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Failed Bargaining (Drabble)
Mob Boss!Steve x Introvert!Reader
Steve would go to any length in order to have you, and that worried you. A lot.
Warning(s): swearing
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Steve made you nervous the very first time you set eyes on him. Because as soon as you did, you knew just how far apart your worlds were. Every fibre of his being exuded unbridled wealth and glamour, but there was more to it too, simmering beneath it all: shades of darkness you didn't think you wanted to delve into.
Apparently Steve shared none of your sentiments.
You stared at the necklace dangling before you, brows knitted. "Um, what's this?" you ask, even though you knew perfectly well what it was. While awaiting the next course, the others present at your surprise birthday dinner had, fortunately, fallen into their own worlds, deep in conversation about anything other than what was going on now between the two of you.
"A birthday present, of course," he responded, his smile never faltering. "Just one of many for my sweet girl."
It was a simple designânothing ostentatious, thank god, but you were highly skeptical of its cost, not to mention its provenance. You may not have known Steve that long, but observation, coupled with Sharon's anecdotes, taught you that Steve never did anything in half-measures.
"You didn't have to," you tried to protest, but he was already sweeping your hair over one shoulder to gain access to your nape.
Steve chuckled softly, wrapping the delicate necklace around your neck. "But I wanted to, sweetheart. And that's what matters."
The pet names worried you just as much as the gift. Everything was moving way too fast, this . . . thing, whatever it was, between the two of you. Steve had materialized into your life out of the blue, and now suddenly it felt like he was everywhere, in every corner you inhabited, like he'd always been there. Never mind that you still had no idea what he did for a living.
His birthday gift, cold and heavy against your skin, only drove the message home. If you thought you were doing things casually, Steve wasn't having it.
Fuck.
Steve played with the gold chain of your necklace before dropping a kiss tenderly on your shoulder. "It's beautiful on you," he remarked, fingers ghosting along your collarbone. "You're never going to take this off. Promise?"
You blinked at him once, twice. His command took you aback, the gravity in his tone so different from anything you experienced. Steve watched you expectantly, his blue eyes bright.
"Steve, listen," you began, one hand covering his own as you tried to stop his fingers from exploring further. "This is all amazing, it is, but, um . . . don't you think we might be moving a bit too fast here?"
You feared he'd take offence to that, but his smile said otherwise.
"Sweetheart, we're not moving fast enough."
Just something quick and short to get me back in the swing of things. I do consider this part of a bigger story I've been cooking up, so let me know what you think! Do y'all want more?
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Hii!! By your mouth and mine was the first (and might be the only?) Asian!reader-specific fic Iâve read for Steve and it always stuck with me!! Your writing is so poetic and expressive â€ïžâ€ïž
Could i request a Steve/reader smut of him eating you out?? Iâd love it if the reader was East Asian but it doesnât have to be!!! Happy anniversary :)))
Like A Prayer
a/n: ty for this request nonnie đ„șđ«¶đ» i'm sorry this has taken so long!! this is east asian reader but no explicit mentions of culture and no description
What's the virtue of restraint to a man whoâs had 70 years pass by in the blink of an eye?Â
He canât be expected to be able to wait, peacefully sleeping beside you, only allowed in your bed by your parentâs severe blessing to wed and to follow their rules.Â
Instead, Steve falls into you, his daydream lashes brushing his cheeks, eyes half-open to memorialize the heave of your soft tummy, your hands squeezing your breasts in a way that he understands is painful but cathartic in wake of the pleasure he gives.Â
His mouth latches to your cunt, almost airtight; gently, he caresses your clit with the broad flatness of his tongue, tracing the delicate seam between the pearl tip and hood, and his pink lips move against your labia, like a knight kissing the palm of his star-like lady in devotion, making his touch last before he rides out.Â
Just like, but not really; this is something much more holy.Â
He hunches over, cramped on the edge of your childhood bed, back bowed in worship; prayer is silent and so are you, throat closing and forcing back any sounds as your fingers strum over your nipples, flicking them in time with his tongue until you buck against his chin, another burst of slippery fluid seeping out, wanting him, wanting more.Â
Steve is a hero, Steve is a sinner, Steve is your disciple with blue-fire eyes pledging devotion to you.
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i wrote this at work :)) enjoy steve in horny jail, feel free to join him đ hehe it's my first foray into writing since summer, sorry if this is super weird
seven sentence celebration masterlist
#brandy answers#sweet anon <3#my asks#seven sentence celebration: đ„#steve rogers x you#steve rogers x reader#steve rogers x asian!reader#my writing
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steven g. rogers masterlist.
â© main masterlist â© library blog
⧠fluff ⧠angst ⧠mature ⣠dark â favourite
ă series ă
â© more than words â§â§â âł completed, writer!steve x librarian!reader, ao3 exclusive
ă one-shots ă
â© lune âŁâ§ âł fractured fairytale au, soft!dark, ao3 exclusive
⩠rabbit on the moon ⧠Ⳡasian-coded!reader, ao3 exclusive
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YOU WERE PRACTICALLY BUZZING with excitement and nervousness as you sat patiently on your and Steveâs shared bed.Â
Clad in only his crisp button up shirt, you watched him expertly arrange your film setup. The two of you had been planning this for months. It all started off as a fantasy. A kink that the two of you shared but knew you could not act on due to the circumstances of your jobs as Avengers. You had a standard to uphold and enemies lurking in every corner looking for the smallest speck of dirt on you to use as leverage. A sex tape wouldnât exactly help your cause.Â
But one night, you and Steve revisited the topic and came up with a game plan.Â
Steve took one of Tonyâs cameras. The billionaire techy wouldnât notice one of his many possessions missing. Plus, its hard drive was impenetrable. There was no possible way anyone was going to get into it besides you two. Steve also managed to get a custom built Stark computer. Tony was thrilled his longtime friend was finally integrating himself into modern technology outside of work. When Steve asked him for brand recommendations, the Stark heir scoffed and without another word, began building the next piece of your plan. Just like everything Stark owned and made, your computer was the best of the best in terms of security. The Avengersâ wi-fi wasnât exactly hackable either.
Once the logistics were worked out, you and Steve came up with some rules. You were only allowed to film at your residence on the Avengers Compound. This way there would be nothing identifiable in the background that could easily link people to your brownstone in Brooklyn. Obviously, your faces would not be showing. After pulling an all-nighter, the two of you managed to program Tonyâs camera so that it automatically cropped your faces out of frame. Lastly â another obvious given â you would only go by aliases.Â
Nomad and Lilac.
They were simple and inconspicuous. Lilacs were your favorite flower. After the accords, Steve was a fugitive living the life of a nomad. Â
Once the camera was rolling, Steve turned to you with a ravenous expression.Â
âYou ready, Lilac?âÂ
You watched yourself getting bent in half and split open by Steveâs cock on the computer screen. The lewd sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and the squelch of your cunt blasted from the speakers. You sat perched on Steveâs lap, the two of you scrolling through the thousands of comments left on the first video posted on your channel. Thousands.Â
âIs this what Peter refers to as âbreaking the internet?â Steve breathed, eyes wide with shock. âAbout a thousand people in less than 10 hours watched us fuck.âÂ
âFor once in my life, I have absolutely nothing to say.â You stuttered, shaking your head in disbelief.Â
The comment section was flooded with praise.Â
user1: look at that pretty little cunt
user2: she takes it like a champ
user3: that man is built like a god AND fucks like one too
user4: heâs basically breaking her and half and sheâs just like đ„ș thatâs love
user5: BRO IS SHE STILL ALIVE AFTER ALL THAT JFC
user6: he has the prettiest dick iâve ever seen no homo
user7: kinda want them to top me??????
user8: i had to replay this video like 20 times bc i couldnât decide who to look at thatâs bi culture
user9: if my wife cheated on me with him iâd be jealousâŠof her
user10: this channel is going to be my new addiction i can feel it
It was amusing truly. Everyone was witnessing goody two shoes Steve Rogers, the golden boy, do things to one of the most loved Avengers in the world that would make the devil himself sweat bullets and didnât even know it. You, always sitting pretty and prim without a single hair out of place, were splayed out and covered in spit and cum. A sight for the world to see, but only for the man you loved to know firsthand.Â
Steveâs embrace tightened as the video continued to play. His lips trailed your neck, covering every inch of exposed skin in kisses and love bites. He suckled the spot directly below your ear, prompting your eyes to slowly shut and your body to go lax against his. He slithered one hand up your body, gripping your face firmly and slipping his thumb in between your parted lips. Watching yourselves on screen was doing a number on him. He knew it would, hence why he went through with the channel with you, but actually seeing the fruit of his deepest fantasies was something else entirely.
âYou like when strangers watch me fuck you?â Steve purred in your ear.Â
You nodded with a low whine, wrapping your hand around his wrist. Just like that, he had your entire body under his spell. Your back arched slightly, your bottom now flush against his groin. A growl so deep you felt the vibrations from his chest against your back rumbled from your lover.Â
âI would have never imagined myself doing something like this,â Steve confessed. âYou make me fuckinâ crazy, sweetheart.â
No one would know. It was your dirty little secret.Â
AS TIME PASSED, you and Steveâs channel unexpectedly blew up. Lilac and The Nomad became an adult channel that seemingly everyone was talking about. Twitter and Reddit pages dedicated to reposting your content were being made left and right. Your messages were blowing â no pun intended â up with requests from viewers, some even asking for private shows in exchange for unreasonable sums of money. Every now and then, a couple of overzealous users would ask for in-person meet ups. Obviously, you and Steve paid the latter no mind. It was the praise and the thrill of sneaking around that the two of you chased after. It became addicting. The two of you simply could not stop.
Thatâs how you found yourself in your current circumstance.
Since recovering post-blip, Tony had insisted upon family nights at least once a week. Said night consisted of having dinner together and following it up with a movie marathon. They were nights of wholesomeness, which is why the feeling of Steveâs rough hands creeping past the band of your cotton shorts felt deliciously lude. With your back against his chest, his arms wound around your front, a blanket covering the both of you, and the rest of the Avengersâ attention focused on the screen, Steve could do whatever he wanted with you and no one would notice. You gripped his forearm tightly as a thick finger dipped into your wetness before sliding over your clit. He circled it in slowly, agonizingly. Your composure began to crumble crack by crack. Each time Scott turned to everyone to deliver some stupid commentary or Wanda asked for you to pass a snack to her, a piece of your sanity chipped away. By the time your baby hairs were stuck to your forehead with sweat and your limbs felt nonexistent, Steveâs hand retreated.
He brought his plump lips to your ear discreetly.
âGet the camera, go to the guest bathroom, and wait for me.â
Like a woman possessed, you got up without hesitating and began to make your way out of the family living room.
âWhere do you think youâre going, Mrs. America? Sit down,â Tony snarked.
âPeriod. Not feeling good.â You excused, keeping the lie short and simple so no one would ask questions.
Tonyâs nose wrinkled slightly before he nodded, dismissing you with a wave of a hand. From behind you, Pepper scolded him.
âYouâre going to have to get better at that. You have a daughter.â
He sighed deeply.
âWeâll cross that bridge when we get there.â
Once you were out of earshot, you sprinted up to your and Steveâs room to retrieve the goods, then sprinted right back down to the guest bathroom. It didnât take long for the love of your life to meet you at your rendezvous, his eyes wide and pupils dilated with anticipation. He made quick work of locking the door behind him before scooping you up into his arms and placing you on the granite counter. You giggled quietly as he practically tore off your shorts and panties, pushing his sweatpants down just enough to slide his cock out before taking the camera from you.
âTheyâre gonna love this,â Steve murmured, turning the device on and hitting record.
He angled the lens towards the treasure that laid in between your legs, gripping his member with one hand and slapping your cunt with it. Its sheer weight against your already stimulated pearl made you yelp. Steve shushed you quicky, letting go of his cock and letting his hips do the work. He continued to glide in between your wet folds, his now free hand sliding up your torso to push the hem of your oversized sweatshirt up. Once your bare breast were revealed to him, it didnât take long until he was greedily massaging them in large palm. He allowed the camera to linger for a moment before returning it to its initial angle.
âLook at that,â He remarked lowly. âAlready soaked me and I havenât even been inside of you yet.â
Sure enough, his cock was glistening with your nectar. Your mouth watered, excited to see just how gorgeous it looked on camera.
âThink you can be quiet for me, pretty girl?â
You nodded eagerly, wiggling your hips needily. Steve let you play, chuckling darkly when his head caught your entrance, and he began to push into you. All of the oxygen was knocked out of you. No matter how many times you and Steve had sex, nothing could get you used to the first intrusion of his incredibly thick cock. Your inner thighs trembled as he bottomed inside of you, teeth sinking into your pillowy bottom lip as you suppressed a sharp gasp. Slowly, he withdrew his hips before roughly slamming back into you with a long, wanton moan.
âFuck. Youâre such a good girl letting me have you like this,â Steve praised, low grunts and growls reverberating from him as he increased his pace.
Everything was too much â from the pleasure your man was making you feel, the sounds he was making, how gorgeous he looked in the throes of passion, and the need to keep quiet. You felt like a ticking timebomb that could explode at any second.
And yet, things had just gotten started.
The two of you fucked like depraved animals, pouring every ounce of energy into your mutual pleasure. You wanted to badly to reach up and press your lips against his, but for the life of you could not get your brain to work, for your body was a slave for lust. Steve, however, could sense just what you needed. He placed the camera down, making sure it had a perfect shot of you both, before gathering you in his arms. He pressed his forehead against yours before devouring youâre his with his. He continued to fuck you without faltering, swallowing your whimpers and moans like a man starved.
âI fucking love you,â He huffed quietly just for you to hear, punctuating his words with vigorous thrusts. âI. Love. You. So. Much.â
âI love you,â You hummed, too cock drunk and fucked out. ââM gonna cumâŠso fucking hard.â
âDo it. While everyone out there worries about you because they think you donât feel good when in reality, youâre too much of a cock slut and just couldnât wait to get fucked. Do it.â Steve commanded, his own words shaky as he neared his release.
That was enough to push you over the edge. Unable to stop yourselves, you came with a vociferous sob, the tightening of your channel around his cock sending Steve over with an equally enthusiastic exultation. Rope after rope of cum coated your walls until eventually, it began to ooze out of you before Steve could even pull out. When he did, he had to hold himself back from ravishing you once more. The sight of your pussy, swollen from use, painted in his copious seed was one for sore eyes. He sure to get a generous amount of footage of the money shot, already anticipating the audienceâs reactions before switching the camera off. You both recovered slumped in each otherâs arms, the hulking blondâs face nuzzled sweetly against your bosom until you both deemed it appropriate to leave.
âI canât go back out there.â You groaned, your head filling with every embarrassing scenario possible.
Steve chortled endearingly, carefully pulling your panties back up and the hem of your sweatshirt back down and over your bum. Putting your shorts back on was not even in question, you were far too sensitive for that.
âI got you, sugar,â He cooed, wrapping one arm under your bottom and scooping you into his embrace once more. You wrapped your arms and legs around him, dozing off as he walked the two of you to your room.
âGo ahead and upload. Iâll tell them that you donât feel good and needed a nap, then Iâll be right up.â Steve promised as he gently laid you down on your shared bed.
You made yourself comfortable before reaching for Steveâs computer and doing your thing. You were unable to cease your lips from turning up into a devious smile as your nimble fingers danced across the keyboard.
âgot fucked in the bathroom in the middle of family movie nightâ
After double checking everything, you hit upload and watched the views rise. The sensation Steveâs spent leaking out of your used hole as you read the comments your new home movie was already accruing caused heat to rise to your face. It was still a shock that you and Americaâs gold boy were living a double life as amateur pornstars.
user1: I thought the load nomad had in their first video was just a one off. Clearly this dude can nut like a fucking champ.
user2: this is so fucking hot especially when they were whispering to each other
user3: KJDHS thatâs SO much cum???is that a condition or something???
user4: okay but thatâs a nice ass bathroom are they making money off of these videos?
user5: idk if i wanna be nomad or lilac đ”âđ«
user6: iâm this đđŒ close to dedicating a fanpage to them
user7: not to be deep on fucking PORNHUB of all places but this is some real shit. you can feel the passion, love, and care they have for each other. this is the type of porn we should all be watching, none of that overproduced fake shit.
user7: this mf is built like captain america what the fuck do you eat nomad
The last comment made you laugh heartily, but also arose some concern. Was someone catching on? Worry filled the absence of lust. All it would take for the entirety of your lives to fall apart was for one person to put the pieces together. As much as you and Steve loved the rush, both of you were playing a dangerous game with your respective livelihoods.
But then you remembered Steve.
Steve and all he had sacrificed for the betterment of the world. Steve, the man who hadnât even lived his life for himself and never once complained about it. Steve, who was finally being selfish and acting on his own desires rather than everyone elseâs. Lilac and The Nomad was more than just an adult content channel. It was a symbol of the love of your lifeâs emancipation from social standards. The first step of him doing whatever the fuck he wanted, not what everyone else wanted. He deserved it. The two of you had taken every precaution to protect yourselves. No one would know. It was just a stupid joke.
âCHEERS!â EVERYONE CHIMED AS they clinked their glasses together.
âCongratulations, Cap!â
Sam beamed widely upon being called his new moniker for the first time. He placed an amicable arm around his predecessor.
âThanks guys, and thank you for this opportunity, man.â He lauded.
âLiterally, out with the old and in with the new.â Natasha sniggered, earning an eye roll from Steve.
âI can still fire you, Romanoff,â He countered.
The ember haired woman simply flipped him off before taking another swig of Russian vodka.
âOn a real note, what are you going to do now?â Bruce inquired.
Steve shrugged, placing his beer bottle down casually.
âI donât know. The only thing I could really think of was getting a place in Brooklyn, which we just did. I donât have a plan for my next move and for once it feelsâŠgood.â
âWell,â Thor grunted. âYou can start by finally getting drunk off of Asgardian liquor.â
Thor reached for a decanter behind him and the former captain a generous glass of the amber liquid.
âThere you go! Thatâs my man! Drink up, spangles!â Tony encouraged.
âIâm not getting drunk,â Steve argued, causing everyone to boo loudly. âButâŠIâll have this.â
He turned to you, his glass raised in his hand. His azure orbs were capacious, glimmering with hope. He wore a refreshed expression that you had never seen on him before as he smiled dazzlingly at you. It melted your heart to finally see him like this.
âTo our new beginning.â
âCheers.â
Everyone around you gagged playfully. You hushed them with a threatening hiss.
âI have so much dirt on you guys, I wouldnât make a single sound if I were you.â
ââŠ. Did that do something to you too?â Bucky teased.
âHey, shut your fuckinâ mouth, punk!â
âOH! He curses now!â
The night persisted wonderfully. Sam was celebrated in the way he deserved to be. Sure, there was still a lot of work left to do in the world, but all of you were on a new life journey. And sure, new territory was scary, but it was also invigorating. To be able to rejoice together with the people you loved most was even more invigorating.
âWomen do not watch porn!â Clint yelled. âThat sounds fake!â
âWomen probably watch more porn than men,â Natasha argued. âBetter porn too. Not whatever you call those 5 minutes of pump and grunt.â
    âI only watch womenâs porn.â Laura added, her husbandâs expression twisting into one of perplexion.
âYou only what?â
âSpeaking of porn,â Wanda giggled tipsily. âThereâs this new couple that Iâve been watching and theyâreââ She ended her sentence with the chefâs kiss gesture.
âWho?! I love that homemade shit!â Sam yelled from across the table.
âTheir names are Nomad and Lilac on Pornhub,â
You and Steve tensed up, not moving a single centimeter for fear oF triggering something. What exactly was unknown. He gripped your hand reassuringly.
No one would find out.
âI wanna see.â Bucky chimed in, brows furrowed with curiosity.
Sam tittered mischievously, hopping to the living room to retrieve the television remote. You turned to your partner with a fearful expression. Steve shook his head discreetly, leaning in to peck your cheek soothingly.
âAnd thatâs our que to call it a night.â He quickly stated, saving face successfully.
âHe loves her so much he doesnât even want to see another woman get railed.â Wanda cried to herself drunkenly. âThatâs so sweet,â
âGood night, everyone,â You bid, swallowing the frog in your throat.
âGood night, you two. You know where your room is right?â Pepper questioned politely.
âWeâre all good, Pep. Thank you for having us,â Steve thanked, wishing everyone one final farewell before rushing the both of you to one of the Stark guest rooms.
âSteven! Theyâre fucking watching us!â You panicked quietly.
âI believe the correct way to say that is âtheyâre watching us fuckâââ
ââŠAre you actually joking with me right now?â
âSweetheart,â Steve uttered softly, cupping your face in his hands. âItâs okay. I promise. Thousands of people have watched us. This is no different. You and I did a pretty damn good job at covering our bases. If the world hasnât figured it out, the people closest to us definitely wonât.â
Silence filled the room as you retired to the confines of your intrusive thoughts.
 âWe can stop if youâre worried. Weâll take everything down, crush up the camera and computer into pieces, toss them into a landmine, and act like nothing ever happened. I want you comfortable, honey.â Steve promised.
You shook your head.
âNo, no. Iâm sorry. I just got a little shocked. Thatâs all.â You rushed out.
âDonât apologize. I got a little scared too. I mean, my heart dropped to my goddamn stomach. I havenât felt that since Coney Island.â
His belly filled with butterflies when you laughed, all of your worries dissipating into thin air.
âBut you know what else I felt?â He proposed, his soft tone taking on a huskier one.
You hummed in response, your heart skipping a beat at the shift in energy.
âDesire. Lust.â He pulled you towards him until your body was pressed against his, your lips barely brushing his. âI want to see their expressions while they watch us.â
It was like you were never worried in the first place when your back hit the mattress and Steveâs body covered yours.
âLetâs calm you down, pretty girl.â
From the living room, the Avengers played each Lilac and The Nomad video one after another. Wanda simply fangirled, loving that her suggestion was actually being enjoyed thoroughly by everyone. The video of you and Steve having a quickie in the bathroom was the best to play. It had become one of your most viewed videos, the reach far greater than you would have imagined. Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â
âThis oneâs my favorite personally.â Laura critiqued casually as the video reached its halfway mark.
