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orionwhispers · 4 years ago

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Bravado // Tommy Shelby Imagine

(A/N - its been a long ass time and i wanted to ease myself back into writing but this ended up being long and also super super angsty. sorry that this illness imagine came during covid idk whats going on with my imagination lol. love you guys SO much thank you for always being there. reblogs, comments and likes mean everything to me.)

trigger warnings - LOTS of angst. fluff. implied smut. my hc that tommy has a fear of illness, bad descriptions of hospitals.

He knew something wasn’t right the minute his car pulled into the driveway and you weren’t waiting for him under the great concrete arch, with that smile on your face that made his knees buckle and heart race like he was a love struck teenager.

You were always there as soon as he came home. Barefoot in a broderie dress in the summer with tousled hair and baby pink toenails. Wrapped in a hand knit blanket with fire flushed cheeks and woollen socks in the winter - even running across the gravel and into his arms in the middle of a storm, the ice cold rain whipping across both of your faces as you kissed under the light of the moon.

No matter how shit his day or week or month was, no matter what stained his hands or darkened his heart, no matter what lay heavy and hard deep in his gut, seeing you made everything vanish in the night air like wisps of smoke. You made everything worth it.

He refused to give into fear, he wasn’t that kind of man, so he swallowed all of the nagging thoughts and apprehensions as he came up to the dark foggy windows and the iron cast door. It felt strange turning his key in the lock without the weight of you in his arms or the sticky peach kisses you left down his jaw and neck, the smell of the vanilla in your hair and lavender on your skin.

The second thing that sent a jolt of white hot electricity down his spine was Mary, watching him anxiously and wringing her hands in the hallway. Usually, she was calm and collected, taking his jacket and leather travel bag with her signature placid smile and gentle fingers. Usually she would return to the kitchen and finish up whatever she was making - a hearty roast lamb with rosemary and garlic and glazed potatoes or a pheasant pie with honeyed carrots, always followed by a three layer chocolate ganache cake that was so thick and rich you practically had to saw through the sponge. She would always have dinner piping hot and dripping with gravy by the time the two of you returned downstairs, no matter how many hours it took for you to get... reacquainted.

Now she looked sheepish and pale, her skin almost translucent under the syrupy yellow lights. There was something about the way she stood, as still as a wraith, that made his blood run cold.

“Mary. Where is she?”

“Mr Shelby, I - ” Her voice was strained and hesitant, like a slowly fraying rope.

“Where is my wife?”

She moved forward, creases forming around her eyes. “We tried ringing you in Liverpool but the hotel said that you had already left, so we...”

“You rang me? Why? What’s happened?” He couldn’t hold back the desperation in his voice, and it lingered and festered around them both like a poisonous gas.

“Mrs Shelby came down with something a few days ago, we thought that it was just a common cold but unfortunately she seems to be getting worse.”

He tore upstairs before he could even think, his shoes leaving perfect muddy footprints on the cream carpet. He almost slipped at the top, and he lurched forward, his hands reaching out and holding onto the portrait hanging above the stairs for stability.

It was the oil of the two of you. A soft, personal picture that revealed more than he ever possibly could. The love in your gazes, the hint of a soft, drunk smile on the dangerous gangsters face as you leaned into him, melting into him like butter, him holding onto you as though he couldn’t bear to let you go. It was his favourite photo, one that always washed a sense of calmness over him, a reminder of the woman that he loved and the way he felt around you. But now he felt as if was riding out a terrible storm.

He lived his life with no fear, he was capable and practical and used to the sound of bullets and the copper sweet smell of blood. There was really only one thing, one terrible thing that he couldn’t control, and that was what drove him crazy.

Sickness.

It gnawed at his insides like a rabid dog, clawed under his skin and settled behind his ribs. Losing someone he loved was like ripping out a piece of his heart straight from his chest, and he knew better than anyone what it was like to lose somebody to a violent, quick death - the pull of a trigger or the smack of a fist. At least in those moments he could lock them away in his mind, he could leap in front of a bullet or crack the neck of any man who dared to get too close to you, but there was almost nothing he could do to stop sickness, and the devastation it caused.

When you first met him it had been a surprise, almost amusing, that this powerful God of a man had these small little quirks. His house was always sparkling clean and smelling of Lysol, his fruit bowls were filled with citrus fruits and round, plump blueberries. He always made sure you were wrapped up warm in the winter, always placing his coat around your shoulders and bringing an extra pair of gloves in case you forgot yours. It was adorable, the way he took care of you,

It wasn’t till a little bit later when you learnt of those he had lost. His mother and his childhood sweetheart taken away from him much too soon. It broke your heart when he told you late one night of the sallow tint of their skin and the way he could almost see them vanishing from earth, the way that illness had moulded and changed those he loved the most.

You understood.

Your best friends older sister had died of tuberculosis when you were young. The elderly woman across the street from your first flat had passed away from a bout of horrendous smallpox. Your brother lost his first child to pneumonia. Times were changing but the fear of disease was ever present. Medicine was improving and so was knowledge, but still there remained a huge, dark cloud of what could happen, one that always hung around your husbands head.

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All Tommy could think was the worst as he ran through the landing. His heart was in his ears and his bones felt loose, like the sweet liquorice the two of you would share at the pictures. He came to a stop by the bedroom door, tentatively pressing his palm onto the wood and ever so slightly pushing it open, listening to the gentle creak it made.

The room was warm. The lace curtains were pulled shut, and your favourite lavender candles were flickering on your vanity, casting syrupy shadows against the wall. He exhaled loudly as he saw you, bundled up under a mountain of satin sheets and hand crocheted blankets, your hair splayed across the pillows.

He moved to your bedside, pretending not to notice the large, untouched jug of water and the tissue box next to you, hoping and silently praying that you weren’t sick - just asleep and waiting for him, ready to wrap your arms around his neck.

You were silent, your lips parting every so often as you breathed, your chest rising and falling. He reached out gently, as though he was picking up shards of glass, and brushed his fingers against your cheek. Your forehead was beading with sweat, your cheeks flushed, and yet your skin was ice cold to the touch. He recoiled quickly, his heart dropping like a weight into his gut, and he inhaled a shaky, deep breath.

He saw something curled up beside your hands, a fluffy white cloud with sparkling emerald green eyes trained on him. Despite everything, he smiled. He thought of your birthday - of strawberry cheesecake and champagne, and surprising you with a ribbon wrapped little kitten as you woke up. He thought of that day often. How you smiled and leapt onto him with tears in your eyes, his whole world blissfully quiet as he spent the day in bed with you and your new best friend.

He would have preferred a big dog, one with sharp teeth and a menacing gaze to ward of visitors whilst he was away. But you were drawn to the tiny, malnourished runt of the litter who was scared of his own shadow. A kitten no bigger than the size of his clenched fist. A little white hairball who only ate and drank from fine pink saucers. A cat that had a very frustrating habit of crawling in the bedroom right as Tommy’s hand was up your skirt and his lips on the sweet spot of your neck, the tiny thing mewling and crying until you picked him up and nuzzled him into your chest.

He was a horse lover through and through, and never saw himself having time for any other pets. But in the summer when you saw the litter from one of John’s barn cats and fell in love with the sweet baby who mewled and cried and crawled right into your lap - he knew that he would give you anything and everything you wanted.

Including a cat who refused to accept that Tommy was the man of the house.

“Hello, boy.” He said, leaning over to scratch Comet under the chin, using a voice he only reserved for the two of you. “Have you been looking after my girl whilst I’ve been gone?”The cat meowed loudly in reply, pressing his head into Tommy’s palm but not moving from his spot beside you.

Tommy suddenly felt you shift under him and his heart lurched into his throat. He turned to face you, cupping the side of your clammy face as your eyelids fluttered open, blinking under the candlelight. A rush of red hot heat built up in his belly as you registered him, that angelic smile growing on your face, your tired eyes glimmering with recognition of the man you loved.

“Tommy?”

“Hi, Princess.”

You smiled sadly. “You’ve been gone for weeks - I missed you.”

He felt his brows crease as he rubbed along your jawline softly, trying to stop you from falling back asleep. He felt panic in his throat as sour as vomit, and he tried to bite back the nagging feeling that something was very wrong.

“No, sweetheart, I’m early. It’s only Thursday. I left on Monday.”

“Oh.” You said softly, your voice as gentle as the breeze rustling through the trees outside. “Well let me welcome you back properly - let me make you a lemon drizzle or a...” You lifted your head from the pillow and shuffled under your blanket, but he pressed his hands against your shoulder and held you down.

“No. You’re staying right here.”

“But - ”

“No.”

“Hmm. Don’t leave me, Tommy.”

“Never.” He said, his tone firm and cast like stone. He stroked your hair softly as your breathing slowed, but it didn’t nothing to quell the hard thump of his heart in his chest.

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Tommy left the room as quietly as he could after you had fallen asleep in his arms. He hadn’t wanted to move, not when you were pressed against his chest, looking ethereal but vacant, sweat beading under your brow and your face lacking colour. He wanted to stay with you, curled up by his side, his fingers laced through yours, the sound of your heart thumping in his ears.

But he was a man of action, and seeing you there - your lips cracked and dry, shudders passing through your body and goosebumps raised over your skin - he couldn’t fight the fiery urge to do everything in his power to make you feel alright again.

He found Mary waiting outside the door, chewing on the skin of her lips and swaying on the balls of her feet in anticipation. He grabbed her by the arm, harder than he meant to and something he would apologise for later, and pulled her downstairs, determined to let you rest whilst he got some answers. As soon as they reached the drawing room he spun her around, clenching his jaw and pointing a finger at the anxious maid.

“Where the fuck is the doctor? Why isn’t he here?”

“Mr Shelby.” She said, stepping forward calmly. “We phoned Doctor Moore and he came on Tuesday to see her.”

“Tuesday?” He seethed. “My wife has been ill since Tuesday and no one called me?”

Mary raised her hands in defeat, making it clear that the decision wasn’t hers to make. “He said it was nothing of concern . He gave her some antibiotics and told her to rest. She asked us herself not to call you, she knows how you.. worry.”

He ignored her sugar coated attempt to quell his anger, but if anything it made his vision darken. “When it’s my wife, It is always my concern.”

“Mr Shelby, we were just doing what we were told. As soon as we noticed she wasn’t getting better we phoned the surgery again, but Doctor Thomas was out for the day and said he didn’t think it was necessary to come round again, so we -”

“I don’t give a fuck. My wife is the number one priority. Ring every doctor in England if you have to, get somebody out here now to see my wife.”

He stormed away, anger pulsating through his veins, but he stopped suddenly, and threw out over his shoulder:

“And call Doctor Moore’s ’office. Tell him to expect a visit from the blinders soon.”

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Once, when you were first dating, you found Tommy at the door to your flat at midnight, with scraped knuckles and blood dripping from his nose. You let him in, cleaned him up and sat with him in the bath until his skin was clear and his breathing was even. He knew that night, as you were pressed against his chest and his lips were pressed to your scalp that he was truly, madly and completely in love with you.

He remembered waking up the next morning, love drunk and blissful, and finding the bed beside him empty. He found you in the kitchen, wincing slightly and pressing a hot water bottle to your belly as you buttered a few pieces of toast. He rushed to your side with eyes as wide as saucers, concern lacing the features that were usually ice cold and hard as stone. You were completely baffled as he held you at arms length, his bright cerulean eyes trailing up and down your body for any signs of injury he might have missed. You were bewildered at the sight of the powerful man practically on his knees as he made sure you were alright, and you bit back a giggle as his warm palms spread over your abdomen.

“What is it? Whats wrong?”

“Tommy. Sweetheart.” You said softly, bringing his gaze level to yours. “It’s just - you know - that time of the month.”

He brushed off your embarrassment and ran his fingers through your hair, pressing a uncharacteristically gentle kiss to your forehead, sending a swarm of butterflies around the pain in your stomach.

“Do you need anything?” He asked, half ready to run down to the corner shop and buy any amount of painkillers or chocolate bars or your favourite lavender tea that you might need; not caring who saw the seemingly terrifying gang leader in the street with an armful of strawberry laces and salt water fudges.

You smiled like the summer sun and he melted, pulling you close as you whispered in the shell of his ear that you only needed him, and that was all you ever needed.

That was the first time you fully saw the extent of Tommy’s fear, but it definitely wasn’t the last. He knew he wanted you forever and always, and it took only six months of neck kisses and pillow talk, red hot jealousy and possessive hands across your skin and dancing in the rain and falling asleep under the pale yellow moon for him to put a ring on your finger. You were both consumed by your love, as though it was the only thing that mattered, it was insatiable and powerful - the wonderful mix of the devil and his sweet little angel.

And with that, came the good and the bad.

Like when you got food poisoning after Arthur cooked you a Sunday lunch to cheer you up whilst Tommy was gone. He came home to you retching over the toilet bowl with Mary holding back your hair, and swore that he would kill his brother with his own hands. Or when you slipped on ice and broke your arm while out with friends in London, and Tommy went ballistic and tried to ban you from ever leaving the house. It was just in his nature, how he always made sure you walked on the side furthest from the road, kept an arm slung around you whenever you were together, kept his eyes alert and vigilant no matter where you were - always looking out for his girl.

But he had never been like this.

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You were falling in and out of sleep. Waking up drowsy and heavy headed, squinting under bright lights, an ache in your skull and a burning in your throat. Every so often you felt a pinch in your upper arm, a squeeze on your palm, a kiss on your forehead - but you always drifted back into unconsciousness.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed when you woke up. The room was dark and you could hear the wind howling and whipping rain across the windows. You felt all too hot and all too cold at the same time, and the bed was damp with sweat. You struggled and tried to sit up, your head swaying and feeling as heavy as one of Tommy’s marble statues; as if you had been carved up and moulded. You could hear voices out in the hall, and unsteadily got to your feet, moving towards the noises.

“Pneumonia?” You heard through the thick wooden door, instantly recognising your husbands voice. “That’s impossible.”

“Sir...”

“Fucking. Impossible.” You knew his teeth were clenched.

The other man cleared his throat.“I know that it’s hard to hear, Mr Shelby, but your wife is very sick.”

“Just...” You felt your heart flutter and clench in your chest as the sound of his broken words, could practically feel his desperation and you wanted nothing more than to hold him. “Just tell me how to make her better.”

The second man spoke again, his voice softening and lowering, something you knew Tommy would hate. “Mr Shelby, the first round of antibiotics didn’t work and that means that it’s time for something stronger. Usually I would suggest the Birmingham hospital but I don’t think it’s equipped for...” He paused, trying to think over his words carefully. He wanted to convey the severity of the situation but also didn’t want to risk getting a bullet in his head from your very protective husband. “...This kind of reaction. I recommend we send her down to London for extra testing.”

“London? That’ll take two fucking hours. How the fuck can you recommend letting my wife travel that far? Are you out of your fucking mind?”

“I’m my opinion this is the wisest choice to make, but unfortunately that could mean your wife might get worse before she gets better.”

“Worse than she already is? That’s not an option.”

The man you assumed was the doctor was insistent, trying his best to portray the severity of the situation but failing as your hardheaded husband had already come to a decision.

“I’ll look after her here. She’s safest with me.”

Once Tommy had spoken that was the final result, and the doctor slinked away into the darkness and shook his head. You remained peering from behind the door, your tongue between your teeth and your heart hammering.

Tommy took one look at you and frowned, scooping you in his arms like a baby despite your protests. He ignored you, acting playfully and cheerful but you could feel his heated skin and the see flare of his nostrils. You wanted to help him but didn’t know how, and let him tuck you under the covers once again. He kissed your crown and stroked your hair and you wanted to speak but no words would leave your mouth.

“You stay there this time. You know I have no problem with tying you to the bed.”

You rolled your eyes as he left, and his clenched fists and tightened shoulders told you all you needed to know.

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Comet watched from his spot beside you as Tommy wrestled with the fire. He had noticed you shivering despite your high temperature, and bundled you up in blankets whilst sparking matches beside the fireplace. There were raindrops across his shoulders, evidence that he had been outside and to the log store right at the end of the property - a job that had always been for the Groundskeeper. Your precious cat nudged the tips of your fingers as you sighed and watched your husband throw kindling onto the coal, a deep unease settling over your gut.

“Tommy, my love, I’m fine.” It wasn’t exactly true but you felt he needed to hear it. But you could practically see your words wash over him and evaporate like ocean spray.

He was shaking a metal tin in his palm as he worked, and you groaned and let your head hit the pillow as he pulled out two round chalky tablets. You winced as he placed them beside your glass, your mouth already tasting like the sour talc medicine you had come to loathe. He raised his eyebrows and shot you a look that told you he wasn’t far off plugging your nose with his fingers to force you to swallow, and you childishly stuck up two fingers as you took them.

Your stomach rumbled with nausea and you bit back the bile in your throat as you settled into the pillows. You watched your husband as he pulled off his crisp white shirt, revealing his taut tan stomach and the deep ink tattoos that you loved to trace with your fingertips and your lips. There was something about him standing there, with those damn cerulean eyes and hidden muscles, that boyish hair and slender fingers that you wanted desperately around your throat, that made a million tiny fireworks spark inside of you.

But instead you pushed him away from you despite your body wanting nothing but him wrapped all around you. “Don’t get too close. I might have something contagious. I can’t have you getting sick.”

He ignored you, smiling inwardly at the way you always put others before yourself. It was one of the million reasons he had fallen for you. You were sweating out a high fever and shivering in pain, and yet you always thought of him first. He pressed his lips to your temple and pulled you closer, knowing that skin to skin was a way to bring down a fever - even if it meant he had to restrain himself from tugging off your pretty little white nightgown and whatever frilly things you had on underneath.

