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insidekatmind · 6 days ago

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Distraction-Brock Rumlow

Your breathing is calm, but your heart beats a little faster than usual. You're used to these missions, living on the edge, but there's something about this situation that feels off. Maybe it's the plan. Or maybe it's the fact that Steve asked you to distract Brock Rumlow, the most unsettling agent you've ever met.

"Y/N, I need you to cover for me. I have to talk to Pierce, and we can't afford for Rumlow to get in the way. You're the only one who can pull this off," Steve said to you, his tone serious but his gaze full of trust.

"Do you have any idea how obsessed he is with me?" you replied, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Exactly why I asked for your help. I need time, and you're the only one who can keep him busy," he replied, a faintly apologetic smile on his lips.

You sighed, knowing you couldn't say no. Steve is your best friend, and you trust him more than anyone else.

Now, here you are, in the hallway of the S.H.I.E.L.D. base, and Brock Rumlow is standing in front of you. He's staring at you with that look that always makes you want to roll your eyes.

"Rumlow," you say with a forced smile, "can I talk to you in private?"

He raises an eyebrow, but a smug grin quickly spreads across his face. "Sure, Y/N. Where do you want to go?"

"Your office. It's important." Your voice is steady, but your stomach churns at the thought of what you're about to do.

He leads you to his office, closing the door behind him. You sit in the chair across from his desk, trying to appear relaxed, but you know you need to keep him occupied for as long as possible.

"So, what did you want to talk about?" he asks, leaning forward with a smile that makes you want to punch him.

You improvise. "I was thinking... have you ever considered stepping out of your comfort zone? You know, doing something different with your life?"

He chuckles, a low, amused sound. "And what do you have in mind, Y/N?"

"Well," you begin, careful not to let your nerves show, "you're always so... intense. Maybe you should try relaxing, having some fun. You know, not everything has to be about work and missions."

Rumlow looks at you, visibly intrigued. "Interesting. And how do you think I should do that?"

You drag the conversation out as long as possible, talking about improbable hobbies, movies he's never seen, and even suggesting a yoga class, all while your mind stays focused on Steve. How much more time does he need?

Meanwhile, Rumlow seems to be enjoying himself. It's obvious he's too distracted by you to worry about anything else happening elsewhere.

While you continue babbling, Rumlow approaches you like a predator and caresses your cheek, smiling at you. You go abruptly silent when you feel his touch on your cheek. His hand is warm and surprisingly gentle, but his gaze is as intense as ever. "You know," he says, his voice low and playful, "you're quite entertaining when you're not arguing with me." He moves closer to you, his body only inches from yours.

You look at Brock in surprise. "Oh, really?" You whisper, hoping Steve would finish quickly. He grins, seemingly amused by your reaction. His gaze travels from your eyes down to your lips, and then back up.

"Oh, yes." He responds, lifting your chin gently. "You get all flustered, trying to prove a point, and your cheeks flush." His fingers trace your jawline, his touch feather-like. You're hyper-aware of his proximity, and you remind yourself to stay calm, to keep stalling.

"It's kind of adorable," he continues, his voice a soft rumble. "And you have my undivided attention, darling." He leans in even closer, his face just a breath away from yours. His smile is still present, but there's something different in his eyes:a hunger, a desire. Your heart quickens, and you remind yourself once more that you're doing this for Steve. Keep him busy just a little longer.

Smile. “Does the great Brock find me adorable?” you ask getting flirty, you were trying to give Steve as much time as possible. He chuckles, clearly enjoying your change of tone. "Adorable and infuriatingly cheeky," he replies, a hint of amusement in his smirk.

He's so close now, his body almost touching yours. His hand is still on your chin, his thumb brushing lightly against your jawline. "You've got quite the mouth on you," he adds, "and right now, I'm rather curious about what other uses you might have for it."

You held back so hard not to slap him and you fake a smile by biting your lip. His gaze darkens as he notices your lip between your teeth, and he moves even closer, his body pressing against yours. "Careful, darling," he says, his voice low and dangerous. "You keep biting your lip like that, and I might get a few ideas of my own." His eyes roam your face, taking in every detail, and you can't help but fidget under his intense scrutiny.

His lips hover just above yours, so close that you can feel his hot breath on your skin. "You're so tense," he observes, his body almost trapping you against the chair. "What's the matter, Y/N? Is something bothering you?" His hand slides down from your jaw to your throat, his touch both tender and possessive at the same time.

You gulp involuntarily, the feel of his hand on your throat making your heart pound faster. "No, I'm fine," you manage to say, your voice not nearly as steady as you'd like. He raises an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. "Are you sure?" he purrs, his thumb tracing a slow, lazy circle on your pulse point. "Because you're shaking."

His words send a shiver through you, and he must feel the effect they have on you, because his grip on your neck tightens ever so slightly. "And you're breathing pretty hard," he points out, his gaze locked onto yours. He presses his body against yours, his other hand gripping the armrest of the chair, effectively trapping you in his embrace.

His face is just inches from yours, his eyes a deep, dark pool of hunger. "You're usually so feisty, so strong," he murmurs, his voice a rough whisper. "But right now, you're at my mercy, all flustered and trembling." His hand at your throat moves up to cup your chin again, his thumb tracing your bottom lip. "I could do anything I want with you like this, darling."

You stopped yourself from slapping again and smiled at him placing your hands on his shoulders moving them sensually. "And do you mind this?" you whisper seductively. His expression darkens with raw lust, and he grips your thigh with his free hand. "No, I don't mind this at all." His voice is low and dangerous, his gaze still locked on yours.

His body is pressed against you, his touch possessive and demanding. "In fact," he continues, pulling your leg up against him, "I like seeing you like this. All hot and bothered, trembling at my touch."

You caress his neck to distract yourself from laughing at his statement. Steve owed you a big favor, you thought. He lets out a low, rumbling sound at your touch, clearly enjoying the sensation. "That feels nice," he murmured, his eyes half-lidded.

He presses you even closer, his body molding against yours. "You know," he whispers, his breath hot against your ear, "I think I could get addicted to this." Brock slowly runs his fingers over your bare thigh, his touch light and teasing.

"Your skin feels so soft," he continues, his voice growing huskier. "So smooth and inviting." His hand inches higher, moving under your skirt, and his hips grind against yours. "I've been wanting to touch you for so long," he admits, his hand gripping your waist. "Feeling you shiver under my touch, seeing you all flushed and panting."

His lips find their way to your neck, his tongue flicking out to taste your pulse point. "You have no idea what you do to me," he whispers, his teeth grazing your skin. "No idea how badly I want to claim you." His hand beneath your skirt moves even higher, his touch burning through you. "I want to mark you, taste you, make you mine."

Close your eyes try to calm your heartbeat with little results. You hated to admit it but his words were turning you on. He chuckles, noticing your reaction. "Can't keep your cool, can you?" he teases, his hand now dangerously close to your center.

"You can't hide it, darling," he murmurs against your skin. "I can feel it, the way your heart is racing, the way you're reacting to my touch." He moves his lips to your ear, his voice a low rumble. "You like this, don't you? The feel of my hands on your body, the sound of my voice. You like being at my mercy." "But you won't give in," he continues, shifting so that his body is now fully flushed against yours. "You won't give me the satisfaction of admitting it, will you?" He nips at your earlobe, his teeth grazing your skin.

"But I know you want me." He whispers, his hand continuing its slow exploration. "You can try to deny it all you want, but I know you're just begging for it right now." He moves his lips down your neck, nipping and biting at your skin, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. "You're so stubborn, darling," he says, his voice a rough purr. "So determined to resist."

Brock shifts his body, positioning himself between your legs. "But it won't be long now. You're trembling, panting, and I can feel the heat coming off of you." He grips your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh, and he presses his body against yours, leaving no room for escape. "Just let go, darling," he whispers, his voice a low, sensual command. "Let me take you over the edge. Give yourself to me."

You gasp softly looking at him. His gaze captures yours, dark and possessive, and he smiles a slow, knowing smile. "There it is," he murmurs. "That gasp. That look in your eyes. That's what I wanted to see." He leans in, his face mere inches from yours. "Admit it, darling. You want me just as badly as I want you." He brushes a strand of hair away from your face, his touch gentle and almost tender. "You can fight it all you want," he continues, his voice a low rumble. "But at the end of the day, you're mine."

His hips grind against yours, his arousal pressing against you. "And I'm going to make you mine, darling. I'm going to make you beg for it." He's practically pinning you to the chair, his body pressed against yours, his hands everywhere. "I'm going to show you pleasure you've never even imagined before," he promises, his voice rough and sensual. "I'm going to make you scream my name, darling."

“Brock” you try to stop him but your tone wasn’t very confident, your mind was foggy. He growls, the sound low and possessive. "Say it again," he demands, his body pressing even harder against you. "Say my name again, darling."

You shiver at his command, your body responding to his touch in ways you can't control. "Brock," you repeat, your voice a hoarse whisper. He grins, clearly pleased with your response. "That's right," he says, his lips on your neck again. "I want to hear you say it, darling. I want to hear you begging for me."

He begins to kiss and nibble at your neck, leaving hot, wet trails on your skin. "No more fighting, no more resisting," he murmurs, his words sending a shiver down your spine. "Just give in, darling. Give in to me." You give in, moaning softly as you cling to him.

He growls again, the sound even more primal and possessive than before. "That's it, darling," he says, his hands roaming your body. "I want to hear those beautiful sounds coming from your lips." Brock lifts you up effortlessly, carrying you over to the nearby couch and laying you down on it, his body covering yours. "You're mine now," he whispers, gazing down at you hungrily. "All mine."

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lokiswifeduh · 9 months ago

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Don't leave me

Pairings- Mob!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Summary- The aftermath of the shootout was here. And Bucky has to come to terms with the results of the life he introduced you to, and what revenge he would ensue.

notes- this is a part two to Doll, please. I hope you guys enjoy the ending!! Please let me know your thoughts!! Thank you for reading loves!!

Warnings- angst, talk of guns, drugs, kidnapping, abuse, torture. major gore. sad Bucky, hurt reader, hurt/comfort, gunshot wounds, medical talk, revenge.

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"Doll, please."

I saw her look up at me with those doe eyes. Those big beautiful eyes painfully gazing into mine. I wanted to touch her. I wanted to turn her away from the bullets that were sure to fly our way, but I couldn't move my hands. In this moment I couldn't protect her.

I felt the sob rip from her throat. There were only ten seconds left.

"I vowed to stand by your side, Buck." She looked back to the ten guns pointed in mine and her direction. I could see a stray tear slip down her cheek as her hands shook, her nails digging into her palm as she tried her hardest to release my wrists from the painful wire digging into them.

Suddenly she dropped the knife, jumping into my lap. Her hands wrapped around my neck as her legs surrounded the back of the chair, encasing my upper body. "NO! Doll, please!!" I felt her hit the knife in my thigh with hers, but I ignored the pain focusing on what in the world she thought she was doing.

The men cocked their guns. But in that moment all I could think about was how to get her off of me. I needed her to run, to fight back to do something. Not to protect my body with hers. I couldn't let her.

"Doll!! Stop!! Get up!!" But my protests fell on deaf ears as she tucked my head into her chest, wrapping her arms tighter around my neck, not letting me move a muscle below her. She shook her head, my tears soaking her shirt, mixing with mine and her blood. "I won't let you die." She attempted to shout but at that moment her voice was the quietest I'd ever heard it.

I tried to whisper back when suddenly shots rang out through the warehouse. My head popped up, prepared to die with the love of my life. I wouldn't let her do it herself. I would not live without her. Not if I had a choice.

But in that split second, I realized the first bullets that went flying weren't from Rumlow's men, it was from Steve, Sam, and my men, shooting at the ones who threatened us.

"Doll, we're gonna be oka-" But my words were cut short as two bullets flew into her. She screamed. Her vocal cords grinding together in the most painful way I'd ever heard. I felt my heart rip in two as her body shook against mine, arching her back as if that would stop the pain.

But she kept her head down, arms shaking yet still holding onto me. I would have cut my hands off if I had the strength to rip through the restraints. A sob tore from my throat, "Don't do this to me."

She finally lifted her head, my beautiful wife looking at me with such care and tenderness. As if she hadn't just been shot twice, and wasn't using all of her strength to hold onto me for dear life.

A small drop of blood trickled down the side of her mouth as her teeth were painted red. "I love you, James Barnes." She cupped my face in her hands, tucking me back into her chest as her grip seemed to loosen, "Till forever and always."

The words we both said to each other on our wedding day. "Doll, please." Her hold on me finally failed as she fell, but thankfully into the arms of Steve, before her head would've slammed into the concrete.

My second in command looked at both of us. Tortured and bloody. I held in my tears as I looked at Sam, leading a pair of medics through the door.

"Rumlow will pay." The wire from my wrists was snapped in half thanks to Peter, a new, very terrified recruit. I shot down immediately onto my knees, holding her head in my hands as the paramedics loaded my wife onto the stretcher. "Don't leave me."

I made eye contact with Steve, "I will have him and that traitor's head."

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You lay in the hospital bed, your whole body practically wrapped in soft white bandages.

You could feel the pressure of something on your thigh as you tried to open your eyes. It wasn't working. Why couldn't you just open them?!

Try something else, you thought.

You moved your hands, the feeling of someone else's palm in yours made your heart start to race. You could remember little parts over the last three days.

Bucky was kidnapped.

Steve was put in charge.

You were kidnapped.

Natasha was working with Rumlow.

The torture.

The pain.

Your husband's face as you used yourself as a human shield.

Being shot.

Suddenly you heard screaming and saw bright lights. A heart monitor was beeping louder and faster at each passing second.

Realizing the screaming was in fact your own, you started to breathe harder. You finally could open your eyes!

Your surroundings were blurry at first. There was a familiar figure in front of you. Sounds were muffled but began to come back into focus.

"Doll?! Sweetheart, you're okay."

You shook your head, looking around in panic before realizing you were in fact back at home, in your bed. Bucky beside you. Your husband, holding your face in his hands.

"B-Bucky?" Your voice was raspy and your throat felt like sandpaper, rubbing together from underuse.

Involuntarily you started to cough, holding a hand up to your throat which only caused more pain in your back to bloom. "Ah," You groaned, swallowing before resting your head back on the pillow.

You felt Bucky's hands leave your body, but only for a second as he held a straw to your lips. "It's just water doll. I need you to drink this for me." You nodded, feeling a pounding in your head as you sucked down the refreshing liquid. The coolness soothing your throat like rain in the desert.

"Good girl." Bucky gave you a soft smile, taking the straw away from your mouth as you finished the water.

Closing your eyes for a moment, you regained your vision, looking around.

Monitors, medical equipment, and an abundance of flowers and cards filled your and Bucky's bedroom. Light shone through the window as you squinted, shooting over to look at Bucky who just gazed down at you worryingly.

You looked him over, seeing the cuts and bruises that adorned his face. His lip was split in multiple places. His thigh was wrapped in gauze and his wrists were bandaged. Looking down, so were yours. Actually, it seemed your entire body was.

"Are yo-," You swallowed, "Are you okay?"

Bucky took a moment before letting out a laugh. "You're asking me if I'm okay, doll?" You nodded, confused.

"Sweetheart you're the one who's been unconscious for three weeks and has two bullet wounds."

You twisted your hips a little, feeling the agonizing, shooting pain of the very real bullet wounds. Groaning, you whispered, "So that definitely happened, good to know."

Bucky ran his hand down the side of your face, sitting in the chair that was placed beside your shared bed. "I'm the one who's supposed to protect you, doll." You gulped, "I- I couldn't let you die, James."

Bucky closed his eyes, laying his head down on your thigh as he gripped your hand in his. "I would've rather die than see you in this state, sweetheart."

You lifted your other hand, running it through his untamed hair. "Don't say that, Buck." But his head lifted, making you notice his bloodshot eyes and the way tears streamed down his face in harsh lines. "I won't live without you, doll." He shook his head, a tear dripping onto the hospital blanket "I would rather die a thousand times over and over in the same painful way than see you in such agony, my love."

You held back tears, closing your eyes as you tried to steady your breath. "I couldn't- no. I wouldn't let you die like that, Buck." You looked at him once again, "Not at the hands of Rumlow. Not because of me." "This wasn't because of you, doll-" "But it was!" You shouted, making you cough slightly, not used to using your voice for this long yet. "Rumlow took you because he wanted to hurt us- because he wanted me." You cupped Bucky's jaw in your hand, "Because I chose you." Bucky gulped, "I've never been so scared." You softly laughed, thinking of all the shootouts, drug deals, and interrogations Bucky went through on a day-to-day basis.

But he shook his head, hearing your chuckle. "Seeing him hurt you and torture you the way he did." Bucky's eyes went dark, "I've never wanted to hurt someone so bad just to ensure you made it out of there safely." You tried to speak up but Bucky kept going. "And look at you now. You're laying here, with two gunshot wounds, fingernails ripped apart, and a busted-up face."