âIn the middle of a family movie night, huh? Which one of you nasty shitheads has pulled one of those?â Sam accused, pointing a finger at each person.
âWe would all know if someone did.â
âTrue. It would be obvious. Did anyone even leave last movie night?â
âSteve and Y/N did.â
No one spoke. Everyone went silent before glancing around at each other and then back up at the television screen.
âB-but, he said she was havingâŠlady problems.â Scott stuttered, his expression growing more and more mortified as he began to connect the dots.
âThat sweater does look familiar.â Bucky pointed out, gesturing to the display on the screen with a jerk of his head.
âI, uh, bought one just like that for her,â Natasha spoke under her breath. âIt was a souvenir.â
âSteve Rogers wouldnât do that stuff, guys! Câmon! Thatâs Captain America!â Scott blurted out in pure denial.
âNot anymore.â Tony rebutted. âThat is a free man who can do whatever he pleases. As you can seeââ He pointed to the TV animatedly.
âThatâs definitely them. A couple months ago he asked me for computer recommendations, and I ended up building one for him. When has that man ever cared about computers?â
âCheck the date of the video in the description.â
Unable to handle the anticipation, Bucky snatched the remote from a shocked Scottâs hand and scrolled down to the description. He scoffed with a smile of disbelief.
âWell, Iâll be damned. I didnât think the little shit had it in him.â
âThese are just coincidences, you guys! We have no confirmation whatsoever that itâs theââ
Something akin to a cry mixed with a moan from a couple doors away cut their words short. One that sounded exactly like the ones coming from the TV. Your teammates had all of the confirmation they need.
âSoooooâŠ.how do we look them in the eye now?â
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Poison Either Way - Chapter 1
Summary: Ivory âIvyâ Demetrius, daughter of Demeter, member of the Avengers, and Bucky Barnesâ sworn enemy. Could a two week mission in Milan mend their relationship or will it open old wounds and tear them further?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Asian!OC/Reader
Series warnings: Canon Typical Violence, war, blood, gore, death.
Chapter warnings: Flashbacks, Angst, Bucky being cruel, Bucky calls Ivy a bitch, No beta we die like Loki.
A/N: The flashback is italicised to make the reading experience smoother. Message me to be added to the taglist! Happy Readingđ«¶
Fury had called, instructing me to pack my things for an international mission. Though begrudgingly, I prepared for the worst, packing as lightly as I could. I sighed when I realised how late it was. Rushing into my car I made sure to inform my friend, Allie I was dropping off my cat, Salem. Once she was taken care of I began speeding to the tower.
âThere âya are, Ivy,â Buckyâs accent pricked at my ears. As I slipped off the elevator. âWhat do you want, Barnes?â the words came out with more venom than Iâd intended. âNothinâ Fury told me to come find you, heâs ready to brief us.â he says lazily.
âAvengers, youâre tasked with infiltrating the bases of a new criminal organisation called INDIGO. Your goal is to confiscate their replicas of Dr. Bannerâs Hulk serum, our inside sources dictate that theyâre using the radiation to create mutants set to destroy SWORD. This will allow soldiers of Thanos onto earth. Your mission will span two weeks as you will cover 1 of 3 international bases each. Ivy, you will be paired with Barnes in Milan, Rogerâs and Wilson will be going to California, While Romanov and Barton handle Russia. Is this clear?â Furyâs words left me appalled. Me, and Bucky? How am I meant to spend weeks in Italy with that him? I open my mouth to object but my mouth runs dry. With a raised eyebrow Nick turns and disappears into the shadows.
As I walk up the stairs of our jet I canât help but remember how cheerful everyone else was. Natasha and Clint boarded their flight joking about their days in budapest while Sam and Steve walked side by side. It was bizarre, there I was sitting on a private jet, across from the only person on the team I despised. I wouldâve been perfectly happy with anyone but him, and still. Fury stuck me with him in a misguided attempt to soften our relationship. Heâs wrong, there is no âsofteningâ my relationship with Bucky, not after what he said about me, not after he shattered my soul.
Hungary - 2018
My first international mission, I was paired with Bucky and I couldnâtâve been happier. Iâd been harbouring a feelings for him for months. The weeks we spent together had allowed hope to bloom in my chest. I began thinking that romance was blossoming between us. That was until the pinnacle of our mission came.
Weâd successfully made it into HYDRAâs Hungarian base, taking down several of their agents before their tech room erupted in flames. The grenade they had set off filling my lungs with smoke. I scrambled to find Bucky, he had to be here somewhere, he was my partner after all. He had to be here!
Jumping through the broken glass I stumbled down the hallway, opening all of the doors before fire could engulf them. I had to find him damn it! My patience wore thin as I reached the end of the hall, one last door, one last chance to find him before we burnt to death.
I jumped into the office, relieved to find Bucky sprawled on the couch by the balcony. I held him up, dragging us to the balcony where Sam could easily see us and send help our way.
In the helicopter I held onto him, âIvy, please.â he said squeezing my hand lightly. Using my powers, I asked the medic to let me mend the gash on his forehead. He looked up at me, smiling lightly as i started to pinch his skin back together. I hadnât noticed the way my venom slowly seeped into him. It wasnât until the all familiar seizing began that I realised what Iâd just done. I held him tight, stilling him as the medic injected him with an antitoxin.
When he came to we were in a hospital room, 5 hours later. When he gained the strength to open his eyes he practically leered at me, âWhat did you do you bitch?!â his words pierced straight through my heart. âBucky liste-â he cut me off immediately, âNo! Why would I listen to you? You almost killed me! I trusted you and you poisoned me!â he said, his hands still shaking. He yelled at me, instructing me to leave immediately, so I did, abandoning the flora of hope that blossomed within me alongside him.
The memory left as Bucky snapped his fingers at me. I looked up at him, raising an eyebrow wordlessly. âWhatâs got you twisted?â he asked unamused. âNothing, I was just thinking about all the ways Iâm gonna make this mission miserable for you.â I smiled, masking the ache in my chest. âYeah? Try not to kill me this time, that way you have someone to keep miserable.â He rolled his eyes at me, standing to get a drink.
#fanfiction#fanfic#marvel#mcu#bucky barnes#bucky barnes x reader#marvel mcu#bucky barnes x oc#bucky barnes x you#marvel fanfiction#mcu fanfiction#bucky barnes fanfiction#bucky barnes winter soldier#bucky x you#bucky x reader#james bucky barnes#james buchanan barnes#ptolomia writes
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Thank you for the tag @kayhi808
Rules: reveal the titles of the documents in your WIP folder and tag as many people as there are documents. Let others ask questions about the ones that interest them and post snippets or explain the contents as you see fit!
I'm starting a new post bc I have too many WIPs (and these are just the ones in my drafts) đ
tag as many people as there are documents... but but but there are more than a hundred drafts đ anyway
tagging: @zablife @raincoffeeandfandoms @cinebration @marvelmusing @massivecolorspygiant @celestialspecial @stardustmorozov @startrekkingaroundasgard @oneeyedvisenya @happilyhertale @drabbles-mc @withmyteeth @runnning-outof-time @storiesbyrhi @nickfowlerrr
Little Miller - Benny Miller x Reader
Not tonight - Boba Fett x assassin!Reader (x Fennec Shand)
Speak freely - Boba Fett x half alien!Reader (platonic)
Games - Boba Fett x Mandalorian!Reader
Just a simple man - Jango Fett x half alien!Reader
Happily ever after - Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers
Hey, Kid - Poe Dameron x Skywalker!Reader
First - Poe Dameron x Skywalker!Reader
The King - Tattooed Biker!Boba Fett x Reader
A deal is a deal - Raymond Smith x half Asian!Reader
Day and Night - Brother Day x Reader
Second Chances - Boba Fett x force sensitive!Reader
One King - Bishop x vampire!Reader (Night Teeth!au)
Reality - Boba Fett x force sensitive!Reader
I know what day it is - Bishop x Reader
Slave to Sensation - changeling!Billy Russo x psy!Reader
Angel's crush - Bishop x tattoo artist!reader
What you need - Billy Russo x autistic!Reader
What you want - Billy Russo x autistic!Reader
What you have - Billy Russo x autistic!Reader
Tangled, twisted or maybe something right - Billy Russo x Stark!Reader
Best friend - Bucky Barnes x Wilson!Reader
Stranger - Billy Russo x Reader
Apprentice - Doctor Strange x sorceress!Reader
Misery loves company - Venom x Reader x Eddie
We broke up - Eddie x Reader x Venom
Once upon a time - King Arthur x royal!Reader
Wicked - shifter!Santi x witch!Reader
Desert Flower - shifter!Benny x (non)human!Reader
Reaper - Venom x Reader x Eddie
The proposal (Would you like to series) Tommy x Reader x Alfie
Kissing Alfie Solomons - Alfie x Reader
Lighten up - Darkling x Fjerdan!Reader
Faeted hearts - fae king!Alfie x half-fae!Reader
Castaway AU - Billy Russo x Reader
Grimm AU - blutbad!Alfie x grimm!Reader
Fearless - Alfie Solomons x Shelby!Reader
I'm here for you - Billy Russo x Reader
Scheming, games and secrets - Alfie x Reader + Tommy
Fortune Favours the Brave - Eddie Munson x cheerleader!Reader
What women want - Billy Russo x genderfluid/nonbinary(afab)!Reader
Slayer - dragon shifter!Alfie Solomons x warrior princess!Reader
See you at the office - Alfie Solomons x ex-assistant!Reader
Weave it into words - (clan leader) king!Alfie Solomons x Shelby princess!Reader (Brave AU)
Crave the love - prince!Billy Russo x princess!Reader
Jeweller - Alfie Solomons x Tatiana's cousin!Reader
What's underneath? - Alfie x Reader
You only need to ask - Raymond Smith x aristocrat!Reader
What about dessert? - chef!Alfie x manager!Reader (modern!au)
The bright side - FO!Poe Dameron x Jedi!Reader
More than seeking comfort - Eddie Brock x Reader
Bait - Derek Hale x hunter!Reader
Cosy on the throne - Tattooed Biker!Boba Fett x Reader
This is not your color - Eddie Munson x Reader
Distraction - Max x Reader (Mad Max: Fury Road)
Three is still a company - Billy Russo x Reader x Frank Castle
You missed a spot - Brother Day x Reader
Behind closed doors - Darkling x Sun Summoner!Reader
Don't mind me - Alfie Solomons x Reader (x Tommy Shelby)
Feeling adventurous? - Eddie Munson x Reader
I can wait - Alina x Reader (Darkling x Alina x Mal)
Why the f*ck not? - Alfie Solomons x Reader x May Carleton x Tommy Shelby
Solace - Boba Fett x Reader
First time - Billy Russo x Reader
I'm all yours - Billy Russo x Reader
Patience - Billy Russo x Reader
The Happiest Day of Our Lives - Darkling x Sun Summoner!Reader
Mirror, mirror - Aleksander Morozova x Reader (xAlina)
Perfect - Darkling x Reader
Necessary evil - Darkling x Inferni!Reader
King of the Seven Seas - Atlantean king!Alfie x Reader
Don't you f*cking dare - chef!Alfie Solomons x manager!Reader
Do you doubt me? - James Delaney x Strange!Reader
Remedy - James Delaney x Reader
Unexpected - Matt Murdock x Reader x Elektra
Sweet torment - Alfie Solomons x Reader
Mr CEO - Billy Russo x Reader
Complications - Darkling x reader
Preying on you tonight - werewolf!Billy Russo x Reader
Sweet victory - Jake Seresin x Reader
The fun kind - Jake Seresin x Reader
Catch me if you can - Jake Seresin x Reader
Black and White - Darkling x Fjerdan princess!Reader
Stay Forever - Jake Seresin x BFF!Reader
In my corner - Billy Russo x Reader
Heartbeat - Milo/Lucien Crown x Reader
Just friends - modern!Alfie Solomons x Reader
That's the rule - Jake Seresin x Reader
Fire and Blood - Daemon x daughter!Reader (platonic)
The Bronze Witch - Aemond Targaryen x Daemon's daughter!Reader
Unity - Darkling x Fjerdan!Reader x Nikolai Lantsov
Risk and reward - Jake Seresin x Reader
Late night visit - Aemond x Reader
Peace offering - Aemond x Reader
The first warning - Darkling x Grisha!Reader
Stay with me - Darkling x Grisha!Reader
Like calls to like - Darkling x Grisha!Reader
Darkest hearts - Darkling x Nikolai's twin!Reader
Nothing - Darkling x Grisha!Reader
Heartbreak - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader
The eternity of this day - Darkling x Sun Summoner!Reader
A dream come true - Eames x Reader
A debt to be paid - Aemond x Reader
Honourable Quest - Xenk Yendar x Reader
Honouring a Debt - Xenk Yendar x Reader
Sacrifice of Honour - Xenk Yendar x Reader
My Queen - Daemon Targaryen x Stark!Reader
Naru - SesshĆmaru x modern!Reader
Fire and Blood, Ashes and Dust - Daemon Targaryen x niece!Reader
Give him to me - Daemon Targaryen x niece!Reader
The Taming of the Dragon - Daemon Targaryen x Stark!Reader
The day you died - supervillain!Darkling x superhero!Reader
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Here's the first rec list of 2023!! Please make sure you give these gorgeous stories and writers the love they deserve. As always, you are responsible for your own media consumption. This blog along with the majority tagged are 18+ only and contain adult themes.
Happy reading đ„
Bucky Barnes âš
Cordially invited by @navybrat817
Modern Knight!Bucky Barnes x Princess!Female Reader
Dress you up in my love by @jobean12-blog
Bucky x reader
Thin ice by @angrythingstarlight
Beefy Biker!Bucky x Reader
Adventures in babysitting by @navybrat817
Florist!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Relax by @kinanabinks
Nerd!Frat!Bucky x Reader
There's really a wolf by @flordeamatista
DBF!Mafia Bucky Barnes x Mafia!Princess Reader
Ravenous by @navybrat817
Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Good peach by @wndalovebot
bucky barnes x afab!reader
Picture perfect by @angrythingstarlight
Mafia!Bucky Barnes x reader
Peaches and cream by @angrythingstarlight
Baker!Bucky
Covet by @labella420
Dark!Mob! Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
Vodka on the rocks by @kinanabinks
Bestfriend!Bucky f!reader
A little help by @mavsstar
DBF!Roomate!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
Forever by @callingsergeantbarnes
Bucky Barnes x Female ReaderÂ
Eddie Munson âš
Chefs kiss by @jobean12-blog
Eddie Munson x reader
She drives me crazy by @jobean12-blog
Eddie Munson x reader
Made for lovin' you by @beefybuckrrito
Eddie Munson x fem!reader (any race)
One hot ticket by @jobean12-blog
Eddie Munson x reader
Steve Rogers âš
Wicked games by @honeystevie
Steve Rogers x Asian!reader
Tonight by @springdandelixn
Husband!Steve x Fem!Reader
Run rabbit run / trapped in a tangled web / mistaken identity by @dreamlessinparis
Dark!Steve x F!Reader
Colin Shea âš
Maybe in the meantime by @rebel-stardust
Colin Shea x female reader
Ari Levinson âš
Good for you by @flordeamatista
DBF!Ari Levinson x Reader
Little fears by @onsunnyside
Biker!Ari Levinson x naive!reader (biker x baker au)
Solve the riddle by @geminixevans-stan
Retired Pornstar!Ari Levinson x Black!Reader
Our last summer by @summerofsnowflakes
DBF!Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader
Steve Harrington âš
Unearned confidence by @sharpsapphic666
Steve Harrington x reader
Lee Bodecker âš
Pressure by @thornsnvultures
lee bodecker x plus size!fem!reader
Andy Barber âš
Marked with my initial by @frostironfudge
Incubus!Andy Barber x Fem!Reader
Sam Wilson âš
Love you in a thousand ways by @targaryenvampireslayer
Sam Wilson x female reader
Multiple characters âš
Late night visitor by @dreamlessinparis
Mob!Destroyer!Chris x F!Reader x Mob!Bucky, Lee Bodecker x F!Reader (established couple, married)
The chase by @targaryenvampireslayer
Dark!alpha!Sam Wilson x female!omega reader x dark!alpha!Bucky Barnes
Three's a party by @traitorjoelite
stucky x reader
#fic rec#january fic rec#bucky barnes#eddie munson#steve rogers#colin shea#ari levinson#steve harrington#lee bodecker#andy barber#sam wilson#destroyer!chris
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Iâll always reblog this because people complain about inclusivity when I add x black!reader but then do this shit.
Like, honestly? Ima fuck your father for that rudeness. Donât tempt me.
me: *begins reading fic*
the reader: *turns red*
me:
#steve rogers x reader#bucky barnes x reader#joel miller x reader#frank castle x reader#black!reader#asian!reader#latina!reader#poc!reader#woc!reader#hc sherlock#sherlock holmes x reader#august walker x reader#clark kent x reader#this is also just big in the henry cavill fandom#like seriously#its getting to make me wanna say fuck it
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Stardust Reblog Challenge - December
Hello, lovelies! Below are fics I've shared throughout the month of December and will feature Sebastian Stan and Chris Evans characters (for now). Show these writers some love and please heed any warnings provided. Enjoy and check out the Stardust Reblog Challenge put together by @natrace. Moodboard by yours truly and divider by @firefly-graphics.
12/1 - Come Around Sundown (DBF!Steve Rogers x Female!Reader) by @cockslutpadalecki
Into the Sunset (DBF!Steve Rogers x Female!Reader) by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming
Disarmed (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky
12/2 - Sour Holidays (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @nekoannie-chan
12/3 - Relentless (Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @speechlessxx
12/4 - The Fairest Sun (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @rodrikstark
12/5 - Break the Back (Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier x Reader) by @indyluckycharlie
12/6 - Happy Accident (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @thenhewaswrongaboutme
12/7 - Hunting Lodge (DBF!Curtis Everett x Reader) by @onsunnyside
12/8 - You Call it Love But All I'm Left with is This Pain (Lloyd Hansen x Reader) by @mellowsaturns
12/9 - Ride With Me (Biker!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming
Cloaked (Vampire!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @labella420
12/10 - Need You Now (Nomad Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega!Reader) by @late-to-the-party-81
12/11 - Overheated (Dark Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader) by @sgt-seabass
12/12 - Forget Me Not (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @sweetascanbee
12/13 - Fists and Feelings (Boxer!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @writing-for-marvel
12/14 - Hearts Beat as One (Roommate!Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @doasyoudesireandlive
12/15 - Goodbye (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork
12/16 - Obsession (Steve Kemp x Dark!Reader) by @thebluemage
The Magic Box (Dark!Terry the Terrific x Reader) by @rustytricycle
12/17 - Missionary with Steve (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @becca-e-barnes
12/18 - A House, A Home (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @rookthorne
12/19 - Fluky Jakey Loser Lucky (Jake Jensen x Reader) by @madscape
Law (Sheriff!Lloyd Hansen x Reader) by @boxofbonesfic
12/20 - It's Fun Being Bad (College!Andy Barber x Reader) by @sunshinebuckybarnes
12/21 - Flirt With Me (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @moonlight-prose
12/22 - Glacial With the Blue Ice, I'm Terrifying (Lloyd Hansen x Asian!Reader) by @honeystevie
12/23 - Taste of a Sweeter Life (Hal Carter x Reader) by @the-iceni-bitch
Friday Nights (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @lilacletter
12/24 - Love is Actually, All Around (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @rookthorne
12/25 - Secret Santa (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @buckybarnesandmarvel
12/26 - Coercion (Ransom Drysdale x Reader) by @ramp-it-up
12/27 - Pillow Fort and Pizza (Jake Jensen x Reader) by @foxgloveprincess
12/28 - Making Up for Lost Time (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @sweetdreamsbuck
12/29 - Jealous (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @sweetascanbee
12/30 - A Knight in Rusted Armor (Dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader) by @thecutestlittlebunbunfairy
12/31 - Poison on Your Tongue (Vampire!Random Drysdale x Reader) by @inklore
#navy's fic recs#stardust reblog challenge#fic recs#writer recs#dbf!steve rogers x reader#steve rogers x reader#bucky barnes x reader#dark!steve rogers x reader#curtis everett x reader#dbf!curtis everett x reader#lloyd hansen x reader#steve kemp x reader#steve kemp x dark!reader#terry the terrific x reader#dark!terry the terrific x reader#jake jensen x reader#andy barber x reader#hal carter x reader#ransom drysdale x reader#lee bodecker x reader#dark!lee bodecker x reader
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We Walk The Line
Pairing: Stucky x Reader
Summary: Instead of Steve Rogers becoming Captain America, someone took his place. Steve Rogers became the infamous Hydra Stomper and fell off of the train with his best pal (and secret lover), James Buchanan Barnes.
You never thought you'd ever become Captain America.
You also never thought about losing the only two loves of your life.
But now, in the present, all three of you are reunited.
Except... you've been keeping them at arm's length.
Steve and Bucky just want all three of you to be happy again.
Warnings: Canon divergence, dark themes, threesome (F-M-M), angst everywhere, a little bit of murder, slight allusions to Dark!Steve and Dark!Bucky, lots of angst, mutual pining, shower sex, double vaginal penetration, spitroasting
Additional Notes: Hello! This was a doc I found in my drafts, lol. I originally wrote a good chunk of this, but then I moved on to different projects. However, last night I found this in the deep depths of my laptop, and I finished it tonight. So, there we are! I hope you all enjoy this little tale!
As always, if youâd like to read this fic on my AO3, you can do so here.
Word Count: 11824
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Clint Barton knew deep in his gut, that something was wrong. Even though the blond Avenger was deaf and needed hearing aids. It didnât mean he was ashamed of being deaf at all. His family and the love of his life had learned ASL for him.
Most of them, anyway. Thor was still trying. But the blond Asgardian got a pass since he was rarely on Earth, or what Asgard called Midgard anyway.
It also didnât mean that his other four senses werenât working. Only, they felt as if they were enhanced. Because that deep feeling in his gut was telling him that something was about to go very wrong.
Or something sus was going on.
To be quite honest, he was sorta leaning on the second option.