“I’m not going anywhere. Fuck it if I catch anything.”

“That’s easy for you to say. I’m the one who will have to dote on you hand and foot, you big baby.” You teased, pressing yourself into him playfully, finally giving in.

He held you like a child, trying to hard to soften despite the way you felt underneath him. Everything on him was running a mile a minute, and he couldn’t help but want to try everything and everything to make you feel better. His hand was pressed against your temple to always try and measure your fever, his other palm across your chest to try and count your heart rate.

He could hear Mary treading across the landing carpet but he ignored his anxious maid, instead letting himself be completely consumed by the only thing that mattered - you.

This was something he had to do by himself. He was the only one who could care for you he reminded himself. And he let the words tumble over and over in his skull until they were all he could hear.

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You had been asleep for a long time.

Every hour, after pacing the length of the hall and sanitising his hands and wiping the beads of sweat above your brow and above your breasts he woke you up and held a cool glass to your lips. You mumbled and moaned and pushed him away but he kept his fingers across your wrist - harsher than he ever had before - and kept you as close to him as possible.

He couldn’t remember the last time he had cooked. Perhaps it was last valentines when the two of you had camped out under the stars, drinking icy white wine and sharing stolen, day drunk kisses. That night he had roasted a chicken over the fire and it had burnt to a crisp as the two of you rolled around the grass, his head buried in your neck as you giggled at the poultry going up in flames.

He was trying now though, easy, plain substantial meals that wouldn’t upset your stomach. Boiled egg and dippy soldiers. Crackers with smooth cheese. Bubbly water and ginger biscuits. Each time he went upstairs you pushed him away, your whole body shuddering and almost retching, and he felt like smashing the plates against the wall at his defeat.

It had been almost thirty six hours since he had come home and it had been almost as long since you had eaten something, and his heart thundered and shattered in his chest when he found you gasping and wheezing over the toilet bowl when you had taken a bite of toast to calm him. He rarely left you alone, only for a few minutes to put the still full dishes in the sink, to ring Lizzie and tell her that he wouldn’t be coming for reasons that he refused to disclose, to smoke a cigarette under the grey stone archway, his shaking hands and bitten fingernails barely visible through the sleepy rolling fog.

He had grabbed handfuls of papers and the brass ink pen you had got him for your anniversary and broke his own rule - bringing work into your bedroom. It had always been a sacred space. For candlelight and soft laughter, aching hands and heart shaped bruises, a sanctuary for him to breathe and to love and to be loved fully in return. But he was afraid if he didn’t have a distraction, he might just completely lose it, and he had to be there for you.

So he sat squinting in his glasses, the room almost completely dark save for a few candles because of the migraines that had started to spread throughout your skull, and let himself be drawn into the mess of squiggly lines and numbers that suddenly didn’t add up, with you still centre stage in his peripheral.

After about forty minutes of rereading the same sentence a dozen times to try and make some sense of it, he heard your voice, like a small crack spreading across a sheet of ice, coming from the bed.

“Tom?” You sounded so weak, he practically flipped your cream vanity as he got to his feet and darted towards you. “I don’t feel well.”

He lifted you as you reached your arms up at him like a child. He almost gasped at the sweat pouring from your body but didn’t want to scare you, and instead held your shaking, shivering body against his own. How could you be so hot, yet so cold at the same time? Your skin was prickled with goosebumps yet you were burning with a fever, and for the first time in a long time, he had no fucking idea what to do.

He left you propped up against the headboard and he entered the bathroom. He ran over to the claw foot tub you loved, twisting the faucet and trying to find the perfect medium between boiling hot and freezing cold. He didn’t want to overwhelm you, just try and soothe your raging fever, and he ignored the shelves of expensive bath oils and scented soaps that you coveted, instead opting for a handful of something meant to ease tension - praying to whoever was listening that it would help you somehow.

There was a brutal, awful moment as he lifted you from the bed, limp as a rag doll, where he imagined what would happen if your heart were to stop. He couldn’t comprehend what it would be like to miss the weight of you in his arms, the smell of your skin, the feeling of your lips against him, the shovels stopping and fading into nothing. It hit him square in the chest, as merciless as a bullet, and he had to lean against the doorframe to stop the two of you from plummeting to the ground.

He undressed himself first. Tugging his white shirt off, sliding off his slacks and his underwear, keeping you as close to his chest as he could. Then he pulled your nightgown up and over your head. He gathered your hair and secured it up with a claw clip so that it was away from your face, the heat radiating off your neck as fierce as the fire now burnt down to ash in the bedroom.

He lowered the two of you into the bath, sinking down beneath the eucalyptus smelling lukewarm water, letting it wash over you both. Your teeth were chattering and you were barely awake. He gathered handfuls of water, letting it drip over your shoulders and pulse points, grabbing a washcloth and running it over your raised skin, hating how you barely registered his touch. As he scrubbed over your collarbones and up to your face he saw your lips had turned to an awful, silvery blue, as vibrant as a fresh bruise. He hissed and tugged on the plug, now determined to get you wrapped up in a fresh towel and tucked back into bed.

You were soft and placid and he helped you out, lacking the usual fire that he adored. Your eyes were glassy and missing their vibrance, like the vanishing spark of a lighter - and he felt miles and miles of invisible distance between the two of you. You were unsteady on your feet and he used his body to prop you up as he warmed your arms with a fluffy white towel. You suddenly stopped, lifting your hand to your mouth as you started to cough - a horrible, dry, gasping cough.

He noticed it almost immediately. His eyes darting to the splatter of red against the white, a smudge of crimson that was as loud and commanding as a siren, a warning signal that something was definitely not right. A bead of scarlet that would linger long behind his closed eyelids.

He managed to get you back into bed, remaining calm as he stroked your hair and kissed your temple. He tucked you under the duvet and waited for your breathing to even before he ran downstairs, his heart thumping in his ears as he practically ripped the phone off of the wall.

“Pol? Fuck. I think - I think I need help.”

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The room smelt like bleach and metal. Unfamiliar and clinical. There was something hard on your chest and covering your mouth, it tasted like wet pennies and was as heavy as a hand over your throat, but for the first time in days you could finally breathe. You tried to sit up, but there was a needle in your chest, a gown you didn’t recognise cut straight down the middle to accommodate it. You struggled and lifted the thin bedsheet above your shivering torso, trying to look around the cold room.

“Careful!”

It was Polly, dressed immaculately despite her surroundings. She reached out and placed a manicured hand across yours, and you smiled at the woman who had always been a calming influence when you had joined the circus of a family. There was concern in her eyes, rimmed with black eyeliner and lifted lashes but still swimming deep around her pupils. That made you frown, and you moved as much as you could to face her.

“What happened?”

She ran her tongue over her teeth, choosing her words. “You gave us quite a fright, love.”

“I did?” Your memories of the past few days were much like a fever dream, blurry and distorted snapshots were all you could really remember.

“Your pneumonia got worse. A lot worse.” She paused, looking over to the door and you followed her gaze. “They found fluid in your lungs.”

“So...” You started, gesturing to the needle in your abdomen and the breathing apparatus around your head.

She nodded. “Yes. You were in surgery. It was touch and go for a little bit.”

“Really?” You were bewildered. You couldn’t remember anything, let alone having major surgery. You looked her straight in the eye, asking her the questions that had been on the tip of your tongue since you had woken up. “Where is he? Where’s Tommy?”

“He’s outside.” She clicked her tongue, reaching deep into her purse and pulling out some hand cream, gently rubbing your dry hands like she was your mother. You leant into her touch despite all of your questions.

“What? Why?”

“I think he blames himself. God knows what goes on in that mans head. All I really know is he was bloody terrified.” She paused, looking over in the distance. “I’ve never seen him so scared, not even on his wedding day.” She smiled sadly, trying to lighten the mood, but it soon faded. “He didn’t leave your side the whole time you were asleep.”

Your heart thumped in your chest, a soft aching that you knew all too well. “I want to see him.”

“I know you do. But right now...” She stopped right as a handful of nurses entered, clad in long blue dresses with white aprons, hair tied back and smelling of strong soap and disinfectant. You lost Polly in the bustle as one spoke softly to you before tugging on the needle right beside your ribs, your eyes just catching hers as she left, a promise to see you soon on her lips.

It wasn’t her you saw next, but Tommy.

The nurses had cleaned you up with wet flannels and bowls of warm soapy water. Your hair had been braided and your face washed, and walked you arm in arm over to the bathroom so you could relieve yourself. A skittish doctor followed after, his eyes darting across you and his touch gentle as he changed your dressings and took your blood - obviously under strict instructions from your husband, and despite everything, you smiled.

You were sat listening to the clock tick. A romance novel you had been given was dangling dangerously close to the end of the bed, but you were too tired to focus on it. You heard the door squeal softly, and the sound of familiar footsteps across the tiling, each small thud sending shockwaves across your spine.

“Tommy.”

He looked tired. Exhausted rather, as though he had been awake all the hours that you had been asleep. His eyes were bloodshot and his skin was sallow and bruised. His clean shaven face was dark with stubble and his hair was ruffled and unwashed. You longed to reach out to him and cradle him against you, but he stood in the doorway, lingering like a ghost.

“Tommy?” You repeated, your voice almost a whisper, breaking his already shattered heart once again.

“How are you feeling, my love?”

You smiled softly, like spun sugar and sweet honey. No hospital bed or itchy gown could dull your infectious light. “Better now.”

He approached you almost cautiously. He settled down on the hard chair beside your bed and stroked a line down from your temple to your lips, his touch setting you alight like an electrical storm. There was a sadness in his eyes that reminded you of how he got when things were bad, and you willed him to come back to you. His touch was tentative and he inhaled shakily as you cupped his hand with yours, pressing a tender kiss to the inside of his palm.

“Don’t scare me like that. Ever.” He was stern, as though hoping his words would make it true. “I mean it.” He kept his gaze on your pretty face, trying his best not to stare at the harsh bruising on your delicate flesh or the sickly tone of your skin.

“Tommy I’m going to get sick, even you can’t stop that.” You teased gently.

“I can bloody well try.” His hands cradled your face, pulling you into him and kissing you fiercely, still mindful of the wires and tubes taped to your body. There was something about the tenderness and deep longing in the kiss that when mixed with your total exhaustion and love for your husband prompted tears to start falling from your eyes. You sniffled as he pulled away, concern dripping from his beautiful features, his powerful mind wanting to do everything and anything to stop your hurting.

“Hey, hey.” He said, running his calloused fingertips under your eyes and wiping your tears away. You leant into his touch and he kissed your temple, squeezing you even tighter into him. “You know I hate it when you cry.” He toyed with your hair and winked playfully. “Besides, all you need to focus on is getting better. You’re going to have to take care of me when we get home, this week has given me a fucking stroke.”

You rolled your eyes, kissing the inside of his wrist. “You’re a idiot, Thomas Shelby.” You blinked at the clock looming above you both, wanting to stay in your blissful bubble but also knowing that Aunt Pol would probably be in the vicinity harassing a poor nurse over your results. “You should go and find Polly, let her know that everything’s alright.”

He shook his head and nuzzled his nose across yours, an act so innocent that your heart dipped and swooped in your chest. “Later.” He said, breathless and consumed by you. Everything had been too much. Almost losing you had been harrowing, it had punctured him completely and he just needed to feel his girl safe and warm around him. He needed to know that you weren’t found anywhere.

“I just want to stay here for a while. Just me and you.”

You grinned. “Always.”

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Stark Spangled Banner

Ch24: Like The Old Man Said…Together Part 1- I Wouldn’t Call It A Comfort

Summary: The Avengers track Ultron and it’s a race against time before the AI can put his plan into action.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark

Warnings: Bad language, Smut (NSFW) violence and crazy assed robots. Oh and “Something dramatic, I hope!”

A/N: This chapter now contains additional content which is why It has been split into two parts.

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Katie Stark and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

A/N: Another massive big up for @angrybirdcr for her edits xx

Chapter 23 Part 2

Stark Spangled Banner Masterlist // Main Masterlist

“I’ve put the boys to work.” Laura gestured out of the window as Katie chewed on her grilled cheese. She’d had a good four hours sleep and was feeling much better after a scalding hot shower. She glanced across the lawn area to where Steve and Tony were positioned at the side of the house, both holding an axe, stood by a stack of large logs and two piles of smaller logs.

“You got Tony doing manual labour?” Katie grinned at her. “Well played.”

Laura chuckled and then began to chat to about her plans for dinner. “Clint suggested comfort food. fried chicken and Mac and Cheese to be specific”

“You’ll win Steve over instantly.” Katie leaned against the counter. “I’m happy to help, lot of people to feed, not to mention Stevie eats enough for three.”

“You wanna take her up on that.” Clint walked into the kitchen and opened a drawer near the door.“She’s a damned good cook is Nova. Obviously, not as good as you, babe.” He added as a quick afterthought. “Smooth Barton…” Katie laughed as Laura threw a tea towel at his head. Easily catching it ant tossing it back, he pulled a tape measure from the drawer and left through the backdoor, still laughing, the kids trailing behind him.

Katie stared at the back door as it shut, the normality of the scene suddenly hitting her. He had a wife, two children, and still managed to hold down the ridiculous lifestyle the Avengers and SHIELD demanded.

“How do you do it?” She blurted out. The woman placed the last plate on the sink to drain and straightened up. “I mean this, it’s so ordinary.” she turned, once more looking out of the window. She watched Steve swing his axe, his light blue Under Armour skin top clinging to every part of his torso.

“It’s possible…” Laura mused, standing behind her as she followed the younger woman’s gaze. You know, to have a domestic life…well, a variation on one, away from the mess.”

“Problem is the pair of us are tangled in the mess.” Katie muttered, not taking her eyes off Steve.

“Well then, you should understand each other more.” Laura pointed out, before she changed the subject. “Here, they could probably use a drink. You wanna take ‘em that jug of ice tea for me?”

“Sure.”

A minute or so later Katie crossed the lawn with a tray sporting a full jug and two glasses towards where both men where stood by the decreasing mound of large logs and the two increasing mounds of smaller ones. Steve’s pile of cut logs was significantly bigger than Tony’s, which was hardly surprising.

And the pair of them were bickering which was also not surprising.

“Is that a problem?” Steve asked, picking the two halves he had just cut up and throwing them onto his pile, bristling slightly at the fact Tony was digging into why he wasn’t as affected by the Maximoff’s visions as everyone else. Truth be told he had been affected, big time, but since he and Katie had talked it through he felt better. But he wasn’t about to tell anyone that, frankly it was no ones’ business what any of them had seen bar their own.

“I don’t trust a guy without a dark side. Call me old fashioned.” Tony shrugged

“Well let’s just say you haven’t seen it yet.” Steve glowered at him, his temper starting to rise. He couldn’t help but feel pissed at Tony, because if it wasn’t for him they wouldn’t even be in this mess.

“You know this is what he’s trying to do right?” A soft voice spoke and Steve turned to see Katie setting a tray of drinks down behind them. They both turned to look at her “Ultron is trying to tear us apart.”

“Well I guess he’d know.” Steve jerked his head in Tony’s direction “Whether he tells us is a bit of a question”

“Banner and I were doing research-”

“That would affect the team” Steve picked up another log. His voice was gaining momentum, and Katie let out a groan, she knew he was getting angry.

“That would end the team” Tony said simply, “Isn’t that the mission? Isn’t that the “why” we fight, so we can end the fight, so we get to go home?”

Without so much as a huff of noise, Steve ripped the log he was holding apart with his bare hands in a fit of temper that aroused Katie far more than it should have done. Tony raised his eyebrows slightly and Steve’s chest heaved as he regained his composure. He turned to look at Tony and spoke, his voice calm and measured.

“Every time someone tries to win a war before it starts, innocent people die. Every time.” He spoke softly but sternly, trying to make his point. Loki, Hydra, SHIELD with Insight.. now this.

“I’m sorry. Mr. Stark,” Laura headed across the lawn towards them all. “Uh, Clint said you wouldn’t mind, but, our tractor, it doesn’t seem to want to start at all. I thought maybe you might…

“Yeah, I’ll give her a kick.” Tony smiled at Laura then as he turned to leave he looked back at Steve delivering his next line with the air of a petulant child “Don’t take from my pile.”

“You know if he wasn’t your bother…” Steve reached for a glass of tea, draining it in one and leaving his sentence hanging. Katie took a deep breath and stood up.

“Cut him a bit of slack yeah?” Her eyes flashed. “The Maximoff girl. She got to him too.”

Steve looked down at her and frowned, that was news to him. “But I thought…”

“It was the day we found the sceptre.” Katie said. “She got to him in Strucker’s lab only he didn’t know what it was at the time. And you wanna know what he saw?” her voice wasn’t angry but she levelled Steve with a look that left him with no uncertain terms she was defending her brother “He saw us all dead because he hadn’t tried hard enough.” Steve inwardly groaned as she finished. “That’s what Ultron is about, that’s why he started it again.”

“Sorry, I didn’t know.” Steve shook his head, gently

“Well now you do.” Katie shrugged and decided to change the subject, “Oh, and by the way, what you did with that log back then-” she mimed pulling something apart. “-kinda turned me on a hell of a lot more than it should.”

He grinned and stepped towards her, closing the short distance they were apart “Well, if we go back inside I can…”

“Nice try, you have wood.” Katie pointed the logs

“Yes and I’d kinda like to do something about it!”