Tilting your head, you looked at the mirror that stood in front of your and Bucky's bed; genuinely taking in your appearance. You in fact did have a busted-in face. Your lip was split. Your eyebrow was stitched as well as your nose. You had bruises covering every inch of your skin and your hair was in the worst shape you had ever seen.

Gulping, you looked away from the mirror, making Bucky take your chin in his hands, guiding you to look him in the eyes. "But you're still the prettiest doll I've ever seen." He moved, bringing his lips to yours in a soft yet long-awaited kiss. "My best girl."

It hurt to smile but you did, bringing your hand to his face, gently rubbing over the matching bruises that mirrored yours. "I love you, James."

"I love you, doll."

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The next few days were agonizing.

You could finally stand up on the third day. But not without terrible pain shooting in every nerve ending of your body.

Bucky helped you with everything. From showering to cleaning your wounds. He was quite the nurse when it came to you.

But unfortunately about a week after you woke up, the violence hadn't ended. There were still some loose ends to tie up.

Slowly walking down the stairs and into one of the main rooms, everyone's attention went to your hobbling frame. "Doll?" Bucky sped over, Steve immediately pulling up a chair so you could take a seat.

As you sat down you noticed a large bruise on Steve's jaw. You knew Bucky would eventually be mad at him for not properly making sure you stayed out of the mess and violence of it all. But you were hoping it would've been a stern lecture, not a punch.

"What are you doing out of bed?" Bucky whispered. The room stayed completely silent as Steve, Sam, and the rest of Bucky's men kept their backs turned, giving you two some privacy.

"I know you're planning to retaliate against, Rumlow."

Bucky nodded, taking your face in his hands as you fidgeted with the string of your sweatpants. Well, Bucky's sweatpants.

"I don't want you involved again, doll." He glanced back at Steve for a moment, "Not after what happened."

You shook your head, "I need him to pay for this, Buck." Your body shook with anger, "I want his fucking blood." Bucky was slightly startled, never seeing this much hatred in your eyes. You were always his sweet wife. You made the men cookies, and you organized charity events for the homeless shelter down the street.

Sure, you knew how to use a gun and fight if you had to. But seeing this much agonizing resentment on your face, scared him. But he knew you wouldn't let it go. He sure as hell wasn't.

So he let you know the plan, and what was going down.

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"Steve? We good?" Bucky touched the earpiece, hearing an affirmative. The mob had infiltrated Rumlow's mansion only one week later, killing every single man who stood in their way. Shoot on site. Was your husband's order as you and he waited to enter the mansion, making sure only Rumlow and Natasha were left.

Two of Bucky's men opened the doors to the mansion. The sight of the place made you cringe slightly. Soldiers were dead on the ground everywhere. Blood painted the floors and staircases like a stain.

"Top floor, back left bedroom."

You heard Steve's voice echo through the earpiece as you and Bucky made your way up.

His hand never left the small of your back, making sure you were covered at all angles with men following behind and in front of you, rifles pinned for every aspect of an attack.

"You alright, doll?" Bucky whispered, his hand on the door that would lead you to Rumlow. You nodded, ignoring the dull pain in your back. "I need this to be over with." Your husband kissed the crown of your head, nodding to his men as they busted down the door, guns held high.

But the sight in front of you made you smile.

Rumlow was beaten down, cowering in the corner of the room as Natasha stood in the corner, you could see the fear in her eyes. The same fear she caused you as she ripped your fingernails to pieces.

"Brock Rumlow," Bucky spoke in a deep voice, pulling on a pair of black gloves, before handing you a matching pair.

You slipped them on, hand placed on the knife that was strapped onto your thigh, just above the black jeans you had on.

Steve and Sam patted Bucky on the back, looking toward you with respect. "Have fun, you two." The blonde spoke, before exiting and closing the doors behind them.

"P-please, Barnes." Rumlow pleaded, "Have mercy."

Bucky was about to laugh before Natasha beat him to it. "Oh, please. You two really think he was the mastermind behind all this?" You looked over at the redhead in the corner, your former friend.

"If he's not, does that mean you are?" Your voice carried through the room, a newfound confidence making you raise your head high.

Natasha grinned, "And here I thought you never would've survived." You tilted your head, "Two bullet shots and I'm walking four weeks later." You pulled the gun from your other holster, "I can't say the same for you after this." You pointed it right at her forehead.

"Come here," Bucky moved forward, knowing you had Natasha pinned with the intent to shoot; dragging Rumlow up as two of his men held him on his knees.

"Nat, please. Do something." Rumlow begged, making you let out a laugh under your breath. "Do you think she's really in the position to?" You saw her move forward slightly, making you cock your gun, "One more step and I blow your fucking brains all over these white sheets."

Bucky grinned, loving this color on you.

"You really thought you could take my girl from me?" Your husband kneels in front of Brock, pulling out a knife from his belt. "What did you call her after breaking her nose? Oh, that's right, a 'lovely specimen."

Bucky's smirk dropped, nodding at the two men holding Brock down as they forced his mouth open. Brock shouted and yelled as Bucky gripped the end of his tongue, pulling it from his mouth and slicing it clean off from the base with his knife.

Brock wailed and cried as another soldier brought over a jar filled with a yellow liquid, opening the top so Bucky could drop the tongue in. He closed the lid, holding it up high as he watched Brock's mouth fill with blood. "What a lovely specimen."

"You two are fucking sick." Natasha, sneered, making you grip the knife from your own holster, throwing it and landing it right in her hand that was held in the air. She screamed, falling to the ground and back up until her back hit the wall.

You kneeled down, gun still pointed in her face, "Talk again and next time your tongue will join his in the jar." Your former friend gulped, nodding as you smirked.

Bucky gripped the front of Brock's shirt, making his back touch Bucky's chest as he held a knife to his throat. "Anything you wanna say before I kill you in front of your girlfriend, Rumlow?"

You laughed, slightly, making Bucky huff in humor. "Oh, that's right. You can't" He whispered the last part before slicing a clean and deep cut across his neck, blood pouring out as he collapsed to the ground, whimpering and sputtering in pain as he bled out, his eyes on you in fear as he eventually stopped moving.

Natasha looked back at you, still clutching her bleeding hand into her chest. You kneeled down, "Why, Natasha?" She shook with terror, hardly being able to force the words out. "Why did he have to pick you?!"

Your brows furrowed in confusion, "What?" Natasha scoffed, looking over at your husband, then back to you.

"Before you came along I thought he could love me. But then you showed up, taking all Bucky's attention. I never stood a fucking chance." You laughed, sighing before standing and walking over to Bucky, placing a hand on the back of his head before smashing your lips against his in a heated kiss. He groaned, biting your lip and making you moan into his mouth.

You chuckled, still holding the back of his head in your hand. You lifted your arm, perfect aim.

"No, Natasha. You never stood a fucking chance." One, two, then three shots rang out through the room as you planted two bullets in Natasha's head, and one in the chest.

Dropping the gun, you saw her body slump to the ground. Dead.

Bucky turned you away from the scene, bringing your face into his hands as both of you had unshed tears in your eyes. "It's over, doll."

You nodded, holding onto his hands as they held your face. "Can we go home, Buck?" He nodded, bringing your face into his chest as he walked you back through the house and into the car. "We're going home, doll. I'm never leaving you."

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saiyanprincessswanie · 1 month ago

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SaiyanPrincessSwanie Reading List Week 231 & 232

A/N: Happy New Year! Here is the first reading list of 2025.

Thank you again to those who recommended fanfics or tagged me. 💜 This week had me reading 25 fics. Absolutely amazing fanfics here. This has been so much fun for me and I hope you enjoy my reading lists.

As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal-boosting them. The author is listed next to the title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community. 💜💜

Click HERE to see what I will or won’t read. This is very important.

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Please make sure you’re reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.

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Where do we go from here - (Ari x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie

We're Gonna Burn (Part 3) - (Bucky x Reader) - @tuiccim

Lumberjack Tales - The Hairy Bear (3) - (Ari x Reader) - @holylulusworld

A Little Comfort - (Bucky x Reader) - @tuiccim

The Imperfect Couple - 10 - (Bucky x Reader) - @deliciousangelfestival

The Imperfect Couple - 11 - (Bucky x Reader) - @deliciousangelfestival

Take a Chance of Me - (Skinny!Steve Rogers) - @caplanbuckybarnes

Mortifying Monday Thought! - (Steve x Reader) - @mercurial-chuckles

Wibbly-Wobbly Wednesday Thought - (Bucky x Reader x Steve) - @mercurial-chuckles

Found - (Brock x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

The first time he saw her - (Brock x OFC) - @nekoannie-chan

Lost In You - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Acting Out - (Ari x Reader) - @labella420

Hold You Tight: Part 12 - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Hold You Tight: Part 13 - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

let's not - (Mickey Henry x Reader) - @nickfowlerrr

Smutty Shorts-Thanksgiving Edition - (Ransom x Kitten) - @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Smutty Shorts-Thanksgiving Edition - (Curtis x Honey) - @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

It's Cold Outside - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Mercy 4 - (Multiple Characters x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

Home Sweet Home - Chp 9 - (Brock/ OFC) - @talia-rumlow

Morning Wood - (Steve x Reader) - @angrythingstarlight

Perfect Christmas Tree - (Bucky x Reader) - @buck-star

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literaryavenger · 1 year ago

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Captain America: The Winter Soldier

Summary: You're part of the Strike team and join Captain America as he tries to live his new life in the 21st century. [Reader is NOT Hydra]

Pairing: platonic!Steve Rogers x F!Reader, platonic!Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader

Warnings: Language. Rumlow being a dick. Mentions of death. My poor attempts at being funny. Idk, everything else in the movie?

Word Count: 2.7K

A/N: Happy New Year! This the first chapter in a new series I'm starting! I'm not sure how long it's gonna be yet, but I know it's gonna be longer than Broken. These series is about an alternate universe where the reader exists and lives through the events that happen in the MCU. A lot of the details will be changed to insert the reader, a lot of the lines said by other characters will be changed to be the reader's and I've also made up a lot of things and scenes and added them, trying my best not to change the official timeline and the main events. I hope you enjoy this and all chapters to come!

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“You heard the boss, newbie, text Romanoff and tell her to pick up Rogers.” Rumlow taps his knuckles twice on the table for emphasis before getting up and exiting the conference room.

You make sure he doesn't miss the way you roll your eyes at the now old nickname before writing ‘New mission, need you at the jet in one hour. Asshole wants you to pick up the old man in spandex’ on your phone and sending the message to Natasha, then you get up and make your way out of the room.

“Armory.” you say as you enter the elevator.

“Confirmed.” the elevator voice says as the doors start closing.

You suit up for the mission just assigned by Pierce and go to the jet to start doing the checkups you know the rest of the idiots on the STRIKE team won’t even think about doing.

After making sure everything’s ready and in order, you can do nothing more than wait for everybody else.

Natasha and Steve get there exactly an hour after your text.

“Right on time.” you point out.

“It wasn’t a coincidence, YLN.” Natasha smirks, making you laugh.

“Cap.” you greet him with a smile that he returns. “Y/N.”

The rest of the team meets you a few minutes after. “Ready for take off.” Rumlow says to the pilot and the jet takes off.

Once you get close to the target Rumlow starts briefing Steve and Nat. “The target is a mobile satellite launch platform: The Lemurian Star. They were sending up their last payload when pirates took them, 93 minutes ago.”

“Any demands?” Steve asks.

“A billion and a half.” Rumlow answers.

“Why so steep?” Steve questions frowning.

“Because it’s Shield’s.” you answer promptly, ignoring the scowl on Rumlow’s face that disappears almost immediately.

“So it’s not off-course,” Steve says, understanding flashing in his eyes as he glares at Natasha “it’s trespassing.”

“I’m sure they have a good reason.” Natasha offers.

“You know, I’m getting a little tired of being Fury’s janitor.”-Steve seems really annoyed now.

“Relax, it’s not that complicated.” Natasha simply says.

“How many pirates?” Steve’s attention is back on the screen.

“Twenty-five, top mercs, led by this guy. Georges Batroc.” Rumlow pulls up the photo of Batroc on the monitor and looks at you expectantly, making you roll your eyes.

Of course you’re the only one who actually looked through the files.

“Ex-DGSE, Action Division. He’s at the top of Interpol's Red Notice. Before the French demobilized him, he had thirty-six kill missions. The guy’s got a rep for maximum casualties.” you fill everybody in, although it was obvious most of the guys aren't listening. At least the Captain is.

“Hostages?” Steve questions you, but Rumlow cuts in.

“Mostly techs. One officer, Jasper Sitwell.” he shows his picture. You’ve seen Sitwell around headquarters, he seems pretty close with the STRIKE team. Not that you hang out much with them outside of mission, or at all for that matter. “They’re in the gallery.”

“What’s Sitwell doing on a launch ship?” Steve asks more to himself, and he has a point. “Alright, I’m gonna sweep the deck and find Batroc. Nat and Y/N, you’ll kill the engines and wait for instructions. Rumlow, you sweep aft, find the hostages, get them to the life-pots, get ‘em out. Let’s move.”

Yep, he’s definitely in Captain mode.

“Ay ay, Captain.” you salute with a smirk that mirrors Natasha’s while Steve gives you a fake annoyed look.

“STRIKE, you heard the Cap. Gear up.” Rumlow says but you’ve already started getting ready and stopped listening to him.

“Secure channel seven.” Steve says into his wrist communicator.

“Seven secure.” Natasha replies. “Did you do anything fun Saturday night?”

“Well, all the guys from my barbershop quartet are dead, so… No, not really.” Steve answers, making both you and Natasha laugh while the pilot lets you know that the drop zone is coming up.

“You know, if you ask Kristen out, from Statistics, she’d probably say yes.” you point out, exchanging a knowing glance with Natasha.

“That’s why I don’t ask.” he fires back

“Too shy or too scared?” Natasha pushes.

“Too busy!” He yells over the wind as the door opens and then he jumps.

You and Natasha both roll your eyes and look at each other smiling, not needing to talk to understand the other.

You barely register Rumlow and Rollins commenting on Steve jumping without a parachute before grabbing one for yourself and jumping alongside Nat.

You and Natasha have known each other for a while now, all the way back since she was first brought in by Clint.

You trained with both of them, went on countless missions together (yes, including Budapest) and you would’ve been right by their side in New York if you hadn't been on an important undercover mission and had strict orders directly from Fury not to blow your cover.

After that you got assigned to the STRIKE team by Alexander Pierce, though you still have no idea why. But orders are orders so you’ve been working with the idiots ever since.

But you and Natasha are thankfully still pretty close and your down time is spent mostly with her, sometimes also visiting Clint and his family at his farm.

Nat’s still annoyed at Clint about naming his only daughter after you, middle name but still, and not her. But to be fair, you have known Clint longer, a fact that always amuses both you and Clint to bring up.

You’ve just landed when you hear Rumlow saying “you seemed pretty helpless without me” to Steve.

“What about the nurse who lives across the hall from you?” Natasha says.

“Yeah, she seems nice.” you add.

“Secure the engines, then find me a date.” Steve says in his captain voice.

“We’re multitasking.” Nat tells him before turning to you. “you take port, I’ll take starboard and we’ll meet at the rendezvous point”

“Copy.” you say and make your way to the engine room on the right side of the ship. You start taking down guys and can hear Rumlow saying they’re ready in position.

Just as you finish with the last guy you hear Steve calling your name. “What’s your status?”

“Port engine room secure.” you answer.

“Good, make your way to help Rumlow with the hostages.”

“Roger that.” you can almost hear him groan in annoyance as you smile while following his orders.

“Natasha, what’s your status?” you can hear her grunt while she fights through the comms. “Status, Natasha?”

“Hang on!” She says as she keeps fighting. “Starboard engine room secure.”

You hear Steve countdown from three and then the team moving in on the targets, you get to the rendezvous point just in time to see Rumlow rounding the corner with the hostages on his tail.

“Hostages en route to extradition.” he says in his comms as you look around for Natasha.

“Romanoff missed the rendezvous point, Cap. Hostiles are still in play.” you let Steve know while helping take care of the hostages.

“Natasha, Batroc’s on the move. Circle back to Y/N and protect the hostages.” he receives no answer and at this point you get a little worried. “Natasha!”

You want to go looking for her but you know better than to leave your post, and you’re also very aware that Natasha can take care of herself.

So you keep protecting the hostages while listening intently to the comms where you can hear Steve fight, then you hear a voice you assume it’s Batroc’s talking French and are even more surprised to hear Steve answer back in French. Impressive.

You can hear him fighting again and then you finally hear Natasha’s voice but don’t pay too much attention to the conversation, bringing your entire focus on the hostages now that you know she’s okay.

You’re helping people into the life-pods when you hear an explosion go off somewhere on the boat. You don’t even realize you’re holding your breath until you hear Natasha’s voice again and let it go, feeling even more relieved after hearing Steve too.

The ride back is very uncomfortable as you help Natasha with the minor injuries from the explosion, Steve refusing help and insisting that he’s fine, and in the mood he’s in you’re certainly not about to argue.