He wasnât quite ready to discover aliens trying to take over the planet again.
Nope.
Noooooo.
No, he was not.
Night had fallen through the Compound. Everyone was mostly asleep. Including Natasha. Who was still asleep against him, her hair splayed over his bare chest. Careful to not wake her, Clint slowly and quietly got up. Getting his hearing aids from where they were charging on the little nightstand on his side of the bed. He slipped them in his ears, hearing the beep. Signaling that they were on, he pulled a shirt and sweatpants on and quietly slipped out of the room.
As he walked down the quiet halls of the Compound, he saw two familiar supersoldiers walking toward him.
Dressed in their tac suits that looked a little bit dirty with streaks of mud, were both Steven Grant Rogers and James Buchanan Barnes.
The blond-haired Avenger waved at the golden-haired and chestnut-haired men in a friendly greeting. Steve and Bucky wore expressions of relief when the three men slipped into the kitchen. Bucky opened the fridge to pull out some orange juice.
âThe mission go okay?â Clint asked the two of them. Steve nodded.
âWe nearly got caught in an explosion, but nothing we couldnât handle,â Steve replied to him. Nodding to the other supersoldier as Bucky slid him a glass of orange juice, Clint took a gulp.
âRoss is coming by tomorrow.â
Both Steve and Bucky scowled.
The Avengers as a whole didnât really like Thaddeus Ross.
Bucky, Steve, and Cap especially.
Clint knew the leader of the Avengers didnât like authority. They didnât like pushovers. And after what happened with Hydra back in 2014, they detested the government even more.
With everything that had happened with the almost Chitauri invasion in 2012, he knew Cap wasnât looking towards another physical appearance that wasnât saving the world. But, as superheroes and people who protected the world, sacrifices had to be made. You could never get anything you always wanted in life.
Bucky and Steve didnât like Ross because the man had basically demanded that the two of them were going to be locked up after the bombing of the UN. Mostly because Prince TâChalla had been angry, lashing out due to the grief of losing his father. Erik Killmonger, TâChallaâs cousin, had quietly advised him to keep his cool. And that was after the Avengers broke out the two former Winter Soldiers. And after Cap sent a very nice punch in the face to Ross that was deserved. Their words, not Clintâs. But he would be lying if he said he didnât agree with that statement.
This would be against the law, but Clint wouldnât be lying if he also knew wholeheartedly that Captain America would never resist the chance of punching power-hungry and corrupt Senators in the face.
Plus, they were great for viral TikTok and Instagram videos. And Twitter threads.
Not so much for the news though.
Fox News nearly had a stroke the first time.
And the second time.
Clint was fully convinced the Avengers were just full-on trolling them by now. He wouldnât be surprised if that was the case. He loved making Fox News have a stroke anyway.
Any day. Any time. Anywhere. He would do it in a heartbeat.
Steve and Bucky had already given Fox News a field day when they had explicitly kissed on live TV. The rest of the Avengers thought it had been hilarious.
Speaking of Cap, he knew that they were currently on a mission. They would come home early tomorrow. Until then, all of the other Avengers would see the two former Winter Soldiers brooding and being sad.
As usual.
âNot again,â groaned Bucky. âDoll couldnât even hold it in the last time he was here. Didnât she try and punch him in the face?â
Deep sighs that came from Steve and Clint proved his point.
âYeah,â sighed Clint. âAnd then before she left, she was talking about how she didnât want to be here tomorrow. But she will. In the morning. Ross is coming in the afternoon. Talking about that stupid gala we have to attend later this week.â
Grumbles came from Bucky and Steve unhappily.
They had hated galas. They hated being the center of attention. To be around senators and being forced to âplay niceâ, as Natasha put it. The former redheaded assassin and her younger sister, Yelena Belova, always remarked that the two were always so grumpy. It always amused her when they stood there, stiff as statues while everyone else mingled and had a good time.
Bucky swore to himself that he would get both of his former students to stop teasing him. One way or another.
But for now, the unsettling feeling of them knowing that they would have to attend another gala, once again, made them very unhappy.
âI hate going to those,â Bucky mumbled unhappily. Steve grumbled in agreement. Disdain was written all over their faces. Clint just let out a sigh. âYeah, well, join the club. Nobody really thinks youâre a liability anymore, so no oneâs gonna need to be afraid or extra cautious for the two of you suddenly snapping and going cuckoo cuckoo. Just donât bring out the pew pews and everything should be good.â
Clint suddenly smirked. Steve and Bucky knew that meant the blond archer was up to no good again. âSidesâ,â shrugged Clint, still looking gleeful. âWe all know how good Cap looks in her dresses. Tony just makes her look fancy cause sheâs the face of us, remember? Donât tell Cap I told you, but her dress is gonna be a dark blue. Kinda like your old Howling Commando suit, James. You knowâ the one from way back in the day? That one?â
Oh did Bucky remember.
He remembered it quite well. He didnât even need to go and catch a plane to DC to the Smithsonian to peep a glance to know what his former uniform looked like.
â⊠And Tonyâs probably going to convince her to wear red lipstick because of good ole patriotism and allâŠâ Clint continued on, rolling his eyes. Even putting air quotes around âpatriotism.â
âThank God Colonel Phillips didnât make her do those damn tours.â
âOnly because she was a woman. Colonel Phillips didnât think that the world would take her seriously if the entire world knew that Captain America was a woman. If it was me, he wouldâve made me do those tours.â said Steve quietly. Buckyâs jaw clenched.
âGotta love the misogyny of the good ole forties, amirite Stevie?â Bucky spat out sarcastically. Steve nodded his head sarcastically. Clearly agreeing with his boyfriend.
âWell, this is where you disappeared off too, Clint?â
Three heads turned to see who was in the kitchen. Natalia Romanov-Barton or Natasha Romanoff-Barton as everyone knew her in the States, with her red hair hastily tied up in a ponytail and a nightgown slipped over her figure and slippers adorning her feet, she stood in the archway of the kitchen. Her arms crossed over her stomach.
She had known something had been wrong when she had heard her husband getting up. A disturbance in the Force, one could say. And when she heard someone opening the fridge door, she knew it wasnât Sam.
Because she knew Sam wouldnât be up at this time of day. She knew for a fact that the other Avenger would be dead asleep in his room.
Wanda shared a room with Vision, who really didnât need all that much sleep, considering he wasnât human. But the Android enjoyed being in bed with his significant other, so that was that. And, Natasha knew that Wanda was still on a mission with Cap. So Natasha knew the redheaded mutant wasnât home.
And Pietro, Wandaâs older brother would also be dead asleep. Just like Sam.
So that ruled him out too.
Tony though?
Tony could have been in the kitchen. That could have been a possibility. But she then had heard a soft thudding noise coming from Tonyâs workshop, so she knew it couldnât have been Tony when she had been padding her way down the hall to the kitchen.
Rhodey was off sleeping too. So he was certainly out of the question.
And besides, she had caught a whiff of someone deeply unpleasant. A really nasty smell that reeked of someone that hadnât showered in a while.
Sounding a deep voice that reminded her of Yasha, she just knew.
Yasha and Steve were home.
Never ever, would she ever forget Yashaâs voice. It was like something you couldnât wash out of your memory, no matter how hard you could try to. You just couldnât.
So it didnât surprise her when she had found Steve, Bucky, and Clint all huddling around in the kitchen drinking orange juice at three in the morning.
It really didnât.
She expected nothing less from the Three Stooges.
âTash, I thought you wouldâve still been asleep.â Clint groaned in Russian. Natasha just raised an eyebrow. âNo.â was all she said. Steve and Bucky just looked amused. âOh⊠sheâs not here yet? Great, weâre going to see you two mope until tomorrow afternoon. Thatâll just go down great with Ross.â
Now Steve and Bucky were scowling again.
âPlease donât mention that name under this roof. It gives us stress, Natalia,â Bucky sighed. Natasha just gave her old teacher a look that basically said, really?
âWhatever, Yasha. Iâm going back to bed. You three should too. Althoughââ Natasha wrinkled her nose. â...you two should shower before sleeping. Seriously. You two are going to stink up this place faster than Thor and Loki bringing that disgusting Space Egg over here last week. And you know how badly that thing stunk.â
At the aforementioned space egg, Clint, Steve, and Bucky all scowled.
That damn stupid space egg was going to be the fucking bane of their existence.
Meanwhile, on the Avengers Quinjet, with you, Sharon Carter, Maria Hill, Melinda May, and Wanda Maximoff that following morningâŠ
âWhat about Dave from Accounting? He seems nice. Or maybe Mark from Statistics?â
Sharon Carter or Agent 13 as everyone from SHIELD had known her, looked at her companion who was sitting next to her. She gazed at the Stealth Suit, the dark navy blue, complete with the two white stripes and star embedded on her chest. The suit hugged her broad shoulders and beefy stature, which wasnât really a clash with her French tip nails that she had got done weeks before that were still in good shape, nor was a clash with her hair that was currently tied up.
You hadnât even had time to get your shield off of your back. It was still there. Secured. It pressed into the seat as you leaned back, closing your eyes a little. Wanda had fallen asleep hours ago, so Maria Hill and Melinda May were currently manning the ship from up front.
âDave from Accounting measures all of his shit before he eats it. Remember that one time we were in the cafeteria? And he brought out his salad? And then he brought out his notepad and his measuring cups and started measuring his food, not to mention he was counting everything on it, and even wrote down how many calories were in it? Heâs a health freak, Sharon. Not to mention, he spends like four hours washing and cleaning his car. If anything, he should just clean cars for a living. Thatâll give him good money. Could pay him more than working at the Compound. Plus, it would make great YouTube videos. You know how popular car cleaning videos are these days.â
âHe just likes being through!â Sharon tried to protest, to no avail. Because you didnât look all that impressed. âMmmm⊠heâs a bit too uptight for me. I like my partner a little bit on the wilder side. Heâd be too boring for me. Whatâs Mark from Statistics gotta offer me?â
âWell,â started Sharon, âMarkâs really nice. Heâs in contact with his family a lot. Family guy, you could say. Doesnât spend forever measuring and counting everything and anything on his plate, so that should be a plus for you.â A considering noise came from you. That sounded nice. You could work with that, right?
âBut,â Sharon paused, so she could see your head cock to the side in concern. âBut?â you drawled.
âI heard from Katie from HR that heâs got a dick piercing.â
Both of your eyebrows rose up. Another considering noise came from you that turned into one of concern. âBut isnât that dangerous though? Like, what if weâre fucking and it gets caught in my vagina? And I have to go down to Medical for that? Or even the ER? Can you imagine the headlines for those things? How embarrassing would that be?â You questioned before you yourself shuddered at the very thought.
âVery embarrassing,â Sharon nodded in agreement with you. Although she expressed a snort when seeing you shudder.
âI donât think Iâm ready for that yet. Too many worries,â you remarked lightly. Taking your water bottle out of your backpack that you had carried along with you for the mission, you uncapped it and took a gulp of your water before screwing the cap back on and putting it beside you. âBesides, Mark and Daveâ theyâre not supersoldiers, right? Theyâre just plain ol, normal dudes?â
At Sharonâs nod, your lips curled into a frown.
âNah. Then it canât work. You know Iâm enhanced, right? Like everythingâs enhanced. That includes my sex drive.â
âNo one needed to know that!â Maria shouted from the front.
âWell, no one asked for your commentary, Maria!â You shouted from the back in response. Melinda cackled from where she was in the co-pilot seat, making you roll your eyes in slight annoyance.
As if that was going to make things any better.
âSo like⊠on average⊠like letâs just say, scale from one to⊠thirty, how many rounds can you go before you need to stop?â Sharon asked, curious.
âThirty, huh? Broad number. Thatâs nice. Other women usually ask around one to twelve. Which, I guess theyâre sorta close.â You shrugged. âFifteen rounds.â
Melinda nearly spat out her water from where she was up front.
âHoly Jesus Christ on a stick!â Sharon exclaimed. You just shrugged again, still leaning back in your seat. âI mean, itâs not bad. Although I gotta tell you, Sharon, thatâs why Iâve been struggling to find a good partner in bed. Nobodyâs really a supersoldier like me. No one can keep up, really. Or worse, what if I end up hurting them too? Thatâs always something to think about, right? What if I get too excited? Or what if I end up breaking their dick? Those things we need to take into consideration, Sharon.â You told her seriously.
And they were genuine concerns.
Very genuine, important concerns of yours. Before the serum, you didnât have to worry about breaking a guyâs dick, or worry that if you squeezed them too hard, youâd break a bone or something. Or worse, even a rib, if you werenât careful enough.
Maybe breaking a rib was a little bit of a stretch, but heyâ it was something to consider.
âSo why donât you just sleep with Steve and Bucky?â
âPlease,â Mariaâs voice floated from the front. âYou know how stingy they are. I walked by their room one time, and they were still fighting and arguing over who should top. You know how aggressive they are. If they canât decide whoâs gonna top, what makes you think theyâre gonna decide who takes turns fucking our good ole Cap?â
You thanked every lucky star in the damn galaxy that you werenât drinking water at that exact moment because if you had, you wouldâve spat it out all over Sharon. And you didnât want to get Sharon wet.
When the Avengers had outgrown the Tower and Wanda and her older twin Pietro had joined the Avengers and the team had moved upstate to build the Compound, the first thing on Tonyâs list was to make the bedrooms supersoldier proof. Like everything from top to bottom. Even the rooms were supersoldier hearing proof. Although, and you would never tell Tony this, but that one time you had walked past Steve and Buckyâs room, you had heard Bucky softly moaning Steveâs name under his breath.
Despite the so-called supersoldier soundproof rooms.
But you would never tell Tony that.
You didnât want to hurt his ego even more than everyone else did on a regular basis. In good spirit, of course. Tony staying humble was everythingâs number one top priority.
âYeah, and it wasnât like they could properly choose who would top back in the day either. Plus, the three of us just lived in that one-bedroom apartment. Just the three of us.â You couldnât help but find yourself sinking into deeper, past memories. You still remembered being in the middle of Bucky and Steve. Bucky curled up at your side as he snored in his sleep. Steve, with that dim lamp that the three of you had nicked from the street on that wooden little desk next to your bed. Heard the scratches of his pencil against his sketchbook as he drew the three of you together, while you fell asleep to him drawing.
â⊠Do you miss them? Steve and Bucky?â Sharonâs voice brought you back. You blinked.
âLike⊠being with them? The old times?â you offered awkwardly. âYeah⊠letâs start with that,â Sharon replied softly. âI mean⊠I would be lying if I said no. Because I do. I really do. Those times⊠I wonât ever be getting those times back. We had⊠plans. Plans to grow old together, I guess. Live together until we died, sort of thing. I got so terrified for them when Steve wanted to enlist, and then when Buck was drafted I⊠I really thought they werenât going to come back. And then Project Rebirth happened and then I became Captain America, andâŠ. you know the rest. I lost Jimmy. I lost Stevie.â
Your eyes drew down to the floor as you thought about it. Mulled over it.
So many years lost.
âEveryone always talks about⊠how empty they get when they lose their loved one. Or loved ones. But for me⊠Steve and Bucky were all I had left. Before I had the Avengers⊠all I had were Steve and Bucky. Even when I had no one⊠no one left in my family⊠I had Steve and Bucky. I canât⊠I canât explain how empty I felt when I lost them. They were my boys, Sharon. I loved them. I didnât eat or sleep for weeks. Not till Morita dragged my ass out of the bed and forced me to eat a month after they had been gone.â
Your hands came to wipe away the incoming tear that was making its way down your face.
You remembered it like it was yesterday.
You had been flying the plane. Solo. You had been looking out at the sky, looking at the clouds. You had gotten Peggy on your earpiece, telling her that you needed to land the plane in the water, to go lower.
You had been headed towards New York.
You couldnât wait any longer. If you had, people were going to die. You had taken out the little compass that you had gotten from Steve, flipping it open.
It was a picture of all three of you, smiling and laughing at the camera.
âPeggy, Iâm sorry.â
âNo.â Peggy hurriedly spoke your name, trying to protest.
âHey, Pegsâ Iâm going to need a raincheck on that dance with you, okay? Bring your date. Okay?â
âOkay.â Peggy sniffed. âEight oâclock, on the dot. Donât be late.â
You could see it. The freezing water and all of the ice.
âYeah. Yeah, donât worry. I wonât be late.â
You still remembered Steve and Buckyâs words.
âWeâre gonna take ya dancing, doll. Just the three of us. Weâll make it work.â Steve and Bucky had been beaming.
You closed your eyes.
Stevie. Buck. Iâm coming.
And then darkness consumed your vision.
â⊠So yeahâŠâ your voice was low, âI guess you could say there are things I regret, yeah.â
Sharon rubbed your arm in comfort.
âCap, Agent Carter. One of you wake up Ms. Maximoff. Weâre home.â
Later that day, in the afternoon...
âIâm telling you, Tony, for the last timeâ no.â
âIâm just saying Steve, it could be a good ideaââ
âNo, it wouldnât, Tony. And you know it.â
Tony Stark crossed his arms. The Avengers, minus Wanda and you, were all huddled up in the conference room of the Avengers Compound, waiting for the devil incarnate himself, General Ross.
It was safe to say, that no one on the Avengers team quite liked the man.
Like at all.
If the Avengers had the choice between letting go of General Ross or eating ice cream, theyâd choose the ice cream.
Steve had his arms crossed too. Bucky stood in the corner, looking every bit a stoic man. Clint and Vision were talking about something. Pietro was animatedly talking with them, even making gestures with his hands.
âWhy? Why are llamas a bad idea, Steve? Huh?â
Steve expressed a sigh and his hand came up to pinch his nose in frustration. âBecause they spit, Tony. llamas spit.â
âSo?â
Steve just groaned in frustration.
âSo, what? What do you mean, by so what? They spit, Tony! That should be enough for you not to buy them!â retorted Steve. To which, Tony just scoffed at him. âYeah, and then whatâll the theme for the gala be, huh Rogers?â
âHow about the forties?â
All conversation stopped. Sam Wilson, from where he was sitting at the table, got up and beamed.
âHey!â The African-American announced in glee. âYouâre back!â
You hadnât had time to change from your stealth suit. Wanda had changed, though. Back to a sweater, jeans, and a pair of sneakers.
Both of you were extremely tired.
You were in dire need of a nap.
You were also extremely hungry.
And thirsty.
Briefly, you wondered if the conference room had any snacks. Usually, they did. Usually, Tony would stash the conference room with snacks. Lots and lots of snacks. Drinks too.
You hadnât even had time to take your shield off of your back, either. It still was behind your back. Your hands reached from behind for your shield, pulling it off of you. The sound of your shield being taken off of your back caught everyoneâs attention.
âYup,â you even popped the p. âTones, you got any snacks? Like nutter butters? Iâm freaking starving.â You quite happily made your way to your seat, sliding into the rolling chair with a groan. Putting your shield on the table. You felt two hands brush over you.
Steve and Bucky.
You knew it was Steve and Bucky without even trying. Or looking to see who it was who touched you.
Because you didnât allow just anyone to touch you. They had to be special. Like the Avengers.
Or Steve and Bucky.
â⊠Alright you two,â came Tonyâs slightly annoyed tone. âStop hogging Cap. We wanna say hi too.â
Both Steve and Bucky glared at him. Tony just rolled his eyes. Clearly used to their antics.
Catching a whiff of your smell, Sam recoiled back. âNah, Iâm good fam. You smell, girl.â
âWell, you try going to a building and saving people. I fought too many dudes. And then after that, try going to a freaking debriefing. And I havenât eaten in like, twelve hours. Iâm really hungry soââ Pietro slid a Nutter Butter to you. You sighed in relief as you opened the plastic, and you took a bite of your Nutter Butter. You sighed in bliss as you chewed.
With your mouth closed of course. You were upmost first, a lady. You knew your mother if she had still been alive, would have beat your ass with a sandal, a back scratcher, or anything your mother could have yeeted at you.
âThanks, Pietro. Sidesâ yâall know how moody Ross gets when not all of us are here, remember?â
Groans came from everyone at the table.
â⊠You just had to mention thatâŠâ
âOh my god, donât remind meâŠâ
âThat crazy son of a bitch needs to stopâŠâ
As your fellow Avengers muttered and grumbled amongst themselves, Steve and Buckyâs hands fell into yours. For a moment, all of the conversations became white noise as you leaned into your rolley chair.
Quite happily you squeezed their hands. Signaling that you were here with them. That you were a okay.
Voice low, âDo you wanna go to that Chinese take-out place down the street?â Buckyâs voice was a low murmur in your ear. Making you shudder just the slightest bit. âWeâll get that one noodle dish you like,â Steve whispered in your ear softly, his breath tickling your neck.
Damn the two of them.
They were just so fucking convincing.
Just like how the two of them used to be back in the day.
âMhmmmm⊠that sounds great, yeah⊠we can make it a date, if you'd likeâŠâ you were nodding with what they were saying. You were getting it. And it sounded great.
âOkay, and then we canââ
The sounds of the door opening stopped any and every conversation that was being spoken at the table.
Everyone stiffened when they saw who was at the door.
General Thaddeus Ross strolled into the room like he owned it. Your eyes followed him. Your eyes looked hard as ice as you watched him stand at the front of the room. Your chair swiveled around, so your entire body could be facing him.
âCaptain.â
âGeneral.â Your tone wasnât friendly. But, it was civil.
Simply because the last time he had gotten you angry, you had punched him in the face. Steve and Bucky had to carry you out of the government building, all the while you had shouted in Russian. You probably called him a bitch too, but the memories were a little hazy.
Or maybe it was the fact that you had referred to his dick being the size of a Tic Tac? Maybe that had been it?
That had to have been it.
So you leaned back in your chair. Somehow still holding on to Steve and Buckyâs hands.
General Ross cleared his throat.
âSo, as you all know, there is a gala net week. And we have decided on what the theme will be.â
âHopefully not llamas,â Steve muttered underneath his breath so no one would hear, but you and Bucky had caught it. So had Natasha, which made you all the more confused.
What the actual hell?
llamas?
Just what the hell had you missed?