“Steve!” Katie spluttered out through her laugh, as she hit him in the chest, mentally making a note toe have words with Sam for teaching him innuendoes and street slang

He stepped back, laughing and rubbing at the spot where her hand had connected with him. He cocked his head playfully to the right, and was about to say something else about the fact he was feeling pretty horny on account of it being a few days since they’d last enjoyed one another seeing as his plans for her and that tight blue dress had been interrupted post the party, but Katie’s attention was taken by something else.

“Lucky!” She grinned crouching down to pet the dog who was jumping all over her, giving out little barks. “Man you got big!” Steve looked down at his girl and the sandy coloured dog, frowning as he noticed it only had one eye.

“Is this the pizza eating puppy you talked about?” he asked, bending down to pet the dog. “Sure is.” Katie grinned standing up as the dog ran off back to Barton after he whistled. “Not so much of a puppy now though.”

She smiled and made her way back over to the house. Steve looked at the pile of logs, then her, then back and picked up his axe again.

Inside, Katie started to help Laura with the dinner, the pair of them working together easily. Steve and Clint joined them in the kitchen not long after, both men sitting at the table with a beer as Lila scrambled up onto Steve’s knee, Steve waving away Clint’s instruction for her to leave him alone, he didn’t mind one bit. Katie had noticed the small girl sat there, talking to Steve and she’d smiled and turned back to her cooking. She was just rinsing off the salad when she looked up out of the window, seeing something that she really wasn’t expecting.

“I don’t believe it.” She whispered as she watched Tony and the tall, bald headed man with the trench coat and the eye patch walking up the path towards them. She turned to Clint and Steve “We got company, boys.” Both men stood up as the door opened, Lila jumping of Steve’s knee. The soldier’s hands went to his hips, his mouth forming a thin line as his eyes fell onto the man in front of him.

“At ease Soldier…” Fury said, a smile creeping across his face as Tony walked into the room behind him muttering about traitors, Maria Hill and ‘Goth Pirates’

****

“Ultron took you folks out of play to buy himself time.” Fury said glass of water in his hand as he leaned against the kitchen counter. “My contacts all say he’s building something. The amount of Vibranium he made off with, I don’t think it’s just one thing.”

“What about Ultron himself?” Steve asked, he was stood in the doorway to the kitchen, leaning against the door frame, arms folded.

“Ah. He’s easy to track, he’s everywhere. Guy’s multiplying faster than a Catholic rabbit. Still doesn’t help us get an angle on any of his plans though.”

Tony shoved the last piece of the chicken he had been eating in his mouth and walked to the sink to pick up a towel to wipe his hands. “He still going after launch codes? “

“Yes, he is, but he’s not making any headway.”

Katie frowned from her seat at the table, opposite Natasha. “Well that doesn’t make sense. Tony cracked the Pentagon’s firewall in high school for a dare”.

Tony smiled fondly at the memory. That had earned him an ass whooping and a half from his dad.

“Yeah, well, I contacted our friends at the NEXUS about that”. Fury continued

“NEXUS?” Steve questioned.

“It’s the world internet hub in Oslo” Banner explained, he was stood behind Natasha leaning against the sideboard. “Every byte of data flows through there, fastest access on earth.”

At that point Lila ran into the room, a piece of paper in her hand.

“So what’d they say?” Clint asked, turning 3 darts over in his hand from his stance a few feet away from Fury.

Lila handed the piece of paper to Natasha, who looked at her, then the paper, grinning and gave the little girl a one armed hug. She placed the paper down on the table and Katie noticed that it was a watercolour paint picture of a butterfly.

“He’s fixated on the missiles.” Fury drained his glass of water. “But the codes are constantly being changed.

“By whom?” Tony questioned. At that point Clint threw the darts straight past Tony, about an inch or so away from his ear straight into the bullseye of the dart board. Tony spun round to glare at him, Clint shrugged apologetically, grinning at the same time. Hawkeye by name, Hawkeye by nature.

“Parties unknown.” Fury said, a puzzled tone to his voice

“Do we have an ally?” Katie asked.

“Ultron’s got an enemy, that’s not the same thing.” Fury looked at her “Still, I’d pay folding money to know who it is”

“I might need to visit Oslo, find our unknown.” Tony pondered, to no one in particular.

“Well, this is good times, boss, but I was kind of hoping when I saw you, you’d have more than that.” Natasha sighed, leaning back in her chair.

“I do.” Nick looked round the room. “I have you.”

Everyone shared a look round the room at one another. None of them were feeling particularly useful if truth be told.

“Back in the day, I had eyes everywhere, ears everywhere else.” Fury continued “Yet here we all are, back on Earth, with nothing but our wit, and our will to save the world. So stand. Outwit the platinum bastard.”

“Steve doesn’t like that kind of talk.” Natasha looked at him.

“You know what, Romanoff? “ Steve’s tone was dead pan. She smiled mischievously.

“So what does he want? “ Fury continued.

“To become better. Better than us.” Katie looked around.

“Right, he keeps building bodies.” Steve agreed

“Person bodies. The human form is inefficient, biologically speaking, we’re outmoded.” Tony mused “But he keeps coming back to it”

“Yeah, when you two programmed him to protect the human race, you amazingly failed” Katie sighed, looking over at Tony then to Bruce, who was looking at Lila’s drawing over Nat’s shoulder, his arms folded, a thoughtful look on his face.

“They don’t need to be protected, they need to evolve.” The Doctor said, not looking up. “Ultron’s going to evolve.”

“How?” Fury asked.

“Has anyone been in contact with Helen Cho?” Bruce glanced around the room.

There was a pause, and then all at once there was a flurry of activity. Tony whipped his phone out and began to dial, Nat and Katie both stood up, Clint hurried out of the kitchen and Fury was also talking to someone as Steve and Bruce began discussing the intricacies of what Ultron was likely to want Helen for, which centred around the regeneration cradle, a larger version of the technology that had healed Clint after he had been shot when retrieving the sceptre.

“If Ultron is really building a body…” Steve trailed off as they all prepared to leave, his voice dropping

“He’ll be more powerful than any of us. Maybe all of us.” Katie sighed.

“An android designed by a robot” Tony finished.

“You know I really miss the days when the weirdest thing science ever created was me.” Steve raised his eyebrows. Katie and Tony both smiled gently.

“I’ll drop Banner off at the tower. Do you mind if I borrow Ms. Hill?” Fury said, pulling on his trench coat.

“She’s all yours, apparently.” Tony shrugged “What are you gonna do? “

“I don’t know. Something dramatic, I hope.”

Katie found herself slightly concerned that the threat of Fury doing something dramatic didn’t worry her half as much as facing Ultron.

*****

Clint expertly piloted the Quinn Jet low enough for Steve to drop onto the roof of the U-GU-Gin Genetic Research Lab roof.

“Two minutes. Stay close.” Steve instructed as the jet roe again to hover above the building away from any eyes.

A few moments passed and then the crew on the jet heard Steve shout “Dr Cho…are you hurt?” There was a bit of a conversation which they didn’t hear, but then Helen’s voice came over the comms loud and clear, if a little strained.

“The gem, its power is uncontainable. You can’t just blow it up. You have to get the Cradle to Stark.”

There was another pause before Steve’s voice spoke clearly ”Did you guys copy that?

“We did.” Clint said.

“I got a private jet taking off, across town, no manifest.” Katie read the details on the computer screen in front of her. “That could be him.”

“There!” Clint said loudly, pointing out of the front window of the jet. Both Natasha and Katie moved so they could follow his gaze. “It’s the truck from the lab. Right above you, Cap. On the loop by the bridge.”

The jet scanned the truck, confirming their suspicions with the imaging that they all saw on the monitor.

“It’s them.” Clint continued. “I got three with the Cradle, one in the cab. I could take out the driver”

“No.” Katie instructed. “If what Helen is saying is right, that truck crashes, the gem could level the city.”

“We need to draw out Ultron” Steve spoke on the coms. They all waited for a further update and, thirty seconds or so later, there was a loud bang and he followed up his commentary. ”Well, he’s definitely unhappy! I’m gonna try and keep him that way.”

Katie looked down to see Steve was clinging onto the back of the truck and her heart skipped a beat. Making a decision she strode to wing space of the jet and pressed her palm to the pad besides the large locker that contained her suit.

“You’re not a match for him Cap…” Clint said

“Thanks Barton!” Steve replied, sarcastically.

“We need to get down there, give him some back up…” Katie called, turning round to look at Nat as she stepped backwards, allowing her suit to form around her.

“Ok.” Clint said, nodding “I’ll give you the cover up top.”

Nat took off her headset and joined Katie in the equipment store, pushing a small coms piece into her ear. She headed to the back of the ship, straddling the motorbike that was propped up at the side.

“He’s lost his shield. I’m gonna drop you as close to it as I can.” Clint advised as he flipped a few controls.

“Roger.” Katie continued with the final checks to her suit, without JARVIS she was flying this thing herself, just as she had been at Klaus’ base so she needed to make sure everything was right. Clint steered them down towards the road.

“We got a window. Four, three…give ‘em hell.” Clint said, pushing the button for the ramp. Natasha sped the bike off and dropped down with a squeal of tyres before taking the jet higher.

“Us girls are always picking up after you boys.” She said gently and Katie headed to the back of the ramp, her scans watching as Natasha picked up Steve’s shield, following Clint’s commentary.

“They’re heading under the overpass, I’ve got no shot”

“Which way? “ Nat asked.

“Hard right… Now.” Clint instructed. Natasha did as she was told. As Clint hovered over the top of them Katie shot out from the back of the jet and swooped down just as Natasha threw the shield up to Steve. Steve caught it and instantly flung it, sent the AI flying backwards. Ultron wasn’t down for long, jumping up and resuming the fight as Katie landed behind the Robot as he sent a blast of power at Steve, who instantly held his shield up as he was catapulted backwards onto the bonnet of the car behind. She fired a repulsor at the AI, causing him to turn his attention to her as he wheeled round and shot back. She flew out of the way as the shot hit the car behind, the screeches of brakes and grinding of metal hit her ears as cars collided on the road.

“You Starks are like insects.” Ultron hissed out. “Annoying and irritating.”

“Yeah well, some insects pact a bit of a sting.” Katie shot out a static pulse from the shoulder of her suit. It immobilised Ultron for a good few seconds, which was long enough for Steve to climb back onto the top of the truck, hitting him once more with his shield. As Ultron fell forward towards Katie she jumped up, kicking out with her boot, pushing him down into the metal of the truck before landing. Ultron regained control of his functions and the three of them began to fight, Steve and Katie dodging the rays of power as they flew at them, Ultron easily deflecting the beams the Supernova suit sent his way.

“Clint can you draw out the guards?” Nat’s voice came over the comms.

“Let’s find out.” Clint replied simply.

Katie fired another static pulse towards Ultron, but he easily deflected it and shot once more at her as she spiralled away.

“You think I’d let you get me with that again?” he growled.

“No but, made you look.” She grinned, and at that point Clint shot the jet downwards and it fired off a few shots at Ultron, deliberately missing the delicate package the truck contained. It worked and as Katie watched 4 Ultron Sentries fly out and follow the jet upwards. Ultron turned and flew at Steve who spun, slamming him into a concrete pillar by the side of the road. Katie swooped in, firing again but Ultron was ready and caught her with a beam causing her to spin blindly through the air. With no JAVIS to help, it took her a while to regain control but eventually she righted herself just in time to see Ultron spear at Steve, the two of them crashing into a nearby moving train. She shot forward, putting all her power into her thrusters, speeding up to catch it.

"Heading back towards you, whatever you’re gonna’ do. Do it now.” Clint informed over the coms as Katie dropped down so I was level with the train, looking into the windows.

“I’m going in, guys can you keep him occupied?” Natasha questioned as Katie finally caught up with the right carriage to see Ultron sending Steve flying again, landing hard against a metal door.

“What do you think we’ve been doing!” Steve grit out, shaking his head, as once again he stood up, and resumed his fight with the AI as Katie shot a beam through the window, catching the robot unawares and causing him to fly out of the side of the train.

As she flew in through the window, the AI came crashing through one a bit further up and the two of them shot at one another, the beams hitting in mid-air and deflecting off one another, blowing a hole in the roof of the train.

“The package is airborne.” Clint informed us, “I have a clean shot.”

“Negative I am still in the truck.” Natasha said.

“What the hell are you doing?” Katie yelled, as Ultron sent a bench of seats towards her, which she blasted out of the way.

“Just be ready, I’m sending the package to you, Clint!”

“How do you want me to take it?” Clint asked sarcastically as Katie looked up through the hole in the roof to see the truck way above them.

“Uh, you might wish you hadn’t asked that.”

At that point Katie was floored as Steve landed heavily on top of her, having been blasted off his feet by Ultron.

“Ow…” he muttered, rolling over and off the top of her. Katie groaned as her head bounced off the inside of her metal helmet and hadn’t even had chance to right herself when suddenly she was lifted off her feet as Ultron’s hand crushed at the neck of her suit.

“Like I said, insect.” He growled, his grip tightening as she raised both her palms to fire, blasting them both backwards, in opposite directions as Katie crashed into the carriage behind. She sat up and shifted the debris and shot forward, as Ultron came again but he was sent backwards as a blur knocked him off balance- the male Maximoff twin. Ultron took a menacing step forwards and the metal guards shifted red and bent in front of us in a protective manor. The female, Wanda, stood behind Ultron, hands outstretched and glowing red. Ultron turned towards her.

"Please, don’t do this.” Ultron pleaded with her.

“What choice do we have?” Wanda countered.

Ultron turned back around and fired in Steve’s direction. Katie was quicker though, pulling him out of the way as the front of the train blew out. The AI then blasted out the side door and escaped.

“We lost him!” Katie said into her coms, face plate sliding back as Steve made his way to the front of the train, reaching over the driver. “Clint, Nat He’s headed back towards you.”

“Nat we gotta go!” Clint said.

Steve turned back to Katie, shaking his head, he could find no pulse. The driver was dead and the train was out of control heading straight for the end of the line.

“Nat… NAT? Cap you guys see Nat?” Clint questioned worriedly.

"If you have the package, get it to Stark! Go!” Steve commanded, looking up instinctively as Katie reached his side.

“Do you have eyes on Nat?" Clint questioned once again.

"Go!” Steve ordered once again and it seemed Clint obeyed because there was silence on the other side of the coms. Katie looked at him, both of them worried about our friend but equally knowing they had to tackle the problem in hand. The train crashed through the stoppers at the end of the line and carried on, heading straight through the narrow streets.

“There are civilians in our path.” Steve turned to Pietro, once more resuming command. He nodded and sped off in a blur.

“Can you stop this thing?” Katie asked Wanda. She looked unsure but nodded and blasted red tendrils down into the underlining of the train.

It began to slow, but nowhere near enough for them to avoid the building they were heading straight at. Katie slid her face plate back and Steve held his shield out in front of them, protecting them from the impact, and they felt the train starting to slow down, before it eventually came to a steady stop a moment or so later in a street lined with small trading stalls and shops.

As the passengers scrambled to get off the train Steve and Katie remained where they were for a second, Katie’s face plate once more retracting.

“You’re bleeding.” Steve said gently, wiping at her brow.

“Least I’m still here.” She shook her head. “What about Nat?”

“We’ll find her.” He took a deep breath, looking her in the eyes. “I promise.”

He slung his shield onto his back and the pair of them exited the train. Katie spotted Wanda stood next to her brother who was resting against a wall breathing heavily, hunched over with his hands on his knees. As they approached he looked up at Wanda, waving her away

“I’m fine, I just need a minute.” He assured her.

“I’m very tempted not to give you one.” Steve snapped, giving the twins a hard look. The two Maximoffs shared an uneasy glance

“The cradle? Did you get it?” Wanda asked.

“Stark will take care of it.” Steve told her, his tone still clipped.

“No he won’t.” Wanda said incredulously.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Katie glared at the girl

“He will do anything to make things right.” Wanda implored.

Steve turned and gave Katie a questioning look before he spoke into the coms.

“Stark come in. Stark? Anyone on coms?” The only response Steve got was silence. He looked at Katie who tried as well, getting nothing but static. She then tried to route through her phone, but there was nothing there either.

“Ultron can’t tell the difference between saving the world and destroying it.” Wanda pressed “Where do you think he got that from?”

Katie took a moment to look around, squinting against the sunlight. People were gathering, chattering in Korean and pointing at the train stretched down the middle of the road.

“I saw into his head.” Wanda implored. “I saw what he has planned. It’s not what he said, not what he told us he wanted.”

“Oh and what did he say he wanted?” Katie asked, turning back to her, her arms folding across her chest.

“He said he wanted peace” the boy, Pietro spoke.

“Oh, well…” Katie snapped, looking round nodding and clapping her gauntlet clad hands together sarcastically “Good job”

“Look…” Steve stepped forward a little before his girl lost her temper, his hands grasping the buckle on his utility belt. “This isn’t about sides, or what’s happened before. It’s about how we shut Ultron down.”

“So, what happens now?” Pietro asked.

“That depends on you.” Steve answered, putting his shield on his back, keeping his stance non-confrontational. “You’ve worked with Ultron; you know how he thinks. We could use the help stopping him.”

Wanda snarled, lips curling back over her teeth. “We won’t work with Stark.”

“Well, you kinda have two options.” Steve retorted immediately, before Katie had chance to. The authority emanating from him was immense, his eyes steady. “You work with us, or work with Ultron. Your choice.”

Katie looked up at Steve as the twins both exchanged glances. Eventually she got fed up and sighed.