As soon as the jet lands he stomps away angrily and you share a concerned look with Natasha, worried about what he’s gonna do next.

You help Nat to the medbay and leave her there when she assures you she’s okay and to not make a fuss over her.

So you make your way to the usual conference room for debriefing but when you get there Rumlow very smugly assures you that you’re not needed at this meeting.

You’re used to being left out of meetings with the STRIKE team and Pierce by now, since you’ve been forced to join you’ve been left out of more meetings that you’ve attended, but it still bothers you sometimes.

Still, at least you don’t have to spend too much time with those neanderthals. Not your circus, not your monkeys.

So you just make your way to the Armory to put away your gear and then the locker room to change and go home for what you think is gonna be the rest of the day.

A few hours later you find yourself in the hospital where the STRIKE team has been called in the middle of the night because, guess what? Someone tried to kill Director Fury. Or, as it turns out, succeeded.

You’re behind Steve, Natasha and Hill alongside Rumlow and Sitwell, watching Fury flatlining and the doctors calling it.

You want to go with Nat to see Fury, be there for her knowing she cared about him as much as you do, but obviously Rumlow has to be a dick and order you to stay put. And, whether you like it or not, he’s your boss.

He rudely interrupts Nat and Steve’s conversation telling him they need him back at headquarters and you can already tell something’s suddenly off.

As much as Rumlow can be an asshole, he’s never been openly rude towards Steve.

You can hear Sitwell in your earpiece telling the team to bring Rogers in for questioning as he and Rumlow get closer.

“STRIKE, move it out.” he orders but you don't start moving until Steve’s by your side, giving him what you hope is a reassuring smile.

When you get to the Triskelion Steve is taken to Pierce’s office and you get ordered to go to Forensics and check into the evidence found on the roof, then go to Operations Control and wait for there for further instructions, so you do.

When you get to the control room you see Sitwell concentrated on a particular screen so you get close trying not to get noticed and see Steve fighting STRIKE and SHIELD agents in the elevator.

You barely have time to understand what’s happening before he’s throwing himself off the elevator and lands on his shield near the entrance of the building. Thankfully Sitwell’s “Are you kidding me?” covered your quiet “holy shit.”

You’re in the room when Sitwell gives the orders to track down Rogers to all the Agents and when he’s done, you discreetly follow him and the rest of the STRIKE team out the room.

For a bunch of guys who work for a top secret organization they sure suck at knowing when they’re being followed.

No one talks until they get to a deserted corridor. “Pierce is going to kill us. Rogers has the flash drive and can use it to find Zola. You fucked up big time letting him go.” Sitwell sounds pissed.

“Take it easy, four eyes.” Rumlow sounds just as angry “You’re not the one that got punched by a supersoldier.”

They keep talking about the flash drive and Steve and Pierce and Zola. That name sounds familiar but you can’t remember for the life of you where you heard it from.

Then it hits you.

Zola was a former Hydra scientist from World War II, turned ally when the war ended. Thank god the Howling Commandos were hot so you actually paid attention during that particular history class.

You're about to turn away so you won’t risk getting caught eavesdropping when you hear your name being mentioned.

“Someone should keep an eye on her.” Sitwell says, making you worried of becoming the next Shield target, but Rumlow proceeds to ease your worries.

“That’s a waste of manpower. The whole reason she’s even on our team was so we could keep a closer eye on Rogers, but she just spends all her time with Romanoff.”

So that’s why Pierce assigned you to the STRIKE team.

Yeah, you’re closer to Steve than most people but it’s not like you’re best friends, you sometimes hang out outside of work but most of your interactions are mission related.

You decide you've heard enough to kind of put together what’s going on, but there’s not much you can do to help Steve yet, not knowing where he is. So you stick to following the STRIKE team, praying that your absence in the control room goes unnoticed.

STRIKE gets a hit on Steve’s location and you follow them in your car to a mall but think better than to follow them in, waiting patiently outside.

After a few minutes you see Steve and Natasha in their not so well thought out undercover outfits and, once again, the Captain surprises you by hot-wiring a car.

You follow them, more discreetly this time, knowing Natasha and Steve would be better at realizing they’re being followed.

You get to an old army camp in Wheaton, New Jersey and are about to follow them in and make yourself known to them, but before you can get out of your car you hear the plan the STRIKE team has through your comms.

The idiots never even thought about using a different channel. Of course Rumlow would underestimate you this much.

So you decide to drive deeper into the trees surrounding the camp to make sure you’re not visible and wait, knowing Steve and Natasha will need a fast getaway.

You can do nothing more than watch as a missile hits the bunker and the helicopters start coming. You want to go and help them, make sure they're okay, but you will yourself to stay put and not give away your position.

When you can faintly see Steve’s figure, almost running with what looks like Nat in his arms, you finally turn the car on and drive coming to a stop right in front of him and startling him to a stop on his tracks.

“Get in.” you urge him, and he seems wary of you, rightly so. “Come on, Cap, they can’t know I’m here!”

He seems to decide to risk trusting you and delicately sets an unconscious Nat down in the back seat before getting in the passenger’s seat.

As soon as his door is closed you drive away as fast as you can, heading back to Washington and you can feel Steve’s eyes on you.

“How do I know I can trust you?” he finally says after a minute of silence, his eyes never leaving you. “You’re part of them, after all.”

“I can see where you’re coming from, but trust me I’m not one of them.” You glance at him and you can tell that he’s not convinced yet, so you go on. “I didn’t even know who ‘them’ were before today. Apparently the reason Pierce assigned me to the STRIKE team was in hopes to get closer to you. He overestimated how close we actually are. If Natasha was awake right now she would tell you how much I hate working with those assholes… You can trust me.”

You take a look at the rearview mirror and see Natasha, but her relaxed face does nothing to ease your worries.

Steve seems to pick up on your concerns as his features soften and, ever the hopelessly optimistic, he chooses to believe you.

“Okay,” he says, “what do we do now?”

“We have to get you somewhere safe” you check your mirrors as much as you can, making sure you’re not being followed “I don’t know any safehouses outside of Shield's radar. We need a place we can go that they know nothing about.”

“I have an idea.” he says, you glance at him and see him already looking at you, so you nod.

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thehydraethereal · 15 days ago

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「THE APPENDAGE」 (ONGOING DARK SERIES) — MASTERLIST

"IT'S NOT AN ACT OF LOVE IF YOU MAKE HER,

YOU MAKE ME DO TOO MUCH LABOUR!"

— series warnings: This piece contains NONCON (rape); heavy violence; domestic violence; misogyny; implied murder; physical, mental and sexual abuse; forced marriage; gun violence; curse words; mental issues; depression; and other dark and triggering elements. MDNI, this is dark. You are responisble for your own media consumption.

— characters: reader (my original character); Rafe Cameron; Brock Rumlow; Tony Stark; Ward Cameron; James Buchanan Barnes; Natasha Romanoff; Pepper Potts; Wanda Maximoff; Carol Danvers and other possible appearences. The characters belong to Marvel and Outer Banks, not to me. (Marvel & Outer Banks AUs crossovers).

— note: This piece of writing is inspired by Paris Paloma's song 'Labour' and the characters, not the actual plot of the movies/series. This is barely proofread. I do not romanticize or encourage any of the following actions written here, this fic is neant to spread awareness and for other artistic and fictional purposes. Do not repost or translate it. It belongs to ©thehydraethereal 2025. Reblogs, asks and comments are always welcomed. Please, enjoy your reading, and support me by liking and reblogging.

⇀ PROLOGUE

⇀ FIRST CHAPTER

(...more to come, this series does not have a certain number of chapters, I will choose it based on how the fic is welcomed and perceived as. You may request ideas/ what you would like to see in the following parts) .

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justarandomreaderxoxo · 4 months ago

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Series Title: "Shadows of the Heart"

Summary: In the bustling underbelly of New York City, where shadows hold secrets and power dynamics shift like the tides, Y/N Fury stands at the intersection of loyalty and ambition. The adopted daughter of Nick Fury, Y/N is a brilliant strategist for the Avengers, a powerful crime syndicate formed by the original six superheroes (not really super in this AU) who navigate the complexities of organized crime.

Y/N discovers an unexpected spark of romance when she encounters Wanda Maximoff, a charming cafe owner oblivious to the crime-ridden world surrounding her. Drawn to Wanda’s warmth and beauty, Y/N finds herself caught between her dangerous life as an enforcer and the desire for a genuine connection. Each meeting with Wanda pulls Y/N deeper into a world of emotions she had long kept at bay, challenging her to reconsider her priorities and what it truly means to protect those she loves.

Starting from 28/10/2024

Chapters:

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thewritergremlin-rae · 6 months ago

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Requests are open!!

Send me an MCU character or pair x reader + a kink or trope and I’ll write a drabble

Tropes

Only one bed

Mythical Creature AU

Arranged marriage

Mutual Pining

Omegaverse

Mob AU

Snowed in

Soulmate AU

Drunken confessions

Fake dating

Kinks

Hand-jobs

Cock Warming

Spit-roasting

Face-Sitting

Double Penetration

Frottage

Fucking Machines

Overstimulation

Against a wall

Daddy Kink

Requests received under the cut

Tony Stark x F!PA!Reader + Mutual Pining + Against a wall

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Stephen Strange x reader + only one bed + fake dating and fucking machines + against a wall

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Wolverine x reader + frottage

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Brock Rumlow x fem!reader + soulmate au + face-sitting

Brock Rumlow x reader + Daddy kink

Steve Rogers x reader + soulmate au + handjobs

Clint Barton x fem reader + fake dating + cock warming or daddy kink

#bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #loki x reader #tony stark x reader #stephen strange x reader #brock rumlow x reader #thor x reader #clint barton x reader #mcu x reader #logan howlett x reader #natasha x reader #stucky x reader #wolverine x reader #doctor strange x reader #sam wilson x reader #x reader

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azulatodoryuga · 28 days ago

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HAIL HYDRA

Characters: Captain HYDRA & Brock Rumlow Warning: dark fic, homicide, smut. Dedicated to: @nekoannie-chan

HYDRA and S.H.I.E.L.D. had fallen, and the HYDRA leaders who managed to escape were few; some had been captured by S.H.I.E.L.D. or killed.

“I refuse to take orders from dogs,” the man spat, glaring hatefully at the three agents, especially Steve, who was supposed to protect him to meet Pierce.

“What a shame,” says Y/N. Brock shoots the one who was once his superior straight in the head. It's funny how not long ago we were following his orders, but everything changes,” says the mutant with no expression on her face.

“Now only Pierce is missing; the rest will be easy,” assures Steve.

“Are you sure Barnes gave you the right information?“ Brock asks.

While Steve assured him that the Winter Soldier was on their side, he didn't trust the Soldier's loyalty to them, as he was ultimately trained to obey at an extreme level.

“I told you, they'll be here tomorrow; they just won't be there,” Steve replies in annoyance, pointing to the corpse.

“As with the other idiot who was in my care...” answers the mutant, calling the attention of both men.

She extends her hand towards him, and the acid shoots out of her hand, completely disintegrating the corpse.

“But at least we'll do the part where we and some of HYDRA will be there,” she approaches Steve, holding his arm while leaning on it with a dazzling smile. “I trust you, so I'll trust Barnes' word as well,” Steve smiles with satisfaction.

“Let's go back to the hotel,” Brock suggests. Tomorrow night we'll finish with Pierce and start with everything.

“Very well,” the woman approaches Brock now, holds his chin, and gives him a quick kiss on the lips. I'm hungry.

Back at the hotel, Steve, Brock, and Y/N are in bed having dinner, but not exactly food.

The lewd noise that causes Steve's pelvis to collide with Y/N's floods the room along with the moans of Brock by the swinging of the mutant to lick and suck his member, releasing one or another grunt or moan.

It is amazing to both men the stamina of the woman, their woman. Regardless of the strong thrusts Steve gives her and how her small body (in comparison to her men's) trembles, she keeps doing an excellent job with Brock.

“Keep going,” Brock orders her, throwing his head back and letting out a loud grunt as he climaxes. Steve stops for a moment; the mutant slowly releases Brock's length from her mouth as she slowly spits out his semen, giving the black-haired man a shudder—the mutant smiles in satisfaction at his expression.

Steve grabs Y/N's wrists with a little roughness, placing them at Y/N's sides, lifting her a little without taking her knees off the bed. He begins to ram her with greater speed and depth than before, increasing the moans and grunts of both, but the Y/N's noises are uselessly silenced by Brock's lips that in turn caress the woman's cheek while the other one massages her clitoris.

She feels the knot in her stomach grow until she finally climaxes. Brock pulls away from her to let her breathe, but Steve keeps moving.

“Come on...” he begins to encourage between gasps and grunts. M-my... Cap-Captain “And with those words, Steve could have his orgasm, filling the inside of his partner.

“Rest a little bit, “Steve tells her while he releases her, letting Brock take her in his arms to lie down on the bed.

A few minutes have already passed, and the Y/N is lying in the middle of her two men, enjoying the caresses and cuddles they give her. But they are interrupted when Brock's cell phone starts to vibrate. Brock rushes to check his cell phone to be able to return to his kissing and caressing session; however, the news he received from his friend, without a doubt, is important.

“Jack and most of the team will arrive before Pierce tomorrow and the rest of the groups and teams together or after him.

“It couldn't be better; we'll soon have control of what's left of HYDRA and make it even bigger and stronger than it was.

“There's no doubt about it, though; the only problem is that not everyone is an ally of ours, but that can be solved one way or another,” Steve argues.

“You said it yourself, honey... it can be solved one way or another,” assures Y/N with a cynical smile. While HYDRA had fallen and some leaders had managed to escape, that didn't mean she would continue to obey their orders, because how stupid and incompetent did they have to be to allow that to happen, and yet they expected them to believe that they themselves would rebuild what once was? Of course not; she would take the reins along with Steve and Brock to make sure HYDRA was stronger and more powerful than it once was in the past.

#fanfic #marvel #steve rogers #reader #brock rumlow #nekoannie-chan #captain hydra #brock rumlow x reader x steve rogers #brock rumlow x reader #steve rogers x lectora

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luckysockpuppets · 4 days ago

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The truth to happiness

Part 1

Words: 3,299

TW: drug use. gore, and descriptions of torture.

Summary: after escaping H.Y.D.R.A with Bucky, you are taken into the care of Steve Rogers as your brother Bucky is getting help in wakanda. But what happens when Steve leaves to visit your brother, and H.Y.D.R.A decides to come back for you?

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Faking happy was Steve's real super power. He'd put on that big, brighter than the sun smile and nobody would question it for a second. Not even a glint of inner turmoil in his eyes. He could go an entire month long mission and not one complaint would leave his mouth, even if he was past exhausted. You knew it was rough for him but you didn't push him to talk. You trusted him to let you in when he was ready.

That was, until you came home to him laying on the floor in the fetal position. He wasn't sobbing or shaking, you wouldn't have known he was even crying if it weren't for his tear streaked cheeks. He was practically despondent, he barely blinked when you shut the door.

"Hey, sweetheart." He breathes out. It's shaky, but it's something.

You sigh and crouch down next to him, sitting criss cross.

"Bucky called. Said he's doing good." You mumble, and wipe away his tears.

Bucky is your older brother, and went to wakanda to get the programing out of his Brain. Steve promised to take care of you while he's gone, but it's more like you're taking care of him. You don't mind it, but sometimes you wish you had your brother with you. The two of you have gone through hell and back together. He was the boulder you leaned on when you needed extra help. But right now you knew he was better off without you. All you did was remind him of a time he wants to forget.

Bucky's words gave him some relief, but he only nodded softly. He appreciated the comforting gesture of wiping away his tears.

"That's good." Steve sighed. He rolled onto his side to face you properly, then reached out and gently wrapped his hand around yours. He pulled your hand over his chest, right above his heart. The poor man was stressed beyond belief.

"Hey, c-can we talk about something?" Steve managed to choke out. He was still clinging onto your hand as if letting go would break him. Something was clearly bothering him but he didn't want to just unload without warning. Not to mention, he wanted to make sure it wouldn't upset you as well.

You nod silently.

Steve is quiet for a moment, then closes his eyes and takes a deep breath as if trying to collect his thoughts. There's a faint tremble in his voice as he speaks.

"Sometimes I feel like I'm losing myself. I don't feel like me anymore. I don't know who me is, I don't know where my place in this time is. Everyone expects me to be the same Captain America. I can't be that, I can't handle it. Being Captain America is starting to feel like putting on a mask I don't want to wear anymore. I'm tired, tired of being the hero."

You sigh and look away.

"Maybe you should take a break?" You whisper.

"I can't, sweetheart.." Steve murmurs sadly. The man's body was still tensing and untensing with every breath, his heart beating fast under your palm.

"It's my job, I'm supposed to be the Captain America. The symbol of hope and justice. I'm supposed to keep everyone safe.. I'm supposed to be strong"

"your not the only avenger. They can take care of the world while your gone. maybe you can even visit my brother."

You didn't include yourself in visiting Bucky. You never believed he wanted to see you. All you do is remind him of that time.