âAfter some decision making with the government, and due to Mister Rogers and Mister Barnesâ trial finishingâŠâ Ross continued.
âWhich nearly cost you your position, but yes, go on.â Pietro butted in loudly. You saw Rossâs cheeks color in embarrassment, or was it anger?
Either or, you didnât know and didnât really care.
Steve and Buckyâs grips on both of your hands tightened a little at the reminder.
Ross coughed and cleared his throat loudly.
âYou should drink some water, Ross. Maybe itâll help with the frog in your throat.â Tony suggested cheekily. That didnât help Ross at all. His cheeks flushed even further.
âJust tell us the theme and the place please, General.â You sighed, already done with the day.
âThe theme will be the forties. And the place will be the usual place just like last year.â Ross managed to say through gritted teeth.
Sounds of relief came from the room. Pietro got up, a pep in his step as he dashed out of the room, before smacking face-first against the door.
â⊠Open it first, Pietro,â Wanda sighed as she got up, and walked out of the room after her brother once he had actually opened the door.
When you let go of Steve and Buckyâs hands, they might have panicked a little.
âItâs okay,â you whispered to them. âIâm gonna go and freshen up. I smell.â
âWe could always shower with you,â Steve, being the utter shit he was, suggested coyly. You spluttered in response.
âUh-uh. No. No. Do not give me that face. Nu-uh.â
You were walking out of the conference room with Steve and Bucky hot on your heels.
âCome on doll, it would be fun!â Bucky suggested enthusiastically to you.
You, being you, made a noise. It sounded very alarming.
âNo. My bathtub is way too small.â
âWeâll fit! Just like how we used to!â Steve was backing Bucky up. You just gave the two of them a look. âAnd risk breaking my bathtub? No, Steven! We are not breaking my bathtub with the three of us in it. Weâre not⊠itâs not like before, okay? Weâre supersoldiers now, okay? We could break shit without even trying. Remember the toaster for Thorâs Pop-Tarts that you broke the other day?â
Steve scowled.
âThat was an accident,â Steve clarified. âExactly!â You pointed out. âAn accident! It had been an accident! That could also happen to my tub! Iâm not risking it!â
Bucky spoke your name.
It made you stop.
Almost like you were a deer in headlights.
âWeâre not going to break your tub, doll. Weâll be as gentle as possible, okay?â His words washed over you.
Bucky had always been a bit softer than Steve. Even when the three of you had been together back in Brooklyn, in the ye olden days, Steve had always been the one to punch first, ask later. And Bucky had always been the one to pull him out of shit.
Like now.
You still werenât looking very happy.
âFine,â you grumbled. âBut if you two break my frigging tub, youâre payinâ for it.â
That following week, on the night of the galaâŠ
âGuys, I hate everything about this.â
Natasha and Wanda spared you a look.
It had been forever since you had put on anything forties related.
To your surprise, you still remembered how to put everything on though.
So there was that.
Putting on the navy blue dress had been like slipping into a second skin. Adjusting the sweetheart collar and making sure the buttons looked good, and brushing off any dust reminded you of all those times you had done it back in your day.
âThe heels look terrifying,â was Wandaâs comment.
You just shrugged at her.
âEeeh⊠not really.â You bent down to pick up the cream-colored pumps from the floor from where it was near your bed, giving you that nostalgic vibe from all those years ago. You slipped them on your feet, and you got up onto your feet.
You couldnât help yourself. You twirled around once, twice. Happily hummed along to the Harry James Orchestra that was playing on your vinyl record. Tony had added some things from the forties to make the three supersoldiers feel like home. He had done it for you when you had moved into the Tower, and then for Steve and Bucky.
âMy old man mightâve not been the best dad, but he talked about you guys a lot. Mostly about how nice it was to see three people in love on the field, and how it made him feel like he was at home. But he loved you. Itâs only right that I do that the same.â Tony had told them once.
You couldnât be more grateful. Tony had found the vinyl player at a vintage store and bought it immediately.
â⊠you know, I saw them in concert. With Steve and Bucky. We managed to get enough money so we could watch them live. It was nice.â
Bopping your feet to Kitty Kallen as you took the rolls out of your hair, so you could style them in the victory rolls from back in your day, Wanda let out a snicker. âYeah?â She asked. âAnd how much were the tickets?â
You fluffed up your curls, chewing on your bottom lip that didnât have lipstick on it yet.
âYou know, I actually donât remember thatâŠâ You trailed off, giving it a heavy thought. Grabbing your red lipstick, you twisted the bullet up, admiring the little vintage details on the cap.
âYou should start wearing lipstick whenever we go into battle more often,â Natasha suggested cheekily. You just rolled your eyes. âThat sounds very impractical. Itâs like wearing a corset into battle. No thank you. I donât want my lipstick smearing all over my face. Besides, Iâll be sweating too. If I wear a full face of makeup on, consider my mask ruined. Itâll sweat right off my face and my mask will get dirty. Uh-huh. Iâm not risking that.â
Wandaâs muttered âI told you soâ just made you snort once you finished applying your lipstick. Smacking your lips together, you put your lipstick down and took a step back, taking a second to look at yourself in the mirror.
It was as if you had gone back in time.
With Kitty Kallen crooning in the background, you almost felt⊠okay. If you tried hard enough, you could almost imagine yourself in the apartment you had shared with Steve and Bucky. You could almost hear your soft little giggles, Steveâs chuckling, and Buckyâs laughter when the three of you would snuggle together for bed.
Natasha put a hand on your shoulder.
âYou should talk to them. Tonight. Iâm sick and tired of Rogers and Yasha giving you puppy dog eyes from the other side of the Compound.â
As much as you wanted to tell Natasha that she was wrong, or that no, the boys didnât give you puppy dog eyes and they do not practically follow you around like lost puppiesâ she had a point.
A really point. One that was really solid. Like a slap to the face point.
If there was anything you would never admit to, was that Natasha Romanov had a point. Most of the time.
Like right now.
Godâ sometimes you really wanted to loathe Natasha.
But, all things asideâ she still had a fucking point.
Most unhappily, you grumbled something under your breath that had her rolling her eyes.
You didnât even need to turn around to see Natasha smirking at you.
Little shit.
âI hate coming to these,â a certain brunet muttered under his breath.
It was far too loud.
Not to mention, there were too many people around.
Way too many people.
James Buchanan Barnes took another gulp of his drink, clearly annoyed.
The venue was a huge ballroom-esque-like room that had been decorated for tonightâs event. Billionaires, millionaires, and anyone who was of the elite class was here tonight. Bucky saw someone people in front of him holding glasses of champagne in their hands, deep in a conversation.
âI think General Ross just makes us come to these because heâs a sadist,â Steveâs cheeky remark brought Bucky back to the current conversation at hand, but it also didnât fly past Clint, who let out a snort. âPlease,â the deaf Avenger scoffed, â⊠heâs a masochist and everyone knows that. Didnât you know the last time he got on Capâs nerves, she compared his dick to a Tic Tac? Ross couldnât look her in the eyes for weeks.â
âI remember that,â acknowledged Rhodey with a small nod. âIt blew up CNN and Fox News for weeks. Mostly Fox News though.â
This time, both Steve and Bucky let out snorts of amusement.
Yeah. That sounded like you.
âYeah. Hannity had a meltdown when she said that.â Clint snickered. âFor three weeks,â Rhodey added with a smirk as he happily accepted a glass of champagne from a waiter that had been walking around. He quite gleefully took a sip of his drink. Clearly proud of himself and his statement.
âShe was doing the⊠what did our space visitors call it? Oh! Right. Take names, kick ass.â Clint cackled, clearly basking in his newfound glee as Steve and Bucky rolled their eyes in amusement at the archer.
âThe weird alien empath lady was really nice.â a young boyâs voice broke in.
âAlright, who allowed the kid to be here?â Bucky grumbled.
Peter Parker let out a deep noise of offense. âMr. Barnes!â the teenager whined, clearly in the offense. âIâm a part of the team, remember?â
â⊠And Tonyâs nephew, but we donât bring that up, do we Little Spider?â
As if she were simply a fairy, the Romani-Jewish mutant had walked onto the scene. Looking very vibrant and regal in her attire, complete with red earrings in her ears. The Vision walked behind her, in his human form. As to not scare any of the other billionaires tonight. His blond hair was nicely combed back, and his black dress shirt looked great too. His slacks were tucked in and his dress shoes were nice and shined to the gods. All in all, he looked great.
Wandaâs hair was curled up into a chignon, and her skirt was a long, pleated skirt that reached to her mid-calf. The material was nice and flowy, and it was a light brown. Her cream blouse was a low-cut, but not enough that she was showing her twins. Quite happily, her brown eyes looked like they were almost sparkling in the boysâ direction as her red painted lips curled up into a teasing smile. âWanda!â Peter yelped, as the redhead playfully ruffled the younger enhanced boyâs hair.
As the young Peter Parker yelped and tried to escape Wandaâs playful nature, Steve and Buckyâs enhanced hearing picked up on a pair of heels clicking their way towards the ever-growing group.
âRogers. Yasha. Have either of you seen Cap?â
Bucky was the first to turn around and address his former student in Russian. âNo Natalia,â came his deep voice. â⊠we havenât. Iâm a little worried. I know she doesnât like these events as much as the rest of us, but she would usually be here by now. Should we send a search party?â he briefly inquired. Worry laced in his tone. Natasha saw two pairs of blue eyes staring at her intently, like the two most feared former deadly assassins of the twentieth century were nothing more than two puppies that were desperately trying to find their human.
Lovesick idiots, the three of them were.
Completely and utterly lovesick idiots.
The other fellow redhead had to resist the growing temptation to not roll her eyes in public. Of course, she knew what the public thought of her. She knew all of that shit by now.
But this?
This?!
Oh no.
Noooo.
Noooo.
She would not go through another day of the three of you dancing around like the three of you were doing ring-around-the-rosie.
Absolutely not.
She would claw her own eyes out if she had to suffer through another day.
âWeâll be fine here,â sighed Natasha. âYou know Tony,â she continued on. âHe loves the attention. He'll distract them long enough. You two go and find her. You two know her better than the rest of us ever will.â
And it wasnât that she was wrong.
Because she wasnât.
As usual, Natasha was right.
The master assassin looked at the two men who had looks of pure determination on their faces.
They had a supersoldier to find.
Meanwhile, somewhere in the building in a broom closet with youâŠ
You had no idea when it happened exactly.
One moment, you had been ready to comfort Steve and Bucky and talk things out, and then the next thing you knewâ you had started to overthink every scenario you could possibly think of in your head.
And that had led you to find the nearest broom closet to hide yourself in.
You had your first mental breakdown for the first time in forever.
You were pretty sure that you were hitting what some people affectionately called your âmid-life crisis.â
Full-blown crying and shaking.
It was what Steve and Bucky found when they had managed to hear someone crying in an abandoned broom closet.
Deep away from the current festiveness that was currently going on, was you. You, sunken down to your knees and sniffing.
Luckily for you, your makeup was waterproof. Foundation, concealer, mascara. So none of your makeup was smeared or ruined.
âO-Oh⊠O-Oh noooooâŠâ were the only hiccuped words that came from you in disarray, seeing your boys there.
And shit, they looked good.
The black suits really suited them.
No! No! No! That little voice in your head screamed at you.
You were not about to get horny after bawling your eyes out in a broom closet!
No! Nope!
You needed to get a hold of yourself and your precious kitty!
Absolutely not!
You needed to stay focused!
Weakly, you managed to get up. You might have stumbled forward a little because your feet were kinda still asleep. Luckily, Steve and Bucky caught you before you could potentially fall on your face.
It would have been really embarrassing if you did.
â⊠NoooooâŠâ you were feeling like total shit. ââŠ. why is my life playing out like a daytime soap opera? What is this, General Hospital? Day of Our Lives bullshit?â
Still, you werenât done lamenting yet.
âOh my god⊠if there is a fucking God or Gods up there or some shit⊠why do you have to do this to meâŠâ you whined. You couldnât help yourself! This was a travesty! Truly the biggest scandal you ever had to face in your entire life!
Groaning into Steve and Bucky, you resisted the urge to whack your head on their shoulders to feel the slightest bit of any completion you could find.
Eventually, you just decided to say, fuck it and fell into them. They caught you pretty quickly as you let loose a sigh.
âIâm so tired⊠I didnât want to come tonightâŠâ
Hearing how small your voice got made their hearts break. You had buried your face into their shoulders, trying to desperately breathe in the cologne that they were both wearing tonight.
âWell⊠we canât really ditchâŠâ Bucky sounded so apologetic that you really wanted to kiss him.
So you did.
Turning so you could be in Buckyâs direction, you kissed him.
It took him by surprise.
You probably hadnât kissed him or Steve in over seventy years.
Deep in that unspoken part of you, you felt like you were coming home.
Kissing Bucky and Steve felt normal.
This was normal.
You made sure to kiss Steve too. Because if you didnât, he would look like a wounded puppy and you didnât want that.
Pulling away from Steve, you had to take a few breaths in.
âGod⊠I fuckinâ feel my ageâŠâ your mutters made Steve snort. Bucky chortled.
A scream gathered your attention.
It sounded like it was coming from the huge ballroom.
Your mood was killed.
Totally killed.
âOh, youâve got to be fucking kidding me!â You exclaimed, rushing back to the closet so you could get your shield. Slipping your arm into the little slip, you ran back out.
âYou brought your shield?â Steve said in astonishment. âOf course I did Steven! This is an emergency!â You were scandalized.
The three of you dashed off down the hall, getting there quickly thanks to the serum running through your veins.
âStark!â boomed a familiar voice.
You had to turn your head a little.
âEw! You really need to shave off that goatee dude. There are only two people who can rock the goatee and thatâs Tony and Sam.â You even scrunched up your nose at the horrifying sight.
âWho even is that?â Bucky whispered in your ear.
âJustin Hammer.â Natasha wrinkled her nose. Seeing the brown-haired man with the familiar-looking goatee standing on the weird glider in the middle of the room. From the smashed window, you suspected that he had come through there.
âJustin Hammer? That ultra-rich dude that got thrown in prison for trying to steal Tonyâs blueprints for his suits?â You sounded surprised. âI thought he was in jail.â
âHe was,â Natasha couldnât help but sounded disappointed.
âOh well.â
Throwing your shield his way, Justin didnât have time to duck. Because your shield smacked him right on his forehead, sending him back. Effectively knocking him off of his glider while Pietro, Wandaâs older twin sped over and caught him just in time before he fell to the ground.
âWe apologize for this delay!â Your voice boomed, catching everyoneâs attention. âWeâll be dealing with Mr. Hammer soon.â
Getting to Pietro, you picked up your shield and whacked Justinâs face. Knocking him right the fuck out.
âAnybody get me a glass of champagne? I feel like Iâm going to really need it.â
A few months laterâŠ
The worst day of Steve and Buckyâs life started on a dreary, wet, rainy Monday morning.
They were on a mission with you, Wanda, and Pietro. The Maximoff twins had already cleared out their section, and so had Steve and Bucky.
You had just about cleared out your section.
Steve and Bucky had been making their way towards where you were.
And then just as soon as they had come over the threshold, it happened.
Someone had hit you right in your back.
Your scream pierced their ears.
Seeing it happen felt like they were stuck in a weird slow motion.
As soon as you fell to the ground, they moved.
They moved so quickly, that they barely realized what they were doing.
As they moved, the man above you slammed something on your neck, making your eyes roll into the back of your head as you laid there still.
You werenât dead, just knocked out.
Steve struck first.
Picking up your shield, he struck it right in the dudeâs face. It sent him falling back onto the floor.
Bucky, with his metal arm, clenched into a fist, collided on his throat.
Steve slammed your shield when Bucky removed his fist right back down the manâs neck.
Over and over, again and again, they did this. Bucky slamming his metal fist on his neck, only for Steve to do the same with your shield.
A sickening snap echoed in the room.
Another slam of your shield and the dudeâs head came off.
Blood was on your shield. The dark red color muddled with the sharp and pristine blue and white.
It was what Pietro and Wanda saw when they were alerted to your section.
A horrified gasp came from Wanda. Pietro used his super-speed to rush over to you, feeling your pulse.
âSheâs still alive. Come on, we have to go.â The Romani-Jewish mutant said.
The ride back on the Quinjet was quiet.
Very, very quiet.
You were laying on Steve and Buckyâs laps, your eyes closed. If anyone hadnât been told of your condition, a normal person would have simply just thought you were sleeping.
But you were not.
Before you had been knocked out by the dude, you had sustained injuries. Blood had been oozing out of your side and had soiled your Stealth Suit. Your hair had fallen out of its braid and looked awfully messy. You were also pretty sure, had you been awake that you were pretty sure seven of your ribs had been fractured because you had been stabbed many times. And, one of your lungs had collapsed.
At least, thatâs what the doctors had told the team when the Quinjet had landed at the ICU.
You had been rushed to the nearest room for surgery.
All while the Avengers waited.
And waited.
They had waited there in the ER for hours, practically. Everyone around them was whispering, but no one had taken out their phones to record them out of privacy.
A couple of hours later, a doctor had come out.
âMr. Rogers? Mr. Barnes?â
Steve and Bucky had never got out of their seats faster.
âAh⊠Mr. Barnes. Mr. Rogers. Your wife is going to be moved to the ICU. Her surgery went well and she looks to be on a good road to be moved downstairs once we have a free bed.â
Steve and Bucky audibly breathed out a sigh of relief.
â⊠Of course,â continued the doctor. âThere is still the price of her surgery which will be very heftyââ
âWeâll pay for it.â
Tony made a noise of protest. âNo way Rogers,â was his immediate clap back. âI have the money to pay for her surgery. Iâll pay for it. Sheâs a part of the team.â
To which, Steve had turned his attention to Tony. âNo,â came out of him as a snarl. His eyes were dark and burning with rage. âWe have the funds to pay for it. Weâll do it.â
âIs no one going to ask about why the doctor said that Capâs their wife?â Sam stage-whispered to Pietro, who just gave him a shrug in response. This led to Sam turning to Clint, having an in-depth conversation with the archer and the speedster over if you were really married to Steve and Bucky.
Steve and Tonyâs bickering voices soon filled up the room as the two Avengers argued back and forth.
âGive me the paperwork,â sighed Bucky to the doctor. Too much shit had happened today for him to process.
He would really need a stiff drink after this.
âIâll pay for it.â
Meanwhile, with you a few hours laterâŠ
All of a sudden, your eyes popped open.
Wanda and Natasha, who had elected to stay with you and watch over you, looked over in relief.
You were awake.
âHey⊠Wans⊠Tash⊠have I ever told you about Steve and Buckyâs dicks?â
Wanda and Natasha stared at each other. Complete bewilderment colored their faces.
âUmâŠâ was all Wanda could offer at this time.
âYeahâŠâ you slurred. âEven before the whole serum stuff. Do you remember how I showed you pictures of a small Steve, Tasha? Steve was fucking tiny as shit.â
Natasha remembered that.
She practically remembered everything you had told her about the boys.
âUh-huh,â was what came from your companion. âNo, I remember.â
âOoooh boy, have I ever told you this,â you drawled, even hiccuping a little. âEven before the serum⊠Steve had a big dick. Can you believe that he had a big dick? Cause I sure didnât.â
Wanda and Natasha exchanged another look.
âUh-huhâŠâ
âRight soâŠâ you were continuing on. âSteveâs a little curved to the left. Buckyâs just⊠heâs just so fucking big. Fills me up every time. He learned a thing or two from catching all the dames, Iâll tell you that.â
Wanda looked like she was about to snort out a laugh, but a sudden pained look made her stop right in her tracks.
Somehow, like the time that Steve and Bucky had found you weeping in the closet, you had started crying a little.
âWhy did this happen to them? Why couldnât it have been me who fell off that stupid fucking train?â you sobbed. The sounds of the many machines you were hooked up to and also wired to beeped around you.
âI thought they were gone! I thought they were gone and they werenât coming back! I crashed that plane in the Arctic for a reason!â you wailed.
It felt as if someone had slapped Natasha Romanov really hard on the face.
You had crashed the plane in the Arctic on purpose?
âI thought that maybe if I crashed it I could see them again⊠because if nothing made sense or mattered⊠they did⊠being with them mattered⊠it was the only thing I ever wanted...â you wailed on, continuing to spill out your deepest darkest secrets like you were at a therapy session and Natasha and Wanda were your therapists.
In a sense, Wanda felt that.
Growing up with Pietro within Hydra ever since they had been babies, she had never known her parents. All she had known were Hydraâs harsh ways, and when the Avengers had come to clear out the Hydra facility and Tony had offered them visas and you had allowed them onto the team, Wanda never truly knew what the meaning of family was.
The Avengers were her home. Her family. Her life.
So when Wanda had quietly said that she was going to go get Steve and Bucky, Natasha held your hand.
And she held your hand until you eventually fell asleep again, dreaming about your boys.
A little over three months laterâŠ
You had made a quick recovery, due to the serum that ran through your veins. So on an early morning, you were out on your usual run of fifteen miles with Steve and Bucky.
The sun had yet to rise as the three of you ran down the perimeter of the Compound. Dawn had not even broken in yet either. You were in the lead, followed by Steve, and then Bucky. But you had cooked up a conspiracy that Bucky just allowed Steve to get ahead of him.
Little shit.
Upon finishing your fifteenth and final mile, you stopped running.
Heavy pants even came from you.
Steve and Bucky were just about done too. The both of them stopped and panted as well.
âYupâŠâ came out of you in pants. âFifteen miles. On the dot.â
âYup,â breathed Steve. Bucky nodded his agreement.
âIâm hitting the showers. You guys wanna come with?â
In the wing of the Avengers Compound, were the private apartments that belonged to everyone on the Avengers team. Your room was smack dab in between Steve and Buckyâs. Originally, when Tony had built the Compound, you were still looking for the two supersoldiers. You searched and searched and searched and searched. Day and night, you had stalked the deep depths of the Internet for any scrap of information that anyone had on them.
Tony had built these three rooms specifically for the three of you. The three apartments were inter-connected, and the three of you could go back and forth whenever the three of you pleased.