“I’m going back to check on Dr Cho.” she looked at Steve “And then I’m going home to figure out how we find Nat…”

“Katie… wait…” He started towards her as she turned, making to walk off up the narrow street

“I’m done waiting Steve.” She snapped, turning to look at him. “And seeing as you don’t seem to want to give things a second’s thought, why should I?” “What’s that supposed to mean?” He frowned, running to catch up with her.

“You work with us?” She imitated his voice. “How do you know that she isn’t in our minds, right now, and this isn’t some elaborate scam to get us right where Ultron wants?”

A breeze whipped her hair slightly, and Pietro stood at Steve’s side, Wanda in his arms.

“You move too slow.” the young man taunted looking at them. “We’ll meet you at Cho’s office.”

Katie let out a loud groan of annoyance and walked and out onto the main road, looking around. Steve took a deep breath, she was angry, he knew that. His girl held a grudge, far better than he ever could and he had a feeling that Wanda Maximoff wasn’t going to get round her with a simple apology. But they didn’t have time for that, they needed to get home, find Nat and figure out Ultron’s next steps. And the Maximoffs would be helpful.

Sirens were now flooding his ears and the Emergency services were all over the place, freeing people from the cars, crashed buses, you name it.

“Could use a ride.” Steve turned to her, raising an eyebrow. She glared at him for a moment, before sliding her face plate back down. Without saying a word she gripped his harness at the top above where it held his shield and propelled them both into the air.

Dr Cho was going to be ok. Thankfully. The Scientist kindly offered them the use of her QuinJet, which technically belonged to Tony anyway, but they were grateful nonetheless. As Katie thanked the man who had led them to it, Steve turned to the Maximoff twins.

“Go on.”

Katie felt her mouth drop open as Wanda hesitated and looked to her brother who simply nodded and the two of them boarded. Katie watched them incredulously before she rounded on Steve and he winced, awaiting the barrage which hit him full pelt.

“I can’t believe you seriously want to take them back to base.” She hissed at him.

“I told you before, they can help.” He replied calmly.

“You’re out of your mind!” Katie shook her head, the petulant child in her well and truly rearing its head “You know what actually, if they’re going, then I’m staying here.”

“For God’s sake Katie…” Steve groaned exasperatedly, running his hand through his hair, his helmet hanging in his left hand “You’re being unreasonable…”

“I’m being unreasonable?” She rounded on him, her cheeks flushing with anger. “You’re the one who wants to take them right into the middle of our base, give them access to all our technology, when we don’t know if they’re still working for Ultron or not!”

“Katie, just get on the fucking jet now.” Steve’s voice was low, but he was angry. He didn’t have time for this shit, he was tired, worried, and just wanted to get them all together so they could find Nat and end this and she was behaving like a total brat.

Katie looked at him, his eyes were flashing and he had a look on his face she couldn’t ever recall him using on her before. It was enough to shock her into compliance, but only after she shot him the dirtiest glare she could, before she stormed onto the jet.

Two hours later and Katie still hadn’t spoken a word to Steve or anyone else for that matter, she was fuming. Pietro and Wanda had been mostly silent up until that point, exchanging the odd bit of chatter between themselves in Sokovian, but neither approaching either of the other two until Pietro came to the cockpit.

“Miss Stark, I’m sorry, but please, do you have a spare jacket? My sister is cold.”

Katie glared at him, then looked to the back of the jet where Wanda was sat on one of the chairs, her knees pulled up to her chin. Damned it, despite everything Katie felt a small pang of pity for her.

“Sure, just give me a second.” She answered, a little gruffly but less angrily as she stood up out of her seat.

Steve had to smile, despite everything she wasn’t callous, and she knew what it was like to be cold and frightened. Katie glanced down and caught the look he was giving her and she glared at him.

“I will slap that smirk right off your face.” She threatened. Immediately he held his hands up, palms facing her in an “I’m sorry” motion and she walked over to the back of the jet and started looking in a few of the cupboards. Eventually she found a black fleece jacket, emblazoned with U-Gen logo, along with a blanket. In one of the other cupboards she found bottles of water supplies along with some snack bars and bags of chips.

“Here.” She walked over to Wanda and handed her the jacket and fleece.

“Thank you.” The teenager pulled the fleece around her.

“You hungry or need a drink?” Katie offered.

They looked at one another.

“I’m not going to poison you.” She rolled her eyes.

Wanda nodded and Katie handed her a bottle of water and Pietro took a granola bar from her and a bag of chips. Katie glanced at the twins and then suddenly had to ask the question that was on the tip of her tongue.

“Why do you hate us so much, the Avengers?” She blurted out. Steve turned his head slightly so he could listen in.

“I don’t hate the avengers. I hate you and your brother. Well I did. I don’t know maybe I still do.”

“But why?” Katie said, puzzled “You don’t know us?”

“Our home was bombed.” Wanda said, looking at her hands “It hit 2 floors below and blew a hole in our floor. Our parents fell but Pietro grabbed me and we rolled under the bed.” “The second one hits.” Pietro continued gently “But it doesn’t explode. It just sits there, three feet from our faces. And on the side of the shell is painted two words…” “Stark Industries” Katie swallowed, suddenly understanding. “You know we shut the arms side of the business down once we both realised the damage it was doing. I know that doesn’t absolve us of any guilt but…my brother is a good man, maybe he doesn’t always get it right but he tries.”

“But that is my point.” Wanda pressed “Ultron…he wants world peace, but he thinks the way to do that is to kill people, innocent people.”

“That’s not what Tony wants” Katie pressed

“But he created Ultron.” Pietro joined the conversation

“Yes, because of you!” Katie implored.

“Sorry, because of us?” “You made him see something, in Strucker’s lab. A vision, a vision that showed all of the Avengers dead, the world ending and Tony was left alone because he didn’t try hard enough to stop it.” At that point Wanda and Pietro exchanged glances as she continued “You made him believe he needed to do something, something more and Ultron was the result. He was supposed to be the thing that Tony thinks we need, something to bring peace…”

“You know, maybe we aren’t that different to Stark after all.” Pietro broke the moment or so silence that had descended. “I mean, we volunteered for HYDRA.”

“They said that they would make us super-human, like your Captain America over there.” Wanda sipped her water and Steve’s eyes flickered over the back of the jet for a moment before he turned back to the front. “Then we could fight…”

“They didn’t say what it would cost.” Pietro spat. “The experiments. The constant pain.”

“Guess we all made bad decisions for what we thought were the right reasons.” Katie shrugged “What matters now is how we fix this mess.”

With that she left them to it, taking her drink and one for Steve to the front of the jet.

“Thanks.” he said gently

“I assume you heard all that.”

“Super sensitive hearing, Doll, what can I say?” He smiled. She rolled her eyes. “You still pissed at me?” She raised her eyebrow at him, and with a teasing note chastised him. “Language.”

Steve smiled, reached over for her hand and drew it up to his face, pressing a soft kiss to her knuckles before he let go and took a drink of water, before he glanced back out of the front window of the jet.

An hour or so later they managed to get through to Clint on the coms.

“Any news on Nat?” Katie asked him.

“I’m trying the old fashioned way. That should avoid Ultron. I’ll find her”

“I don’t doubt it Hawkeye.” She smiled.

“What about Stark and the cradle?” Steve asked.

“In the lab with Banner, why you ask?”

Katie glanced at Steve, his jaw set tightly but that was the sum total of the reaction from him. He didn’t want to voice what was on his mind and risk pissing her off even more. Instead he chose his words carefully.

“Just… well, the twins told us what’s in that Cradle and Ultron’s plans for it. I’m worried Tony could start something he doesn’t understand.” “Twins? The Maximoffs?” Clint asked and then he let out a groan “You’re bringing them here aren’t you?”

“You gotta trust me on this one, Clint.” Steve sighed “They’ve seen Ultron’s end game. They want to help us fight him.” “Yeah well I’ll make my own mind up on that one, I’ll see you when you get back.” “Great…” Katie sighed “Now he’s pissed as well.”

**** “I’m gonna say this once!” Steve’s voice was loud

“How about "nonce”?” Tony shot back.

“Shut it down!” Steve pointed at the cradle.

“Nope, not gonna happen.” Tony shook his head.

There had been a bit of a fight in the lab, shields being flung, repulsors fired, and then Thor had turned up, supercharged the cradle, and it had gotten even stranger when a red man, an android had emerged.

“I’m sorry,” he said sincerely, in JARVIS’ voice “That was, odd. Thank you.” He added nodding respectfully to Thor, before his unnervingly human-looking eyes trailed over Thor thoughtfully. Then he rolled his shoulders and a cape of his own appeared and flowed down his back.

“Thor, you helped create this?” Steve asked

“I’ve had a vision, the world, where it starts, all hope and life and at its centre, is that.” Thor responded pointing to the gold stone in the middle of the man’s forehead.

“What the gem?” Banner asked in confusion. Thor nodded.

“It’s the mindstone,” He explained. “One of the six infinity stones, the greatest power in the universe and it is unparalleled in its destructive capabilities.”

“Then why would you bring it to life?” Katie asked, taking a deep breath, folding her arms.

“Because Stark is right.” Thor said.

“Oh, it’s definitely the end of times.” Bruce sarcastically to Tony’s shocked but proud expression.

“The Avengers cannot defeat Ultron.” Thor continued and the red man politely cut in.

“Not alone.”

“Why does your vision sound like JARVIS?” Katie questioned still cautious of this new being.

“We reconfigured Jarvis’ matrix, to create something new.” Tony walked up towards his masterpiece and examined him.

“I think I’ve had my fill of new.” Steve replied sarcastically.

“You think I am a child of Ultron.” The red man stated rather than asked.

“You’re not?” Steve replied suspiciously still glaring.

“I am not Ultron.” He answered simply. “I am not JARVIS. I am…” He looked down at his hands as if they would hold the answer.

“I looked in your head,” Wanda stated stepping towards him. “I saw annihilation.”

“Look again.” Vision responded in the same simple tone.

“Ha, her seal of approval means jack to me.” Clint snorted, Katie found herself inclined to agree.

“Their powers, the horrors in our heads, Ultron himself, they all came from the mindstone.” Thor said, looking round “And that is nothing compared to what it could unleash, but with it on our side-”

“Is it?” Steve cut Thor off then turned aiming his next question at him towards the red man, needing to hear confirmation “Are you, on our side?”

“I don’t think it’s that simple.” Vision answered truthfully.

“Well it better get real simple real soon.” Clint said seriously.

“I am on the side of life,” Vision continued, “Ultron isn’t, he will end it all.”

“What’s he waiting for?” Tony asked.

“You.” He stated easily, looking around at us all.

“Where?” Katie pressed.

“Sokovia.” Clint supplied helpfully. “Yeah, he’s got Nat there too.”

Katie looked at Clint who raised his eyebrow slightly and he shrugged. He’d found her, just like he said.

“If we’re wrong about you,” Bruce said approaching the man. “If you’re the monster Ultron created you to be…”

“What will you do?” The red man asked and Bruce stayed silent.

“I don’t want to kill Ultron, he is unique, and he’s in pain,” Vision paced slowly around the room, “but that pain will roll over the earth, so he must be destroyed. Every form he’s built, every trace and presence of him. We have to act now. And not one of us can do it without the other.”

He turned back to look at everyone in the room individually, then he did something completely unexpected as he picked up Thor’s hammer from the table. Steve felt his eyebrows raise in shock whereas Katie was looking at Thor, her mouth open, the god was wearing a look of utter confusion.

“There may be no way to make you trust me, but we need to go.” Vision finished holding out the hammer for Thor to take. Thor took his weapon back and the man walked away.

There was a moment of silence before Thor coughed.

“Right, well done.” he said awkwardly patting Tony on the shoulder and followed the red man out of the room.

“Three minutes, get what you need.” Steve announced.

**** Chapter 24 Part 2

#stark spangled banner #steve rogers #steve rogers x ofc #steve rogers x original female character #steve rogers fic #Katie Stark #mcu #mcu fanfic #the avengers #chris evans #chris evans characters

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bubblesuga · 4 years ago

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Oblivious To Adoration - 2 (m)

Summary: After an intense night of drunken sex, Jungkook realizes he wants more. When he suggests an idea to you, you were shocked. However, who were you to say no to Mr. Jeon Jungkook?

W/C: 3,118

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Warnings: car sex, unprotected sex, slight exhibitionism

Sleeping beside Jungkook was more comfortable than you thought.

You had always known him as this muscular guy, so the thought of properly cuddling with him had never crossed your mind. That is, until you fell asleep last night when you definitely weren’t supposed to.

It was just so warm in his arms, your bare chest against his side while light snores left your mouth. Jungkook woke before you, glancing at the clock with a small sigh. Throughout the night he hadn’t let go of you at all, which was surprising to him because he was always one to want to sleep on his own.

“(Y/N)?” Jungkook’s voice was soft, almost as if he was speaking to a baby.

You stirred momentarily in your sleep, and Jungkook couldn’t help but push a strand of hair from your face. It was like his hand had a mind of it’s own, and all he could do was watch while he stroked your hair.

Leaning down to your level, images of last night flashed through his mind. Pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose, he giggled at the contrast of this kiss compared to the ones from last night. He watched your eyelids flutter at the sound, so he quickly covered his mouth in an attempt to watch you sleep just a little bit longer.

Your chest heaved as you inhaled, signaling your wake. Softly, your eyes opened to see Jungkook watching you with hooded lids.

“You did so well last night,” he praises, the words being a welcoming first sentence for you, “you’re so amazing.”

He leans forward to press a kiss to you and you immediately kiss back, remnants of the night before on his tongue still. Jungkook growls when you drop your hand between the two of you, your fingers skimming the tip of his member and feeling it twitch beneath you. Even when he was soft he was still so big.

“Baby-” Jungkook chokes into the kiss as you grip the base of his cock, “s- stop. I have to work soon.”

You immediately let go of him, pulling away from the kiss with a blush on your lips, “I’m sorry, you kissed me so I thought-”

“I just wanted to kiss you,” Jungkook leans forward again, his lips brushing against yours, “sometimes I want to kiss you without fucking you.”

“Oh.” Your blush deepens, embarrassment flooding you. Jungkook chuckled at your rosy cheeks, his thumbs brushing them. He stands after a moment, slipping on his boxers with his half-hard on, giving you a playful glare once you noticed it.

You were confused by the kiss, your mind immediately racing with thoughts about how you weren’t 100% sure what being friends with benefits entailed. You thought it was mindless sex, nothing more and nothing less. His tongue intertwining with yours only when the two of you needed to get off, but what he just did to you seemed so domestic. It was dangerously close to approaching relationship-like tendencies and you had to put a stop to as soon as you possibly could.

“I’ll get you some water,” he rolls his neck, stretching away the sleep, “you probably need it after last night.”

Sending you a wink, he opens his bedroom door and pads down the hallway, into the kitchen. Whistling some song he heard on the loud speaker at work a few days ago, he couldn’t help the pep in his step.

It was definitely one of his happiest moments in a while, especially while he watched you come undone above him in one of the most erotically delicious scenes he had ever seen. He only thought this sort of stuff happened in the movies, but you proved him wrong in one night with your goddess like figure and the moan of his name. He was glad that he had the place to himself because he had no clue what he would have done had Taehyung been home. There’s no way he could have kept quiet.

So, when he placed the jug of filtered water back into the fridge and turned around, he jumped to see Taehyung standing in the doorway of the kitchen, an eyebrow raised and a knowing smirk on his lips.

“T- Tae! When did you get home?” Jungkook stutters, scratching the back of his neck nervously.

“Just got in, what’ya go there?” Taehyung moves to lean against the doorway, his tongue in his cheek while his smirk grew. He gestures towards the two cups filled with water, causing Jungkook to whip his head towards it.

“Nothing! You know me, always so thirsty.” he lets out an awkward chuckle, picking up one of the cups and downing the water in a few gulps.

Taehyung takes in his friends panicked state, “You got laid didn’t you? Who with? Can I meet her?”

Jungkook looks up with wide eyes, shaking his head incessantly, “No fucking way, dude. There’s no way you will ever meet her.”

“Ah, so you did get laid?”

Jungkook’s face reddens, his ears heating up at the possibility of Taehyung finding out that Jungkook was boning his best friend. Taehyung gave him a pat on the shoulder, a chuckle leaving his lips, “Is this your attempt to get over your crush on (Y/N)?”

Jungkook choked, covering his mouth in an attempt to hide his shock but he knew that Taehyung had already seen his reaction.

He knew that Taehyung was well aware of his crush on you, especially since he wouldn’t stop talking about that night. Since everyone knew what had happened, he had no problem mentioning about how it was one of the best nights of his life. Even if Yoongi was upset by the fact that his bed had been taken over by you and Jungkook, he still had no regrets. However, you seemed insistent on keeping this a secret so Jungkook knew he couldn’t just come out and say ‘ah, no. (Y/N) is in my bed right now and we just had a full night of wild-’

“Earth to Kook?” Taehyung waves his hand in front of Jungkook’s face, breaking Jungkook out of his stare.

“Huh? Oh- yeah, I figured it’s just best to get her off of my mind so I brought home a girl from the bar,” Jungkook shrugged, his ability to lie even surprising himself, “so I’m gonna get back to her. Holler if you need anything but don’t come in my room.”

Taehyung puts his hands up in surrender, “You got it, don’t need to worry about me. I respect the sock on the door.”

Jungkook gives a small nod to his roommate, shakily walking back to his room with now only one glass of water and a whole lot of nerves.