"I could.." Steve seemed reluctant to agree with you. The idea of taking time off was scary to him, the idea of leaving his shield in someone else's hands made him feel uneasy. But he knew you were right, it was just hard. Hard for him to believe he deserved a break, after all, the world would always need protecting.

He sighed and looked over to you again.

"You'd come, right..?"

You sigh and look down at your lap. "You know I can't. Bucky probably doesn't want to see me. He'll get reminded of things he would rather forget. Besides you deserve to be alone without anyone bothering you, or having to be taken care of."

Steve was immediately shaking his head in disagreement.

"I don't wanna go without you." He admitted quickly. You may have convinced him to take a break, but he couldn't do it without you.

"Buck wouldn't mind you being around, you're not a reminder of Hydra to him. You're his sibling. Not everything in your life is defined by what happened back then. Bucky doesn't blame you and neither should you."

Sometimes Steve forgets that you were taken by hydra at five, and was raised there. It effects you, and will for the rest of your life. bucky was lucky enough to get powers, but you got nothing but a fast metabolism. Just a failed experiment.

Steve could see the weight of your past in your eyes. It was clear that you carried the pain and scars with you, and sometimes he forgot the full extent of what you had lived through. He reaches out and cups your cheek tenderly, his thumb gently stroking your skin.

You gently remove his hand from your face. As much as you wanted the physical affection, you couldn't let it effect you right now.

You huff, "go pack a bag, and get yourself on a flight. I don't expect you back for at least a month, got it?" He can hear the authority in your voice.

Steve hesitates for a minute, but then nods. Your words seem harsh but he knows deep down they come from a place of love and concern. You weren't telling him to go away because you wanted to him off of your hands, which he was grateful for. He sighs and rolls onto his back before sitting up.

"Only on one condition."

You pause and look at him.

"You take care of yourself while I'm gone. And I mean it. No staying up all night when you don't need to, eating properly and getting some rest. You know the stuff I like to remind you about. Can you promise me?"

You sigh. "Fine." You knew that wasn't a promise you could keep.

Steve knew that you couldn't keep that promise and it's clear in his expression. He sighs softly, but he reaches to give your shoulder an affectionate squeeze.

"I'll hold you to that, young lady.." He murmured, his tone teasing, "You be in bed by ten pm and don't stay up all night eating icecream when I'm gone."

You roll my eyes, and get off the floor. Watching as his arm falls from my shoulder to the carpeted floor. You leave his room, letting him have some privacy to pack a bag or two.

Steve couldn't help but chuckle softly as you rolled your eyes. But he still felt a quirk of sadness delve Into his blue eyes at your lack of affection. He got up as well, groaning as his joints cracked with the movement. When you left the room, he sighed softly and looked around for something to pack his clothes into. He went for a simple duffle bag, big enough to carry his essentials.

After packing, he went into the bathroom and cleaned himself up a bit. Once he was ready, he walked out of his room and made his way into the living room to find you.

Once he couldn't find you in the living room he decided to check your room. A sigh escapes his lips when he realizes were you had gone. The only place you can truly think clearly, the roof.

cigarette smoke flows softly in the air. So are your clothes that are moving breathlessly in the calm wind.

Steve couldn't help but scowl as he noticed the cigarette in your hands. He leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I thought you quit."

You sigh, and look out into the starry night sky.

"Guess a old dog really can't learn new tricks." You mumble into the cold air.

Steve sighs as well, joining you out on the rooftop and taking a seat beside you. His eyes are focused on the sky above, admiring the beautiful starry night while he tries not to focus on the burning cancer stick in your fingers.

"You never really wanted to quit, did you?"

You shake my head, and offer him the cigarette.

Steve turns his gaze from the sky to the offered cigarette. He's silent for a minute, staring at it with some hesitation before sighing and taking it.

He brings it to his lips and takes a drag, holding it there for a second before letting it out. It's been a long time, years since he last smoked one.

A small smirk tugs at the corner of your mouth as you watch him take a hit.

As Steve hands the cigarette back to you, he catches sight of your smirk. He raises an eyebrow at you and chuckles faintly.

"What's that face for, darlin'? That wasn't as dramatic as you expected, was it? Just a man who knows how to take a drag from time to time."

You shake your head and chuckle, "Just didn't expect captain america himself to smoke." It was now your turn to take a long drag on the cigarette.

Steve rolls his eyes, though there's no real heat or annoyance in it. Your words seem to amuse him more than anything.

"Captain America isn't a perfect saint. I've done lots of bad things," He pauses, "But, don't tell anyone I still smoke the occasional cigarette. They'll make magazines about it for months, saying that they've caught Captain America with his guards down on the avengers rooftop at one am."

Your smirk falters as you thing about his trip. "Still going to wakanda?" The muttered, sentence escapes your lips.

Steve's shoulders tense at your words. "Yeah. He'll be disappointed I didn't bring you with me." He chirps back, and look down at you.

You look down at your lap, "when are you flying out?" you mumble, changing the subject.

Steve glances at his watch, noting the time.

"The jets are available for a little after six am. I still have a little more time left to pack and sleep some. It's not much time." He admitted, his shoulders sinking a little.

You quickly take another puff when you feel yourself getting nervous. "How long?" He knew you were asking how long he'll be gone for.

"A month." Steve answered quickly, knowing exactly what you were asking. Though, a month could easily become months. There was no telling how long Steve would go without feeling like he needed to return to a sense of normalcy.

"If it.. becomes longer than a month, I'll let you know." He assured you.

You push the now depleting cigarette into the concrete rooftop, and light another. "I... Hope you find peace." You mumble, taking a long drag of the cigarette. "Maybe you'll find mine while your gone?"

Steve's expression softens a bit and a small smile tugs at his lips at your comment. He nudges you gently in a teasing manner.

"I don't need to go halfway around the world to find peace.. I've got it right here with you."

You smirk, "we both know thats a lie. I don't think you'll be wanting to take care of someone else's kid your whole life. You must have dreams. Maybe a nice house in the suburbs, and laying low with a new family?"

Steve's brows furrow in an expression of confusion, as if your words don't make any sense to him. He scoffs, shaking his head in disagreement.

"That's nonsense, sweetheart. Being with you is nothing like taking care of a kid. Having a little home with a picket fence is a nice dream and all, but you're my family. I'd never, ever trade you for anything else."

You sigh once more, and take another long drag of the cigarette to calm your nerves.

"I've seen the looks you give Sharon. You too would look good together."

This catches Steve off-guard, he sits up straighter and turns to you. His brow is furrowed, but it's clearly confusion instead of frustration.

"What? I don't- I don't see sharon like that." He denied, feeling like he's being accused of some unspoken betrayal.

"We're friends. That's it. She's like a sister to me, you can hardly compare that to our relationship."

You smirk as you notice a bit of blush forming on his cheeks. But you couldn't quite tell if it's from the breeze or not.

"Don't act like I don't see you two sneaking off together during Tony's party's." You state matter of factly.

Steve can feel the flush in his cheeks deepening and his lips twist into the hint of a frown. He doesn't deny it immediately, but when he does, he sounds a lot more defensive than usual.

"We weren't "Sneaking off". We were-" His tongue freezes over the next words, as if he's not even sure if he's gonna make the conversation worse, or not.

"We weren't doing anything! We just.. were having some private conversations, talking about stuff. Stuff that you shouldn't eavesdrop on."

You roll your eyes at him. As you do so, a small gust of wind gently extinguishes my cigarette. You mutter curses under your breath, and grab the lighter off ground. You struggle to light it up. Fingers stiffen in the cold nights air, but you try not to show it.

Steve watches as you try to relight your cigarette with the lighter, struggling. He's quiet for a minute, watching you in a mixture of concern and frustration.

"Here." He murmurs, taking the lighter from you and expertly flicking it to start a flame. He holds it up for you, waiting for you to bring the cigarette to it.

You grab the cigarette, and puff it a couple times. letting the smoke sit in my mouth for a couple seconds, before exhaling. "You should probably get some sleep. You'll have to wake up early."

Steve sighs softly, his eyes wandering from your face to the cigarette between your fingers. He wanted to tell you to not chain-smoke, or ask you to not stay up all night when he was gone. But he knew it was pointless. So, he didn't say anything.

"Maybe. Yeah." Steve agreed, nodding. The exhaustion wasn't as apparent in his physical form, but he could feel himself becoming more and more tired mentally.

Steve rubs his eyes with the palm of his hand, sighing before standing up and stretching. It took a lot more effort to do so than it used to.

"I'll come say goodbye before I leave in the morning. Don't stay up all night."

You nod, "I'll be here if you need me."

"Don't stay up all night," Steve repeats slowly, giving you a pointed look that lets you know he means it.

"And don't just spend all day alone watching movies again." He added, sounding like a slightly concerned father.

You roll your eyes, "alright dad."

Steve scoffs and rolls his eyes in return. He reaches out to ruffle your hair a little, a subtle and affectionate gesture.

"Don't be an ass." He playfully mutters.

Steve stands up, stretching a little to get rid of some of the tension in his muscles before moving towards the door leading back into the compound.

"Night, sweetheart."

"good night dad." You mumble the last part more for yourself than to Steve.

Steve chuckles and with that leaves the rooftop, closing the door behind him. He sighs as he makes his way towards his own room, taking a quick stop by the bathroom to clean himself up a bit.

It doesn't take him long before he gets ready for bed and settles into his sheets, drifting off to sleep quickly.

You remain on the balcony all night. By eight am you had already finished the whole pack of cigarettes. You listen to the chirping sound of birds, and sigh when you realize steve would have already boarded his plane by now. Guess he forgot to say goodbye. You think to myself.

You slowly get up off the rooftop, and walk through the halls to your room. You take your precious time getting dressed, and ready for the day. You knew you needed to walk to the drug store to grab yourself some more cigarettes. usual the employees wouldn't even allow you in the store, but Tony pulled a few strings. All you had to do was convince him H.Y.D.R.A gave you a fast enough metabolism, that gets you to stay away from cancer. Even though you don't even know if that's fully true.

As you walk around the halls of the compound you notice it's a lot more deserted than it usually is. Even in missions, S.H.E.I.L.D agents are usually roaming the halls.

You notice a few S.H.E.I.L.D agents running down the halls. You manage to stop one that was running past you. The look of fear on Ivan's face (which you noticed his name tag said) didn't go unnoticed.

"What's going on? What happened?" You ask. concern etched in your voice.

"H.Y.D.R.A!" Was all he squeaked out as he began to run down the halls again.

Hydra. It can't be. Their gone? This has to be some sort of mistake.

Your stiff legs somehow make it all the way to the conference room. You barely process Nat, Tony, and Fury all talking to each other before you legs give out. you could tell you're having a full on panic attack before your head even hit the oldly cold flooring. Your vision goes blurry, and your hearing becomes staticky.

The feeling of arms wrapping around you is barely registered in this condition, and even less so is the feeling of being cared out of the room.

Your eyes slowly open to the sound of an alarm blaring Into your sensitive ears. You look around to notice your tucked into your bed. Without thinking too much about it you slowly get up and hesitantly walk out your bedroom door to see what's happening.

Your senses are immediately bumbarded as you see S.H.E.I.L.D agents rushing past you. The horror on your face is unreplacable as you notice body's laying lifelessly on the ground below you.

You quickly start to sprint through the halls, trying to find a way out of this hell hole. Memories of H.Y.D.R.A Start to resurface, but your able to shove it back down as best you can. As you continue to run you sense the feeling of being watched. Your body turns around quicker than you thought even possible, but what you saw made you want to regurgitate the cigarettes you had earlier that night.

"Miss me kiddo?" A disgustingly disfigured Rumlow proudly chanted.

You almost lost your balance as you stare at his burnt and scarred face.

"I-I killed you! I watched you die! Th-this isn't possible!" You yell back in tremors. You're voice didn't sound as confident as you would have liked.

Rumlow's lips twist into a grotesque, lousy smirk. "It's time to come home. To your real family kiddo. We know how to treat you right."

Before you could even process his words, H.Y.D.R.A agents start to corner you. The training Nat taught you starts to kick it, as you fight back against them. Nothing worked though, and before you knew It something sharp hit your neck. Causing you to black out in the matter of seconds. Before your heavy eyes closed, you saw Rumlow standing up tall in front of you.

"Sleep well princess." He spat gleefully.

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hoteldreamss · 2 months ago

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Steve Rogers || imagine

Метки: похищение; канон Рамлоу; флафф со Стивом; читательница в устоявшихся отношениях со Стивом.

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Ты приходишь в себя с головной болью и с размытым зрением, которое так медленно фокусируется, что некоторое время ты пугаешься не только того, что не чувствуешь привычное тепло своего дома, вместо этого окутанная прохладой; не чувствуешь знакомого запаха; не ощущаешь свободы движений, но и того, что потеряла зрение.

Запах сырости проникает в тебя моментально, а оглядевшись в полутьме ты понимайте, что место похоже на подвал. Ты привязана к стулу, ноги стянуты стяжками, руки за спинкой деревянного стула обмотанные скотчем, на губах также клочок скотча.

Ты нервничаешь, боясь даже представить, кто это сделал с тобой. Никаких воспоминаний о произошедшем. Ты вернулась домой с работы, и только поставила свою сумку на столик, как кто-то схватил тебя. Пронзающая, острая, но не сильная, боль в шее, должно быть это был шприц со снотворным. Ты не знаешь от куда появился тот человек, как он оказался в твоей квартире и ты не знаешь, кто это был. Он подкрасился сзади.

Скрип ступеней привлекает твоё внимание, но ты не можешь никого увидеть, сидя спиной к лестнице. Человек не такой высокий, но его фигура всё равно устрашает. Он становится перед тобой, не достаточно близко, чтобы принести тебе дискомфорт.

— Ты долго спала, — произносит он. — Думал мне придётся отдать Кэпу твоё тело. Хотя вряд ли он будет что-то делать уже ради тела.

Мужчина тянется к скотчу на твоих губах.

— Это не долгий момент, когда ты можешь говорить. Воспользуйся этим с умом.

Ты смотришь на него с удивлением и страхом.

— Кто ты?

— Брок Рамлоу. Предугадывая твой следующий вопрос, мне нужен Стив Роджерс. Ты как его девушка отлично подойдёшь для приманки.

— Мы... он не придёт.

Брок наклоняешься к тебе, опираясь на спинку стула и смотря тебе в глаза. Из-за чего ты вся сжимаешься внутри, смотря в его чёрные глаза.

— Придёт. Не нужно думать, что ты можешь обмануть меня.

Ты не знаешь, что сказать учитывая, что Стив и впрямь захочет прийти, он спасёт тебя, как только узнает, что ты в опасности. Если он ещё не знает. Ты не уверена сколько времени прошло с момента, как тебя похитили.

— Наслаждайся тишиной, милая, — Брок снова клеит скотч на твои губы и уходит.

Ты искренне надеешься, что не останешься здесь до момента пока захочешь в туалет или есть.

***

Дверь снова открывается, скрип ступеней и Брок снова перед тобой, с бутылкой воды.

— Без фокусов, — произносит Рамлоу, когда отклеивает скотч от губ.

Брок открывает бутылку воды и подносит к твоим губам. Тебя слегка удивляет, что Рамлоу не обходится с тобой грубо и пренебрежительно. Ты благодарна, что он не облил тебя водой или не заставил захлебнуться её ради забавы.

Убрав бутылку, Брок снова клеит скотч.

— У нас поезда, сладкая, но вряд ли ты застанешь вид из окна. — Брок обходит тебя, ты слышишь как он что-то достаёт из кармана, пока ты чувствуешь усталость, а веки становятся тяжелее.

Он поднимает тебя за локоть, тянет к выходу, пока ты плетёшься. В твоих глазах темнеет, и ты к счастью не ударяешься об пол, Брок ловит тебя.

***

Стив чувствует себя загнанным в клетку, бессильным и уязвимым. Ты не отвечала на звонки уже несколько часов, Стив не может отследить тебя, ты вряд ли отключила бы локацию. Роджерс надеется найти тебя в порядке, может твой телефон сел, может ты заснула сразу после работы, и с тобой всё в порядке.

Его стук в твою дверь настойчивый и тяжёлой. Но ты не открываешь. Стив лезет за ключами в карман, открыв твою дверь запасным.

В твоей квартире пусто и тихо. Стив замечает небольшой беспорядок, и его сердце сжимается. Он не может думать о лучшем.

Благодаря работе Мстителя, Роджерс может узнать кто тебя похитил. Но найти тебя сразу сложно. Брок сам заявляет о себе. Адрес приходит ему в сообщение, и упоминание тебя, заставляет злиться. По нескольким камерам, можно было увидеть Рамлоу, который тащил тебя к машине.

Стив прибывает к сомнительному месту, недостроенные здание, многоэтажное и очевидно не предназначенное для встреч.

Роджерс встречает тебя на семнадцатом этаже, без сознания, лежащей на полу и Рамлоу нет рядом. Стив направляется к тебе, желая проверить есть ли у тебя пульс.