You had just got into your apartment, smelling like a sweaty mess. Yanking off your workout clothes, you tossed them in the hamper that you kept for your dirty clothes. Grabbing a fresh set of clothes, as well as a new bra and panties.
Putting them on your sink counter, you turned on your shower, turning the dial a bit to the left. You liked your showers hotter than normal people. Not quite as hot as Daenerys Targaryen from Game of Thrones, but still, pretty hot.
What could you say?
You thoroughly enjoyed your so-called âdragon showers.â
Pushing your shower curtain open, you stepped into your bathtub. Pulling it back so youâd have some peace and quiet, you began to shave and shampoo your hair.
Just then, your shower curtain was opened.
You had nearly jumped.
It was Steve and Bucky. Bucky and Steve. Your boys.
Your mouth open agape, you watched as they, completely unashamed of their nakedness, stepped into your bathtub like they owned it. Bucky pulled the shower curtain back so it would close the three of you off, allowing the three of you some privacy.
âYou know, if you wanted to shower with me, all you could do was ask. Not just barge in. Weâre not living in the caveman ages.â Your sassy clap back had Steve and Bucky both rolling their eyes and shaking their heads. Even though your face was turned, you quite imagined them doing it.
âSee? Proved my point.â
Lathering your loofah with your body wash, Steve had begun to scrub you down as Bucky scrubbed your hair with his flesh and metal fingers.
Seeing the black and gold arm was truly a masterpiece. Shuri had done a fantastic job with it.
âYou donât have to do that,â you sighed to both of them.
âWe donât.â Steve easily agreed with you. âBut we want to.â
Crouching to his knees, he scrubbed your thighs and went lower to your legs.
âYou almost done with her legs, Stevie? Iâm almost done scrubbinâ her hair,â said Bucky. âAlmost done, Buck,â Steve confirmed. Once Steve rose up, it was clear that he had finished scrubbing you off. Grabbing your shower caddy, you rinsed yourself off. When you knew that you were done rinsing yourself off, you put your shower caddy back and leaned into your boys.
âWe need to talk.â Steveâs deep voice broke you out of your stupor.
Oh, those words.
Oh, how those words made you oh so nervous.
âBout what?â
You had turned your head a little. You were looking at Steve. And then you were turning your head a little the other way, so you could look at Bucky.
âAbout us,â Bucky added softly.
You swore your heart clenched.
âNatasha and Wanda told us about what happened in the room. When you were cleared to go down to the ICU floor.â Steve explained to you gently.
âIâŠâ you blinked a little.
Truth be told, you only remembered bits and pieces of what you had told the other two women. You had remembered blabbing about Steve and Buckyâs dicks for one, but everything after that, well⊠it was a little bit hazy.
âDid you really crash the plane into the Arctic?â came Steveâs gentle voice.
Suddenly, everything came back to you. It was as if reality had crash-landed on you.
Everything hit you. Everything everywhere all at once.
âY-Y⊠Yeah.â was the only word that you spoke.
Looking at the shower nozzle, you slowly lost yourself in your thoughts again.
âWhen I lost both of you on the train⊠I⊠I felt like I lost myself. I didnât eat or sleep for days. Timmy had to bitch at me to get my ass outta bed. I couldnât⊠I couldnât mourn you. I didnât know how. There werenât any bodies that they found. All I did was scream and cry. I did it for so many months. Screaming. Crying. Throwing up. All of that. So when I managed to catch Red Skull and I managed to kill him, I still didnât⊠I didnât feel complete. You two⊠you werenât coming back. Killing him⊠it wouldnât do anything.â
âSo when I crashed it in the Arctic, I thought, âThis was it. If I could crash it and I died, then maybe, just maybe, weâd be reunited.â I couldnât bear to think about a world that didnât have you two in it. I didnât know how I could possibly go on. Nothing was right anymore. The food didnât taste right. The weather⊠it didnât feel as good. Nothing felt good.â
The sounds of the shower contentiously going down the drain filled the empty silence.
Just then, you suddenly found yourself being picked up.
A yelp of surprise came from you.
âWe love you,â Steve announced.
You blinked.
You had to process those words.
You really had to.
âWe love you. We really do. We never stopped loving you. We always thought about you. Even when we were getting our minds wiped, again and again, we still thought about you. Even if we didnât remember you or not. We still did.â Bucky added quietly.
By now, you were pretty positive that you were crying.
But you werenât all that quite sure yet.
âIâŠâ you breathed out, your chest heaving up and down in shock. âI-I donât⊠I donât⊠I donât know what to sayâŠâ you whimpered.
âYou donât have to say anything,â Steve said quickly.
Oh, but you did need to say something.
You did.
Desperately.
Because if you did not say anything, you probably would never be able to muster up the courage to ever say these words ever again.
âI love you too. I love the two of you so much.â
Were you picturing confessing your love to your old boyfriends in a shower around six AM like a fantasy?
No. Not really, no.
You hadnât been anticipating it.
Nor had you been thinking about doing it either.
Something deep in Steve and Buckyâs guts snapped.
And you felt it. Call it a sixth sense, but you didnât really put up a fight nor did you question why you were suddenly slammed against the wall.
You werenât really surprised when Steve had been the first one to slam his dick in you.
Nope.
Not at all.
You choked.
Like, out loud.
You might have even gasped.
There was nothing to hold onto as Steve plummeted you into the wall like a madman.
He just couldnât do it anymore.
He didnât want to suffer anymore.
He wanted it to be like the old days.
Like in those ye olden days, back in that one-bedroom apartment that the three of you shared.
How he desperately wanted the good old times back.
You cried out in pleasure when your orgasm made your thighs shake. It was a little sore considering the fact that you had run fifteen miles already.
And you just knew that having sex with Steve and Bucky would just make the burn feel even worse.
But was it worth it?
Hell fucking yeah it was.
Briefly, you heard Steve grunt as he came in you, the blond-haired supersoldier gasping. Sucking in as much air as he could.
âDonât hog her the entire time Stevie, I want a slice of cake too.â Came Buckyâs amused tone.
Almost like a camera rearing into focus, your vision snapped right back.
You were staring into Buckyâs eyes, all the while you took in deep breaths.
When Steve pulled out of you, you swore you felt some leakage down there.
The sounds of Bucky walking closer to you made your pussy clench. You even felt it throb in anticipation. Between Bucky and Steve, Steve was always off working in the comic strip place he had worked at after graduating from art school, and considering that Bucky ended his shifts at the docks early, you and he had sex more than you or Steve. Mostly because of Steveâs condition. You didnât want to accidentally hurt him in any way.
But goddamn, could he use his dick.
You inwardly shivered when you saw the look on Buckyâs face. Even though the water was still hot, and steam was rising up.
Your mouth dropped open when he thrusted himself inside of you.
Your entire body shuddered.
Cause Jesus frigging Christ, he filled you up so well.
âShit, Jimmy,â was all that came out of you in pants. âYou sound like Becca,â Bucky grumbled, making you laugh a little. A snicker from Steve.
He started moving.
Plowing into you, again and again, savoring the way your back smacked against the marble wall of your bathtub.
âKeep hitting her just right, Buck. The noises our best girl makes should point you in the right direction.â teased Steve as he watched from the opposite corner of your bathtub. He was scrubbing himself off with an orange loofah, one that he had brought from his own shower in his apartment.
âDonât tell me what to do, Stevie.â snapped Bucky as he slammed into just right, causing your eyes to roll into the back of your head. Pleasure was coursing through you as you reached your peak.
Your second orgasm hadnât been enough to make you feel like your legs were jelly.
You were still okay.
Not yet.
Bucky breathed into your neck, his hips stuttering when he came inside of you.
One of your hands managed to reach up, gently stroking his shoulder-length, chestnut hair.
The soft moment was interrupted by Steve.
Of course.
If Bucky was a little shit, then Steve was the OG little shit.
And they were your boys.
Boy, you could pick em.
âMove over Buck,â snipped Steve. âGreedy asshole,â was Buckyâs snarky remark. A little whimper came from you when Bucky pulled out. The brunet-haired man had decided to wash his hair, scrubbing his scalp before rinsing it off as the feeling of being empty filled his senses.
The feeling of emptiness didnât last long, however. Because Steve rammed himself back into you, causing your eyes to roll back into your head as your vaginal walls clenched down around his cock.
Feeling all of Steve inside of you made your body seize up a little. Steve hissed when he felt the way your vaginal walls clenched around his erection.
Right before Steve thought about thrusting into you, Bucky had finished scrubbing himself off and was looking at his best pal with a disapproving look on his face.
âWhy ya givinâ me that nasty look, pal?â Steve huffed at him.
You were trying really hard to make sure you still remembered you were still in your shower.
âDonât be so greedy, punk.â Bucky slapped his shoulder. âYeah Steve,â you were helpfully adding, âDonât be so greedy. Thereâs plenty of me to go around Rogers.â
A yelp filled the bathroom as you felt Steve pull out of you, just for him to slam himself right back into your pussy. His release, yours, and Buckyâs smeared and trickled down your legs. Your pussy was so wet from taking both Steve and Bucky.
Luckily for you. You were a supersoldier. So this was no sweat.
But what happened nextâŠ
Yeah⊠you were not prepared for that.
Something akin to a whine of protest came from you when Steve pulled out. Only for Bucky to take charge and push himself completely inside of you. Causing your head to loll, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you gasped.
Your hands clenched into a fist as water streamed down from the shower caddy onto your head. Water dripped down your face and down your body as you tried to frantically take all of this in.
âNo more keeping us at arm's length, Doll,â Steve told you sternly as Bucky pulled out, as Steve slammed back in. It made you cry out. You were also pretty sure everyone else was about to wake up right now. Or at least, they were about to.
Steve and Bucky took turns pounding into you, making you come again and again. They both held your body tight, watching as your orgasm overcame you.
Your body twitched. Deep gasps and whimpers came from you.
Coming so hard, so deeply inside of you, Bucky and Steve grunted. Gasped, just like you. Breathed in deep as Steveâs hands fell to grope your ass tight, keeping you in place as his fingers slid up into your messy, abused, slopping mess of a pussy. Plugging you up, determined to keep as much as the combined fluids that were you, him, and Bucky.
The water continued to run down the drain.
When the three of you had decided to finally get out of the shower, the boys couldnât contain themselves.
No.
They could not.
After the stint in the shower, you had been thoroughly brought to completion with Steve and Bucky on either side of you. You, sucking off Bucky while Steve, bless him, was pounding your ass like his life depended on it.
And it did.
It really did.
Could you fault him? You had a great ass.
Coming with a shout, Bucky swore loudly in Russian. Possibly so loud that probably even Natasha heard it from the kitchen.
You nearly choked on his dick when he came down your throat, his sac tightening as he gave and gave all he could to you at that very moment.
It was around this time that Steve came inside of you, filling you up. Bending his head down so he could sink his teeth into your shoulder, leaving a mark. Not necessarily breaking the skin, but it would leave a mark.
The three of you, with you, sandwiched between Steve and Bucky. Taking in deep breaths as the apparent stench of sex filled your bedroom.
A loud knocking on the door disrupted the peace.
âHey! Yasha! Rogers! Cap! Get downstairs or else you wonât get any breakfast!â Pietro shouted from the other side of the door.
The three of you got up in a panic.
Meanwhile, the rest of the team was happily eating their breakfast.
Tony was nursing a cup of coffee as he blindly swiped at his tablet, looking at the news.
Clint and Natasha were eating together, Clint with his plate piled high with eggs, bacon, and potatoes. Natasha with some pancakes that had been well dressed with maple syrup.
Sam had his plate pilled high like Clint and was eagerly chewing on his potatoes while in a deep discussion with Rhodey over what they were going to eat tonight at their usual place.
âThereâs this new place that opened up in Harlem, my sis Sarah overheard that itâs really goodâŠâ
Pietro was happily eating his pancakes, topped with peanut butter and chocolate sauce. And you know. Powdered sugar and copious amounts of maple syrup. Wanda was the same. Vision was still in his Android form, informing the team here and there about the things that they needed to catch up on.
Such was the sight when you, Steve, and Bucky finally walked into the kitchen.
âOh, there you three are!â Tony shrieked. All you did was blink, while Steve and Bucky openly rolled their eyes at the eccentric Avenger. Fixing the three of your plates, Wanda happily slid them over as the three of you took your seats.
âYou woke us up! All of us! What with your debauchery!â
Now you were rolling your eyes in Tonyâs direction. âIt was worth it,â you shrugged. Tony just made a noise in his throat as you started to eat and chew.
âMilk? Tea? Coffee? Apple juice? Orange juice?â Wanda offered.
âCoffee. With milk and two sugars, please.â You replied kindly.
âCoffee. Black, please.â was Steveâs reply as he scarfed down his food.
âCoffee with milk and sugar, please.â Buckyâs kind reply as he swallowed his food.
âThree coffeeâs, coming right up.â Her chipper voice made the three of you smile.
As the team continued to eat and talk, you couldnât help but smile.
This was where you were supposed to be.
This was where you belonged.
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The Merchant's Daughter by pagesoflauren - Chapter 2
Steve Rogers or Ransom Drysdale x partially named! Southast Asian/East Asian!Reader
Important Note: I gave the reader a last name in order to make her easy to identify when sheâs addressed and referred to in later chapters. I donât want to give her a first name, which is why I still consider it a reader-insert style story. You can name her whatever youâd like.
Summary: Just before the beginning of your first season out to society, you meet one man in the rain while your father hosts another as his esteemed guest. With your attention divided, both men stand a great loss in light of your possible rejection.
Warnings: swearing, reader is backed into a lover corner (no throuple), racism/racial prejudice, misogyny, eventual smut, angst. More warnings to come!
A/N: Everyone can read this and feedback/constructive criticism is more than welcome. If any Asian readers want to drop some suggestions, please leave them here, send me an ask, slide into my DMs!
HUGE THANK YOU goes to @eightcevanscentral for beta'ing this. And I must thank @myoxisbroken, the queen of all things historically accurate, for all her help and advice. â€ïž
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The rapping at his door startles Ransom, making his neck strain as he pulls his head up from the cushiony surface of his pillow.
His temples sting and ache as he rolls over in his bed, the curtains still drawn to prevent as much sunlight from coming in as possible.
The mattress squeaks under his weight as he shifts to sit up and he groans as the blood rushes unpleasantly to his forehead, the resulting throbbing sensation making him groan in complaint.
âHugh Drysdale, open this god-forsaken door immediately!â
Recognizing the stern voice with a slight tremble, Ransomâs head rolls back in irritation.
Itâs far too early for this, he grouchily thinks to himself.
His grandfather knocks again, louder and faster this time. The younger man feels his teeth grit in irritation and he throws the covers off his legs and violently swipes up his robe that hangs from the frame at the foot of the bed. Pulling the silky material over his shoulders, he aggressively ties the string around his waist before pulling the door open.
His eyes sting from the sunlight pouring into the hallway of the boarding house heâs renting a suite in, the pain making him flinch away dramatically.
âHell and the Devil confound it,â Ransom whines like a child.
âOh, come off it, boy,â his grandfather gripes, nudging the door further open with the head of his cane. The motion forces Ransom to step backward to avoid getting his toes caught underneath the wood.
Harlan cries out in disgust as he enters the suite, waving his hand to clear the repulsing odor of alcohol and sex from his nose. The door clicks closed and he grabs the center edges of the curtains, pulling them apart and letting light in despite his grandsonâs protesting.
âHeaven and Earth,â Harlan sighs in relief as he pushes the window open, breathing in the fresh air that floods into the space. âYouâd think something in here died,â he wrinkles his nose as the smell slowly dissipates and looks around.
âOn the contrary,â Ransom presses his fingers into his eyelids, âI feel as though I am dying with the bloody sunlight coming in.â
âAs I said before, come off it,â the older man commands, folding his hands over the head of his cane and tapping the ground with it.
The sound is familiar from Ransomâs childhood, something that signaled he needed to give his grandfather his full attention.
However, Ransom is no longer a child, so he pays it no mind.
That doesnât stop Harlan from trying again by clearing his throat.
Shaking his head and shrugging with his hand, Ransom wonders sarcastically if he should call for some tea.
âThis is not the time for your sarcasm, boy--â
âStop calling me that,â Ransom protests, annoyance clear in his voice.
âIf you want me to stop calling you a boy, then I suggest you start acting like a man,â Harlan replies.
âLook around you, grandfather,â Ransom opens his arms and gestures to the room. âThis is me being a man. I live on my own, do as I please, with no one to answer to--â
âIâm certain you know what I mean,â his grandfather interrupts, tapping his cane against the floor again. âA man doesnât live in a suite in a boarding house. A man doesnât gamble away his grandfatherâs money. A man doesnât visit the brothels--â
âThen enlighten me, dear grandfather,â Ransom requests in fake curiosity. âWhat does a man do by your standards?â
âA man gets married.â
Scoffing and rolling his eyes, Ransom sits in the lounging chair in the corner of the room, propping his feet onto the ottoman.
Harlan continues, âHe is head of a household. He takes some damn responsibility!â
âGrandfather, it is so unlike you to use such vulgar language,â the younger man feigns offense, knowing fully well he has used worse language across his lifetime compared to him.
Pointing a warning finger at him, the gentleman cuts to the quick, âYou will listen here, boy,â he puts more force into the way he addresses his 28-year-old grandson, âYouâre eight and twenty, old enough to take a wide and set up your nursery. I will no longer provide for this wretched lifestyle you lead.â
That captures Ransomâs full attention, wiping all dismissal of his grandfatherâs words off of his face. Harlan can see it--anyone with eyes could, frankly--he was scared.
âGrandfather, what are you implying?â he wonders, sitting up and placing his feet on the floor. Heâs listening intently, now.
âIf you are not married by the end of this year, youâll not get a single penny from me, or your parents.â
He rises to his feet. âYou cannot do that!â
âAs God is my witness!â Harlan counters, tapping his cane on the floor as a judge pounds his gavel and matching Ransomâs volume. âNot a single pound or shilling!â
âGrandfather, please,â Ransom implores pathetically. âMarriage is so odious, thereâs no woman in the world who has kept my interest for more than a week--â
âThen I suggest you start cleaning yourself up to help you find a suitable lady to court and take on as your wife,â the older man states with finality. âAnd I suggest you do it fast. My mind is made up.â
The two of them stand in silence, Harlan letting his words sink in and Ransom slowly absorbing them.
Clearing his throat and adjusting his coat, the gentleman excuses himself, âIâll leave you to it, then.â
He makes his way to the door and opens it, the creaking sound seeming to jar his grandson.
âGrandfather,â he says, sounding like a child. âWhy?â
Sighing and taking his hand off the doorknob, he folds them over the top of his cane again, âI have my reasons, and there are many.â
He pauses, sifting through them, trying to decide which one he should mention now. âWhen I agreed to finance your bachelor lifestyle, fund this suite, and provide you with an allowance...this way of life,â he looks around once more, wrinkling his nose. âThis is not what I agreed to. I never expected you to continue down this road for this long. Youâre nearly thirty years old, for Godâs sake!â
Harlan points out the obvious with his explanation. âItâs time for you to take some responsibility and fully realize your adulthood.â
Ransom is silent for a moment, before speaking, âIs there no way--â
âNone,â Harlan shakes his head firmly. âYou marry by the end of the year or your generous inheritance goes elsewhere. By the way youâve been living, it would just go to waste in your possession.â
With that, Harlan tips his hat and leaves the room.
Slumping back into the seat, Ransom kicks the ottoman in a burst of rage. He regrets it shortly after, however, because now his feet have nowhere to rest but the cold, hardwood floor.
He props his elbows on the arm of the chair, pressing his fingertips into his temple in frustration.
His grandfather created a losing game for him. If Ransom continued to do what he wanted, he would stand to have nothing next year.
If he married--the mere thought of it makes him shudder.
Heâll admit, he likes women. He likes them in his bed, moaning his name; on their knees, worshipping him; in his lap, fawning over him.
Conversing with them can be stimulating, but after a while, it grows so dull. To be fair, itâs the same with men, too.
In general, people are rather boring.
Find a suitable woman, his grandfather had said.
A woman who would please him in bed, keep to herself but be interesting enough when he was forced to talk to her. That would be an ideal woman. The perfect wife.
Where in Hell is he going to find her?
At breakfast, your father calls to you from his seat where he lounges for the afternoon, âMy lotus blossom, you have a letter.â
Gasping eagerly, you place your novel on the table and get up from the sofa, walking as calmly as you can to him where he holds it out for you to take. Your mother places her teacup down and watches you intently, waiting to see what message is in store for you.
Itâs a beautiful envelope with a red wax seal to keep the flap shut. It feels surreal in your hands--before being out to society, you would get invitations but your parents would withhold them from you, saying it was not the time for you yet.
You had heard the words âperhaps next year,â plenty of times. Little did you know that last year was finally an instance where that phrase was true.
Back in your seat, you break the seal, opening the envelope and pulling out the invitation.
âIâve been invited to the Forstersâ ball!â you inform your parents excitedly.
Your mother lets out a sound of exclamation, her face lighting up and she reaches for the piece of paper.
âWell, I should hope so,â your father scoffs. âThey are some of my best customers.â
You laugh as you hand the invitation to your mother, âFather, I believe everyone in London is your best customer. Youâre the most prominent silk trader in town.â
âWell,â he dismisses, spooning another heap of jam onto his toast, âall the more reason for me to believe you should be extended more invitations for such affairs.â
You purse your lips, silently taking a bite of your own breakfast. The toasted bread is a little on the tough side, you couldnât wait until the cook would prepare a fresh loaf. As you take a bite and chew, you consider how long itâs been since the season started.
You count the weeks, wondering how many balls and parties and dinners have passed that you were not invited to.
How many hosts did not want you there.
âOf course, thereâs nothing to fret about, lotus,â your father quickly adds, âThereâs still plenty of time in the season. And perhaps youâll make acquaintances at the Forstersâ ball which will lead to more invitations!â
Despite his intention to encourage you, you canât help but continue to worry. Youâve waited so long to be out in society, youâre quite late compared to your peers and have had so few interactions with people outside of the household. The only exceptions to that are the late Mrs. Thrombey and the men of the Rogers family.