“Took you long enough,” you were dressed now, your hair brushed and thrown up into a bun, “thank you.” You grin, taking the glass of water.

You notice Jungkook’s expression, raising an eyebrow while you swallowed your drink, “you alright? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Jungkook sits on the bed, his head falling into his hands. A frustrated sigh falls from his lips. There was nothing more he wanted to do than tell his roommate what was going on but he’s trying desperately to respect your wishes.

“Taehyung’s home,” Jungkook looks up, biting his lip, “I don’t know how to get you out of here.”

“What?” You hiss, your voice dropping significantly in volume, your heartbeat rushing to the tips of your fingers while anxiety overcame your every being, “how the fuck am I supposed to-”

“Whoa, okay,” Jungkook jumps up, rubbing his hands up and down your arms comfortingly, “we’re gonna sneak you out. You just have to be quiet and make sure Taehyung doesn’t hear your voice.”

You nod. Obviously this was the safest bet, not that you were expecting some elaborate plan to sneak you out of the window or anything like that. However, knowing Jungkook that was probably the first thing to go through his mind.

Carefully, Jungkook pulls you in for one last kiss, before slowly opening his bedroom door and taking a peak to see where Taehyung might me.

Hearing the menu sound for PUBG from his bedroom, Jungkook lets out a little sigh of relief and holds your hand tight in his. You ignored the fire that ignited in your lower half at the pressure, tip toeing passed Taehyung’s room and successfully making it to the front door.

As you step through the threshold, you let go of Jungkook’s hand and turn around with a sigh.

There it was again, you remembered it well from the last time. The awkward way to say goodbye, you weren’t sure whether it be a hug or a kiss. Something about the way he was look at you, his hair still disheveled from last night and the soft smile stretched across his lips made him look so inviting.

Just as you were about to lean forward, Jungkook licking his lips in the process, you both pull away as quickly as you moved in once you heard Taehyung’s door squeak open.

“Oh shit,” Taehyung laughs, and your blood runs cold for a moment before he speaks again, “the irony of (Y/N) interrupting your hook up, huh Kookie?”

“Ahaha,” you lean around Jungkook’s shoulder, “I didn’t know you had a girl in there, Jungkookie. Next time let me know and I won’t swing by.”

Jungkook’s jaw drops momentarily before he turns around, looking directly at Taehyung. His eyebrows raise for a moment, “U- unless, (Y/N) was the girl in your bed last night.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Hyung,” Jungkook waves him off, turning back to you, “I’ll see you for movie night. Bye.”

Then the door was shut in your face, the dark wooden panels greeting you much like they did when you showed up last night.

~*~*~

It’s been a couple weeks since you last saw Jungkook.

With differing schedules, it had been difficult for you to meet up in any way. Aforementioned movie night was cancelled and you began to worry that Jungkook was regretting his decision with you.

His text messages were sparse and you only managed to call him once or twice with him actually picking up. Taehyung responded to you more than Jungkook did, mostly explaining that he’s been picking up extra shifts or that his boss scheduled him oddly.

So, you wake up one morning and groan. Still no texts from Jungkook, so you decide to take your ass to his job.

Sitting in the booth, the hostess of the restaurant went on to sit you in Jungkook’s section. She knew you around here, especially since Jungkook wouldn’t stop talking about you from the moment he met you.

You spot Jungkook on the other side of the dining room, so you wait patiently for him to walk over to your table.

When he finally makes eye contact with you, he grins. Quickly, he makes his way over to you and sits across from you in the booth.

His white button up and black apron was fitted against his abdomen, different from his usual baggy clothing. You liked the look on him, especially with the shirt tucked into his black slacks. For a moment, you forgot why you showed up in the first place.

“What’s going on?” Jungkook questions, his grin growing when he notices your eyes trailing up and down his neck.

“I just haven’t heard from you in a while, was wondering if you were upset with me or something.” You were suddenly shy, crossing your legs beneath the table. You couldn’t line your thoughts up to accurately say what you were feeling, or why you were so upset that you hadn’t heard from Jungkook in so long.

“Upset with you? No, honey-” Jungkook shuts his eyes and sighs, your blood running cold at the adoring nickname, “(Y/N), I’ve just been working a lot. Believe me, there’s been nothing more that I wanted to do than see you.”

Feeling your mouth go dry, you attempt to swallow. Of course he was working a lot, it’s summer and Jungkook was a university student. He isn’t necessarily on the richer side of the spectrum.

“I’m sorry, this was stupid.” You begin to get up from your seat but Jungkook quickly grabs your wrist, pulling you back down gently.

“No it’s not stupid,” Jungkook speaks softly, his hand moving to hold yours, “if we’re going to make this work, we need to be able to communicate. All our issues and feelings.”

“Do you have any issues with this?” This was much different to what you were feeling before about this arrangement. Now that you had gone without him for a while, you didn’t want it to end.

“No, none at all-” Jungkook’s hand tightens around yours, “I’m off once this last table pays. Wait for me, I’ll drive you home and we can talk.”

He rushes back towards the last table and checks them out, thanking them for coming and holding up a finger to you, gesturing for one more minute.

It doesn’t take him long to clock out, and he’s walking back out towards you with his button up exchanged for a too-big-for-him grey shirt and sandals. Standing, you slip your bag on your shoulder and follow Jungkook out the restaurant.

“Anyway,” Jungkook starts once he’s backed out of the parking lot, “I have absolutely no problems with any of what’s going on. But if you do I’d prefer you tell me sooner rather than later.”

“If I’m coming to you and asking you if you have any issues, what makes you think I do?” You raise a brow, watching him down shift on the gear of his bucket car. You told him it’d be better to invest in a decent car rather than a nicer apartment but he insisted that he loved this hunk of junk.

“Dunno,” Jungkook shrugs, “I’ve been worried you haven’t been... enjoying it as much as I have.”

“Oh, Kookie,” you laugh, “I’ve been enjoying it more than you know.”

“Good, good.” Jungkook grins, pulling up to a stop light and biting his bottom lip. He looks over to you, moving his hand from the gearshift to your thigh, squeezing.

Immediately you gasp, looking down at the way his large hand gripped your thigh. “What’re you-” you cut yourself off with another gasp and feel Jungkook’s hand dip beneath your skirt, rubbing soft circles over the fabric of your underwear.

Your hands fly to his wrist, “Jungkook!” You squeal, nearly turning into jelly once you felt him dip his fingers into your underwear and press hard into your clit.

“What, baby? Tell me what you want.” He teases, looking over to you with dark eyes. In turn, you toss your head back and let out a loud moan. Completely forgetting that everyone in the cars beside you could see you, your back arched off the back of the street while Jungkook’s pace quickened.

It all ended too soon when Jungkook heard a honk from behind him, seeing the green light and pulling his hand away to downshift. You catch your breath to the best of your ability, looking down to see your arousal on Jungkook’s tattooed fingers.

“You can’t do that to me.” You groan, your own hand flying down to cup your sex in a sad attempt to ease the pressure.

“Do what?” Jungkook’s eyes were on the road, his middle and ring finger between his lips and sucking off your arousal. You bite your lip, “Kookie, please.”

“What? What do you want?” Jungkook’s voice had a certain husk to it that only happened when he wanted to be deep inside of you.

“Pull over, I need you.”

Jungkook didn’t need to be told twice.

Pressing on the gas, he pulls into the parking lot of your apartment complex. He reaches over and unbuckles your seat belt, leaning his seat back and pulling you over.

You look around quickly to see the parking lot mostly empty, the grinding your hips down on top of his in an attempt to get him as hard as possible.

“Come on darling, we don’t have time to fuck around.” Jungkook says in your ear, pulling you down to his lips and kissing you hard. He reaches between you and slides your panties to the side, sliding a finger between your folds and collecting your wetness.

As you reach between him, you lean back against the steering wheel and accidentally press the horn. The beep makes you jump forward and Jungkook begins to laugh.

You giggle with him, capturing him in a kiss again and reaching for his zipper.

It didn’t take long for him to slip inside of you, an appreciative groan falling from his lips. “It’s been too fucking long.”

“Oh yeah?” You lift yourself up and slide back down again, “and whose fault was that?”

“Shut up,” Jungkook laughs, his fingertips digging into your hips, “not my fault my boss is scheduling me so much.”

“Stop talking.” You moan, sinking your teeth into his neck. Feeling yourself sink onto him deeply, you remembered just how well he filled you up. It was almost like he was meant to be inside of you, and there was nobody else you ever wanted to be in this position with again.

Jungkook’s hands begin to move up and down your sides, “I’m close baby.”

You begin to move your hips faster, Jungkook latching his lips onto your collarbones and biting down. You moan loudly, feeling yourself clench around Jungkook.

“Come for me.” Jungkook encourages, his thumb rubbing figure 8′s on your clit, and then you felt your release unlatch. Your vision goes white and you hear Jungkook yell your name, following your orgasm with his own and shooting white hot strings of cum painting your insides.

You still on top of him, your legs shaking with the aftermath. Your head falls onto his shoulder, Jungkook’s arms pulling you as closely to him as possible.

You two stay like that for a few moments, both of you catching your breath. You pull away to move your lips to his and kissing him hard. Jungkook pulls your bottom lip between his teeth, still reeling from the sensitivity of his release. Though he was softening inside of you, he didn’t ever want to leave.

Suddenly you hear a knock on the window, and you jump away from him, bumping the horn again.

You and Jungkook whip your heads towards the window and you spot Namjoon, who leaned down to look into the car. He holds a smirk on his face and he waves, before walking towards the buildings.

#sorry it took a bit #i've been in depressy mode again lol #hope this is a good chapter to get y'all through for a bit!!#thank you for reading btw :)#love y'all #jungkook #jeon jungkook #jeongguk #jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #jungkook x reader smut #jungkook x reader fluff #jeongguk x reader #jeongguk x reader smut #jeongguk x reader fluff

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caps-lockdown · 5 years ago

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Harden My Heart

A/N: This is my entry for Mimi’s one hit wonder challenge! I chose “Harden my Heart” by Quarterfish.

@captain-rogers-beard is an incredible writer and even though I’m far from worthy of her existence and writing talent I decided to take a stab at my first writing challenge! Congrats on 11k!

Y/N Y/L/N format, and no beta so just me owning my mistakes. Bold Italics are thoughts.

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Words: 3,845 (Ish)

Warnings: Some angst with unrequited love, but there is a happy ending! Language, alcohol use (a lot of it), and some crude humor. Hopefully this comes across as funny as I imagined it.

Summary: A night out with the Avengers is always a bad idea when you mix them with heartbreak and booze.

Enjoy!

Harden My heart

Why did it have to be raining?

Because fate was cruel, that’s why. So here you stood, on the corner of the street under the barely there cover of a random bar’s awning. Waiting, like you always did. The glowing of the neon in the bar’s window reminded you why you were here tonight.

Karaoke.

The bellowing laughter poured out of every crack of the establishment’s walls as you bounced from foot to foot, nearly catching your death in the chilly air. That’s what you had been good at after all. Patiently waiting for one Steve Rogers to make his presence known. He had promised tonight would be different. He promised you. And Captain America never broke a promise.

Right?

~~Earlier~~

It started the same way it always did. Fourth Friday. Eight thirty in the morning. A marathon of meetings going over the end of the month numbers for Stark Industries. Sheets of notes hastily scribbled and multiple cups of coffee ingested. The occasional cough from suited investors and higher management as the illustrious Tony Stark boasted the climbing stock percentages. You had been the eccentric billionaire’s assistant for nearly a year now, and you had come to know that the end of the month was everyone’s least favorite time.

Tony Stark hated Fourth Friday.

The day flew by in a haze, you absentmindedly chewing on the end of your pen deep in thought on the merger that would be taking place next month. Tony assured you that you’d still have a job, but if he had it his way you’d get your own assistant. You weren’t complaining, as the work load kept getting heavier as time went by. Another pair of hands would be extremely welcomed right about now.

The loud sound of a hand smacking the table jolted you to reality, you giving a timid smile to Sam Wilson, his own gap toothed smile spreading across his face.

“Y/N! Welcome back to earth.” You released a chuckle, trying carefully to calm your hammering heart. He loved making you jump, which wasn’t hard as you scared so easily. “You comin’ to team building tonight?”

Ah yes, team building. Tony did this every Fourth Friday. He dragged everyone in the Avengers (and usually you) to do things to “relax” after stressful meetings and even more stressful missions. Your first team outing was laser tag. He rented out a whole roller skating rink once, another time you were roped into inflatable obstacle courses for an afternoon. You partook in paintball and movie nights. You actually came to look forward to the adventures, as it so happened you didn’t have a lot of your own friends. But the team took you in, making you comfortable and never pushing you past your admittedly long list of limitations. You weren’t chicken, but you weren’t stupid either.

But the best part about the team building evenings, and working for Stark in general, came in the form of Steve Rogers. He had been the first to introduce himself to you on your first day working for Tony. He even accompanied you to lunch the whole first week, made sure you met everyone you needed to and answered any questions to put you at ease. Tony had joked that Steve liked taking in strays so they didn’t run away. You didn’t mind in the slightest, and you grew to get on like gasoline on a fire. And that also meant like so many other women, you found yourself harboring feelings for the man out of time. An absolute cliché, but it had been too late to catch yourself when you fell.

“What’s on the docket for tonight Sam?” You asked, staring into your coffee cup and bracing yourself for whatever crazy idea Tony had gotten in his head.

“Karaoke!” You looked up at the second voice, smiling warmly at the tall blond that joined the two of you in the otherwise empty conference room. Steve looked positively delicious in his dark blue button shirt and gray slacks. You had to remember to breathe, choking on nothing when he got closer to you. You would never get tired of the tall drink of water. You swore that man could wear a potato sack and you’d still gladly let him ruin you. “What do ya say Doll, you in? I got your first round of drinks.” He smiled and a whole conservatory of butterflies erupted in your stomach.

He already had ruined you, in a way.

“Depends, you actually going to show up this month?” You cheekily replied, a slight hint of bitterness in your voice. It should be noted that you had been inseparable in the beginning. After you got the hang of your job Steve started inviting you out for coffee. Then he asked you on walks in the morning before he went on his runs. You did everything together for the first six months. Everyone pestered you to find out if you were dating, and you would have jumped at the chance, but he was always quick to fire off that you were just friends. Even though it felt as if he was chipping away at your heart with a pick axe you never confronted him or confessed your feelings. After all, you got to be close friends with Captain America, what more could you ask for?

Then he met Camille.

Three months ago felt like a lifetime to you. Camille Straughton was the daughter of some big wig investor for some company you couldn’t care less to know about. She was gorgeous, her features exact opposite of yours, and didn’t have an insecure bone in her body. Everyone fell in love with her upon meeting her. She was nice to you and you wanted to drop a piano on her. She brought everyone homemade sweets whenever she visited and you imagined pushing her in a vat of hot wax. Alive and screaming the whole way in. The way she said Steve’s name had you sharpening your imaginary pitchfork, torch at the ready.

She was nothing short of perfect, which sucked, and she seemed to have her sights locked on your favorite blond. You didn’t think you were capable of hating someone so much.

Steve told you not to worry. That you couldn’t be replaced. That you were still one of his best friends. Idiot. So when he skipped lunch with you the first time to grab a bite with Camille you did your best to hide your disappointment from everyone else. Wanda found you crying in a supply closet on the seventh floor five til five and held you until your mascara stopped running. It wasn’t hard for her to figure out why, and you made her swear not to utter a word.

Steve apologized the next day but made a habit of it after that. You eventually got used to eating alone.

When she kissed Steve on his birthday in front of everyone, he returned the favor, everyone “Aww”ed and “Oooo”ed at the now “official” relationship. You took up shooting lessons. Sam and Bucky became increasingly impressed and terrified at your progress. Carol, Maria Hill and Nat dragged you out for a “Men are trash” party and after drinking too much you found yourself crying into homemade cupcakes on someone’s kitchen floor. You made a promise to yourself that you wouldn’t cry over him anymore after that. The hangover of the century the next day helped drive that promise home.

Everyone else didn’t notice how you’d managed to become even more reserved, keeping your smiles to yourself in a lock box that once held your heart. Sounds pretty pathetic right? Steve saw you less and less. Tony said he’d come around. That Camille was good for him, but he’d eventually need to come up for air and want to see his friends.

Then he missed team building for the first time. Tony had kittens. Then the second month he missed it Tony slapped Steve’s face on all the coffee machines and milk jugs in the building, looking for the “Missing Blond Neanderthal that sometimes answers to Capsicle”. By the third time you had accepted the new norm, but Tony screamed so loud that everyone in the limo remained silent for the duration of the travel time to the Drive in theater. A whole forty minutes, not a sound being heard except Tony’s fast and angry fingers typing empty threats into his phone. You learned quickly not to engage Steve in conversation, keeping your replies short and sweet unless you wanted to hear about Camille. Which you most certainly did NOT.

So needless to say you had to cover your obvious shock when he nodded vigorously at your question that cloudy Friday afternoon.

“I promise Y/N. I’ll be there.”

~~Present~~

And this is how you found yourself in slightly damp clothes waiting outside for a little less than an hour, darting your eyes down the sides of the street with an unopened umbrella and slowly diminishing hope.

“Y/N come inside already,” Tony called from the doorway as he pushed the door further out for you, “You knew better than to believe he’d actually make it.”

You shuddered, turning on your heel and walking into the mouth of the rented out bar with a defeated sigh. “He promised Tony.”