— Она жива, пока что, — подаёт голос Рамлоу, предъявляя себя.

Стив оборачивается, встречаясь с человеком, которого считал мёртвым. Брок выглядит самодовольно, когда смотрит на Роджерса. На Рамлоу костюм, то, что делает его визуально мощнее, и заставляет Стива догадываться о новых преимуществах Брока в бою.

— Но это не долго. Здание взорвётся через три минуты, и вряд ли ты успеешь спасти её и убить меня.

Роджерс улавливает намерения Брока. Он хочет напасть на Стива, он отнимет у него время в бою, а ты без сознания не сможешь никуда убежать. Роджерс может потерять тебя из-за боя. Рамлоу знает, что сможет убежать, снова, может даже отомстить Стиву. Брок кичится своим планом, предполагая, что у Стива нет возможностей.

***

Стив чувствует себя побитым, он мог бы посчитать своё положение проигрышным, но ты жива, ты с ним в целости и безопасности, даже если Брок до сих пор на свободе.

Когда ты приходишь в себя, Роджерс сразу поднимается со своего места, подходя к твоей больничной кровати.

Ты выглядишь растерянной, оглядываясь. Наткнувшись взглядом на Стива ты немного успокаиваешься.

— Почему я в больнице? — твой голос слабой, охрипший после сна.

— Просто проверка, они хотят очистить твой организм. Брок дал тебе что-то слишком сильное.

Ты смотришь на лицо Стива, несколько ссадин, которые должны скоро исчезнуть не оставив даже после себя следа.

— Как ты себя чувствуешь? Мне позвать врача? — его ладонь в разы больше твоей, он берёт её, согревая твою прохладную кожу.

— Нет, я в порядке. Ты поймал его?

— Не в этот раз, — со стыдом признаётся Стив. — Прости.

— Не нужно. Ты сделаешь это позже, мы оба знаем, преступники не уходят от тебя на долго. — Твоя слабая улыбка ободряет его.

Уголки губ Стива поднимаются, когда он немного смущается от твоих слов, но он знает, это правда.

Рамлоу не уйдёт от Роджерса, особенно после того, как Брок осмелился прикоснуться к тебе, втянуть тебя в их дела.

Стив наклоняешься к тебе, оставляя поцелуй на лбу и выпрямляется.

— Я схожу за чем-нибудь съедобным для тебя. Скоро вернусь.

Стив покидает твою палату уже чувствуя необходимость вернуться к тебе и не отходить, пока ты не поправишься полностью.

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nekoannie-chan · 2 years ago

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The best birthday

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Female!Reader X Brock Rumlow.

Word count: 524 words.

Summary: No summary, PWP.

Warnings: PWP, smut, NSWF, oral sex (given and received, male and female), threesome, double penetration, slightly humiliation.

A/N: This is my gift to @saiyanprincessswanie. HAPPY BIRTHDAY MISSY!

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You felt Brock's hand on your thigh, caressing it with a slowness that indicated you were beginning to feel desperate; you needed his hand somewhere else. Steve put his hand on your cheek, then brought your face closer, kissed you, and caressed your lip with his tongue to get inside.

As Brock's hand kept moving up your inner thigh, he started stroking you over your pants, causing you to moan.

Steve continued to kiss you while placing his hands on your breasts, focusing on your nipples.

Brock took off your pants; you weren't going to need them. With one finger, he began to make small circles around your clitoris; after a while, he introduced one finger and then another.

"I think she's ready, Cap," Brock said, pulling his fingers out. "Look at her, she's so wet."

Steve laughed and nodded, knowing they'd make you even wetter. Brock settled on the couch and put you on top; you felt him going inside you, while Steve made you bend down a little, pulling his dick out so it was in front of your face; you saw he was fully erected and started to lick it, then you put it in your mouth, and Steve started to fuck your mouth.

Brock grabbed your hips to control the speed more easily.

Steve stopped you and pulled it out of your mouth. He carefully made you straighten up, making you feel the penetration deeper and moan more. He went down and started to lick your clitoral area. You stirred; it felt so good. They knew how to please you. You started to tremble when you felt the first orgasm.

"Tell us what you want," Steve ordered you, holding your face with a little force to lift it, which made you feel excited again.

"I need both of you," you answered, your breath still heaving.

"You need us? What do you want us to do?" Brock whispered in your ear as he licked and continued down your exposed neck.

"Inside me..." you moaned again.

The two men looked at each other and smiled. Brock turned you over, leaving your ass exposed so Steve could enter. You started moaning again as Steve started to enter, but Brock shut you up by sticking his fingers in your mouth.

"You're a good girl; you take us so well," Brock said.

For the next few minutes, all you could hear was the sound of skin colliding and the moans of the three of you as beads of sweat slid down your skin and the smell of sex flooded the room. Steve kissed your back as you dug your nails into Brock's shoulders.

You started screaming out both of their names as your next orgasm approached, and you just hoped your screams didn't alarm the neighbors like last time, as it had been very awkward explaining to the police what had happened. That didn't matter to you after a few seconds because you were having the best orgasm of your life.

"So, did you like your birthday present?" Steve asked you a few minutes after you finished fiddling.

"What do you think?" you answered, laughing

#Happy Birthday Missy #steve rogers x reader x brock rumlow #steve rogers smut #brock rumlow smut

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braveclementine · 7 months ago

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Siberia

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OC Elizabeth Lightwood. I do not condone any copying of this.

Steve landed the Quinjet in the snowy tundra and turned the jet off. Bucky meanwhile found the weapons and grabbed a gun. The two of them stood next to each other while they waited for the ramp to go down.

"You remember that time we had to ride back from Rockaway Beach in the back of that freezer truck?" Steve asked, looking over at Bucky.

"Was that the time we used our train money to buy hot dogs?" Bucky asked, smiling.

"You blew three bucks trying to win that stuffed bear for a redhead." Steve smirked.

"What was her name again?" Bucky chuckled.

"Dolores. You call her Dot."

"She's gotta be a hundred years old right now." Bucky sighed.

"So are we, pal." Steve smirked, clapping Bucky on the shoulder. Bucky leaned in and kissed Steve's cheek tentatively. Steve felt his cheeks grow hot.

"Just in case." Bucky smirked and went to walk down the ramp. Steve grabbed his arm and spun him around, kissing him passionately on the lips. "No." Steve breathed as he pulled away. "That's how you do it."

"Guess you're the lead now." Bucky chuckled, pecking Steve's lips one more time and then they walked off the ramp.

"He can't have been here more than a few hours." Steve said, looking around. It was bitter cold, the snow and wind blowing around them fiercely.

"Long enough to wake them up." Bucky replied.

They headed downstairs through the elevator and then started to make their way through the hallways. Bucky kept his new gun lifted up as he walked, leading and checking every corner he passed.

They started up the stairs, before they heard a loud thud behind them. They both turned immediately. Steve lifted his shield up so he could see it just over the edge.

"You ready?"

"Yeah."

To their surprise, it was Tony, who stepped out and let his face plate down, "You seem a little defensive."

"It's been a long day." Steve said, walking forward slowly with his shield.

"At ease Soldier. I'm not currently after you." Tony shouted up at Bucky who hadn't moved.

"Then why are you here?" Steve asked.

"Could be your story's not so crazy." Tony said. "Maybe. Ross has no idea I'm here. I'd like to keep it that way. Otherwise, I gotta arrest myself."

"Well, that sounds like a lot of paperwork." Steve replied. Tony scoffed and Steve finally relaxed, "It's good to see you Tony."

"You too, Cap." Tony looked up, "Hey, Manchurian Candidate, you're killing me. There's a truce here. You can drop-"

Steve motioned to Bucky and Bucky slowly lowered the gun.

"I got heat signatures." Tony said as they rounded a corner into a larger, slightly more open room.

"How many?" Steve asked.

Tony took a second and then said, "Uh, one."

Suddenly, the lights lit up in the cylinders. They glowed yellow and steam hissed from them, moving around inside. Steve walked forwards slowly and then stopped again when a voice spoke.

"If it's any comfort, they died in their sleep." Steve continued to walk forwards again and Tony matched his steps. He could see now that the soldiers all had bullet wounds in their foreheads, blood frozen to those spots. Steve worried for how Bucky would feel.

"Did you really think I wanted more of you?" The man asked.

"What the hell?" Steve heard Bucky whisper.

"I'm grateful to them, though. They brought you here." Steve noticed Bucky had wandered to look into the cylinders, so he was further away from him and Tony. More lights turned on. Tony immediately shot at where the man was and Steve threw his shield, but it bounced back to him.

"Please, Captain. The Soviets built this chamber to withstand the launch blast of UR- 100 rockets."

"I'm betting I could beat that." Tony boasted as they all moved closer to the bunker.

"Oh, I'm sure you could, Mr. Stark. Given time. But then you'd never know why you came."

"You killed innocent people in Vienna just to bring us here?" Steve asked angrily. He walked so he was face to face with Zemo, only separated by the glass.

"I've thought about nothing else for over a year. I studied you. I followed you. But now that you're standing here, I just realized. . . there's a bit of green in the blue of your eyes" He chuckled, "How nice to find a flaw."

"They're pretty eyes." A voice interrupted and Steve turned to see Elizabeth had somehow joined them, striding forward, planting herself next to Steve.

Zemo scoffed.

"You're Sokovian. Is that what this is about?" Steve asked, grateful suddenly for her presence.

"Sokovia was a failed state long before you blew it to hell. No. I'm here because I made a promise."

"You lost someone?"

"I lost everyone. And so will you." He pressed a button inside and a screen came up on the computer behind Steve. "An empire toppled by its enemies can rise again. But one which crumbles from within? That's dead. Forever."

Steve looked at the computer again, with Elizabeth and Tony joining him. Tony looked at the computer and then glanced at it again, "I know that road." Tony said, frowning a little, recognition coming to his eyes.

"What is this?" Tony shouted.

Steve realized what it was when he saw the car crash and a motorcycle go shooting past. The car caught on fire and the motorcycle came back. Bucky got off the back of the motorcycle, opening up the trunk and grabbing whatever was in the back. Knowing the entire story now, it was probably super serum that Howard had made to create the super soldiers here.

Bucky was looking at the ground and Elizabeth was too.

Steve watched Howard get out of the car. "Please. Help my wife." Bucky grabbed Howards head and jerked it backwards. "Sergeant Barnes?"

"Howard!" Maria shouted.

Elizabeth left the computer side and Steve looked up to see her touch Bucky's arm. Bucky was looked traumatized. Steve glanced over and saw the Zemo had gone.

To watch an empire fall. Fall from within. To make them fight each other. And die killing each other.

Tony breathed in deeply and then punched the screen. He breathed out. "I already knew!" he screamed, but he too realized Zemo was gone then.

"Give me a second." Tony shuddered. "It's. . . different seeing it then hearing it."

"You knew?" Bucky asked quietly.

"Y/N told him the minute she found out. Good thing too." Elizabeth said.

"I'm sorry." Bucky said. "From the bottom of my heart I wish I could take everything back. All of it."

"I know." Tony snapped. "I know. Now let's go hunt the mother fucker down."

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T'Challa put his helmet down carefully in the snow as he approached the man sitting on the rock. "I almost killed the wrong man."

"Hardly an innocent one." The man scoffed.

"This is all you wanted?" T'Challa asked, "To see them rip each other apart?"

"My father lived outside the city. I thought we would be safe there. My son was excited. He could see the Iron Man from the car window. I told my wife, 'Don't worry. They're fighting in the city. We're miles from harm'. When the dust cleared. . . and the screaming stopped. . . it took me two days until I found their bodies. My father. . . still holding my wife and son in his arms. And the Avengers? They went home. I knew I couldn't kill them. More powerful men than me have tried. But, if I could get them to kill each other. . . I'm sorry about your father. He seemed a good man. With a dutiful son."

"Vengeance has consumed you." T'Challa spoke slowly. "It's consuming them. I am done letting it consume me."

He let his claws slide back into his paws. His father would not have wanted him to kill either man in the first place in response to his death.

"Justice will come soon enough."

"Tell that to the dead." Zemo scoffed. He went to point his gun under his chin, and T'Challa put his hand over it, the vibranium stopping the bullet from penetrating his skin and killing him. He pulled Zemo back into the snow, wrapping an arm around his neck.

"The living are not done with you, yet."

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Elizabeth was gone. She had stepped out and once the four of them had seen Zemo in the hands of T'Challa, she had hugged Tony, kissed both Steve and Bucky on the cheeks, and then let Heimdall take her back up to Asgard.

Steve and Bucky had left with T'Challa, who offered to take Barnes to Wakanda to see if his sister Shuri could do anything with medicine. And Tony took Zemo to Ross.

He stepped into the Avengers Compound. It felt emptier than it had before.

Vision seemed to be the only one there, sitting on the couch, rolling a chess piece between his fingers.

Rhodey was there as well. His physical therapy was going well. He still had to wear some braces, which Tony had designed himself, but other than that, he was fine. He wouldn't even need the braces after a few months.

He was helping Rhodey with the physical therapy when there was a knock on the window and he turned to see a mail man there. "Are you. . . Tony Stank?"

"Yes, this is Tony Stank. You're in the right place." Rhodey called out. "Thank you for that! Never, dropping that, by the way. 'Table for one, Mr. Stank. Right by the bathroom'."

Tony laughed, then took the package to open it.

Inside was a letter from Steve and Tony felt a little apprehensive. He knew that what Zemo had wanted was for them to fight. To kill each other. That he would be so angry that Barnes had been the one to kill his parents that he would try and kill Bucky. And inevitably, Steve would fight Tony as well.

Tony didn't know who would win. Probably the three of them. Elizabeth would never have let any harm come to the super soldiers. Or maybe she would have tried to mitigate it so they didn't fight.

Yes, Steve probably would've tried to just get them to safety. Steve was to close with Y/N to kill him.

Everleigh came into the room, crawling into Tony's lap. He hugged her tightly and opened up the letter.

Tony, I'm glad you're back at the Compound. I don't like the idea of you rattling around a mansion by yourself. We all need family. The Avengers are yours. Maybe more so than mine. I've been on my own since I was eighteen. I never really fit in anywhere, even in the Army. My faith's in people, I guess. Individuals. And I'm happy to say that, for the most part, they haven't let me down. Which is why I can't let them down either. Locks can be replaced, but maybe they shouldn't. I know I hurt you, Tony. I wish we agreed on the Accords. I really do. I know you're doing what you believe in, and that's all any of us can do. That's all any of us should. So no matter what, I promise you, if you need us. . . if you need me. . . I'll be there.

"Priority call from Secretary Ross." F.R.I.D.A.Y. said as Tony found the cell phone Steve had left for him. A flip phone, how typical. "There's been a breach at the Raft prison."

"Yeah, put him through."

"Tony, we have a problem." Ross said.

"Uh! Please hold." Tony said.

"No, don't." Tony put him on hold and then picked up his daughter to go and take her to bed. "Guess what sweetie? Mommy's coming home."

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You sat in your prison cell, waiting. It was freezing in the cell as well, goosebumps had broken out on your skin. You shuddered a little, wishing there was a blanket or something.

You didn't want to look at the others. They all looked so defeated and it was so hard to look at Wanda in her straight jacket. Pietro kept running circles in his cage like a locked up animal.

You didn't blame Tony. You had read the Accords and nothing about breaking the law said they would put you in the top security prison in the world. Underwater and everything.

Suddenly, you heard people gasping and you looked up. You half expected Steve to be here, breaking you free, but instead there was a mangled, half-burned almost walking corpse of a person.

Rumlow?

You stood up in shock. What was he doing here? Why was he here? How in the world was he still even alive? He certainly didn't look like he should be alive. He looked like he should be very, very dead.

"How the hell are you alive?" Sam asked, but Rumlow didn't answer, not stopping until he reached your cell. He smirked, opening up your cell.

You knew he had an obsession with you. He'd constantly asked you into his bed when S.H.I.E.L.D. had still been a thing. But still, why in the world had he tracked you all the way down here, did who knows what with the security, just to get to you?

You readied yourself for a fight, dodging his quick punches and kicking him in the chest. You ducked as he flung the metal stool in your room at you. You blocked his next punch, then cried out in pain as electrical shocks radiated throughout your body.

"LEAVE HER ALONE!" Clint, Sam, and Pietro all shouted at him as he ripped the prison shirt off your body. You punched him across the face, before feeling the electrical spasms again.

You couldn't move your body, but you could feel his hands on your breasts. Hands attempting to pull the rest of the clothes off.

You came down from the shocks, but he slammed your head against the ground and you felt dazed, black spots forming in front of your eyes.

Suddenly, Rumlow grunted in pain and you heard the sounds of someone punching him. Huh. Maybe Clint had broken out of his cell or something.

There was the sound of Rumlow's body falling to the ground. Large hands lifted you up into someone's arms. You just barely caught a glimpse of Steve's face, before you blacked out completely.

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You came too in a very white room. It was definitely medical and there was a young black woman standing over you.