The Commodore has been a pleasant guest for the most part, though you donât get many opportunities to speak to him. Granted, part of it is your mother trying to prevent the house staff from gossiping. But, the majority of the reason is your father.
Heâs always so eager to speak to him about anything in the world. You figure itâs him finally having someone who can resemble a son; youâre not offended, though.
In your spare time, when your mother is occupied with other things or when it is late at night and your father is in his study, youâd sit with him. He taught you nearly everything there is to know about silk distribution, maintaining a business, and communicating with buyers. With the demand for silk slowly growing, so was his business. He got busier and busier as the years went on, and you followed along, silently observing from the shadows.
Somewhere in the back of your mind, you had considered that you were the best option to take over the business when your father was ready to retire. There were some obstacles to overcome; you are a woman and there was still more you had to learn, but it could be done. Perhaps you would read more--
âMy dear,â your mother speaks, jarring you from your thoughts. âBe sure to have your reply ready. Weâll send a footman to the Forstersâ as soon as youâve written it.â
Now, there are more important things to focus your attention on; the thing that your mother is so hyper-fixated on that you are nearly not permitted to think of anything else: finding a husband.
And hopefully, the Forstersâ ball would be the start of it.
Nodding, you gather the letter and envelope, bunching your skirt in your hands as you excitedly run out of the dining room before your mother can scold you.
As you make your way up the stairs, you nearly run into another body at the top.
âOh!â you exclaim, stepping back to give him space, but gravely overestimating how much room you have behind you. You gasp as you feel yourself falling backward, arms flailing as you try to find something to grab onto.
Commodore Rogers catches you instead, large hands coming around your waist and pulling you with him as he steps back into the hallway so that you have room to steady yourself. Your palms and the letter slap onto his chest as you clumsily try to find your balance.
You mean to look at him out of politeness when you thank him, but the words die in your throat as your eyes meet his.
âAre you alright?â he checks, voice soft so as not to startle you.
âOh,â you say again, eyes wide and lost in his cerulean gaze. Blinking, you gather yourself and shake your head. âYes, thank you, Commodore,â you answer his question and step back.
The two of you stare for a silent moment and itâs hard to think with your heart hammering in your chest.
Then, his stomach grumbles.
He laughs, looking down bashfully while you giggle in amusement.
âI believe you are overdue for breakfast, Commodore.â
âYouâd be correct, Miss Lascar.â
Curtsying, you sidestep around him, âWell, Iâll leave you to it. Thereâs plenty of food to go around. And Iâm sure my father will be pleased to see how well-rested you look.â
âThank you, Miss. Good morning.â
He turns to descend the stairs and you stand tacked in your place, watching the golden head of his hair disappear below. Pursing your lips, you feel the rough texture of the paper in your hands and remember your task.
You continue down the hall, enter your room, and sit at your writing desk to confirm your attendance to the ball.
Two Weeks Later
The carriage ride home from the Forstersâ ball is rickety, but youâre grateful for it nonetheless. You sigh in relief at the sight of your home coming into view. Itâs far too early in the morning--youâre not sure what time, exactly.
The sky is just beginning to turn a lighter shade of blue, but as you look up and see the clouds hanging above, you know it will be overcast later on in the day.
You do your best to step lightly despite your aching feet and keep your shoulders up despite your exhaustion. The night was long, filled with delicious foods and wines, standing for long hours and even a fair share of dances.
You step carefully as you pass the Commodoreâs room, making your way down the corridor until you reach your bedroom.
âSleep well, my dear,â your mother whispered, catching your attention in the middle of blissful thoughts of lying underneath your sheets.
Remembering yourself, you turn back to her, taking her hands and pressing your forehead to hers. âYou too, mother.â
Facing your door again, you find your handmaid placing a cup of tea on your vanity.
âChamomile and ginger, miss,â Rosie says with an enthusiastic smile, which is impressive given the time. She must be tired. âThe master of the house said it should prevent you from getting sick.â
You manage to chuckle at your father being so overbearing, even when you arenât home. âI doubt going to a ball will make me ill,â you say, sitting in front of the mirror and taking a sip.
âIs it to your liking, miss?â
âRosie,â you sigh, âYou know youâre the best at making tea for me.â
Her smile turns pleased and she gently places her hands on your shoulders to ensure youâre in an optimal position for her to get you ready for bed.
âHold still, please, miss,â she requests quietly, reaching for your earrings. When she removes them, she meets your gaze in the mirror. âWill you tell me about your evening, miss?â
With the excitement in her eyes, you consider lying to her, conjuring up a fascinating story in the moment about how you made countless amounts of friends and danced with dozens of men.
Your sigh gives you away and her face shifts to one of concern.
âMiss?â
âI canât say it was particularly stimulating,â you reveal, choosing to be honest. âThree men asked me to dance, which was lovely. Though, only in the way that nobody stepped on my toes or my dress.â
She takes off your necklace next, eyes still flicking to look at your face in the mirror to indicate sheâs still listening.
âAnd it was easy to tell they did not want to dance with me.â
âOh, miss,â she sighs and shakes her head, placing your necklace into your jewelry box before closing it, âYou cannot make such an assumption.â
âBut I can,â you insist as she begins to remove the pins in your hair. âThere was some conversation, but they were not listening much. The number of times I had to repeat myselfâŠâ you trail off. âNot to mention how once the dance was over they all but disappeared.â
She looks thoughtful as she wrestles a particularly stubborn pin buried between some strands of hair, but when she finally pulls it out, she looks triumphant. Then, she meets your gaze again. âSurely, you made some new acquaintances, though, miss?â
âYou are far too optimistic, Rosetta,â you laugh sadly, using her proper name so that she knows you do not mean to joke. âI was invisible the entire night.â
There were only three instances where you were acknowledged by others: when Mrs. Forster greeted you upon entry, when another young lady accidentally bumped into you, and when Mrs. Forster saw you off at the end of the ball. You recount these as the last of the pins are removed, your scalp tingling and relaxing after your hair was pulled every which way to look presentable.
âFor a young lady participating in the social season,â you begin bitterly, your voice becoming watery as tears sting your eyes, âIâm hardly socializing. Not that I do not want to, but because it seems no one wants to engage with me.â
Rosie is silent, picking up your hairbrush and beginning to run it through the tangles.
âIf I may be so bold to request to speak freely, miss,â she requests, continuing when you say nothing, âI believe you surpass all the ladies in beauty and they mean to act so coldly to you because of that.â
âWhat do you mean?â your face scrunches up in confusion. You look nothing like anyone else in London. Your skin is a different tone, your eyes a different shape. Even your hair stands out; where the epitome of beauty is blonde like sunshine with curls, your hair is dark as a night sky, slick and straight.
Rosie seems to know what youâre thinking, âNobody else looks like you, miss. At least, no one who is out in society. Your features are unique and difficult to miss, but that does not mean you are not beautiful. In my opinion, it warrants a second glance. And your skin is radiant and smooth, such beauty that would make any lady in any ballroom envious. Your hair may not have curls like theirs, but it is so plentiful and healthy and shinyâŠâ
You smile as she gushes about you, unable to prevent yourself.
âNot to mention, miss, Iâve been working in this household for years, and your motherâs face has not changed at all compared to the other ladies of her age. Neither has your fatherâs. I reckon in ten yearsâ time, you will be the same.â
You laugh at that, a sense of gratitude washing over you when she places a hand on your shoulder. Covering it with your own, you give it a squeeze.
âPerhaps last night was just others seeing you for the first time and not knowing how to react,â she posits as she resumes brushing your hair. âThe longer the season goes and the more they see you, the more they will begin to see just how lovely you are, miss. And who knows?â she shrugs, âThe other ladies may then want to imitate you because so many men will fall at your feet.â
With your hair finally detangled, Rosie picks up a ribbon and places it at the edge of the table within reach.
âBesides,â she smiles as she weaves your hair into a long braid at the back of your head, âItâs not like you wonât get any attention from any man at all. Not with the Commodore here.â
You mean to ask her more, but a yawn takes over your mouth, drawing your attention to how tired you are.
âAlright, miss,â Rosie says quietly as she ties the ribbon around the end of your braid. âTime to get you into your nightgown and into bed.â
Undressing is quick with her help, which you thank her for as you walk around the side of your bed and lie down. She helps you pull the covers up to your shoulders, patting the sheets down to make sure youâre cocooned comfortably.
âSleep well, miss. Iâll be back in a few hours just to check on you in case you get hungry or need anything.â
âThank you, Rosie,â you reply drowsily, words slightly incoherent as your face presses into the pillow. âYou get some rest as well.â
You hear her footsteps recede before the door creaks open quietly and shuts softly.
As you drift to sleep, Rosieâs comment about the Commodore echoes in your mind.
Perhaps that was the only wish you had for the past evening: you wished he was there with you. With a friend at your side, you would not have been so alone. Perhaps then, you would not have been invisible.
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Title : Free Time
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Pairing : Steve Rogers x Asian!Female!Reader
Words : 1575
Request : @svetlana-beilschmidt "On their rare day offs both like to relax and cook y/n smiles and mentions she has a recipie of home meals from her childhood and both are foodies and gives it a go".
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Being an Avengers is a pride that few people can brag about, and no one does. We dedicate our lives to our line of work. We save the world from aliens, robots, secret nazies organisation..., we protect citizens..., we are your shield. Thanks to us, you can live freely without fearing for your lives every other days. Being an Avengers is an honor and we are all glad to be part of such an amazing team, a familly.
But as you can imagine, there is also days where we'd wish to be normal citizens, not supersoldiers, gods, spies or else. Being able to walk on the street without being recognise by passerby is something that most of us can't do anymore. People, you, love us, respect us, but the fact is, you don't really know us or what it's like to be one of us, the concessions we must do to protect ourself and our familly or possible loved ones. What you also might not know is that we don't have hollidays or as much as free times schedule in advance as you common people. Between fighting, training, writing reports, meeting, fighting again...free times, hobbies or hollidays are not easy to plan, especially when we don't know if a mission will be during longer or shorter that what was planned. Plus, villains have the tendencies to always repeat themselves no matter how many time we stopped them which is particularly annoying.
But we made it work. Some people would give up...but not us. It's important for a team and a group in general to maintain a certain amount of relaxation time in order to always be ready in case of an impending mission, and for our mental health it's evidently an added bonus.
Today is one of those day, we just came back earlier from an important mission in Siberia, where a Hydra base was found collecting pieces of alien technology to make weapons of mass destructions out of it. Again !! It was a tough mission but we made it successfully. As we came earlier that means we have more time off duty. Each member have their own way of relaxing after a mission. First of all, we all take a shower and refresh ourself (washing all the dirt, the blood and sweat sticking to our skin to erase the smell of death), then we have to write the mission's report (this way we won't have to do it later), finally we usually hang out together in the living room. The day after we often disperse ourself. Clint and Natasha go to the farm for some familly time as well as Sam and Bucky who go to Louisiana to see Sara and her sons (Bucky internally hopes Sara and him could be a thing in the near future). Wanda and Vision spend time together visiting cities near. Bruce takes advantage of his free time to go watch seminaries about science and societal problems. Tony works in the lab as far as Pepper isn't here to dissuade him. Loki goes to see some art exhibitionniste and visits Museum. Thor stay at the tower since him and Jane are over. Just like Steve and I, we always try new recipes (that Thor will validate or not) after a mission.
Steve and I are huge food lovers. We try our hands on french food with dishes like le bĆuf bourguignon, la quiche Lorraine le pot au feu, la tartiflette and some french desserts too like le Mille Feuilles, le Paris-Brest, le baba au rhum... We also tries some Spanish, German and Italian foods. The fact is we both love to cook and to eat, but we also appreciate to discover new flavors, taste and recipe typical from certain country. That is why we enjoyed the asian food so much, it's totally different from the occidental countries. We already try to cook Japanese Gyoza, bo bun from Vietnam, Korean bibimbap, pad thaĂŻ from ThaĂŻland and Chow Mein from China. I am from the Philippines but I still never try and cook some traditionnal food from my homeland with Steve.
Cooking with Steve is our ritual, the best one that exist obviously. When we cook together, it is always calm and relaxing, we both take our time, we each help the other when one of us is in difficulty. Steve often makes me listen to old thirties and fourties musics which is incredibly calming.
This morning I woke up early to prepare the ingredients for our meals. Actually it's been a while since I wanted to cook this typical dish from my homeland. It's a special recipe that my maternal grand-mother would do to me when I was a little girl. I was eager to see the face of Steve when I'll suggest it. Right now he was doing his jogging like everyday so that left me some time to sort of all the food.
One hour later, I hear the elevator bell ring and see Steve coming out of it.
"Hi sweetheart, did you sleep well ?" He asks kissing me on the forehead.
"Like a baby, what about your running ?" I answered smiling genuinely back at him.
"It feels good actually, refreshing. Not a lot of people this early in the morning." He takes me in his arm, this time kissing me on the lips.
"You're all sweaty !" I say laughing while trying to get out of his grasp. "Go take a shower and then we can snuggle if you want."
"I know you love me, don't even try to resist my natural musk we both know you like it." He says with a wink and a huge grin adorning is baby face. He then looks at the ingredients on the kitchen table then at me : "What are we cooking this time ?"
"It's a traditionnal meal from my homeland, it's call a Sinigang na baboy. Basically it's a Filipino stew characterized by its sour and savory taste. It is most often associated with tamarind, although it can use different sour fruits or leaves as the souring agent. My grand-mother used to cook this meal to me everytime I came to see her...it's been a long time and I'm a bit nostalgic."
"I'd be honored if you'd teach me how to cook this familly recipe." He tells me while taking the side of my face with his big hands. "Plus, the way you describe it makes it seems incredibly delicious, I'm sure even Thor would say that and he's not particularly into sour food."
"Ok, then go shower and we'll start cooking right after."
After the shower Steve heads to the kitchen to cook with his best girl, Me. We always cook together during our time but today is a bit different. Indeed, this time it's a familly recipe so I'm a bit more demanding than usual, which apparently is kinda cute in a way. I'm giving him very specific advice about the best piece of pork, how to cut the veggies and so on for a better aspect in the plate. I also tell him about my grand-mother, some anecdotes about my time in the Philippines. Steve listens with attention but sometimes he just stops listening to look at me. The way I speaks with such knowing and passion about this is simply addictive (that's what he told me).
When we finish and are proud of ourself, we call Thor for his judgement.
"What do you say the name of this meal is Lady y/n ?"
"Sinigang na baboy, it's Filipino. Now taste it please." You answer with a smile.
"It's different...the first bite it's like a taste I don't really like, the sourness is really present but the other ingredients makes it bearable and the more I eat it and the more I love it. Which make this dish really excellent ! ANOTHER !!" He screams with enthusiasm.
"We're gonna let some for the other buddy." Steve tries to reason with the him without laughing at the pouting god.
"Next time we could do an other Filipino recipe, like some Adobo for instance."
"Lady y/n you too precious !" He exults. "What is it exactly this...Adobo ?
"Basically, Adobo is the immersion or raw food in a stock or sauce composed variously of paprika, oregano, salt, garlic, and vinegar to preserve and enhance its flavor."
"It looks strange but I'd like to try. May I ask if you could do something now, something sugary maybe ?"
Here goes the tooth rooting god.
"I suppose we can do some Halo-Halo, it's a supreme shaved ice dessert ; or we could do some Lengua de Gato which is our version of butter cookies. There are so much more dessert we can do I can't think of everything." You tell them rambling a bit at the end.
"That would be amazing my Lady, it seems perfect for my goddly appetite." He is grinning like a child on christmas, so adorable coming from this giant man. I look at Steve but he is already staring me in the eyes with such tenderness I thought for a seconde I would fall.
"Alright Gentlemen we got work to do." The rest of the day passes calmly without interuption except the ones from Thor himself who wanted to taste absolutely everything.
Besides this we spend an amazing free time day, with friends, lover, and of course with delicious food.
*This is the end my second fic, hope you enjoyed reading it*
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dumpling feeding your soulmate while he carries your baby in a wrap is officially a love language
Could I pls request either a Steve/Ransom x wife!reader where theyâre married and the reader is teaching one of the boys how to swaddle their baby?? đ„ș And he keeps messing up like leaving either leaving a leg or arm out or maybe like the blanket keeps unfolding? đ and maybe she rewards him with delicious warm dumplings?
dad!steve rogers x wife!reader (fluffy fluff!!)
author's note: ehehe i did steve bc i have another request in the works for ransom. i took some liberties but i hope u enjoyyy đđ they're at dimsum btw đ warnings: reader is asian/poc coded :)) no appearance descriptions
âNo, no honey. Thatâs not where your hand goes.âÂ
Itâs apparent his daughter takes after him because she just extends her squishy arm further out of her sling. âNo- donât.âÂ
The ladies across the shared table arenât even trying to hide their cooing anymore. Giggling and waving at his baby girl still rebelling.Â
âPlease.â
âShe can put her arm out, Stevie. It wonât hurt her.â Gently, you tug at the wrap to block out more of the light.
All around is porcelain clinking and multilingual chatter but she has her own natural lullaby, pumping effortlessly. steadily.Â
âHere, we came here to eat, remember?âÂ
Steve doesnât look away from the little head just under his chin. Not even when you poke his lips with a dumpling until he grumpily accepts.Â
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pairing: steve rogers x oc!reader
summary: if you are given a name, you would answer only to yourself.
warnings: alcohol consumption, guns, murder, dark and mature themes, 18+ MINORS DNI
word count: 2.2k
a/n: first chapter, here we go!! also, for any language other than english spoken in this, i used google translate! please message me or send in an ask if there are needed corrections! and this does not follow the exact plotline and timeline of the mcu!
the following work is my own writing. do not plagairise or copy and paste my works onto another platform. message me about credit.
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"online, ĐŒĐ°Đ»Đ”ĐœŃĐșĐžĐč."
little one. the darkness dissipated as her eyes slowly unveiled the deepest pools. the light was blinding, contracting her pupils before she could adjust. the man in front of her wore a white coat, with tweed pants and shiny polished shoes. on the chest of his coat was a circular, golden bin, carved with a small letter 'H'. suddenly, it was cold--her blood was chilling and she shivered from the ice in her bones, but why could she not react? why did she remain still in her chair, hands folded in her lap and back straight.
her left eyebrow arched, head cocking slightly to right. "who are you?" her mouth whispered. she doesn't remember ever learning vocabulary, but the words seemed to flow. "where...am i?"
the man looked down to the band of metal around his wrist and noted the time. "thank you for keeping calm," he nodded, lips slightly curving into a smile but it looked as if invisible fingers were forcing it. "my name is iosif pavlovna. i'm a friend," another forced smile. "can you guess where you are?" his accent was thick and hard to read through. there was a melodic beat while his thumb rhythmically tapped against his wooden clipboard.
she was silent and ignored his question. her eyes danced from the floor, to the wall, and back to the man's face. "iosif," she whispered almost inaudibly, letting the name play out on her lips. it slightly tickled when she spoke with a breathy voice. "what is my name?
a silent laugh erupted in the depth of his eyes as iosif stood from his metal chair, the clipboard still stiff in his hands. "no name," he shifted his weight on his left leg. "if you are given a name, you would answer only to yourself. and you, Đ·Đ°ŃĐžŃĐœĐžĐș," protector. "you were made to answer to others." the unanswered question that still lingered in the air was not forgotten but ignored as the subject changed. "but as a prize for doing so well, i have a treat." the smallest of smiles grew on her lips as she clasped her hands together on her chest. iosif looked to a small black camera that hung in the corner of the room. it whirred as it shifted to the right, capturing her in its frame.
it was the beginning of a series of tests that would take course over however long needed. her excitement calmed as the room suddenly took on a darkness, one that was impossible to see through. not a single morsel of light managed to peak its way inside, not even from the hallway when the door buzzed open. she could hear footsteps, heavy ones that sounded like clunking metal against concrete. whoever was there had been trained in agility and silence, for even their tiny inhales of breath were inaudible.
"ĐŒĐ°Đ»Đ”ĐœŃĐșĐžĐč, i'd like you to meet the soldier."
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brooklyn would always be the star of the country. it didn't matter of monuments stood in other cities, if celebrities lived in others, this place would always be aurora's home. it was hard for her to feel small. she was well-known throughout the underground community of secret trading and experiments--she was a revolutionary step in the world of engineering and artificial intelligence. bystanders strolling past her on the street, taking no notice to her presence, didn't even know it, but she was a walking database. she had traveled to every nook ion the planet, seen even the smallest towns, the most deserted civilizations. but something about new york always drove her back.
polished black heels clicked against the sidewalk. there was a cheeriness to her step, evident in the way she held her chin up. she was dressed in the most expensive fabric and looked incredibly out of place in this part of the city. however, confused stares and arched eyebrows did not dull her light and she continued her fast-paced stroll down the road to wear a flight of stairs dug underneath the ground. they led to a matte black door with flakes of paint chipping off of its wood. there were no windows, no secret entrances, nothing to show the lights that were on inside. it appeared as an abandoned basement and that was exactly how they intended on keeping it.
her gloves that covered delicate fingers knocked against the door. when she pulled her hand away, a chip of wood and paint snagged a thread from the satin that hung loosely and depressingly. with a frustrated sigh, she ripped it off of her limb and shoved it into the pocket of her jacket. her ears caught sound of muffled footsteps behind the barrier before they halted. she imagined whoever was there had their eye pressed against the tiny peephole. a lock unlatched with a click, followed by a questionable grunt and a long, ear-splitting beep as the door slowly opened.
"can i help you?" a shriveled, gravelly voice questioned her. the voice belonged to a old, white-haired man that went up to her nose with big dirty green eyes, and it was dripping with a sneering sense of disrespect. she saw it in his eyes too. he took one good look at the clothes on her body before muttering a, "i don't know what you think you're-"
"mr. arbatram, that's enough," this voice spoke from the back of the building. it was deep and rusty, and just hearing it made her insides curl with disgust. she gave the old man a tight-lipped smile and brushed past him, making sure to let the mud on her heels trail on the floor. when the door was slammed shut, followed by muttered curses, she entered a room that was dimly lit and found her spirits lifted.
a jazz club. a light saxophone played through a speaker system. at least twelve circular tables were scattered over the room, each one adorned with a small oil candle in the middle. on the walls were countless framed photos of musicians and artists. they looked indescribably beautiful--each one was a precious moment in which they were so deep in doing what they loved. she wished for that.