“I know, but he’s too wrapped up in her to care about us anymore,” He patted you on the shoulder as you shrugged out of your coat, the knockout outfit you had picked out for tonight falling on blind eyes. “You know she demands that he calls her when we leave for missions and the second we land? How suffocating. Pep would beat my ass if I was that annoying.”

“Bold of you to assume she doesn’t think you annoying to begin with.” His redheaded wife clapped back and you only nodded, not really paying to the conversation after that. This wasn’t the first time you had waited for him in the rain. This wasn’t the first time he had told you something and did something else. You should be used to it. But it didn’t make it hurt any less.

The first shot of tequila went down like battery acid, Bucky’s look of understanding spurring you on to your new goal of drinking to forget Steve’s empty promises. Screw him.

It was during Sam’s cringe worthy performance of “Danger Zone” that Nick Fury entered the bar, Maria hill accompanying him and nearly dying of laughter when he stared at everyone.

“What the actual fuck? I picked this bar to get AWAY from my job. I just want some damn peace and quiet! That too much for a motherfucker to ask?”

You bought him a drink for his troubles. Maria and you threw back another shot to “Fourth Friday” while Fury kept complaining, sipping his bourbon the whole time.

“Here Y/N, pick one!” Sam slammed a large tome of songs down next to you awhile later, a high pitched yelp jumping out of your throat and landing on the bar with a loud SHIT. “Jumpy much?”

“Get bent Wilson.” You muttered into your glass of whatever fruit drink Nat ordered you. He laughed when you flicked the tropical paper umbrella at him before thumbing through the cracked and water damaged pages. “They should laminate these….” You pulled a face, barely reading the titles. Not that you could make out more than a couple words anyway.

Your gaze zeroed in on a song and you flattened your index finger next to it. “This one. I’ll do this one. But not now, maybe when I’ve had a few more?”

“Whatever you want Y/L/N, shot time?”

The third shot went down like water, as did number four.

Nat, Carol, and Wanda all got up to sing “Girls Just want to have fun” you had politely declined, although you were a girl, you were not having fun. Nor did you want to.

Tony wrapped up the nine o’clock hour with an atrocious cover of “Baby got Back.” The slap that Pepper gave him when he suggested that she “Turn around” and “Stick it out” was heard around the world.

Everyone decided to take a small break from the singing after that.

You toasted Sam and Pepper, who had agreed they needed alcohol to burn Tony’s very dated dance moves out of their memories. You decided against another shot for now, not wanting to overdo it when Stark had planned on closing the joint down. Can’t take him anywhere really.

Thor found you an hour later after belting “I would do anything for love (But I won’t do that)”. You hadn’t moved from your spot at the bar, even when the MC reminded you that after Tony it would be your time to sing.

“You look really beautiful tonight Y/N. Is that a new dress? That color really suits you.” His compliment made you beam in thanks, the same blinding smile that landed you the job and put people at ease. “There’s my favorite smile. Who made you hide it away for so long?”

Did I get feelings for the wrong blond?

“You’re too sweet Thor. It wasn’t hidden, just taking a break. Can’t have it out on display all the time you know.”

“Well you wouldn’t hear me complain if you did. I hate seeing you upset. You doing alright?”

“I will be after another shot I think.”

“Then it must be done! Barkeep!”

You both exchanged shot glasses, fully knowing it would do nothing for the Asguardian but he thanked you none the less. By the time midnight came around you were good and tipsy, clinging to the mic stand for dear life as the room spun around and the small squares counted you in on the screen you desperately focused on. As if you didn’t know the words. You could belt this tune in your sleep.

“Cryin' in the corner, waiting in the rain, I swear I’ll never ever wait again. You gave me your word, but words for you are lies.”

Nat and Wanda cat called you from the side of the small brightly lit stage and you felt your confidence, entirely alcohol fueled, soar. You stood up straight, imagining telling off a certain super solider with the song lyrics with newly found power. Douchey, stupid, hunk of perfect idiot. I’ll show him. I will.

“Darlin in my wildest dreams I’d never thought I’d go, but it’s time to let you know, oh

I’m gonna harden my heart. I’m gonna swallow my tears. I’m gonna turn and leave you here.”

As you kept belting out lyrics to the heartbreak ballad everyone tried to hold in their amazement. You were so engrossed in your own imaginary confrontation you didn’t catch the very real and very taken back Steve Rogers practically running into the bar, a pained and confused look on his face as he watched the group of heroes sway and cheer on your impressive vocals.

“Where did she get those pipes?!” Sam excitedly exclaimed as Steve neared the stage, the lights far too bright for you to see past the dingy dated monitor.

“I have no idea, but I TOLD you this was a great idea! As all of my ideas usually are.”

Sam side eyed Tony before knocking back the last bit of his drink, shaking his head.

“Darlin in your wildest dreams you never had a clue, but it’s time you got the news. I’m gonna harden my heart. I’m gonna swallow my tears. I’m gonna turn and leave you here.”

You repeated the chorus and slowly trailed off the end of the song, praising yourself for keeping your pitch in check and not slurring you words to the point of incoherence. The loud clamoring of applause and shouts broke you from your power trip, you giving a small curtsy and taking a large hand off the stage.

When your eyes came to focus on who the hand belonged to you released it as if it had bitten you. Drunken tears welled up in your eyes as Steve appeared in front of you. Without the incredible she-bitch. Your flight instincts kicked in and you promptly turned on your heel and ran awkwardly into the bathroom, heels clicking the whole way as you locked yourself in.

He can’t get me in here you cackled triumphantly, before the dam broke and you started crying your heart out on the hard tile floor. Screw the promise. The booze was more than effective now, your vision blurring from all of the shots and heartache. How dare he show up tonight. What was he playing at? Was he some kind of sadist? As if all of this wasn’t hard enough already. You couldn’t feel your toes due to the heels. So you tore them angrily off your feet and threw them at the door for good measure. Sure showed him huh?

Your thoughts drifted off, the amount of hard liquor finally catching up to your body and forcing you into a unwelcome blackout sleep. You didn’t notice Wanda walk in and levitate your body out of the bathroom ten minutes later, safely putting you into Steve’s arms and telling him sternly,

“You did this to her, you can deal with her.”

You woke up in a bed that was most definitely not yours some time later. Your eyes and throat burned as you groaned, the thunderous banging of your own pulse making you nauseous. You attempted poorly to shield your eyes as the sun glared in through the window without mercy. Where in the hell am I? Checking to make sure your clothes were still on you slowly pulled yourself out of the massively comfortable bed.

Cold hardwood met your feet, eliciting a short squeak from your mouth upon contact. Where the hell are my shoes? Steeling your nerves you were relieved to find the room empty, padding across the floor and inching the door open to the living room. The smell of coffee and hot bacon assaulted your nose and your mouth began to water. The door then decided to release a loud creeeeeaaak causing the subject of your dreams and your most recent nightmares to turn around from the stove.

“Morning sleeping beauty. Rest well?”

He chuckled at you confusion covered face, placing a mug of steaming life juice on the island in front of him and sliding it towards you. “I imagine you could use this.”

“Stop…screaming…head….hurts…” Broken sentences were the best you could manage in your current grogginess, greedily snatching the mug off the counter and relishing the hot liquid climbing down your body and bringing it to life as if it were Frankenstein’s monster. “What…what happened….last night?”

“Before or after you blew everyone away with your singing?” Steve smiled as a blush crept over your face and neck.

“After.”

“Not a damn thing.” He said confidently, turning to the stove to shut off the burner and plate the remaining bacon. “You passed out in the bathroom and Wanda got you out. She blamed me for your knocked out state and demanded I fix it.”

“You know Wanda,” You hastily tried to cover up your embarrassment, waving your hand, “She always has had a way with words.” A nervous laugh echoed into your coffee cup, noting it was the one you had bought him for his birthday. Peachy. This brought back great memories. Not

He placed a plate of food in your line of sight, complete with a couple aspirin.

“Where…where’s Camille? I don’t think she’d be okay with me sleeping in your bed…”

He shrugged, “Well we broke up last night so I honestly don’t care what she thinks anymore.”

You stared at him with wide eyes, the fork loosely hanging in your fingers mid bite.

“Oh Steve I’m…”

He waved you off. “Don’t say it. We both know you and everyone else were hoping we’d end things. It was exhausting living up to her expectations of me, so I called it quits.”

You nodded, chewing your food as he began to pick at his own. “I can understand that. Relationships shouldn’t feel forced.”

“You’re damn right.” He sighed, taking a bite of bacon and looking at you. “I can’t believe I let her control me so much. I’ve missed everyone. I’ve missed you so much.” He let out a bitter laugh, “Why do I always date the crazies? My dumb luck right?”

“Hey love makes you do crazy things Steve. And your luck isn’t that bad.” You offered a small smile, to which his frown deepened.

“Oh yea?” He questioned, folding his arms and staring you down, “If my luck isn’t so bad then why am I not dating someone like you?”

You stared at him as if he had sprouted a second head. “Ex…excuse me?”

“Did I stutter?” He asked simply, knocking the air out of your lungs as you clung white knuckled to the marble. You stared at him in a stunned silence as he merely shrugged as if it were nothing, “You’re kind, massively intelligent. Beautiful without trying. All of my friends already like you. You don’t belittle me or try to control every aspect of my life. You don’t make me contemplate murder on a daily basis.”

Another deep sigh and agonizing silence before he spoke again, his voice cracking slightly,

“If someone like you would even think about dating me, I’d be the luckiest man I know.”

You couldn’t help it. You started laughing. Months of emotions poured out of your mouth, your laughter on the edge of sounding like that of a lunatic’s. But you couldn’t stop, tears springing to your eyes as you held your sour convulsing stomach. It was Steve’s turn to look stunned.

“You....you moron!” You accused between giggle fits, “I’ve been in LOVE with you for MONTHS!”

Steve started nervously chuckling at that, “You…you are?”

“Yea you big dumb Neanderthal. Where have you been?”

“With the wrong person.”He didn’t waste another second, coming around the side of the island and scooping you up in his arms. His lips met yours and you let out a contented sigh before breaking away from him. “We should probably take this slow. I don’t want to feel like the rebound here.”

“Oh, yea, of course not.” He set you back down on the floor, rubbing a hand on the back of his neck as you giggled, closing the distance and relishing how nervous he looked. “Can I…can I ask you out to dinner sometime then?”

“I got no plans tonight.” You offered, watching him with amusement as he did a double take. “What? I said slow not no. I’m not going to let you get away again, Captain Rogers.”

“Tonight it is then.”His arms found his way around you again as he pulled you into a hug, chuckling softly into the side of your neck. “So last night….were you…were you singing about me?”

“I plead the fifth.”

“I deserve that I suppose.”

“Damn right you do.”

End

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Stark Spangled Banner Ch24 : Like The Old Man Said...Together

Summary: The Avengers track Ultron and it’s a race against time before the AI can put his plan into action.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark

Warnings: Bad language, Smut (NSFW) violence and crazy assed robots. Oh and “Something dramatic, I hope!”

A/N: As part of SSB’s Birthday celebrations I added in another few scenes I cut from this originally. It makes it a little longer but I hope you enjoy.

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“I’ve put the boys to work.” Laura said, gesturing out of the window as Katie chewed on her grilled cheese. She’d had a good 4 hours sleep and was feeling much better after that and a scalding shower. She glanced across the lawn area to where Steve and Tony were positioned at the side of the house, both holding an axe, stood by a stack of large logs and two piles of smaller logs.

“You got Tony doing manual labour…” Katie grinned at her, “Well played.”

She chuckled and then began to chat to about her plans for dinner. “Clint suggested comfort food. fried chicken and Mac and Cheese to be specific”

“You’ll win Steve over instantly. “Katie grinned, “I’m happy to help, lot of people to feed, not to mention Stevie eats enough for 3!”

“You wanna take her up on that.” Clint said as he walked into the kitchen and opened a drawer near the door “She’s a damned good cook is our kiddo…obviously, not as good as you babe.” he added as a quick afterthought. “Smooth Barton…” Katie laughed. Laura threw a tea towel at his head as he pulled a tape measure from the drawer. He left through the backdoor, still laughing, the kids trailing behind him.

Katie stared at the back door as it shut, the normality of the scene suddenly hitting her. He had a wife, 2 children, and still managed to hold down the ridiculous lifestyle the Avengers and SHIELD demanded.

“How do you do it?” she asked Laura suddenly. The woman placed the last plate on the sink to drain and straightened up. “I mean this, it’s so ordinary.” she turned, once more looking out of the window. She watched Steve swing his axe, his light blue Under Armour skin top clinging to every part of his torso.

“It’s possible…” Laura said, standing behind her as she followed the younger woman’s gaze “you know, to have a domestic life…well, a variation on one, away from the mess.”

“Problem is the pair of us are tangled in the mess.” Katie said, not taking her eyes off Steve.

“Well then, you should understand each other more.” She said, before she changed the subject “Here, they could probably use a drink. You wanna take em that jug of ice tea for me?”

“Sure.”

A minute or so later Katie crossed the lawn with a tray sporting a full jug and 2 glasses towards where both men where stood by the decreasing mound of large logs and the two increasing mounds of smaller ones. Steve’s pile of cut logs was significantly bigger than Tony’s, which was hardly surprising. And the pair of them were bickering which was also not surprising.

“I don't trust a guy without a dark side. Call me old fashioned.” Tony shrugged

“Well let's just say you haven't seen it yet.” Steve glowered at him, his temper starting to rise. He couldn’t help but feel pissed at Tony, because if it wasn’t for him they wouldn’t even be in this mess.

“You know this is what he’s trying to do right?” a soft voice said and Steve turned to see Katie setting a tray of drinks down behind them. They both turned to look at her “Ultron is trying to tear us apart.”

“Well I guess he'd know.” Steve said, jerking his head in Tony’s direction “Whether he tells us is a bit of a question”

“Banner and I were doing research-”

“That would affect the team” Steve said, picking up another log. His voice was gaining momentum, and Katie let out a groan, she knew he was getting angry.

“That would end the team” Tony said simply, “Isn’t that the mission? Isn't that the "why" we fight, so we can end the fight, so we get to go home?”

“Every time someone tries to win a war before it starts, innocent people die. Every time.” he said softly but sternly, trying to make his point. Loki, Hydra, SHIELD with Insight.. now this.

“I'm sorry. Mr. Stark,” Laura headed across the lawn towards them all. “Uh, Clint said you wouldn't mind, but, our tractor, it doesn't seem to want to start at all. I thought maybe you might...

“Yeah, I'll give her a kick” Tony smiled at Laura then as he turned to leave he looked back at Steve delivering his next line with the air of a petulant child “Don't take from my pile.”

“You know if he wasn’t your bother…” Steve said, reaching for a glass of tea, draining it in one and leaving his sentence hanging. Katie took a deep breath and stood up.

“Cut him a bit of slack yeah?” her eyes flashed “The Maximoff girl. She got to him too.”

Steve looked down at her and frowned, that was news to him. “But I thought…”

Ok so now Steve felt like shit.

“That’s what Ultron is about, that’s why he started it again.” Katie finished

“Sorry, I didn’t know.” Steve said gently

“Well now you do.” she said, shrugging and deciding to change the subject “Oh, and by the way…what you did with that log back then…” she mimed pulling something apart. “… kinda turned me on a hell of a lot more than it should.”

He grinned and stepped towards her, closing the short distance they were apart “Well…if we go back inside I can...”

“Nice try… you have wood…” Katie pointed the logs

“Yes and I’d kinda like to do something about it!” he quipped.

“Steve!” She spluttered out through her laugh, as she hit him in the chest, mentally making a note toe have words with Sam for teaching him innuendoes and street slang

“Lucky!” she grinned crouching down to pet the dog who was jumping all over her, giving out little barks “man you got big…” Steve looked down at his girl and the sandy coloured dog, frowning as he noticed it only had one eye.

“Is this the pizza eating puppy you talked about?” he asked, bending down to pet the dog. “Sure is…” Katie grinned standing up as the dog ran off back to Barton after he whistled. “Not so much of a puppy now though.”

She smiled and made her way back over to the house. Steve looked at the pile of logs, then her, then back and picked up his axe again.

“I don’t believe it…” she said as she watched Tony and the tall, bald headed man with the trench coat and the eye patch walking up the path towards them. She turned to Clint and Steve “We got company…” Both men stood up as the door opened, Lila jumping of Steve’s knee, the soldier’s hands went to his hips, his mouth forming a thin line as his eyes fell onto the man in front of him.

“At ease Soldier…” Fury said, a smile creeping across his face as Tony walked into the room behind him muttering about traitors, Maria Hill and ‘Goth Pirates’

****

“Ultron took you folks out of play to buy himself time.” Fury said glass of water in his hand as he leaned against the kitchen counter. “My contacts all say he's building something. The amount of Vibranium he made off with, I don't think it's just one thing.”

“What about Ultron himself?” Steve asked, he was stood in the doorway to the kitchen, leaning against the door frame, arms folded.

“Ah. He's easy to track, he's everywhere. Guy's multiplying faster than a Catholic rabbit. Still doesn't help us get an angle on any of his plans though.”

Tony shoved the last piece of the chicken he had been eating in his mouth and walked to the sink to pick up a towel to wipe his hands. “He still going after launch codes? “

“Yes, he is, but he's not making any headway.”

Katie frowned from her seat at the table, opposite Natasha. “Well that doesn’t make sense. Tony cracked the Pentagon's firewall in high school for a dare”.

Tony smiled fondly at the memory. That had earned him an ass whooping and a half from his dad.

“Yeah, well, I contacted our friends at the NEXUS about that”. Fury continued

“NEXUS?” Steve questioned.