"Please stay still, I'll be right back." She said in a heavily accented voice and then hurried from the room.

You groaned, turning your head side to side. It didn't look like any hospital wing that you had ever seen.

"Hey." Steve came into the room, carrying a bottle of water. "How are you feeling?"

"My head aches." You said hoarsely. "This raging pain inside of my head. It's that sort of headache where it feels like it's in different spots? Ya know? The kind that feels like it's in your nose or your eye?"

"Sorry." Steve said gently, handing you the water. "The water should help and they wanted you to wake up before they put you on any heavy pain killers. You want anything to eat?"

"No, I want a blanket." You mumbled, "It's freezing."

"Well, we are in Africa. The buildings are definitely air conditioned." Steve said lightly, grabbing you a blanket and covering you with it.

"Africa?"

"Wakanda, to be exact. I was already taking Bucky here because they have some advanced technology. Shuri, T'Challa's sister, thinks she can remove his trigger words."

"That's great." You said hoarsely, lifting the water bottle to your head. "Does um, Tony-"

"T'Challa called him and he knows you're okay. But he can't get here. I told him once you were better, T'Challa and him could arrange a meet up. He says Everleigh misses you."

"How was Rumlow alive?" You asked, shifting onto your side. Why was it so cold?

"I have no idea. No one does." Steve sighed. "Nor does anyone know how he got into the Raft to get to you."

You sighed. "But he's dead now?"

"Yes." Steve nodded. It was quiet for a moment and he smiled as your eyes fluttered tiredly. "Get some sleep Y/N. You're safe here."

You smiled at the idea, and drifted off to sleep slowly.

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americasass81 · 10 months ago

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Make A Wish And Blow . . .

Warnings 18+ for the following:- Smut {m/f), Group Sex, Oral (Both M & F receiving), Fingering, Anal, Implied Aftercare, Very Mild Fluff, Use of Pet Names, Overstimulation. Seriously do not read if any of this upsets you, the warnings are there for a reason. Feedback is welcomed and any mistakes are my own.

By proceeding you are acknowledging that you are over 18 and are consenting to the content below the cut.

Author’s Note 1:- This was written especially for @saiyanprincessswanie who celebrates her birthday today. Knowing the soft spot you have for these three and how they just can’t seem to get along in your series, I thought I’d see if I could bang their heads together and make them cooperate for the greater good. I hope this brings a smile to your face and a little bit of laughter to your day. Happy Birthday Missy. lyl💚🤍🧡

Author’s Note 2:- As always, all images have been found through google search.

Synopsis:- Accidentally coming across your unfinished novel your husband finds an interesting way to celebrate your birthday and get your creative juices flowing once again.

Pairings:- soft! Brock Rumlow x Female Reader, soft!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, soft!Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Word Count:- 6,516

Staring out the window as the timer on the oven counted down the completion of the birthday cake he’d been working on and filled the kitchen with a glorious aroma, Brock asked himself once more if he was really doing this. Oh of course he knew what his answer would be. It hadn't changed after all since he'd settled on this surprise a week ago. But now that the day had arrived well, he did admit to being a little unsure as to how you might react.

Of course he knew you'd never ask for anything like this. Hell you never asked him for anything except to come home safe from whatever mission S.H.I.E.L.D. sent him on. But this? No way would you ever ask for this. Fantasies after all were just that and you had shown him more than once since you met him that he was the only man you would ever willingly give yourself to. But what was he supposed to do? How could he unsee what his eyes had happened upon and not act?

--- BEGIN FLASHBACK ---

Cleaning up the house for you the previous Monday before a three day mission took him from your side once more, your laptop open on the floor by the bed was not something he ever poked around on. After all, you respected that there were parts of his job he couldn't share with you and he in return was only too happy to afford you the same privacy and respect.

But this time you had left it on.

Picking it up off the floor then and placing it on your desk before preparing to save your work and power it off, he had to admit a slight pang of curiosity when the word Steve caught his eye. Could this be something to do with that Steve? The same man he worked with and admired as much as anyone else who grew up on the fantastic stories of Captain America's exploits.

Looking around the room quickly just to make sure he wasn't being observed, he apologized next for what he was about to do though he knew no one was there to hear it, then sat down and set his sights on the beginning of the paragraph that held the name that so easily caught his attention. And then he started reading.

And what an interesting read it was.

Telling of a mission that involved Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes and Brock Rumlow deep in enemy territory, the shocking part wasn't how accurate your espionage knowledge was, it was instead how utterly exciting your imagination proved to be. Having just successfully wiped out a terrorist stronghold, their bodies needed rest and what few wounds they had accumulated needed tending, but that required a place to stay.

Which is where it seemed your fantasy persona came in.

The sweet and sassy owner of a little out of the way restaurant which also offered limited accommodation, you were only too happy to lock the place up and show the men upstairs to clean up while you tracked down any medical supplies you had that might prove useful. Placing all the items then on the nearest table while also dropping off fresh towels before clearing up any soiled clothes and useless materials, you then asked each of them what food they might like before leaving them to get on with the task of making themselves presentable once more.

Busying yourself around the kitchen then preparing their meals and making sure the closed sign did its job and deterred others from entering, all four of you next spent the rest of the evening eating and talking until night time found you ready to say goodbye to the day. At least once everything was cleared away.

Protesting strongly and talking them down now from trying to help out, the guys eventually and reluctantly kissed you gently on the cheek before heading upstairs to crash and recuperate in the beds you so kindly provided. But it seemed there would be no rest for you however.

Clearing up all the plates, washing down the newly soiled surfaces and sweeping up the floor, you finally made it up the stairs towards your own bed but something stopped you along the way. Finding Brock's door slightly ajar and taking a peek, your breath caught suddenly at the bare chest greeting you as the man slept oblivious to his audience. Standing there a while longer, mesmerized now by what you were seeing, you thought about entering to get a closer look until a low noise echoing loudly in the silence brought you back to your senses and took your feet in a totally different direction.

It appeared Steve was stirring.

Coming upon his door next just a little bit further along the corridor, your hand shot up to cover your mouth here so as not to allow your shocked scream to wake the man your eyes were currently feasting on. Laying on the bed now that looked far too small to hold his powerful frame, it was most definitely his naked form that had captured your attention. Spread out in all his glory with not a stitch of material between him and your curious gaze, the sudden heat between your thighs told you just how wrong your staring was. But you couldn't help it. Watching his chest rise and fall as something resembling a barked out order left his lips every now and then, it was a certain item between his legs however that kept pulling you in. In more ways than one.

Walking through the open door now as if held by a power beyond your control, one hand reached beneath your skirt as your other took on a life of its own and made its way towards Steve's resting member. Gliding your fingers now along your moistening slit, you were just about to breach your pussy as your fingers closed on Steve's shaft when the gods above saw fit to knock some sense back into you and release you from whatever horny gremlin seemed to have taken hold of you.

Coming back to yourself just in time as Steve rolled over onto his side and now graced you with a view of his gloriously fine ass, you sent up a silent thanks and quickly and quietly scurried from the room, grateful that you hadn't sexually violated Captain America himself.

Damn, how would you have explained that had he woken up.

Taking a few minutes now away from his door to catch your breath and scold yourself for your serious lack of judgment, you were just about to continue on the journey towards your room once more when a boxer wearing Bucky Barnes appeared before you out of nowhere and made you question briefly if you had been caught out after all.

Thankfully however that appeared not to be the case if his somewhat sleepy expression gave any indication.

Standing before you now as you finally made your way back to your body, you at last registered that Bucky was asking if everything was all right. Confirming as much while your eyes now fully focused on all that was the man before you, you swallowed the lump forming in your throat and silently cursed the images forming in your brain as you tried again to focus on what he was saying now while ignoring the delicious smell that wafted off him in the tight quarters that made up your hallway. Asking this time for a bottle of water to quench his thirst, you groaned silently at his choice of wording before insisting on getting one for him if only to put some much needed distance between him and your raging hormones.

Retracing your steps back to the kitchen then and retrieving a bottle out of the fridge, you turned around to head back upstairs and almost jumped out of your skin at the sight that greeted you instead. Standing in the doorway now before crossing the empty space between you, Bucky took the bottle from your hand before speaking. "Thanks doll, this is very much appreciated. As is your hospitality. Do let us know if there's any way we can show our appreciation," he added with a slow and knowing look down your body before removing the bottle cap, drinking all the water and tossing the now empty bottle expertly into the nearest recycling bin.

Turning on his heels then and heading back to bed as if this whole exchange had been completely innocent, you now stood alone in the empty kitchen wondering how you were supposed to make it to your room and find sleep with the thoughts currently invading your mind and creating a warm shower between your legs.

But how you accomplished this Brock would never know as the blinking cursor told him this was where real world sleep had stolen your creative spark and now it would have to wait until the muse came calling once again. Clicking the save button then and shutting down everything, he returned to his cleaning but stopped again when the red circle on the calendar caught his eye and the most mischievous of ideas ever conceived crossed his mind.

Perhaps this once he could be your muse.

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Leaving this memory behind now as the oven at last pinged off and signaled that the cake was finally ready, he then removed it and placed it on the wire rack to cool. Starting on the rest of the dinner next before your book club friends dropped you back to him after your morning spent doing whatever it was they had planned for you, a quick text to the guys, then icing and decorating of the cake and everything was perfect when you walked through the front door.

Happy now to be back home and in the company of the only man that made you feel immensely special, dropping the bags in the living room, taking off your coat and hurrying towards the kitchen caused even more love for him to swell within your heart. Filled to overflowing with just enough space for both of you to eat comfortably, your eyes were fit to pop out of their sockets as they marveled at the sight before you. And that was before they spotted the pile of presents strewn across the drawing room table.

Walking over to Brock now and nestling yourself within the safety of his welcoming arms, the smell of him mixed in with the aroma of all your favorite foods told you you were home. And it was the best feeling ever. Standing in his embrace just a little while longer, both of you then moved apart as Brock reminded you that as it was your birthday you got to pick how your day with him played out ... food, presents or the surprise he had planned for you.

Thinking back on the friends that had just dropped you off and spent the morning treating you to every manner of clothes, comic memorabilia and books you swore you didn't have room for, you most definitely now could do with some delicious food and it seemed Brock had this more than covered. Looking at the table again before confirming your choice, Brock now walked you to your seat, pulled it out for you and kissed you like a perfect gentleman as you sat down and tucked into absolutely everything except dessert which seemed to somehow be missing.

The reason behind this little slip you would discover later however.

Enjoying everything before you but still leaving room as Brock had instructed, you filled him in on the morning with your friends and slipped into the same easy rhythm you always felt around him until your man's phone pinged with an incoming message and the usual dread stole some of your fuzzy birthday glow. Could it be that S.H.I.E.L.D. was about to screw up the one day that Brock always made sure was spent by your side?

Picking up his phone now and reading through the text, he typed off a quick reply and smirked mischievously before placing the phone back down and turning his gaze fully back on your disappointed features. Something he couldn't have. "Ah come now beautiful, you didn't think I'd walk out on you today of all days? It's your birthday and that was simply the confirmation of your surprise," he clarified before standing up, taking your hand and leading you out of the kitchen.

Following him along the corridor now as he led you towards the bedroom door, your excitement deflated somewhat however when he opened the door on a room that looked as clean and plain as it always did. There was nothing here. No flowers. No candles. Hell there wasn't even any fancy lingerie laid out upon the bed for frisky fun. No, if this was your man's idea of a surprise it was sorely lacking and releasing your hand from his you were just about to tell him so when he opened the door to the en suite and totally took your breath away.

Waiting before you now as you took one tentative step after another, your heart sang with joy at the sight that was revealed. Steaming up from a warm and inviting hot tub, the scent of all your favorite oils would have been enough of a surprise if not for the melted chocolate and strawberries waiting on a table by the side. Looking in awe at Brock now as he slowly undressed, your mind was too distracted by his sheer beauty and thoughtfulness however to actually hear what was being said but somehow he found a way through.

"Hey beautiful, are you with me or do I need to send out a search party?" he asked as a quick snap of his fingers seemed to break the spell placed upon you and brought you back to the present. Righting all your neurons now as your eyes focused completely on Brock standing before you in nothing but his boxers, you would have gone to him and conveyed your appreciation for all he had done if he himself hadn't taken the initiative and brought himself to you.

Leaning forward then to kiss your lips and really make you forget about his naked form, words of love now whispered in your ear made him undressing you feel like a fevered dream until the change in the temperature caused goosebumps to rise along your naked flesh. Now you would need warming up in another way it seemed. Which is exactly what he had in mind.

Pulling back then and walking you towards the tub, Brock now removed his boxers and getting in, remained standing as he helped you enter the tub along with him. Sitting down then while still holding your hand, he next spread his legs in invitation and waited patiently for you to sit between them. Moaning out softly now as the water rose around you and warmed your chilled flesh, you now sank back against his waiting chest as both of you just relaxed and took a few moments to simply be.

No talk, no noise, just two souls breathing in unison, content in each other's arms. And then Brock had to add to the moment and make it absolutely perfect.

Pulling the small table alongside the tub, he then began dipping the strawberries into the melted chocolate before teasing you with the delicious treats. The corner of your mouth. Your lips. Your nose. Your cheek. Hell, he even managed to catch your nipples and collarbones once or twice and even though you too managed to catch each succulent dessert eventually, it was fortunate that you were in a bath to begin with as your top half now resembled a chocolate dappled human.

Turning on the taps again to heat up the tub and gently washing every inch of you then, his phone pinging from the bedroom once more reminded him that it was still your birthday and he still had one more surprise planned for you. Well two really, but they did combine to complete the present. Putting away the sponge now and wrapping you securely in his arms, he then rested his chin upon your shoulder before speaking. "You trust me, don't you beautiful? You know I'd never do anything to put you in danger or make you uncomfortable right?" he asked and as you turned your head towards him and answered "yes" he hoped neither of you would regret what happened next.

Accepting your reassurance then and helping you out of the tub, he dried both of you off gently but quickly before then opening the door and leading you back into the bedroom to the shock of your life. Stopping in your tracks to the point where Brock had no choice but to stop directly behind you, Bucky sitting across from the bed messing with his phone while Steve paced back and forth in front of him would have brought a slew of questions rolling off your tongue if not for the fact that they were currently in your bedroom, on your birthday while you and your husband stood there in nothing but a bathrobe and boxers.

Confused now but also having enough wits about you to accept that this was not some weird dreamlike fantasy, you turned around to push yourself and Brock back into the bathroom only to have all three sets of male eyes land on you and the look was unmistakable. Lustful, yet inquisitive, it was Brock again who broke the silence with an explanation your ears could not believe they were hearing.

"Happy birthday beautiful, the guys here have kindly offered to help make your fantasy come true for one special night only. That is of course if you're entirely willing," he added as his arms wrapped around you and came to rest against your ass before his lips came close to whisper in your ear. "I accidentally read some of your story while turning off your laptop. We're yours to use how you see fit."

Slightly confused and disappointed with what Brock now revealed, you promised yourself you would get the full story from him later but right now his offer took center focus in your mind. It sounded unreal. Brock, your husband, the man you loved more than life itself and who loved you equally in return was actually standing in your bedroom with Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes offering themselves up as what? Sex slaves? What exactly had he come across on your laptop?

Looking around at all three guys now as each one stared back at you awaiting your decision, you searched back through your memory to the last time you had used your laptop in the hopes of figuring out how this whole situation had come about. And oh boy did you remember. Recalling now the Winds of War erotic fiction novel you had last worked on before your muse had up and deserted you, you now remembered using the guys' names as a simple means of helping the story flow more easily before you later changed them to some generic variants when the time came to finally send it to your publisher.

Burying your face against Brock's chest now, both to hide your embarrassment and avoid their continued gaze, you then spoke your explanation and apology into that same chest before your husband pulled you apart and asked you gently to repeat what you had just said. "I said I'm sorry darling. I just use familiar names that help the story flow before I change them later. I've never actually thought of Steve or Bucky in that way," you finished, even if your eyes could not quite reach Brock's or look at the guys waiting behind you.

Kissing your lips gently now before lifting your chin to face him directly, he now looked into your apologetic eyes and whispered that he would therefore correct this misunderstanding and ask the guys to leave. A task he was just about to undertake when your hand suddenly landing on his chest indicated he should wait.

Looking at the guys now and really thinking about what was on offer for this one special night, you then turned back to Brock and flashed him the same mischievous smile he told you more than once captured his heart. You did want this. Nodding his head at the guys then and finally closing the bathroom door, he now led you to the bed and joined Steve and Bucky to await your instructions. It seemed you were going to be in charge.

Taking in the scene around you now and realizing how utterly wrong it looked, you quickly decided on the first course of action at least ... Steve and Bucky needed to join you and Brock in the no clothes department. Clearing your throat then and beckoning the two guys forward, you watched apprehensively as each of them did as they were instructed while Brock now took up residence in the chair that Bucky had just vacated.