"Đ·Đ°ŃĐžŃĐœĐžĐș," the voice spoke again, hidden by a newspaper that crinkled with every turn of its page. defender. only one table in the front was taken. in a chair sat an auburn-haired man, clad in a pearl-ish grey suit. he flipped the newspaper closed and threw onto the table. its headline read "PRIVATE HYDRA DATABASE RAIDED BY CAPTAIN AMERICA" and below it was a black and white photograph of the one and only. "they didn't manage to steal much. if he wasn't admired by every person in the world, i'd have steve rogers shot in his sleep. he's a pain in the ass, you know?"
she took her seat beside him and hummed a laugh. "he gets the job done," a waiter set down a thick glass next to her arm. it was filled halfway with ice drenched in an amber liquid but she wouldn't touch it. "pierce, i'm not sure why i'm here."
just then, a woman in a skin tight black dress that shimmered underneath the spotlight walked onto the stage-like platform in front of them. it was almost impossible to notice, but a fat bead of sweat traveled from her forehead, down her temple and cheek, and to her chin. she looked to alexander pierce and cowered. it was then that aurora noticed a brawny man standing behind the curtains, a long handgun in his palm. on the barrel was a long, cylinder silencer.
alexander clapped his hands together before taking a long draw of whatever drink he'd ordered before aurora had made her appearance. "i think i'd like to hear some nina," he smiled at the woman, but it was passive and threatening. "i don't need the whole band. just the piano's fine." the woman nodded as her body began to convulse with every step towards the grand piano on stage. she took her seat and began to play the familiar intro. "oh, sinnerman," pierce began to sing under his breath, closing his eyes as if drifting into another world.
aurora rolled hers and took her turn with her drink, downing the whole glass and raising her hand for another. "where's the soldier?"
his eyes remained closed and he hummed, "siberia."
the music seemed to increase in volume when she jumped from her seat, knocking the glass onto the floor. it shattered and spread across the ground, waking pierce from his haunting trance. "what?" she snapped, causing the women at the piano to strike a wrong chord. she looked to pierce with fear-stricken eyes like he held her life in his hands...
"it's alright, jasmine, just..." pierce sighed and tiredly rubbed his fingers over his eyes. "keep playing." he turned to aurora and adamantly motioned for her to take her seat. she did so with a puff of air. "we wiped him two weeks back. one of the worst ones we've done."
"why?" aurora gritted through her teeth; it was hardly a question.
in pierce's chest sat a heart. it functioned perfectly fine, pumping blood and oxygen through his body. it kept him alive and well and he didn't need much more of from it. which is why deep inside, it was moldy and black with carelessness and ignorance. "he hasn't seen you in 20 years. and when he woke," he paused, chewing the inside of his cheek. "he asked for you."
she grunted out a blunt laugh as another offensive chord rang through the club. "i'm flattered." as the woman played, it was clear this wasn't a talent. this was truly who she was. but her eyes would crawl over to the silenced gun less than five feet away from her, and her fingers would tremble over the keys as if someone was violently shaking her shoulders. deep in aurora's heart, whether it was real or not, she had a soft spot for the soldier. she had protected him and cared for him for what seemed like a lifetime, but never did he remember her. "one day, his hair will turn white and his skin will wrinkle," she spoke bitterly, not fond of the memory that rang through her head. "what will you do then?"
her smirk did not falter him. instead, he leaned forward, elbows on his knees. "we'll use you." pierce spoke threateningly, because as much as aurora wanted to deny it, one day it would become true. the soldier would pass on, a monumental name in HYDRA history, there was no doubt. and she would be morphed into him. "for almost 55 years, you've achieved great things that no man ever could. not even the soldier. you're a revolution waiting to happen. all it takes is time." he stands from his seat and strolls to the stage, hands stuffed in the pockets of his pants. aurora's expression remains still. "unfortunately, time seems to be running out.
"the world is begging to be saved. i can see it, and so can you," his hand twists under the wooden platform and pulls a 466 viking from a hidden slot. a split second later, he pulls the trigger directed at jasmine's temple. the bullet pierces her skull, blowing through the inside and out the other end. the curtain behind her is sprayed with a crimson blood and her black, shimmering dress is stained dramatically as if this were a movie scene. when her body crumpled, aurora felt something like pity inside of her. she knew how a shot like that felt, only she would wake up from it with a raging headache. "that's why this mission is yours."
a guard behind her pathetically throws a stiff black, card stock folder on the table. her fingers delicately flipped it open. "what am i supposed to do with this?" she pursed her lips as the metallic stench of blood wove its way in the air. the first page, crisp and white and newly printed, read in big bold letters,
STEVEN G. ROGERS
his picture was poorly-taken. it had been quick and for identification purposes only, but just at the bottom where it cut off she could see the straining emblem of red, white, and blue. it seemed that he hadn't gotten the message of what year it really was. his hair was neatly combed to the side with a sticky gel and aurora's memory flashed back to her early years. the photograph below it was slightly newer and his hair was shorter. his face seemed deeper and the patriotic costume was now darker and sleeker.
"captain rogers is a threat to our program and what it stands for," there's a few drops of blood on the pristine white collar of his shirt and pierce tries his best to wipe them off, but it only smudges the red staining further into the fabric. "he's a national hero. i told you, the world loves him. he can't just disappear. it has to be slow and progressive."
she slaps the folder shut and pushes it to the edge of the table where the guard retrieves it, sliding it into a thin briefcase. "i still don't understand how this is on me."
"because, Đ·Đ°ŃĐžŃĐœĐžĐș," he leans forward and it's sickening. his lips are dripping with power and control. he has the advantage here and he knows it. a wrong move and he could shut her down--this time, it would be permanently. "steve rogers needs someone to love."
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ghost!steve rogers x asian!reader
ââ· summary â the lost ghost of captain steve rogers lingers around your home. ever so lonely, he takes solace in you â the new object of his obsession.
ââ· warnings â 18+ only â minors dni. dark themes. mentions of war, violence, and death. exophilia (you're literally fucking a ghost so). smut; somonophilia, fingering, penetrative sex, slight dubcon.
You thought you found paradise in your vintage Brooklyn home.
It seemingly landed on your lap out of the blue. You had spent month after month apartment hunting. The housing market was in absolute shambles and with seemingly every person in the entirety of New York looking for a new place to live, only those that could afford to outbid other buyers were coveted with a new humble abode. Each rejection chipped away a small piece of your optimism. You were just about to give up and tough it out for another year in your miserable, rickety apartment until you found it â your hidden gem. Your quaint little slice of heaven.
The listing was almost too good to be true. You thought long and hard before calling the complex and scheduling a viewing, fearing that you were going to be scammed or even worse, lured into a murder plot like the movies. But things only got better from there. The apartment was in perfect condition, fully functional, and absolutely charming. Touches of the 40âs when the building was originally built remained, giving the place character and charisma that your current home didnât possess. There were no caveats either; no noisy neighbors, no leaky faucet or damaged utilities, not even chipped paint or stained carpet. You snatched up the place immediately, giddy and surging with hope at the new phase of life you had entered.
âIâm surprised no one has occupied this place sooner,â You admit. âA place like this with so much history at this price? In this market right now? This is a miracle!â
The realtor chuckled, shuffling through a folder of documents.
âWhen people hear of vintage they imagine everything they touch falling apart and not the fact that they could possibly live in the same space a World War II soldier lived in.â
You sighed dreamily at the new piece of information, another piece of character added to your new home. You were filled with nothing but pure happiness as you signed your new lease, the pair of eyes glaring holes into your back going completely unnoticed.
As soon as you got the keys to your new place, you wasted no time settling in. Immediately, you lit your favorite candle and decided to fully bask in the ambiance by playing oldies from the â40s. You flittered around the place to the melodious Doris Day track, singing along quietly to yourself. Peace and tranquility settled over you like a blanket and soon you found your body swaying along to the rhythm, wandering through your home aimlessly as you admired your progress. The sensation of watchful eyes caused goosebumps to rise on your skin. Exhaling, you shook your head in disbelief, chucking up the feeling to new-home jitters. Just like that, your nervousness dissipated as quickly as it appeared.
âThe place just needs to be lived in a little,â You thought to yourself. âThatâs all.â
Steve Rogers never had much in his life.
He had lost his father to the first war to a mustard gas attack. The memories he had of the man were sparse and foggy, merely stories his mother had told him to keep his memory alive. As a sickly child, Steve never had many friends either. Or any for the matter. But he had Bucky and his dear mother - a hard working nurse who poured every inch of her heart and soul into her son - and Bucky and his mother were always enough. The times where the very little amount of money they owed had to be stretched, the love Bucky and his mother never grew short. When Sarah Rogers tragically passed away, Steve had his first of many run ins with loss. The hole in his stomach would remain as he followed in his late fatherâs footsteps and joined the war, learning how to familiarize a small part of his soul dying with every life lost on the battlefield.
And then he lost Bucky. Right before him, his best friend â his brother â fell to his death from where they both previously stood on a train.
It was all over for Steve Rogers after that.
Shortly after, the war was over and they had won. But at what price? Steve, a man who welcomed loss like an old friend, had found himself completely and utterly empty. Void of all life and willingness to live. He had nothing now. While his troops celebrated, settling down with beautiful dames and starting families, their captain who had seemingly fallen off the face of the earth had never left their mind. Meanwhile, Captain Rogers had sought out comfort through vices. Spirits were the only thing that numbed the pain. His days were simple: wake up, drink, shout, cry, drink, shout some more, and then drink until he passed out and woke up the next morning only to repeat it all over again.
But one day, the captain never woke up and loss had welcomed him one last time into his forever home; the afterlife.
For decades, the lost soldier was left to wander through the same confinements of the very apartment he had grown up in. Left all by himself to replay all of the memories that had manifested themselves into the walls; both good and bad. Steve hated it. There was nothing he wanted more than to be reunited with Bucky and his mother in whatever realm they resided in. Why him? Why was he abandoned once more? As time went on, anger and resentment consumed the captain. He screamed and screamed until the taste of iron flooded his mouth only he couldnât bleed. He was dead. He lashed out on house workers that came in to renovate the home â his home â and watched with sullen eyes as they removed remnants of his childhood. They painted over the pencil markings on the frame of the door where his mother would measure his and Buckyâs heights. Tore out the carpet spotted with various shades of paint from the times Steveâs art sessions got a bit messy. His home was no longer a home. All of the nostalgia and magic that made it his was gone. And yet, he still remained. Unable to crossover no matter how hard he tried. From then on, he lived his days the same. Sleep, wake, wander, sleep, then wake again.
And then there was you.
The prettiest thing he had ever seen since his days touring with USO girls in tiny skirts, kitten heels, and perfect curls. Even then, those women dimmed in comparison to you. You were a ray of sunshine and for the first time in years, Steve felt happy. While you chopped up some vegetables for dinner, Steve simply admired you, leaning against the kitchen entrance with a lazy smile on his face. He found himself doing that quite often. Especially when you were asleep and he had uninterrupted access to you. Any chance that you were too occupied to pay attention to your surroundings, Steve allowed himself to get a better look at you up close. Reaching out his hand, he grazed the apple of your cheek ever so gently. All he could think about was how unmatched your beauty was. You flinched at the sudden cold sensation on one side of your face. Instinctively, you rubbed your cheek before resuming your task. But as a faint deep chuckle filled your ears, preparing dinner was the very last thing on your mind.
Your entire body froze.
There was no one in your apartment aside from you. There was also no possible way someone else was in here. And even then, the laugh was right in your ear, taunting you. For what could have been a few seconds to a few hours, you stood there in the middle of your kitchen unmoving, attempting to reason with what had just happened. Eventually, you decided it was time for bed. You were overworked and in a new home. You were probably just delirious and unfamiliar with the normal creaks of the vintage home.
That night you laid your head on your pillow unknowing of the chain of events that take place next and how they would change your life forever.
Even odder occurrences began to take place in your home. Ones that you couldnât make excuses for. Freezing cold grazes on your cheek became normal. You felt as if someone was watching you at all hours of the day and eventually surrendered to that feeling. Missing items began to appear seemingly out of nowhere. On cold nights you woke up warm, bundled up in a second blanket that you hadnât even brought to bed the night prior.
And that chuckle.
You heard it all the time. Sometimes it sounded mischievous. But most of the time, it sounded sweet. You even found yourself smiling at it, anticipating hearing it at least once every single day. All of the superstitious stories you had been told by your family growing up crossed your mind at least a dozen times on a daily basis since you had started noticing the oddities occurring in your home. The crystals and bundle of sage that sat disregarded in one of your drawers weighed heavily on your mind. Whatever was intruding upon your space could be gone with a simple cleansing of sage. But for some reason, you couldnât bring yourself to do it. Some part of you â some sick part â enjoyed the company of whatever lurked around.
At that point, you had decided that you were going stir crazy. Cabin fever had been getting to the best of you and you desperately needed fresh air. On a whim, you decided to have a girlsâ night with the woman next door who you had befriended. While you ran the shower and waited for the water to get hot, you laid out a chic outfit before mumbling a quiet âfuck itâ and paired it with a lacy bra and matching panties. Whether you were getting laid tonight or not, you were going to look good anyways. Stripping free from the confinements of your clothes haphazardly as you walked towards the bathroom, you paid no attention to the invisible force picking up your clothes after you and placing them in your hamper.
Wasting no effort, you pampered yourself to the nines, even busting out your favorite body scrub and shower oil. By the time you were done, you felt completely refreshed and ready to conquer the world. Humming along to the music playing through your phone speakers, you applied your makeup delicately and styled your hair to perfection. Walking over to your bed where your clothes for the night sat, your eyebrows immediately furrowed upon noticing that your panties were missing from the pile. Frowning, you pulled on the remaining articles of clothing before making your way to your dresser to fish out a different pair of panties before a lightbulb went off in your head. You shut the drawer with a tiny, wicked smile on your face. You had always wanted to wear a dress without panties on, why not now?
As you gathered your coat, keys, and purse, Steve stared at you with a slack jaw completely awed by your behavior. With the small lace of your undergarments bunched up tightly in his fist, he began to count down the seconds until you arrived home.
Hours later, Steve heard the familiar jingling of keys and turning of locks. His unbeaten heart soared when the door opened and your pretty little face peeked through. His joy didnât last long though as he noticed someone behind you.
A man.
A man that wasnât him whose arms clung on to you too tightly. Whose lips were on your skin for far too long. Who made you laugh and sigh blissfully when only he was allowed to make you feel that way. Steve shook with anger as the two sauntered to your bedroom, watching with his teeth clenched as the man tossed you on your bed before crawling on top of you and continuing to assault your mouth. The man trailed his kisses to your neck, causing you to grip his shoulders tighter as breathless moans left your mouth.
You were entirely lost in the moment, basking in Jakeâs undivided attention. But when your eyes opened for a split second, you felt your blood run cold. There looming over your bed staring daggers into your soul was a man clad in what looked like a 40âs army suit. His ocean blue eyes were fixated on you, filled with rage and jealousy. You took note of the tension in his square jaw. Whoever this man was didnât matter to you, all that mattered was the obvious rage brewing in his soul. And yet, through all of the scariness, you couldnât help but notice how handsome he was. His golden locks were neatly coiffed, not a single strand out of place. His uniform was pressed perfectly despite how old it looked. The pins that adorned the lapels of his suit jacket were spotless, shimmering in the low lights. Despite his thick brows being drawn down over his eyes in a grimace, they didnât obscure you from admiring how stunning they were. The soldier shook his head at you disappointedly then, disappeared before your very eyes.
Without a second thought, you instinctively leaped away from Jakeâs touch.
âHey,â He spoke softly, taking his hand in yours. âWhatâs the matter?â
Still in shock and unable to find the correct words to use, you simply shook your head and shut your eyes tightly.
That canât be real. No way was that real.
âIâm sorry,â You sputtered out.
âDonât apologize, we donât have to do anything youâre not comfortable with.â Jake soothed, rubbing circles on the back of your hand with his thumb sweetly.
âIâm just soââ You began only for your shock to take over once more.
âYou have a lot going on right now, babe. New apartment, new location, settling in â it takes a toll on you. I understand that.â
Smiling appreciatively at your long time friend, you pecked his cheek chastely.
âThank you. Sorry, I donât know whatâs gotten into me.â You excused, clearing your throat nervously. âYouâre the best, Jensen.â
âThat I am.â
With a warm smile, Jake got up from your bed and began to lace on his sneakers.
âWhere are you going?â You quickly blurted out in a panic, not knowing whether or not you wanted to be alone in your home after what you just witnessed.
âRelax,â Jake chuckled, placing his glasses back on before caressing your face. âIâm not leaving because Iâm upset you didnât put out. I just know you need to be alone right now to, you know, finally breathe.â
Figuring it would be better for Jake to be away from the angered spirit in your house, you accepted his departure.
Slipping on his jacket, he left one final kiss on your forehead before leaving your room.
âMake sure you lock the door, babe.â
As Jake exited your front door, he didnât miss the way it swung shut forcefully, nearly knocking him on his feet. Thinking it was you slamming it shut from the other side, he dismissed it.
âThe fuck!â He hissed to himself. âWhy do I always go after the feisty ones.â
Little did he know he had been cast out by something much greater.
You couldnât move from your bed. Your muscles were practically paralyzed with fear. It killed you not knowing whether or not the soldier was still standing right over you watching your body shake with trepidation. There were only two things you were entirely sure of and that was that you had seen a ghost. First, a ghost haunted your apartment. From his uniform, it was safe to assume that he was a soldier in the â40s who possibly died in combat. Second, you needed more answers. Swallowing your fear, you leaped up from your bed and into your closet, pulling on comfy clothes for the long night you had ahead of you. Stuffing your laptop and chargers into your purse, you ran out the door and caught the train to your local 24-hour library.
For hours upon hours, you delved deep into the history of your vintage Brooklyn home. It was a frustrating process at first. You encountered so many deadends that you almost considered giving up, going home, and letting a ghost live in your home rent free.
Then you stumbled upon a name; Steven Grant Rogers.
That name unlocked every piece of information you needed.
The apartment that you currently resided in was the very apartment he was raised in. His mother, Sarah Rogers, died in said home in her own bed after battling tuberculosis. Shortly after, Steven â who everyone called Steve â joined the army alongside his best friend James Buchanan âBuckyâ Barnes. He became a captain, a highly respected one at that. You found numerous newspaper articles of his comrades praising him. Not just for being a good soldier, but a good man in and out of the battlefield. A photo of him dressed simply in a pair of khakiâs and a white t-shirt with no shoes saving a child from a Nazi confirmed their sentiments. When the war was over, Steve had seemingly dropped off the face of the planet. While other soldiers celebrated, their captain was nowhere to be found. Six months later, Steve was found dead in his apartment. Coroners stated that the golden boy had basically drank himself to death, seeking comfort in alcohol in an attempt to cope with the loss of his best friend to war.
He died right in your apartment.
According to records, he was unmarried and single when he died. He had no kids, no family, he died alone in the world he dedicated his entire being to saving. Admittedly, you shed a couple of tears imagining how he must have felt. How he must feel currently wandering the Earth alone. Youâd gotten your answers. Now it was time to face the music.
It was approximately two in the morning when you got back home. Steve was unworried, already knowing what you were out doing. His girl was too smart for her own good. You were calm as you navigated through your nighttime routine. The total opposite of how you were when you initially left earlier, but that relieved Steve. He didnât want you to be afraid of him. Only others should be. But never you. He watched you lay down and settle in bed just as he had done every single night since you had moved in, waiting for you to fall asleep so he could tuck you in and admire you. He was shocked when you began to speak to him.
âHi Steve,â You spoke tiredly, hesitation lacing your voice. âIf I can call you that.â
Steve stood still in his tracks, staring at you with disbelief. You were the first person to acknowledge him in decades.
âIâm sorry you were alone for so long. Youâre a good man. You deserved better than what this world gave you.â
As you continued to speak to him until you fell asleep, tears welled up in his eyes. His love for you only grew, manifesting deeper into his soul and intertwining with yours. You were meant to be â you and him. You were his and he was yours.
Overwhelmed with the need to be close to you, Steve slipped off his boots and slowly slid into bed beside you. Apprehensively, he reached out to gently grasp your waist, pulling your body against his. Burying his face in the side of your neck, he nudged it with his nose before nuzzling it into your hair and inhaling your scent. His arms wound tighter around you before his hands began to wander, first caressing at your soft thighs before slipping his hands under your shirt and grasping your bare breasts. Completely frenzied, Steveâs hips began to undulate. His hardening member ground against your backseat. A small whine left your lips as you subconsciously sunk back into Steveâs body. He growled lowly, cupping your bare mound under your sleep shirt. His fingers lightly grazed your folds before sliding over your damp slit. Using your arousal, he began to massage your clit in slow circles. Another whine left your lips, this one more wanton than before. He growled against the skin of your neck, sliding his middle finger into you experimentally. Steve moaned as your velvety walls clung to his finger, sliding his ring finger alongside it. Curling them upward, he made sure to hit the spongy patch that would send your body into overdrive. Your body jerked in his arms before a wave of your nectar covered his digits. Cautiously, he removed them from you then brought them to his mouth. Steveâs eyes rolled to the back of his head as the taste of you overtook his taste buds. Hastily, he undid his belt, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his stiff member. Hiking up your shirt and repositioning your hips, he teased your entrance with the head of his cock before sinking into your heat. Sounds of pleasure fell from his parted rosy lips as his body absorbed your warmth. He grunted primally, thrusting in and out of you languidly.
His noises and movements roused you out of your slumber. Eyes shooting wide open, you gasped loudly at the sensations your body was feeling and pure shock. Sensing that youâve woken up, Steve grasps your face in his hand and turns it so that youâre facing each other.
âSweet girl,â He coos, his thrusts gaining in strength and speed.
You clutched his arm tightly, whimpers spilling from your lips as the captain, somehow someway, fucked you thoroughly.