“It’s the world internet hub in Oslo” Banner explained, he was stood behind Natasha leaning against the sideboard. “Every byte of data flows through there, fastest access on earth.”

At that point Lila ran into the room, a piece of paper in her hand.

“So what'd they say?” Clint asked, turning 3 darts over in his hand from his stance a few feet away from Fury.

“He's fixated on the missiles,” Fury said, draining his glass of water “but the codes are constantly being changed.

“Parties unknown.” Fury said, a puzzled tone to his voice

“Do we have an ally?” Katie asked.

“Ultron's got an enemy, that's not the same thing.” Fury said looking at her “Still, I'd pay folding money to know who it is”

"I might need to visit Oslo, find our "unknown."” Tony pondered, to no one in particular.

“Well, this is good times, boss, but I was kind of hoping when I saw you, you'd have more than that.” Natasha sighed, leaning back in her chair.

“I do.” Nick said, looking round the room. “I have you”

Everyone shared a look round the room at one another. None of them were feeling particularly useful if truth be told.

“Steve doesn't like that kind of talk.” Natasha said, looking at him.

“You know what, Romanoff? “ Steve said, his tone dead pan. She smiled mischievously.

“So what does he want? “ Fury continued.

“To become better. Better than us.” Katie said, looking round.

“Right, he keeps building bodies” Steve agreed

“Person bodies. The human form is inefficient, biologically speaking, we're outmoded.” Tony mused “But he keeps coming back to it”

“Yeah, when you two programmed him to protect the human race, you amazingly failed” Katie said, looking over at Tony then to Bruce, who was looking at Lila’s drawing over Nat’s shoulder, his arms folded, a thoughtful look on his face.

“They don’t need to be protected, they need to evolve.” the Doctor said, not looking up. “Ultron's going to evolve.”

“How?” Fury asked.

“Has anyone been in contact with Helen Cho?” Bruce looked up around the room.

“If Ultron is really building a body...” Steve trailed off as they all prepared to leave, his voice dropping

“He'll be more powerful than any of us. Maybe all of us.” Katie sighed.

“An android designed by a robot” Tony finished.

“You know I really miss the days when the weirdest thing science ever created was me.” Steve raised his eyebrows. Katie and Tony both smiled gently.

“I’ll drop Banner off at the tower. Do you mind if I borrow Ms. Hill?” Fury said, pulling on his trench coat.

“She's all yours, apparently.” Tony shrugged “What are you gonna do? “

“I don't know. Something dramatic, I hope.”

Katie found herself slightly concerned that the threat of Fury doing something dramatic didn’t worry her half as much as facing Ultron.

*****

Clint expertly piloted the Quinn Jet low enough for Steve to drop onto the roof of the U-GU-Gin Genetic Research Lab roof.

“Two minutes. Stay close.” Steve instructed as the jet roe again to hover above the building away from any eyes.

“The gem, its power is uncontainable. You can't just blow it up. You have to get the Cradle to Stark.”

There was another pause before Steve’s voice spoke clearly ”Did you guys copy that?

“We did.” Clint said.

“I got a private jet taking off, across town, no manifest.” Katie said, looking at the computer screen in front of her. “ That could be him.”

“There!” Clint said, loudly pointing out of the front window of the jet. Both Natasha and Katie moved so they could follow his gaze. “It’s the truck from the lab. Right above you, Cap. On the loop by the bridge.”

The jet scanned the truck, confirming they suspicions with the imaging that they all saw on the monitor.

“It's them.” Clint continued “ I got three with the Cradle, one in the cab. I could take out the driver”

“No.” Katie said sharply. “If what Helen is saying is right, that truck crashes, the gem could level the city.”

“We need to draw out Ultron” Steve said. 30 seconds or so later there was a loud bang and he followed up his commentary. ”Well, he's definitely unhappy! I'm gonna try and keep him that way.”

“You’re not a match for him Cap…” Clint said

“Thanks Barton!” he replied, sarcastically.

“We need to get down there, give him some back up…” Katie called, turning round to look at Nat as she stepped backwards, allowing her suit to form around her.

“Ok.” Clint said, nodding “I’ll give you the cover up top.”

“He’s lost his shield…” Clint said, “I’m gonna drop you as close to it as I can.”

“Roger…” Katie continued with the final checks to her suit, without JARVIS she was flying this thing herself, just as she had been at Klaus’ base so she needed to make sure everything was right. Clint steered them down towards the road.

“We got a window. Four, three...give 'em hell.” Clint said, pushing the button for the ramp. Natasha sped the bike off and dropped down with a squeal of tyres before taking the jet higher.

“Us girls are always picking up after you boys.” She said gently and Katie headed to the back of the ramp, her scans watching as Natashai picked up Steve’s shield, following Clint’s commentary.

“They're heading under the overpass, I've got no shot” Clint said

“Which way? “ Nat asked.

“Hard right... Now.” Clint instructed. Natasha did as she was told. As Clint hovered over the top of them Katie shot out from the back of the jet and swooped down just as Natasha threw the shield up to Steve. Steve caught it and instantly flung it, sent the AI flying backwards. Ultron wasn’t down for long, jumping up and resuming the fight as Katie landed behind the Robot as he sent a blast of power at Steve, who instantly held his shield up as he was catapulted backwards onto the bonnet of the car behind. She fired a repulsor at the AI, turning his attention to her as he wheeled round and shot back. She flew out of the way as the shot hit the car behind, the screeches of brakes and grinding of metal hit her ears as cars collided.

“You Starks are like insects …” Ultron said, groaning “Annoying and irritating…”

“Yeah well, some insects pact a bit of a sting…” She said, sending out a static pulse from the shoulder of her suit. It immobilised him for a good few seconds, which was long enough for Steve to climb back onto the top of the truck, hitting him once more with his shield. As Ultron fell forward towards Katie she jumped up, kicking out with her boot, pushing him down into the metal of the truck before landing. Ultron regained control of his functions and the 3 of them began to fight, Steve and Katie dodging the rays of power as they flew at them, Ultron easily deflecting the beams the Supernova suit sent his way.

“Clint can you draw out the guards?” Nat’s voice came over the comms.

“Let's find out.” Clint replied simply.

Katie fired another static pulse towards Ultron, but he easily deflected it and shot once more at her as she spiralled away.

“You think I’d let you get me with that again?” he growled.

“No but, made you look…” she grinned, and at that point Clint shot the jet downwards and it fired off a few shots at Ultron, deliberately missing the delicate package the truck contained. It worked and as Katie watched 4 Ultron Sentries fly out and follow the jet upwards. Ultron turned and flew at Steve who spun, slamming him into a concrete pillar by the side of the road. Katie swooped in, firing again but Ultron was ready and caught her with a beam causing her to spin blindly through the air. With no JAVIS to help, it took her a while to regain control but eventually she righted herself just in time to see Ultron spear at Steve, the two of them crashing into a nearby moving train. She shot forward, putting all her power into her thrusters, speeding up to catch it.

"Heading back towards you, whatever you're gonna' do. Do it now." Clint informed over the coms as Katie dropped down so I was level with the train, looking into the windows.

"I'm going in, guys can you keep him occupied?" Natasha questioned as Katie finally caught up with the right carriage to see Ultron sending Steve flying again, landing hard against a metal door.

“What do you think we’ve been doing!” Steve said, shaking his head, as once again he stood up, and resumed his fight with the AI as Katie shot a beam through the window, catching the robot unawares and causing him to fly out of the side of the train.

"The package is airborne." Clint informed us, "I have a clean shot."

"Negative I am still in the truck." Natasha said.

"What the hell are you doing?" Katie yelled, as Ultron sent a bench of seats towards her, which she blasted out of the way.

"Just be ready, I'm sending the package to you, Clint!"

"How do you want me to take it?" Clint asked sarcastically as Katie looked up through the hole in the roof to see the truck way above them.

"Uh, you might wish you hadn't asked that."

At that point Katie was floored as Steve landed heavily on top of her, having been blasted off his feet by Ultron.

"Like I said, insect…” He practically growled, his grip tightening as she raised both her palms to fire, blasting them both backwards, in opposite directions as Katie crashed into the carriage behind. She sat up and shifted the debris and shot forward, as Ultron came again but he was sent backwards as a blur knocked him off balance- the male Maximoff twin. Ultron took a menacing step forwards and the metal guards shifted red and bent in front of us in a protective manor. The female, Wanda, stood behind Ultron, hands outstretched and glowing red. Ultron turned towards her.

"Please, don't do this." Ultron pleaded with her.

"What choice do we have?" Wanda countered.

Ultron turned back around and fired in Steve’s direction. Katie was quicker though, pulling him out of the way as the front of the train blew out. The AI then blasted out the side door and escaped.

"We lost him!” Katie said into her comms, face plate sliding back as Steve made his way to the front of the train, reaching over the driver. “Clint, Nat He's headed back towards you."

“Nat we gotta go…” Clint said.

Steve turned back to Katie, shaking his head, he could find no pulse. The driver was dead and the train was out of control heading straight for the end of the line.

“Nat… NAT? Cap you guys see Nat?" Clint questioned worriedly.

"If you have the package, get it to Stark! Go!" Steve commanded, looking up instinctively as Katie reached his side.

"Do you have eyes on Nat?" Clint questioned once again.

"Go!" Steve ordered once again and it seemed Clint obeyed because there was silence on the other side of the coms. Katie looked at him, both of them worried about our friend but equally knowing they had to tackle the problem in hand. The train crashed through the stoppers at the end of the line and carried on, heading straight through the narrow streets.

"There are civilians in our path." Steve turned to Pietro, once more resuming command. He nodded and sped off in a blur.

"Can you stop this thing?" Katie asked Wanda. She looked unsure but nodded and blasted red tendrils down into the underlining of the train.

As the passengers scrambled to get off the train Steve and Katie remained where they were for a second, Katie’s face plate once more retracting.

“You’re bleeding…” Steve said gently, wiping at her brow.

“Least I’m still here…” she said, shaking her head. “What about Nat?”

“We’ll find her.” He said, looking her in the eyes. “I promise.”

"I’m fine, I just need a minute." He assured her.

"I'm very tempted not to give you one." Steve snapped, giving the twins a hard look. The two Maximoffs shared an uneasy glance

"The cradle? Did you get it?" Wanda asked.

"Stark will take care of it." Steve told her, his tone still clipped.

"No he won't." Wanda said incredulously.

"You don't know what you're talking about." Katie glared at the girl

"He will do anything to make things right." Wanda implored.

Steve turned and gave Katie a questioning look before he spoke into the coms.

"Stark come in. Stark? Anyone on coms?" The only response Steve got was silence. He looked at Katie who tried as well, getting nothing but static. She then tried to route through her phone, but there was nothing there either.

“Ultron can’t tell the difference between saving the world and destroying it.” Wanda pressed “Where do you think he got that from?”

Katie took a moment to look around, squinting against the sunlight. People were gathering, chattering in Korean and pointing at the train stretched down the middle of the road.

“I saw into his head.” Wanda implored “I saw what he has planned. It’s not what he said, not what he told us he wanted.”

“Oh and what did he say he wanted?” Katie asked, turning back to her, her arms folding across her chest.

“He said he wanted peace” the boy, Pietro spoke.

“Oh, well…” Katie snapped, looking round nodding and clapping her gauntlet clad hands together sarcastically “Good job”

"So - what happens now?" Pietro asked.

"That depends on you," Steve answered, putting his shield on his back, keeping his stance non-confrontational. "You've worked with Ultron; you know how he thinks. We could use the help stopping him."

Wanda snarled, lips curling back over her teeth. "We won't work with Stark."

"Well, you kinda have two options." Steve retorted immediately, before Katie had chance to. The authority emanating from him was immense, his eyes steady. "You work with us, or work with Ultron. Your choice."

Katie looked up at Steve as the twins both exchanged glances. Eventually she got fed up and sighed.

“I’m going back to check on Dr Cho.” she looked at Steve “And then I’m going home to figure out how we find Nat…”

“Katie… wait…” he said as she started to walk up the narrow street

“I’m done waiting Steve.” she snapped “And seeing as you don’t seem to want to give things a second’s thought, why should I?” “What’s that supposed to mean?” He frowned, running to catch up with her.

“You work with us?” she imitated his voice. “How do you know that she isn’t in our minds, right now, and this isn’t some elaborate scam to get us right where Ultron wants?”

A breeze whipped her hair slightly, and Pietro stood at Steve’s side, Wanda in his arms.

"You move too slow." the young man taunted looking at them. "We'll meet you at Cho's office."

Sirens were now flooding his ears and the Emergency services were all over the place, freeing people from the cars, crashed buses, you name it.

“Could use a ride…” Steve said, turning to her and raising an eyebrow. She glared at him for a moment, before sliding her face plate back down. Without saying a word she gripped his harness at the top above where it held his shield and propelled them both into the air.

“Go on…”

“I can’t believe you seriously want to take them back to base.” she hissed at him.

“I told you before, they can help.” he replied calmly.

“You’re out of your mind!” She said, shaking her head, the petulant child in her well and truly rearing it’s head “You know what actually, if they’re going, then I’m staying here.”

“For God’s sake Katie…” Steve said, exasperatedly running his hand through his hair, his helmet hanging in his left hand “You’re being unreasonable…”

“I’m being unreasonable?” she rounded on him, her cheeks flushing with anger. “You’re the one who wants to take them right into the middle of our base, give them access to all our technology, when we don’t know if they’re still working for Ultron or not!”

“Katie, just get on the fucking jet now.” his voice was low, but he was angry. He didn’t have time for this shit, he was tired, worried, and just wanted to get them all together so they could find Nat and end this and she was behaving like a total brat.

2 hours later and Katie still hadn’t spoken a word to Steve or anyone else for that matter, she was fuming. Pietro and Wanda had been mostly silent up until that point, exchanging the odd bit of chatter between themselves in Sokovian, but neither approaching either of the other two until Pietro came to the cockpit.

“Miss Stark…I’m sorry, but please, do you have a spare jacket… my sister is cold.”

“Sure, just give me a second.” she said, a little gruffly but less angrily as she stood up out of her seat.

Steve had to smile, despite everything she wasn’t callous, and she knew what it was like to be cold and frightened. Katie glanced down and caught the look he was giving her and she glared at him.

“I will slap that smirk right off your face...” she threatened. Immediately he held his hands up, palms facing her in an “I’m sorry” motion and she walked over to the back of the jet and started looking in a few of the cupboards. Eventually she found a black fleece jacket, emblazoned with U-Gen logo, along with a blanket. In one of the other cupboards she found bottles of water supplies along with some snack bars and bags of chips.

“Here…” she walked over to Wanda and handed her the jacket and fleece.

“Thank you.” She said, pulling the fleece around her.

“You hungry or need a drink?” Katie offered.

They looked at one another.

“I’m not going to poison you.” she rolled her eyes.

“Why do you hate us so much, the Avengers?” she blurted out. Steve turned his head slightly so he could listen in.

“I don’t hate the avengers. I hate your brother. Well I did. I don’t know maybe I still do.”

“But why?” Katie said, puzzled “You don’t know him, or me for that matter.”

“Our home was bombed.” Wanda said, looking at her hands “It hit 2 floors below and blew a hole in our floor. Our parents fell but Pietro grabbed me and we rolled under the bed.” “The second one hits.” Pietro continued gently “But it doesn’t explode. It just sits there, three feet from our faces. And on the side of the shell is painted two words...” “Stark Industries…”Katie said gently, suddenly understanding. She didn’t know what to say. That part of Stark Industries had always been one she had never had much to do with and had always absolved herself of any guilt because she stayed away from it, but she had long since realised that didn’t absolve her from any blame at all.

“You know we shut the arms side of the business down once we both realised the damage it was doing…my brother is a good man, maybe he doesn’t always get it right but he tries.” Katie sighed.

“But that is my point.” Wanda pressed “Ultron…he wants world peace, but he thinks the way to do that is to kill people, innocent people…”

“That’s not what Tony wants” Katie pressed

“But he created Ultron…” Pietro joined the conversation

“Yes, because of you!” Katie said earnestly

“Sorry, because of us…” “You made him see something, in Strucker’s lab. A vision, a vision of all of us, all of the Avengers dead, the world ending and he was left alone because he didn’t try hard enough to stop it.” at that point Wanda and Pietro exchanged glances as she continued “You made him believe he needed to do something, something more and Ultron was the result. He was supposed to be the thing that Tony thinks we need, something to bring peace…”

“You know, maybe we aren’t that different to Stark after all.” Pietro said, breaking the moment or so silence that had descended. “I mean, we volunteered for Hydra…”

"They said that they would make us super-human, like your Captain America over there.” Wanda said, sipping her water and Steve’s eyes flickered over the back of the jet for a moment before he turned back to the front. “Then we could fight…”

“They didn't say what it would cost.” Pietro spat “The experiments. The constant pain.”

“Guess we all made bad decisions for what we thought were the right reasons…” Katie shrugged “What matters now is how we fix this mess.”

With that she left them to it, taking her drink and one for Steve to the front of the jet.

“Thanks…” he said gently

“I assume you heard all that.” she said, a little clipped.

“Super sensitive hearing Doll, what can I say.” he smiled. She rolled her eyes. “You still pissed at me?” She raised her eyebrow at him, and with a teasing note chastised him “language.”

He smiled and taking a drink of water, he looked back out of the front window of the jet.

An hour or so later they managed to get through to Clint on the coms.

“Any news on Nat?” Katie asked him.

“I’m trying the old fashioned way…” he said, “That should avoid Ultron. I’ll find her”

“I don’t doubt it Hawkeye.” she smiled.