Standing before you now as they watched you mull over how you wanted to proceed, the guys however hoped to ease your obvious discomfort. Bending forwards and placing a gentle kiss upon your right cheek, Steve wished you a happy birthday before Bucky did the same on your left while telling you to take all the time you needed. This confidence was further enhanced as you glanced between them to be rewarded with a cheeky wink and a reassuring nod from Brock that reminded you he was here for anything you needed. He always had your back.

Seizing now on Brock's silent encouragement and drawing the memory of your story to the forefront of your mind, you now watched in awe as your hands reached out to undo Steve and Bucky's belts before then going to work on their pants zippers. Realizing then however that there wasn't enough of you to treat each of them the way they deserved, you now sat back on the bed and settled on a different tactic ... it was your birthday after all which meant they should be tending you.

Slipping into the confident bratty attitude you liked your female characters to possess sometimes depending on the story you were telling, you now looked them straight in the eye and ordered both of them to strip. Which took them by surprise if their shocked looks were anything to go by, but thankfully Brock was on hand to add some humor to the situation. Laughing now from his spot on the chair, he reminded the guys once more that they did agree to this before heading out of the room with the promise that he would be back in a moment. Left alone now however, it seemed the guys were only too happy to follow orders and stripping quickly, were now kneeling by your feet in only their boxers when Brock returned to reveal his absence had resulted in a trip to the kitchen to retrieve your cake, complete with lighted candles.

Carefully kneeling also while taking up the space now present at the foot of the bed between Steve and Bucky, Brock then placed the cake before your crossed legs and told you to make a wish. Looking now at all three men waiting patiently for your next move, you took a breath and knowing what the night now held extinguished the flames in one go before waiting to see what happened next.

Producing a knife now, Brock then cut a slice and dividing it up in four pieces, passed one to you, Steve and Bucky before eating the last piece himself. Moaning in delight at the flavor that hit your taste buds while also knowing Brock had created the cake from scratch, you then leaned forwards and kissed him passionately before a completely different atmosphere overtook the room. The fun it seemed was now about to begin.

Handing the cake off to Bucky who placed it safely on the nightstand, the knife now in Steve's hands never left your sight as he brought it to his mouth and licked the remains of the blade in a move you swore was easily the sexiest thing you had ever seen. And it seemed he knew exactly what you were thinking if the wink and smirk he sent your way were any indication.

Squealing in surprise now however as Brock joined you on the bed and used your startled state to remove your bathrobe, you then marveled at the size you'd never taken notice of before when two more bodies climbed up beside you and still managed to lie down comfortably without falling off. Nestled between all three of them now, you watched briefly through hooded eyes as they each removed their boxers but didn't have much time to take in their newly exposed equipment before the flash of silver caught your eye.

Moving over your body now as Steve handed the knife to Bucky, another few cuts and your shocked laughter echoed through the room as your chest, stomach and intimate mound became interesting plates for slices of cake the guys then began to eat off your squirming frame. Eating, licking and nipping at your flesh now as their mouths made short work of the sweet dessert, you tried to figure out how they all managed to work around you but another feeling was making this task rather impossible.

It seemed this was how they planned to get things heated up.

Finishing up their slices then as Bucky took another piece and tenderly fed it to you, you swallowed it and any embarrassment you might have been feeling when Brock now spoke and took control of the room. "Okay guys remember, we're going to be thorough but gentle. Bucky, you've got her mouth. Steve, the pussy is all yours. And I my darling," winking at you now before continuing, "will take your ass if you're so inclined."

Gulping now as a memory returned of the one time you had mentioned this exact activity to Brock, you took a few moments to really gauge if he was serious and when you saw the love and sincerity reflected back at you, you knew this was it. He was finally willing to try out the one kink you had been hoping to explore. Though how these three massive powerhouses would manage to pull this off still totally baffled you. Not that you had time to tell them so. Reminding Steve and Bucky of the text messages they exchanged earlier, it now became apparent all that they had discussed when both the super soldiers agreed that they would not come inside you. It seemed every little detail had been agreed beforehand.

Looking quizzically at them now as you wondered if you would even survive this birthday bash, it was Bucky who somehow picked up on your apprehension and bent down to kiss you gently before speaking. "Don't worry doll, Steve and I are used to sharing and Brock knowing exactly how you like things means we got this covered. By the time we're done all you'll feel is totally blissed out," he promised and as the other two guys nodded in agreement you found it very hard to argue. That and the heat growing between your thighs and you knew if you turned back now you would only come to regret it. So smiling at them now, you lay back down against the pillows and waited to see how they planned on making all this work.

And you had to admit the whole thing was fascinating.

Knowing exactly who was using which hole, they still had to discuss how best to do it without causing you any degree of discomfort. This however was easily sorted out by a more shocking revelation as to the exact relationship between Steve and Bucky. It seemed women weren't the only things they shared and as Brock pulled you towards him so Bucky could seat himself where you just lay, Steve now laying down on his back with his head between the brunet's legs told you far more than you even needed to know.

These two had explored each other's bodies also.

Fascinated now by how this situation had come to be and dying to have them answer all the questions currently rattling around inside your head, their privacy would last a while longer however as Steve now broke through your distracted state and directed the next step in this wild adventure. "All right sweetheart, time to sit on over here and get a taste of Bucky," he now suggested as you finally focused on their hands leisurely working over their members which only now held your undivided attention.

How the hell were you ever supposed to take those?

Gulping at this thought now while moving back slightly towards the man who had organized this whole thing, his strong arms did little to reassure you however when you then remembered where he planned on slotting his tool. This whole thing was nuts. Here on the bed waiting to fill you up were three of the most gorgeous, powerfully built men you had on more than one occasion based the figures in your erotic novels on, but damn, never did you think that you would actually live out one of those same scenes.

Not that you had actually ever written a scene like this one.

Holding you closer now while murmuring words of love, praise and encouragement against your skin, precum now leaking from the cocks of the super soldiers told you it was time. Which was only confirmed further when a bottle of lube whipped past your ear and was caught successfully by Brock's outstretched hand. Focusing on Steve completely now as the cough he released brought you back to his earlier instruction, the moisture now pooling between your legs confirmed that any second guessing was over. Your body wanted this.

Turning slightly now to kiss Brock once more, you then moved forwards towards Steve's waiting body and placed your hand alongside his just to get a feel of his equipment. And what a feeling it was. Warm, thick and hard, it was most definitely his girth that surprised you the most. Of course Brock was not a small man by any means, but he was still human. Steve on the other hand was clearly enhanced and reaching out now to Bucky as well who while not as thick was definitely longer, your core now pulsed at the thought of taking these two men.

It seemed eager in fact to get started.

Letting go of Bucky's shaft and placing your knees now on either side of Steve's sculpted waist, you ran your weeping folds along Steve's rod before fixing your gaze on him and asking the one question that needed confirming. "No coming inside?" This he confirmed with the sincerest of promises and now with all the confidence you could muster, your moans joined his as you placed his head at your entrance and both of you moved as one. Dropping your head on his chest then as he gave you time to adjust to the fullness now enveloping your lower half, your head then rising up to smile at him was just the sign he needed. It was time to start moving.

Thrusting gently upwards now so as not to hurt you, the rhythm was extremely enjoyable and as your walls got used to every ridge and bump, you slowly relaxed more and more until you realized he was now fully nestled within you. Which actually shocked you. Telling him so then through slightly labored breaths, he left out a labored chuckle himself before reminding you that there was still two-thirds of the excitement to come.

Remembering now that the two of you were not alone, you then looked up at Bucky to see him still stroking his own shaft as you licked your lips in anticipation, but apparently it wasn't to be. Distracting you with his fondling and leaning forwards now to kiss your lips, two new hands replacing Steve's on your hips reminded you of what your husband had planned ... and part of you actually panicked. Seeing all their sizes was one thing, having them inside you now that Steve was taking up so much space was totally another. Your body was not meant for this. Sensing your panic however, Brock now nestled against your back and promised if you focused all your attention on Bucky the experience wouldn't seem half as shocking. Doing what he suggested, Steve remained perfectly still and Bucky discussed the day's activities as the sound of a cork popping was now the only other thing that competed with his voice.

Pouring a generous amount of lube then around the hole you wanted explored, but at the same time didn't, the chill of it shocked you far more than the feeling that followed shortly after when what you assumed was one of Brock's fingers breached the ring. In fact, it felt surprisingly slippery. Adjusting to this new sensation now and acknowledging that it was one you could definitely get used to, another finger later and your body began to crave more. Maybe it was the fact that Steve was just laying still below you watching every little reaction show upon your features, maybe it was the moisture trickling down your folds to collect at the base of his member or maybe it was that their teasing was reaching the point of being torture ... but you had reached the end of your patience.

Whining out now as Steve held you and Brock's fingers continued to tease and stretch this unexplored region, an empty pop replaced by a warm round pressure told you this torment was finally at an end and it was time for the next part of this adventure to begin. Looking into Bucky's excited blue eyes now as he talked you through what was about to happen, a slight amount of pressure later and you swore you were going to burst. Crying out now from the overwhelming feeling engulfing your nether regions, it took you a while to realize that Steve still hadn't moved in all this time and part of you actually wondered if he hadn't by any chance fallen asleep. Looking down to check however, he smiled up at you as Brock found his rhythm and when you smiled back at him that was when the real fun began.

Thrusting into your pussy now when Brock pulled out of your ass so only the head of his thing remained inside, they worked this rhythm back and forth until the fluttering in your core began to build and radiate outwards. This was when you really knew you were in trouble. Breathing heavier now as the guys panted out how well you were taking both of them, Bucky now placing his right hand on your head brought a shocked protest bubbling forth from your mouth. No way you could do this.

Licking your lips now in anticipation however, he gently moved you towards his erection as the guys continued to distract you with their own activities. Coaxing you next to stick out your tongue, his muscle now touching yours as Steve chose that same moment to hit a spot inside your pussy that had you crying out gave Bucky the perfect opening he needed. Pushing your head forwards now those few extra inches and as his head hit the back of your throat all three guys stilled within you. The four of you were now one.

Breathing slowly through your nose now and whatever bit of your mouth Bucky's shaft wasn't currently occupying, the adjustment period didn't last long however before your head soon began to bob up and down along the warm object. Adjusting to the new and complex rhythm all three guys now managed to employ, things proved a whole lot easier when you found your own comfortable pace and incorporated it into the pleasure each of them was giving you.

You were now a well oiled machine.

Giving up control now and simply breathing through your nose as the guys did exactly what they wanted, slapping skin, wanton moans and tightening muscles told you all four of you were nearing the edge. Fucking and swearing later as your muscles now began to strangle all of the items they had used to work you to this state, Steve and Bucky suddenly pulling out of you as Brock's fingers teased your secret bundle of nerves told you the dam was a about to burst.

And burst it did indeed.

Firing off all the tension built up inside you now, Bucky coming on your face and chest while Steve let loose against your stomach was nothing compared to the torrent you felt expelled from you and Brock. Coming stronger than you had ever come before, the waterfall leaving your pussy as Brock shook within your ass made you wonder how you could go back to one on one sex after this. But then again, perhaps after this regular old one on one sex might actually be a nice relaxing pace.

Allowing Brock to continue to work you through the never ending orgasms now as Steve and Bucky ran their fingers through their release and offered you a taste, another powerful burst from this uniquely erotic experience and you were done. Panting out heavily now as your body shook from the overload of wild experiences, Brock released his final burst and pulled out just as your body succumbed to exhaustion and toppled forwards onto Steve's waiting frame. Embarrassed however that you had now smeared cum between the two of you, the blond just chuckled and ran his hands along your back as Bucky caressed your face while Brock it seemed was not yet finished with you.

Spreading your cheeks apart now as the super soldiers continued to lavish you with praise and tender touches, you were shocked back to reality once more when a warm tongue now began to work its way between your ass and pussy. Cleaning you up now of your nectar as well as his own, you would have loved in this moment to push Brock from your overstimulated core but Steve was having none of it. Holding your arms perfectly still by your side, it seemed one more orgasm was waiting within you and as Brock sucked the last of your moisture from you, one more powerful wave took all awareness from you.

Waking up shortly afterwards then back on the bed completely spent as the guys said their goodbyes and Brock was heard starting up the shower to clean you up of cake, cum and saliva residue, you had to admit that while this was an experience you were not willing to take part in ever again it most certainly made this a birthday you would never forget and that was saying something.

#Missy's Birthday Celebration #Brock Rumlow #soft!Brock rumlow x female reader #Bucky Barnes #soft!Bucky Barnes x female reader #Steve Rogers #soft!Steve Rogers x female reader

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saiyanprincessswanie · 6 months ago

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SaiyanPrincessSwanie Reading List Week 211 & 212

A/N: Thank you again to those who gave me recommendations for fanfics. 💜 This week had me reading 35 fics. Absolutely amazing stuff here. This has been so much fun for me and I hope you enjoy my reading lists.

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I love you 3000 💜 Missy

Blue Bonnets - (Brock x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie

Christmas with you - (Bucky x Reader) - @mostly-marvel-musings

The life he always wanted - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Wrong side? - (Brock x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

jealousy, jealousy - (Bucky x Reader) - @auroralwriting

I Hate It When You're Drunk (4) - (Bucky x Reader) - @deliciousangelfestival

there is no other love, it's only yours - (Bucky x Reader) - @mellowsaturns

just the way you are - (Bucky x Reader) - @mellowsaturns

Language - (Steve x Reader) - @mercurial-chuckles

Single Looks Good - (Steve x Reader) - @itsanerdlife

Imagine Steve Hating That You're a DareDevil - @itsanerdlife

Two for One - (Frank x Reader x Nick) - @stargazingfangirl18

Princess - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Saving you - (Brock x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Love Dust - (Multi Characters x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Blooms of Spring - @lfnr-blog-blog-blog

Emerald Eyes - (Steve x Black!Reader) - @awesomerextyphoon

Cold hearted - Chp 2 - (Multi Pairings) - @missvelvetsstuff

Finding Home (10) - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Indecent Proposal - (7) - (Stucky x Reader) - @holylulusworld

all to myself - (Bucky x Reader) - @mellowsaturns

Singing - (Brock, Jack) - @nekoannie-chan

Frustration - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

I Hate It When You're Drunk - (5) - (Bucky x Reader) - @deliciousangelfestival

The Peach - (Lloyd x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Car Rides - (Bucky x Reader) - @nastybuckybarnes

I Hate It When You're Drunk - (6) - (Bucky x Reader) - @deliciousangelfestival

Mercy 3 - (Fem!Reader x Steve; Curtis; Jake; Lloyd; Robert Pronge) - @stargazingfangirl18

Let Me Tempt You - (Bucky x Reader) - @targaryenvampireslayer

Behind the Mask - (Steve x Reader) - @labella420

Bucky Barnes Drabble - @mostly-marvel-musings

Hearing - (Clint x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Art therapy - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Guilty flashback - (Jack R x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Born - (Brock x OFC) - @nekoannie-chan

#saiyanprincessswanie #recommended reading #missy reads #missy reblogs #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #brock rumlow x reader #Frank Adler x reader #Nick Vaughn x reader #stucky x reader

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literaryavenger · 1 year ago

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Captain America: The Winter Soldier - 3

Summary: You find out the truth about Fury and, after he brings you up to speed, you make plans to take down Hydra for good.

Pairing: platonic!Steve Rogers x F!Reader, platonic!Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader, platonic!Sam Wilson x F!Reader, platonic!Nick Fury x F!Reader, platonic!Maria Hill x F!Reader

Warnings: Language. Pierce being a dick. Mentions of death. Mentions of fighting and fire arms. The Winter Soldier, he's a warning. My poor attempts at being funny. Idk, everything else in the movie?

Word Count: 3.8K

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The ride is quiet until Steve, who was shocked into silence until this moment, says “It was him.”

You look at him on your right but his gaze is to the floor. “He looked right at me like he didn’t even know me.”

“How's that even possible?” Sam says from in front of Steve. “It was, like, seventy years ago.”

“Zola.” Steve answers without skipping a beat. “Bucky's whole unit was captured in '43. Zola experimented on him. Whatever he did helped Bucky survive the fall. They must have found him and…” he trails off, looking up at Sam.

“None of that's your fault, Steve.” Natasha says and you turn your attention on her.

“Even when I had nothing, I had Bucky.” You're too busy looking at Natasha’s palling face to be sad for Steve.

“We need to get a doctor here.” You say, your eyes landing on the blood on her shoulder, which apparently Sam noticed too.

“We don't put pressure on that wound,” he says, turning to the agent next to him “she's gonna bleed out here in the truck.”

The guard pulls out an electric rod and looks like he's gonna use it on Sam but, suddenly, he pokes the other guard with it.

You're all so fucking confused until the guard takes out his helmet to reveal a groaning Maria Hill.

“That thing was squeezing my brain.” she looks at all of you while you let out a breath of relief, but she lands on Sam and then looks back at Steve, pointing at him. “Who’s this guy?”

“Long story” you say and, when she narrows her eyes at you, you roll your own. “I’m handcuffed too, I’m obviously on your side.” you say while raising your cuffed hands and raising an eyebrow.