âYou were made for me, you know that?â Steve panted against your lips. âI have waited so, so long just for you.â
Steve closed the space between the two of you and pressed your mouths together, meshing his lips over yours sensually.
âHow are youâ You gasped, a loud moan cutting your inquiry short.
Steve laughed breathlessly as you stared into his eyes in awe, amazed that he, a ghost, was able to even touch you.
âI told you, sweetheart. We were made for each other.â
âPlease!â You pleaded, each thrust bringing you closer and closer to your peak.
âI got you, honey. I got you,â Steve praised. âLet go for me baby, you can do it.â
His encouragement was enough to send you completely over the edge and to the deep end. Your back arched, nails digging into the flesh of Steveâs arm as you writhed with pleasure. He reached his high shortly after with a loud moan. You shuddered as he filled you with rope after rope of his seed. The two of you lay in each otherâs embrace as you caught your breath. Once the veil of your pleasure driven haze was lifted, the gravity of what you had just done hit you like a bus.
You had slept with a ghost. One that was irrevocably and manically in love with you.
And by doing that, you had sealed your fate. Steve wasnât letting you go.
Feeling your body go tense, Steve knew what you were thinking. He chuckled darkly before caging you in his embrace.
âI canât wait to spend the rest of our lives together, sweet girl.â
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Bangles and Bordeaux
Bucky x south Asian readerÂ
A/N: Image is mine. Contemplated on leaving this piece in the drafts because its self indulgent but I hope you enjoy it. Not too many details about the reader but reader wears a sari/saree. You can skip past this if its not your thing but I hope you enjoy immersing yourself in something a little different! Please reblog, comment and like! <3Â
Warnings: Fluff! Word count: 4.4k
You tossed the file on the table groaning at your latest mission assignment. The issue wasnât the mission itself; all you had to do was gather some details on a possible international weapons supplier, observe their deal with the buyer and report back. The location wasnât far either, though Tony insisted on splurging on a luxury hotel for you and your partner to stay in, hoping itâd convince you to go. Partner. There was the problem.
You stomach churned as you fiddled with the pen in your hands wondering how youâd manage to get through an entire night with Bucky Barnes by your side. You had a hopeless crush on him, all your futile attempts to move on had crashed and burned. Your dating life had taken a dive; it felt impossible to give anyone a chance when your heart was elsewhere. It didnât help that whenever you spoke to him, you became a shy, blushing mess. Itâs not even like you were his type, you definitely didnât look like the girls that snuck out of his room early in the morning.
âHonestly, do I have to go? Ugh, I donât really own any gowns, how is this going to workâ You looked at the dress code for the night, clearly stating you had to be in formal attire. Youâd only recently started going on missions that required more than a tactical suit. Your closet desperately needed an upgrade with a few more outfit choices. You tried to give Tony your best pout but it went nowhere.
âThereâs going to be people from everywhere, you wonât stand out if youâre not in a gown specifically y/nâ
âBut- Tony cut you off before you could finish, uninterested in any excuse you could think of.
âLook, just pack whatever formal wear you have and youâll be fine, your cover as a couple is more importantâ
âWhy canât Nat or Wanda goâ You huffed, you already didnât know how to act when you passed Bucky in the kitchen, now you had to pretend to be married to him?!
âNat is away in Bucharest, Wanda is in Sokovia and somehow I donât think capsicle and bird brain would make a convincing couple, besides I need them here for something elseâ Tony rolled his eyes, at Samâs fake offence, watching him gasp and grab his chest.
âI beg to differ; Steve and I would make a great coupleâ Sam grabbed Steveâs face in his hand, smushing it against his cheek, âSee? Couple goals right hereâ
Steve shook his head, snorting âYeah, Iâm sure Nat and Wanda would be ecstatic for us to start dating behind their backsâ
âGood Godâ Tony smacked Sam upside the head before continuing, âMoving on, that leaves you and tin man, y/nâ
You let your forehead smack against the table, staying there until you heard the sound of heavy footsteps down the hall. You sat up wide eyed as Bucky entered the room, plopping down on the seat beside you to look over the assignment.
âAll we have to do is watch them and report back? We both have to go?â Bucky quirked an eyebrow, confused over why this mission was even necessary and why it required two people to act like a couple. Specifically why he had to act like a couple with you; he already didnât know how to act around you. Every time you smiled, Bucky felt his insides melt and he didnât know what to do with himself. Sure, he was a ladiesâ man years ago, but things were different now. He stayed away from dating altogether, dabbling in the occasional meaningless hook up hoping itâd distract him from his feelings for you. It did not. Â
âItâs for one day Buck, you guys will be fineâ Steve smiled reassuringly, smirking on the inside watching his friend fidget with the papers while sitting beside you.
âI guessâŠâ Bucky looked over at your wide eyed face, giving you a tight lipped smile before looking back at the file. âUh, married?â
âYup, go in, gather some info, send it back. We canât do much until we build a better profile on the supplier, I donât need another Mandarin incidentâ Tony shook his head, recalling the witch hunt they went on with minimal information, guns a blazing, only to discover Trevor Slattery cowering in a makeup room.
âGo and get your stuff ready, you guys leave in an hour!â Tony sauntered out of the door with Steve and Sam, leaving you and Bucky behind.
âUh, I guess Iâll go packâ Bucky scratched the back of his head, glancing over at you as you picked at your chipped nail polish. Your face flushed as you nodded, getting up too quickly and stumbling onto Buckyâs lap. He caught you, your face inches from him, holding you for a moment, before letting you go.
âOh my God. Iâm so sorry, I should have looked at where I was goingâ You scrambled out of his lap, attempting to collect yourself, grabbing the file and shoving it under your arm, wishing the ground would swallow you whole.
âItâs okay dollâ Buckyâs cheeks turned red, the name slipping out on its own. âI mean y/n, itâs okay y/nâ. Why did he bother to correct himself, idiot.
âIâm going to- Iâm going to go get readyâ You dashed out, running to your room, why the hell did you have the social skills of a goat.
Bucky groaned to himself, he didnât have any issues charming women that he didnât care about but it was different with you. When it came to you, his tongue stopped working and he was as smooth as sandpaper. Â Pre serum Steve was better than this.
You shut the door, hitting your head on it a few times for good measure; there was no getting out of it now. You didnât have any gowns; the only formal events you went to required traditional clothing and you didnât have time to go shopping now. You rummaged through your closet, shifting through your cupboard of saris, trying to find one that would work for the evening. You had a number of cotton, chiffon, georgette, pure silk and satin ones to choose from, settling on a stunning deep maroon number with the matching blouse. You grabbed a box, placing your gold bangles, a chain and earrings for the evening, along with your makeup, pins and bobby pins for your hair. You didnât have time to pleat the sari now, quickly folding it hoping the hotel would have an iron.
Bucky paced around his room, his suit already laid out, bag packed. He wasnât sure which idiot thought this would be a good idea, but there was no getting out of it now. He sat by the compound doors waiting for you, his breath hitching when he saw you padding down the stairs. You wore plain black leggings and an oversized sweater and somehow you were still the prettiest thing heâd ever seen. You smiled shyly at him, suddenly wondering how youâd be getting to the hotel.
âHow are we getti-
âHere Frozone, donât crash itâ Tony tossed his Audi R8 keys to Bucky, having pulled the car to the front. Bucky stared wide eyed at Tony, not realizing heâd be driving with you by his side. Before you could say anything, Bucky took your bags, placing them in the back and opening your side of the door. You blushed, mumbling a quiet thank you before getting in.
Steve, Tony and Sam smirked peeking from the window watching you both leave the compound.
âSo, you think itâll work?â Â Steve quirked an eyebrow, wondering if his friend would catch on the actual mission you were both being sent on.
âTheyâve been tiptoeing around each other for months, blushing and smiling all the damn time, I feel like Iâm in a romcom with those two in the same room. Idiotsâ Sam shook his head, grinning as the car pulled away.
âFor an ex assassin, youâd think heâd be more trained in reading body language to know she has a huge crush on himâ Tony sighed to himself. âScary stealthy Winter Soldier my assâ
âWasnât he a ladiesâ man?â Sam didnât understand how Bucky had zero issues talking to women heâd never met before, only to fumble the second you were near him.
âHe was! He still is! Heâs justâŠapprehensiveâŠ?â Steve really wanted to defend his friend but he couldnât think of a valid excuse. You were kind and sweet; Bucky liked you just as much, you both just needed a littleâŠencouragement.
âHeâs apprehensive over a walking talking cotton ball?â
Steve and Sam stared at Tony. âCotton ball?â
âYeah, y/n, small, soft, non threatening, everything tin man shouldnât be so scared ofâ
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The car ride to the hotel was silent, aside from your raging heart beat you were sure Bucky could hear with his super soldier hearing. He did. What you didnât know was his heart was racing twice as fast, driving as carefully as he could with you by his side. You both checked in and made your way up to the suite, courtesy of Tony who was happy to get you one room.
Of course the room was beautiful. It had everything you needed and more. Â There was one thing though. You both stared at the very large comfy looking elephant in the room; a single king sized bed that sat in the middle of the huge space. It was easily big enough for the both of you to share but it still meant sleeping in the same bed. You set your bags down, deciding sleeping arrangements would have to wait with only an hour left till you both had to be ready. Lucky for you, the event you had to attend was in the grand hall of the hotel you were staying in.
âUh, I guess we should start getting readyâ, Bucky laid his suit out, looking over at you realizing you didnât bring a long garment bag like what Nat and Wanda usually had when they had to bring gowns to change into.
âWhereâs your dress doll?â There it was again. God he couldnât help it, doll suited you perfectly. You smiled at the name he had for you, your face heating up as he stripped his Henley off, putting on the crisp black shirt he laid out.
âOh, um, I didnât have a dress; I just brought what I hadâ
You set your bag on the bed, pulling out the neatly folded sari and blouse, popping open a few pins before you started pleating. Bucky watched you quizzically as you spread out the long fabric, picking up a corner and folding it. He adored the way your brows knitted together in concentration as you readjusted the sari pleats to make sure they aligned perfectly. You started pinning the perfect folds, standing in front of the mirror to make it fell over your shoulder and below the back of your knee. Your eyes met with his in the mirrors reflection as he watched you with heart eyes but you figured he was waiting for you to move.
âSorry Bucky, itâll just take me a few extra minutes to get ready, Iâm almost done with this, and you can use the mirror soonâ
âNo, no, donât apologize doll, I justâŠI havenât seen that beforeâ Bucky smiled at you softly. He was still new to the modern world; he didnât get to see or experience different cultures when he was younger and it wasnât a privilege he had when he was the winter soldier. He rarely had time to learn and experience new things aside from his time in Wakanda.
You blushed, placing your outfit on the bed and getting your jewelry for the night, heating up the iron to run over your pleats before draping the sari.
Bucky slipped into the bathroom to finish getting ready, deciding to keep the light stubble that covered his cheeks instead of shaving it. He grinned to himself remembering a conversation he overheard where you told Wanda his scruffy face was the sexiest thing youâd ever seen. He was ready within minutes, hearing the very loud gasp you let out as he walked over to where you were doing your makeup.
âYou look so ho- I mean really sex-âŠvery handsome. You look very handsomeâ Wow y/n. So smooth.
You felt like you lost 3 years of your life mustering the courage to say that; this man in an all black suit was going to be the absolute death of you. Bucky blinked at you, his heart in his throat watching you as you sat at the vanity in a fluffy robe, a few rollers in your hair and your makeup mostly done. You were applying a tiny bit of gloss to your lips to complete your look; dark smoky eyes with lipstick that matched the sari. It complimented you skin tone beautifully.
âOh, th-thank you dollâ Buckyâs face flushed, as he gazed shyly at the ground. He would give anything to be like this with you every single day. The moment felt so intimate, your long black hair pinned in the rollers, getting ready together, watching you do your makeup while you sat in a comfy robe. Â Of course he had to muster the courage to talk to you properly first but a man can dream. You looked at the time, realizing the event would start soon but youâd still need a few minutes to finish getting dressed.
âIâm so sorry Bucky, Iâll be ready soon. You can get our names checked in for the guest list; I can meet you downstairs as soon as Iâm readyâ
Bucky nodded, though he was completely ready to skip the entire evening just to spend some time alone with you. He was starting to feel a little more at ease without Sam or Tony breathing down his back about having to put himself out there.
âTake your time doll, donât rush, Iâll see you downstairsâ He gave you a sweet smile before shutting the door, his body buzzing with anticipation over playing your husband for the night. Â
You hung the robe to the side, quickly hooking on your blouse and tying on your skirt. You stood in front of the mirror with the sari, tucking in the material, wrapping it around yourself and adjusting where you wanted it to fall behind you. The satin material easily fell into place as you pinned it on your shoulder. You tucked the front pleats in, placing a few pins in the front to keep the folds in place. You slipped on your bangles, earrings and necklace, doing a quick twirl in the mirror and fixing your hair before heading downstairs.
You fidgeted with your bangle in the elevator, butterflies erupting in the pit of your stomach as you got closer to the lobby. You were already nervous about having to pretend to be Buckyâs wife (you definitely dreamt about it), but you also worried youâd stand out. What if he felt uncomfortable around you, especially because you were dressed differently? The ding of the elevator doors opening broke you out of your thoughts because the train wreck could go any further.
Your eyes scanned the ball room that was buzzing with guests, searching for your pretend husband for the night. You plucked a glass of red wine from a waiter that passed by, hoping to ease some of your raging nerves. Your eyes locked with the most beautiful pair of blue eyes you always got lost in across the room, your heart racing, fuck how would you be able to focus on a mission.
Bucky stood by the bar, his jaw dropping as you walked in. He couldnât take his eyes off you. The beautiful satin material was perfectly draped around your body, accenting the curves heâd never seen before. His mouth hung open as you made your way towards him. Your long dark hair was pinned to the side, giving him a perfect view of your jaw. The gold jewelry you wore made your skin glow; your sultry makeup brought everything together perfectly. You looked like a goddess.
âHoly shitâŠâ
His breath hitched when your lips darted out, catching a drop of the dark red wine that stained your lips, he was screwed.
âYou lookâŠâ  He was utterly speechless, his mouth opening and closing, remembering you were now his wife for the night. He would have been just as speechless even if you really were married. Screw the mission, he had a new mission in mind; to make you his. At least, muster up the courage to ask you on a date.
Bucky placed his arm around you, his metal hand resting against your bare skin of your exposed waist making you shiver. He placed a gentle kiss on your jaw, pulling you closer to him.
âMy wife is the most beautiful person in this room without a doubtâ
Your face heated up, leaning into him, standing on your tippy toes to press a soft kiss on his cheek. The scent of his cologne made your heart flutter; you wanted to burry your face in his chest and breathe him in all night.
âCould say the same about you, you look so handsome babyâ Your hand caressed the scruff on his cheek; Bucky leaned into your touch, blushing.
âShall we go sit?â His hand found yours, making your way through the crowd, a number of eyes falling on the both of you. You tensed for a moment, relaxing when you felt his lips press a soft kiss against the back of your head, his hand wrapping protectively around your waist.
âI told you, you look gorgeous. Everyoneâs eyes are on you babydollâ
âOr theyâre on you; Iâve always loved how you looked in all black with some stubbleâ
Bucky grinned, pleased with his choice to not shave for the night. You giggled, finding an empty table near the back of the hall which also gave you a good vantage point to see everyone.
You spotted your target at one of the tables not too far from you; a middle aged man with curly greying hair and a beard. Ulysses Klaue. He sat surrounded by a few of his men, taking a long swing from his glass before getting up and making his way over to a different table.
âAll we have to do is sit here and watch what he does?â Bucky still couldnât get over the fact that youâd both been sent over to essentially people watch. Tony could have bugged the place and watched from the compound if he really wanted to but at this point he wasnât complaining.
âMhm, thatâs what the file saidâ You took another sip of your wine, the Merlot easing some of your nerves. You both sat in comfortable silence watching Klaue though he actually hadnât done much aside from make an ass of himself, groping a woman as she walked by, earning a slap to the head. That didnât seem to bother him much either, grinning proudly as he attempted to paw at someone else.
âWhat the hell do we even write about this man, that he has a weakness for womenâ You huffed, freezing as the man locked eyes with you, licking his lips as he got out of his seat, stalking towards you. âShitâ
âQuite the exotic little piece of arm candy you got thereâ Klaue grinned at you, unbothered by Buckyâs death stare as his arm wrapped around you, pulling you flush against him. âNames Ulysses Klaueâ
He extended his hand towards you but Bucky shook it instead, his grip firmer than usual. Â
âTerrance OâConner. This is my wife, Avaâ You felt Buckyâs hand slip under the material of your sari, his fingers tracing soft circles onto your skin, relaxing you.
âWell arenât you a lucky man Mr. OâConnerâ Klaueâs eyes continued to wrack up and down your body, âGorgeous little thing dipped in gold and wrapped in satinâ Before he could continue, one of his men approached him, whispering in his ear. Klaue reluctantly backed away, whispering something to one of his men before exiting from a door near the bar.
âShould we follow them?â
Bucky shook his head, âTony said only document what he does here, and if we follow them then heâll get suspiciousâ
You nodded, noticing some of the tables had cleared as most people had began to make their way to the dance floor. The lights dimmed, couples joining together, swaying slowly to the music. You looked longingly at the happy couples, smiling as you imagined yourself with Bucky, unconsciously leaning into him.
âMay I have this dance?â
You sat up, unsure if you actually heard those words as Bucky stood up, extending his hand for you to take. You nodded, smiling shyly, letting him lead you to the middle of dance floor. He spun you, pulling you towards him, grinning as your arms slung around his shoulders, your head resting against his chest. You leaned into him as he put his arms around you, his lips brushing by your ear, as he whispered.
âYou really do look gorgeous y/nâ
âYou should see yourself, Mr. OâConnerâ you giggled, adoring the way Buckyâs nose scrunched, grinning down at you, his cheeks flushed as he held you close. You spent the rest of the night, wrapped in each other, swaying to the music, walking hand in hand back to your room as the evening came to an end.
Bucky sat on the bed with the laptop, typing out the mission report, documenting the sparse details they were able to gather for the night. He huffed in frustration, unable to stop sneaking glances at you while you started to unpin your sari in front of the large mirror. His mind wandered again, the way this moment felt intimate, like something heâd have if you were actually his. Watching you get dressed, watching you go through your night time routine, he wanted it all.
âBucky could youâŠplease?â You fumbled with the pins on the back of your blouse, struggling to take one that youâd placed on the back of your shoulder.
âOf courseâ Bucky got up, hesitating for a moment before slipping his fingers under the material, quickly undoing the pin, his hands lingering on your soft skin for a moment. Your eyes met in the mirror reflection; Bucky could feel the warmth radiating off you and hear the way your heart rate picked up.
âI-Iâm just going toâŠâ Buck nodded as you clutched the material to your chest to keep it from slipping, making your way to the bathroom to change. You removed your makeup and folded your clothes, slipping on an over sized t-shirt to sleep in.
Bucky sat at the edge of the bed, having changed into some sweats, finishing up the mission report. You nervously sat on the other side, carefully slipping under the covers, making sure there was space between you both.
âI can sleep on the floor doll, you can have the bedâ Bucky started to get up, until he felt your hand grab his wrist, stopping him.
âNo! StayâŠâ You looked at him with a soft smile, hoping he wouldnât feel uncomfortable, âI donât mind, reallyâ Bucky couldnât hide the shy smile that crept on his face as he closed the laptop, getting under the covers with you. You both laid in comfortable silence for a while, slowly adjusting yourselves to be more comfortable while inching closer to each other. You felt his hand brush against yours as you let you hand intertwine with his.
âI had a lot of fun tonightâŠwith youâ Youâre voice was hardly above a whisper and if it wasnât for his super soldier hearing, he would have missed it.
âMe too dollâ Bucky turned on his side to face you, now or never Barnes.
âY/n?â
âYeah?â
âUh, I was wondering if youâd want to actually go out sometime, maybe dinner, or coffee or um-
You cut off Buckyâs rambling, pressing your lips onto his. Bucky froze for a moment, smiling into the kiss, pulling you closer to him.
âIâll take that as a yes?â
You grinned, nodding as your forehead rested on his, melting into his embrace, the both of you falling asleep wrapped in each otherâs warmth.
You arrived at the compound, hand in hand, confused over the howling and whistles you heard as you entered the living room.
âPay up, I told you!â Tony had a shit eating grin plastered on his face as he saw your hand in Buckyâs.
Steve and Sam groaned, pulling out fifty dollars each, reluctantly handing it over.
âI told you it would workâ
âTold who what would work?â Bucky plopped down on the sofa, still holding your hand as you sat beside him, equally confused.
âThat this mission would bring you love birds togetherâ Sam grinned, adding air quotes around the word mission.
âWhy are you saying mission like thatâ Your eyes narrowed as you looked at the 3 men across from you giggling together like school children.
âCâmon, you didnât pick up on the real reason we sent you two away when I could have just bugged the place for infoâ Tony smirked, extremely proud of himself. âWhich I already did by the wayâ
âThen why the hell did-â Bucky shook his head, utterly confused âBy the way, the target didnât do a damn thing other than paw at people all night before getting called awayâ Bucky scoffed, secretly relieved he didnât actually have to do much because he was able to give you all his attention.
âYou can thank me for that; we managed to get him out and away from you guys. You both looked so cozy, we decided to intervene. Didnât want him to ruin the real reason we sent you both out for the nightâ
âWere you watching the entire time?!â You sat up, scoffing while Tony sat back with a smug expression his face.
âLook, you both needed a push to actually talk to each other; we figured a night together wouldnât be a bad idea. Playing husband and wife meant you had to actually get close to each otherâ Steve explained, making his way out of the living room, signaling for the other two to follow. âWeâll leave you two alone nowâ
Sam snorted, wiggling his eyebrows as you hid your face in Buckyâs arm, unable to hide the blush that spread across your cheeks.
âI canât believe they did thatâ Your voice was muffled as you continued to hide in Buckyâs arm, feeling his cool hand pull your face close to his, pecking a sweet kiss on your lips.
âWas worth it, my stunning satin wrapped dollâ
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