She softens but relented only after receiving a nod from Steve, confirming what you're saying.

She helps you escape and soon you're entering a seemingly abandoned facility, Natasha leaning on you for balance.

A man you recognize as one of the doctors that were operating on Fury runs towards you and you frown.

What the hell’s going on?

“GSW. She’s lost at least a pint.” Hill says to the doctor.

“Maybe two.” Sam adds.

“Let me take her.” the doctor says, but Maria stops him.

“She’ll want to see him first.” she says while she leads the way, the doctor helping you carry Natasha.

Hill takes you to a room where you’re all shocked to find Fury lying in a bed, alive.

“About damn time.” he says and you almost cry after hearing his voice.

You all sit down and, as the doctor starts to work on Natasha’s wound next to you, you all listen intently as Fury explains what’s going on.

“Lacerated spinal column,” he ends by listing his injuries “cracked sternum, shattered collarbone, perforated liver, one hell of a headache.”

“Don't forget your collapsed lung.” the doctor says from Nat’s other side.

“Oh, let's not forget that.” Fury says sarcastically “Otherwise, I'm good.”

“They cut you open,” Natasha says, you knew she took it hard after all. “your heart stopped.”

“Tetrodotoxin B.” He says like it was obvious. “Slows the pulse to one beat a minute. Banner developed it for stress. Didn't work so great for him, but we found a use for it.”

“Why all the secrecy?” Steve voices what you're all thinking.

“Yeah.” you add, obviously hurt. “Why not just tell us?”

“Any attempt on the director's life had to look successful.” Hill answers for him.

“Can't kill you if you're already dead.” Fury seems amused with himself, then gets more serious. “Besides, I wasn't sure who to trust.”

You try not to take that too personally and, glancing at Natasha, you can tell when she meets your eyes that she's trying to do the same.

Fury gives you guys some time to process everything before you move to a room with a table to start strategizing on how to move forward.

“This man declined the Nobel Peace Prize.” Fury says while looking at a picture of a young Pierce. “He said, Peace wasn't an achievement, it was a responsibility. See, it's stuff like this that gives me trust issues.” He finishes looking at you guys.

“We have to stop the launch.” Natasha says, ignoring Fury’s last remark.

“I don't think the Council's accepting my calls anymore.” He says while opening a case containing three chips.

“What's that?” you and Sam ask at the same time, glancing at each other.

“Once the Helicarriers reach three thousand feet,” Hill says, turning her computer around and showing you “they'll triangulate with Insight satellites becoming fully weaponized.”

“We need to breach those carriers and replace their targeting blades with our own.” Fury cuts in.

“One or two won't cut it. We need to link all three carriers for this to work, because if even one of those ships remains operational” she hesitates for a moment “a whole lot of people are gonna die.”

“We have to assume everyone aboard those carriers is HYDRA. We need to get past them, insert the server blades, and maybe, just maybe, we can salvage what's left-” Fury gets cut off by Steve.

“We're not salvaging anything.” he says sharply. “We're not just taking down the carriers, Nick. We're taking down SHIELD.”

“SHIELD had nothing to do with it.” Fury says defensively.

“You gave me this mission, this is how it ends.” Steve has his Captain voice on and you know there's no room for discussion. “SHIELD's been compromised, you said so yourself. HYDRA grew right under your nose and nobody noticed.”

“Why do you think we're meeting in this cave? I noticed.” Nobody else says anything, just watching back and forth from Fury to Steve.

“And how many paid the price before you did?”

“Look, I didn't know about Barnes.” Fury says after a moment.

“Even if you had, would you have told me? Or would you have compartmentalized that, too?” He's almost glaring now. “SHIELD, HYDRA, it all goes.”

“He's right.” Hill simply says, nodding.

Fury looks at Natasha, but she simply stares back and he knows he’s not gonna have any help from her, so he turns to you.

“You’re okay with this, Agent?” he asks you and you don’t even have to think twice about it.

“We took an oath to protect people, Fury.” you tell him, holding his gaze. “If taking down Shield does that, and I believe it does, I’m game.” you shrug.

He then turns to the last person in the room.

“Don't look at me.” Sam says, also shrugging. “I do what he does, just slower.”

You grin at him while Fury scoffs a little.

“Well,” He starts, sitting back and sighting, looking at all of you before staring back at Steve. “It looks like you're giving the orders now, Captain.”

After you make our plan, Steve goes outside for some air. You and Sam watch him leave, then look at each other, a silent question hanging between you two.

“You go.” you tell him and he nods before following after the supersoldier.

When you turn around you’re met with Fury and Hill’s curious looks and Natasha’s smirking face.

“What?” you say annoyed, crossing your arms defensively in front of you.

“You and Wilson, huh.”

“Get your mind out of the gutter, Romanoff.” you tell her as you sit back down. “He’s a nice person, you know as well as I do how rare it is to find that in our line of work.” your gaze shifts to the table but you can still feel their gazes on you.

“You couldn’t have known, YN.” Fury says, seemingly reading your mind. Your eyes snap up to his, he's never called you by your first name.

“I should’ve, Nick.” you exchange the favor. “All the closed meetings, all the shady attitudes… I should’ve seen it. I’m trained to see it.” you're frustrated with yourself, with all the adrenaline out of your body now you’re left only with guilt.

Surely if you’d have seen it sooner you could’ve done something. Maybe the outcome would’ve been different.

“They tricked all of us.” Nat says, glancing at Fury and resting her hand on your shoulder.

“You’re a good agent,” Hill interjects, “don’t doubt yourself because of those traitors.”

“You’re right.” You nodded after a moment, putting your hand on top of Nat’s on your shoulder and looking back at Fury. “You’re all right.”

As you finish the details of the plan, only one thing is missing.

“How do we get the Director there?” Hill asks after Sam joins you, informing you that Steve went looking for a uniform, whatever that means, and would meet you there.

“Uh, I have an idea.” you says, leaning back in your chair and smirking.

They all suit up and leave after making sure your comms work.

“Be careful.” you hug Natasha before they leave “All of you.” you add looking over her shoulder at Hill that nods and Sam that grins and then winks at you.

You go back to the room where Fury is and he asks, “So where’s our ride?”

“On its way.” you simply say, checking your phone.

You can hear the others through the comms as they meet up with Steve, his own voice coming to your ear as he puts his own earpiece in.

“Where’s Y/N?” he questions the team.

“Awe, you miss me already, Cap?” you say and can hear the other’s laughter.

“You wish.” you can practically hear his eyes rolling.

“I do wish.” you answer, laughing. “I’m with Fury, don’t worry we’ll be there in time.”

You’re both suited up too when you hear loud noises coming from outside, Fury gives you a confused look but you just smile and wiggle your eyebrows playfully as you lead the way to the roof.

A helicopter lands and the pilot gets out and makes his way towards you, shaking your hand before heading downstairs where a car is waiting for him. You make your way to the pilot’s seat and Fury takes the co-pilot’s seat.

“Where did you even get this?” He questions you after putting on the headphones while you start the helicopter, ready for take off.

“You’re not the only one with connections, Director.” you answer, glancing at him with a smile and can hear him laugh next to you.

The whole time you can hear the team’s conversation, everything’s going according to plan thankfully, and nobody’s gotten hurt yet.

Just as you hear Natasha say “don’t worry, company’s coming” to who you assume is Pierce you land the helicopter on the landing pad.

You and Fury make your way inside and Pierce is nothing short of surprised at seeing Fury alive, much to your delight.

“Did you get my flowers?” he says sarcastically and, when Fury only glares at him, he turns his attention to you. “Agent.”

“Asshole.” you greet him with a smile.

“I'm glad you're here, Nick.” he turns his attention back to him.

“Really? Cause I thought you had me killed.”

“You know how the game works.” Pierce says, as calm as a sociopath.

“So why make me head of SHIELD?” Fury has to know.

“Cause you were the best and the most ruthless person I ever met.”

“I did what I did to protect people.”

“Our enemies are your enemies, Nick. Disorder, war. It's just a matter of time before a dirty bomb goes off in Moscow, or an EMP fries Chicago. Diplomacy? Holding action, a band-aid. And you know where I learned that?” He doesn’t give him time to answer, clearly enjoying his evil mastermind speech. “Bogota. You didn't ask, you just did what had to be done. I can bring order to the lives of seven billion people by sacrificing twenty million. It's the next step, Nick, if you have the courage to take it.”

“No,” Fury says, taking Pierce to the retinal scanner, guns on him from both Nat and you “I have the courage not to.”

“Retinal scanner active.” the computer says.

“You don't think we wiped your clearance from the system?” Pierce says smugly.

“I know you erased my password, probably deleted my retinal scan, but if you want to stay ahead of me, Mr. Secretary,” he takes off his eyepatch to reveal his scarred eye and you grimace. “you need to keep both eyes open.”

They both look into the retinal scanner, with Fury using his injured eye.

“Alpha Level confirmed.” The computer says “Encryption code accepted. Safeguards removed.”

You can hear Steve and Sam talking in your ear as you hold Pierce at gunpoint while Nat finishes uploading the files online.

Sam saying to Steve that he’s heavier than he looks makes you smile, Steve answering “I had a big breakfast” makes you almost snort because Sam made him that breakfast, but you stay professional.

You hear Sam apologizing to Steve after being grounded, his suit broken, and then Maria telling Sam that Rumow’s heading your way. Sam says he’s on it and then you hear Steve trying to plead with Bucky before he starts fighting him.

“Done.” Natasha finally says “And it's trending.”

Just then Pierce sets off the pins he gave the council members, causing it to burn a hole into them. You, Natasha and Fury point your guns at Pierce but he turns to Natasha.

“Unless you want a two inch hole in your sternum, I'd put that gun down.” Natasha doesn't back down though “That was armed the moment you pinned it on.”

You all reluctantly lower your weapons.

You can hear Sam saying “Man, shut the hell up” and frown, then you hear him fighting probably with Rumlow and you sincerely hope Sam lands some good punches.

“Lieutenant, how much longer?” Pierce asks into his radio.

“Sixty-five seconds to satellite link. Targeting grid engaged. Lowering weapons array now.” you hear the response.

You hear Hill counting down too. “Thirty seconds, Cap!”

you can hear Steve get out a strangled “Stand by.”

You hear him struggle, then he says “Charlie-” but gets interrupted by a gunshot and you hold your breath, already imagining the worst and barely hearing Pierce talking into his radio.

Just as they’re about to give the order to fire you hear Steve again saying “Charlie locked.” and you feel like all three of you let out a breath of relief at the same time. Although your relief is short lived as you hear Steve telling Maria to fire.

You all look outside as the Helicarriers start going down.

“What a waste.” Pierce says, disgusted at the sight in front of him.

“Are you still on the fence about Rogers' chances?” Nat says as smugly as she can with an active weapon pinned to her chest, but Pierce is having none of it.

“Time to go, Councilwoman.” he grabs her arm “This way, come on. You're gonna fly me out of here.”

“You know, there was a time I would have taken a bullet for you.” Fury tells him as they start to leave.

“You already did.” Pierce glances back at him “You will again when it's useful.” before he can even finish the sentence Natasha activates a small disc that emits an electric shock through her whole body and disables the pin, giving you a chance to kick the phone out of Pierce’s hand while it reboots.

Fury takes this time to pick up a gun and shoots twice at Pierce, then walks over to you as you kneel next to Natasha who’s unconscious on the floor.

“Romanoff!” he says “Natasha!”

“Tasha, come on!” you say desperately.

She slowly opens her eyes. “Ow.” she lets out, before looking up at you two. “Those really do sting.”

You let out a breathless laugh and help her up, glancing back at Pierce dying behind you, a quiet ‘Hail HYDRA’ coming out of his mouth.

You help Natasha into the helicopter, before taking the pilot’s seat again, Fury next to you.

“Please, tell me you got that chopper in the air!” you hear Sam say.

“Sam, where are you?” Natasha asks him as you try to look around for him.

“41st floor, north-west corner!” he sounds like he’s out of breath.

“We're on it, stay where you are.” You say, making your way to him.

“Not an option!” You can hear him pant like he’s running and as you look up you see him jumping out a window, so you tilt the helicopter just enough to allow him to slide in through the door sideways, and then you straighten just as fast, getting out of there just in time as the whole building comes down.

“41st floor! 41st!” Sam yells once he’s caught his breath.

“It's not like they put the floor numbers on the outside of the building!” You yell back at him while glancing behind you as he glares at you.

“Hill, where's Steve?” Natasha says in the comms “You got a location on Rogers?”

You fly around the wreckage, all of you trying to locate Steve although it feels almost impossible with all the damage left by the Helicarriers.

How can you find him? How could he even be alive after not only that fall, but all of the pieces still falling from the sky? He could’ve been knocked out, he could be at the bottom of the Pontomac, slowly drowning-

“There!” Sam interrupts your pessimistic thoughts as he yells and points at a figure along the shore of the river. “That’s him!”

You land as close as him as you can, running out with Sam beside you, Nat and Fury a little behind. As you get close you see that it is indeed Steve, kudos to Sam for his falcon eyes.

The more you get close the more you worry, he looks bloody and beaten. When you’re finally kneeling next to him, you’re praying that he’s alive.

Sam’s hand flies to his neck and you can tell he lets out a relieved sigh, before turning to you. “He’s got a pulse.” he says and you mirror his action.

You pick him up together and take him to the helicopter, placing him inside while Nat takes the pilot’s seat this time and goes straight to the hospital.

With Steve being in the hospital and Fury being technically dead, the joy of being summoned at a committee hearing falls on you and Natasha. After being sworn in, the Committee General asks the first question.

“Why haven't we yet heard from Captain Rogers?” You and Natasha look at each other and she answers.

“We don't know what there is left for him to say. I think the wreck in the middle of the Potomac made his point fairly eloquently.”

“Well, he could explain how this country's expected to maintain its national security now that he, and you, have laid waste to our intelligence apparatus.”

“HYDRA was selling you lies, not intelligence.” you interject.

“Many of which you both seem to have had a personal hand in telling.” you hate to admit it but he’s got you there.

“Agents, you should know that there are some on this committee who feel, given your service record, both for this country” Scudder then looks directly at Nat “and against it, that you belong in a penitentiary, not mouthing off on Capitol Hill.” he says and it takes everything in you not to snap at him as you clench your jaw.

Natasha can see it in your face as you look at each other, so she goes ahead and talks first.

“You're not gonna put me in a prison.” her eyes are still on you “You're not gonna put any of us in a prison. You know why?” You know she's asking you to finish her sentence.

“Do enlighten us.”

“Because you need us.” you say without missing a beat, looking away from Natasha and directly into the man’s eyes. “Yes, the world is a vulnerable place, and yes, we help make it that way. But we're also the ones best qualified to defend it.”

“So if you want to arrest us, arrest us.” Nat says after a pause.

“You'll know where to find us.” you finish.

You both get up and walk out, exchanging a small smile that's quickly hidden for the benefit of the cameras.

A few hours later you and Natasha get to the cemetery just as Fury’s walking away, smirking at each other when you catch the end of his sentence.

“You should be honored, gentlemen.” you say as you get closer.

“That's about as close as he gets to saying thank you.” Natasha finishes for you.

“Not going with him?” Steve asks you as he meets you halfway.

“No.” you both say at the same time.

“Not staying here?” only Natasha answers this time.

“Nah. I blew all my covers,” she glances at you “I gotta go figure out a new one.”

“That might take a while.” he points out.

“I'm counting on it.” She smiles. “That thing you asked for, I called in a few favors from Kiev.” She hands Steve a file. “Will you do me a favor? Call that nurse.”

“She's not a nurse.”

“And you're not a SHIELD agent.” you say and he smiles.

“What was her name again?” he asks.

“Sharon.” Natasha says and you add. “She's nice.”

Natasha kisses Steve on the cheek, hugs you and when she turns to walk away, he looks at you.

“Your face looks better.” you notice. “Well, as good as it can look, considering...” you trail off vaguely motioning to his face with a fake disgusted look and he laughs.

“Yeah, the serum can only do so much.” you laugh too, but then you hear Natasha and you both turn to her.

“Be careful, Steve.” she tells to him “You might not want to pull on that thread.”

And with that, she’s gone.

“You’re not going with Nat?” he asks you as you turn back to him.

“I figured you might need a hand.” you nod to the file in his hand and Steve opens it as Sam walks up to you guys while you steal a glance yourself at the photo of Sergeant Barnes in it.

“You're going after him.” Sam says and it's not a question, it's a statement.

“You don't have to come with me.” He says, his eyes on the file.

“I know.” Sam says, after a moment of silence you finally look away from the photo of 40s Bucky and you see both men looking at you expectantly.

“Chasing a 96 year old brainwashed assassin?” you says, a smile starting to grow on your face “Sounds fun.” you state and Steve nods.

“Really?” Sam deadpans. “What are your weekends like, YLN?”

You only smirk at him in response, then you both turn your attention back to Steve, his eyes back on the file.

“So,” Sam says, “when do we start?”

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