“What about Stark and the cradle?" Steve asked.

"In the lab with Banner, why you ask?”

**** “I’m gonna say this once!” Steve’s voice was loud

“How about "nonce"?” Tony shot back.

“Shut it down!” Steve pointed at the cradle.

“Nope, not gonna happen.” Tony shook his head.

"I'm sorry," he said sincerely, in JARVIS’ voice "That was, odd. Thank you." He added nodding respectfully to Thor, before his unnervingly human-looking eyes trailed over Thor thoughtfully. Then he rolled his shoulders and a cape of his own appeared and flowed down his back.

"Thor, you helped create this?" Steve asked

"I've had a vision, the world, where it starts, all hope and life and at its centre, is that." Thor responded pointing to the gold stone in the middle of the man's forehead.

"What the gem?" Banner asked in confusion. Thor nodded.

"It's the mindstone," he explained. "One of the six infinity stones, the greatest power in the universe and it is unparalleled in its destructive capabilities."

"Then why would you bring it to life?" Katie asked, taking a deep breath, folding her arms.

"Because Stark is right." Thor said.

"Oh, it's definitely the end of times." Bruce sarcastically to Tony's shocked but proud expression.

"The Avengers cannot defeat Ultron." Thor continued and the red man politely cut in.

"Not alone."

"Why does your vision sound like Jarvis?" Katie questioned still cautious of this new being.

"We reconfigured Jarvis' matrix, to create something new." Tony walked up towards his masterpiece and examined him.

"I think I've had my fill of new." Steve replied sarcastically.

"You think I am a child of Ultron." The red man stated rather than asked.

"You're not?" Steve replied suspiciously still glaring.

"I am not Ultron." He said simply, "I am not Jarvis. I am…" he looked down at his hands as if they would hold the answer.

"I looked in your head," Wanda stated stepping towards him, "I saw annihilation."

"Look again." Vision responded in the same simple tone.

"Ha, her seal of approval means jack to me." Clint snorted, Katie found herself inclined to agree.

"Their powers, the horrors in our heads, Ultron himself, they all came from the mindstone.” Thor said, looking round “And that is nothing compared to what it could unleash, but with it on our side-"

"Is it?" Steve cut Thor off then turned aiming his next question at him towards the red man, needing to hear confirmation "Are you, on our side?"

"I don't think it's that simple." Vision answered truthfully.

"Well it better get real simple real soon." Clint said seriously.

"I am on the side of life," Vision continued, "Ultron isn't, he will end it all."

"What's he waiting for?" Tony asked.

"You." He stated easily, looking around at us all.

"Where?" Katie pressed.

"Sokovia." Clint supplied helpfully. "Yeah, he's got Nat there too."

Katie looked at Clint who raised his eyebrow slightly and he shrugged. He’d found her, just like he said.

"If we're wrong about you," Bruce said approaching the man. "If you're the monster Ultron created you to be…"

"What will you do?" The red man asked and Bruce stayed silent.

"I don't want to kill Ultron, he is unique, and he's in pain," Vision paced slowly around the room, "but that pain will roll over the earth, so he must be destroyed. Every form he's built, every trace and presence of him. We have to act now. And not one of us can do it without the other."

He turned back to look at everyone in the room individually, then he did something completely unexpected as he picked up Thor's hammer from the table. Steve felt his eyebrows raise in shock whereas Katie was looking at Thor, her mouth open, the god was wearing a look of utter confusion.

"There may be no way to make you trust me, but we need to go." Vision finished holding out the hammer for Thor to take. Thor took his weapon back and the man walked away.

There was a moment of silence before Thor coughed.

"Right, well done." he said awkwardly patting Tony on the shoulder and followed the red man out of the room.

"Three minutes, get what you need." Steve announced.

*****

“Ultron knows we're coming. Odds are we'll be running into heavy fire, and that's what we signed up for, but the people of Sokovia they didn't. That's why our priority is getting them out. All they want is to live their lives in peace, and that's not going to happen today. But we can do our best to protect them and get the job done. We find out what Ultron's been building. We find Romanoff. We clear the field and keep the fight between us. Ultron thinks we're monsters, and that we're what's wrong with the world, but this isn't just about beating him, it's about whether he's right."

Steve certainly felt like he was right when he descended down the ramp and the first thing he saw was a huge mural of himself on a wall to his right. If he hadn’t been so concerned with the word, “fašista” scrawled across it, he might have given some consideration to the fact the art work was pretty good. He looked at the painting, before turning and tossing his helmet back into the jet, almost hitting Katie as she walked down the ramp. Frowning she looked at him, spotted the paining and gave a sigh. She knew that would have upset him.

But whether they liked Captain America or not, the people of Sokovia were getting his help and that of the rest of the Avengers too. Thor and Bruce went underground to Strucker's base to find Natasha and the Vibranium, Tony and Vision went off to locate where Ultron was and confront him so that Vision could do his part. The rest of them focussed on the evacuation, if this was going to end in a fight as it always did, then it was best to get the civilians out of the way as soon as possible. Steve dispatched Clint to a rooftop to oversee events from up there and Katie headed off with Wanda to the bridge that led out of the city. She could feel the younger girl's panic even though she did well to try and hide it

"Do you see...the beauty of it? The inevitability. You rise, only to fall. You, Avengers, a meteor. My swift and terrible sword. And the earth will crack with the weight of your failure. Purge me from your computers, turn my own flesh against me. It means nothing. When the dust settles, the only thing living in this world will be metal."

They seemed to be fighting forever, and Sokovia was getting higher and higher. Just as everything seemed lost and the group looked to be faced with an impossible decision after Tony pointed out that the only thing he could think about was blowing the city before the impact radius got too big. Steve was adamant he was not leaving the city with one civilian on it, when Katie smiled sadly and turned to him.

"I didn't say we should leave." she said softly, and she could feel Natasha looking at her as well from where she stood on her right. Katie turned to Steve, as he looked down at her "There's worse ways to go." she said responding to his silent question, her chest heaving resigning herself to the fact that they might not make it out of this alive, surprised the thought didn’t frighten her more at that point.

"She’s right," Natasha said and Katie turned to look at her. She shrugged and nodded out at the clouds “Where else are we gonna get a view like this?”

"Glad you like the view, Romanoff." all 3 of them started at the very familiar voice that came through the coms. "It's about to get a whole lot better."

That's when the helicarrier came right into view and Katie smiled, her eyes filing with emotion as she felt the relief swell in her chest.

“So this is your ‘something dramatic’?” she quipped and Fury gave a hum of confirmation.

"Nice, right? Pulled her out of mothballs with a couple of old friends. She's dusty," Nick Fury said nonchalantly. "But she'll do."

Katie looked round and noticed that Pietro had joined us, looking at the ship.

"Fury, you son of a bitch." Steve spoke in almost a whisper while shaking his head.

Fury let out a whistle before responded to Steve teasingly. "Ohhh hooo, you kiss your mother with that mouth?"

Their fight led them to protecting the Vibranium Core that was situated in a church which was in the dead centre of the City and of course Ultron followed them. As The Avengers surrounded their precious charge, Thor yelled out to the AI.

"Is that best you can do?!"

Ultron picked his hand up, and what seemed like a million robots began to advance towards them.

Katie groaned, and looked at Steve as he turned to look at Thor, annoyance all over his face. "You haddda ask." He deadpanned, his Brooklyn accent coming out as it often did in these situations, and Thor at least had the decency to look sheepish.

"This is the best I can do." Ultron continued on. "This is exactly what I wanted. All of you against all of me. How can you possibly hope to stop me?"

"Well, like the old man said," Tony said, and Steve turned to look at him over his shoulder "Together."

Hulk then let out a loud roar as the swarm of robots attacked.

The robots began running into the church by the hundreds it seemed, but everyone was ready. Arrows, fists and Steve’s shield flew, repulsors, guns and shock sticks fired, speed and red tendrils of power ripped them apart from the inside, lighting flashed and the Hulk smashed. Eventually Ultron joined the fray and Vision flew at him. Ultron punched Vision into the wall but he retaliated by using the mind stone in his forehead to shoot at Ultron making him stagger back and out of the church.

Vision didn't let up as Thor, Tony and Katie joined the android with lightening and repulsor beams respectively. The Starks surged their arms forward, unloading all the power they had in their suits and the 4 of them combined melted away the outer layer of Vibranium that covered Ultron, which was when they stopped. He could be taken out easily now.

"You know, with the benefit of hindsight – " Ultron began to say but Hulk roared then punched him so hard he went flying across the city.

Hulk growled at the remaining robots who immediately turned and ran away.

"They'll try to leave the city." Thor called out.

"We can't let them, not even one." Tony spoke frantically, calling on their other eye in the sky. "Rhodey..."

"I'm on it!" He announced over the radio. “Oh no, I didn’t say you could leave…War Machine coming at you.” there was a pause as Vision flew in to help, phasing and ripping one of them apart “Ok, what?”

"We gotta move out." Steve spoke as those of them left on the ground re-grouped. "Even I can tell the air is getting thin. You guys get to the boats. I'll sweep for stragglers…”

“I’ll come with you…” Katie said. For some reason she didn’t want to leave him, or more to the point him to leave her. Steve looked at her, and he understood, he really did. If there was a chance they were getting separated he really didn’t want to take it but he wanted her on that carrier, away.

“You go and make sure everyone gets out.” he said “I’ll be right behind you, I promise."

He’d never broken a promise to her yet, so she took a deep breath and nodded.

"What about the core?" Clint asked while turning to look at it.

"I'll protect it." Everyone turned to Wanda, giving her a worried look. "It's my job." She clarified nodding to Clint. Clint inclined his head towards her, before he turned to leave.

“Nat…” he said as Steve started to usher everyone bar Wanda out of the church. I threw one last glance over at Wanda before Katie turned to Steve.

“Be careful.” “I always am…” he grinned.

“Liar.” she muttered watching him go, before she took off again, looking down at the devastation on the ground below. This was far worse than New York. Far worse than Washington. It was horrendous, and Katie wasn’t sure how the people of Sokovia would ever recover.

Clint skidded the car he had been driving to a halt by the lifeboats and Katie landed besides them. There was a roar and she glanced to her left, noticing the huge form of the Hulk throwing around debris of the various robots.

“We don’t have a lot of time…” Clint looked at Natasha meaningfully.

“So get your ass on a boat…” she shot back, jumping out of the car.

Clint and Katie then set off, ushering the last civilians around them onto the last boat as they went. Katie spotted Thor stood a little to her left, his head turned over to his right as Steve appeared from inside a building.

“Thor, I'm gonna need you back at the church." Tony said over the coms.

Thor nodded despite the fact that he couldn't see Tony and then looked at Steve, breathing heavily. "Is that the last of them?" He asked him.

"Yeah," he answered instead, quickly looking around at the evacuations taking place, spotting Katie and Clint boarding the boat "Everyone else is on board the carriers."

"You know, if this works, we maybe don't walk away." Tony said quietly, cutting Katie out of the coms temporarily so as not to worry or upset her.

"Maybe not." Thor agreed in a whisper.

At that point Clint sprinted back past them, but before either of them had time to follow him to help a hail of gunfire suddenly erupted where they standing. Steve held his shield up just in time and Thor dived to the side to avoid the bullets that had luckily been fired in a straight line between them all.

But it was Katie who noticed first what had happened. As the dust settled she saw Clint stood, with a little boy in his arms. He’d clearly tried to shield him from the bullets but it was Pietro that was standing there with bullet holes riddling his torso, the blood seeping through them.

“No… “ she muttered her pleading growing more frantic as she flew over to where they were stood “No, no, no…”

"You didn't see that coming?" the blonde man attempted to joke weakly then wobbled before falling face first and Katie caught him as she landed, just before he hit the ground. She laid him down gently and looked him over.

“Friday, life signs…”.

“Negative…” she said, her voice tinged with sadness.

Katie bowed her head slightly before my face plate slid back and she looked up at Clint. The pair of them exchanged a glance before Steve knelt down and closed Pietro’s eyes.

“I’ve got him…” he said gently, as he bent down and picked up Pietro as easily as if he was a small child. The three of them headed back to the airship, Clint with the little boy in his arms. Once on board, Steve lay Pietro down gently on the floor, where Katie sat by him, her suit making a clunk as she slid to the floor. Clint groaned as he lowered himself onto the row of seats behind her. Someone walked over to see if they needed any medical help but Clint waved him away.

“No, no I’m fine…” he said, lying down across a few seats, his hand resting on the metal shoulder of her suit. “oh it’s been a long day…”

Steve stood on the rock for one final look round, he couldn’t see anyone. But then, with a lurch the city fell with huge force and he turned and gave a jump, grabbing onto the platform of the ship as the city fell. He pulled himself up onto the deck and stood up to see, lightning flashing from the sky. As he watched, the city of Sokovia exploded from the inside out crumbling to pieces and raining down heavily into the ocean below.

He turned to see Katie was stood a few feet away, looking down.

“Tony? Thor?” she said, “Wanda?” Nothing.

She looked over Steve, biting her lip.

“They’ll be ok…” he said, although he wasn’t sure if he was trying to convince her or himself.

There was a slight lurch as the ship they were stood on docked with the hellicarrier and they turned to help Clint but he was already walking, carrying the body of Pietro with him. Katie jumped down onto the tarmac, deactivated her suit and made her way over to Maria Hill who was stood with another agent, directing them where to take the walking wounded, medics running onto the ships to deal with the more seriously injured in situ.

“You guys alright?” She asked as they walked over to her. Katie nodded and then spoke again into her coms. It was a relief to see Wanda’s red hair sat on the deck a few yards away from one of the ships, Vision having pulled her out of the city in time.

“Any news from the others?” Steve asked. Maria sighed.

“Natasha is on the bridge, Banner, I mean the Hulk, he got her out in time but…he went off in a jet after Ultron…I got nothing from Thor or Tony…”

Katie turned to look out over the sky, the airborne dust making her cough slightly as she scanned the clouds, waiting for a sign or anything from her brother.

“He’ll be ok…” Steve said, dropping a hand onto her shoulder. “He always is.” “One day he won’t be.” she said, looking up to face Steve

“Maybe, but that aint today…” a familiar voice rang in her ear and she let out a sigh of relief as her brother spoke. “Kiddo, I think we just won again…”

*****

Refugees crowded every corner of the flying base, sitting in the halls, huddling together, terrified. The dust in the air meant SHIELD couldn't connect to their mainframe or satellites, and the internet-based translators were down. Every person on board who knew even a smattering of any Slavic language was being recruited into helping settle the homeless Sokovians.

Fury was meeting via telecon in one of the conference rooms with the Sokovian political leaders, who were not pleased at being dragged from their homes in Novi Grad in the wee hours of the morning only to then watch their nation destroyed. So with Fury busy, Steve and Katie had to tell Tony about Bruce.

That hadn't been fun at all. Her brother had struggled back to the helicarrier, with barely enough power left to make the landing, Thor hot on his tail, soaked to the skin and staggering with a nasty head wound. Steve helped him inside where he was led to a medic bay and they had all retreated to the comms room where Nat was stood in a corner, staring at a blank screen.

"Where's Bruce?" Tony demanded as soon as he got his helmet off. "We've got to figure out…" He trailed off, seeing the expression on Katie’s face. Then his eyes flashed across to Natasha. The woman hadn't moved a muscle in ten minutes, standing in a corner and staring straight at the wall, back to the rest of the room.

"Tony." Steve's voice was heavy. “He’s taken off… we can’t reach him.” “And I don’t think he wants us to.” Katie added. She had barely finished her sentence before Tony bolted across the room to the computer banks, heedlessly shucking off bits of his armour as he went.

"No," he shook his head, fingers flying across the keyboards. "No, I can find him. I can do this, I can bring him home."

"It was cloaked." Natasha's voice was very even, with absolutely no inflection. She didn't stop staring at her wall. "Your own cloaking devices. And SHIELD's secret tracker was disabled in the fight."

Tony's hand slipped, hitting a bunch of things Steve was sure he hadn't meant to. Swearing hopelessly, he stared blankly at the useless screens.

"Why?" he demanded, very quietly, the furious brokenness in his voice made my heart ache for him. "Why would he…?"

The unfinished question hung heavy in the dusty air. Steve was the one who answered.

"Because," he said, swallowing "When you're in the air, and you're carrying something that will destroy everything you love, that's all you can do. You do go down, and you take it down with you."

Tony’s hands curled into fists, anguish in his snarl. "This isn't the same as your golden boy sacrifice play, Cap. No bombs on that quinjet."

"No, no bombs." Steve said gently, his hand on Katie’s arm as he noticed she’d been about to chastise her brother for his venomous jibe, and he shook his head softly as he dragged his gloves back on over his bruised and bloody knuckles, flexing his hands.. "Just himself," he finished quietly.

"Veronica failed, Tone” Katie said gently, understanding at once what Steve was getting at, Bruce’s actions suddenly making sense “ He didn’t want to come to Sokovia and I guess, well he didn’t want to risk hurting anyone again, and he saw a way out."

Natasha turned on her heel and pushed past them, her eyes wet as she made for the door.

“Nat…” Katie said gently, turning to watch her go. She shook her head, signalling she wanted to be alone as she left. Katie looked up at Steve who hung his head sadly.

But there wasn’t time to think on it. Fury arrived at that moment, clearly pissed at something. He explained to the group that after the explosion that tore Ultron's plans to shreds, he had been set to take the helicarrier to a refugee camp in a nearby country but the Sokovian officials had refused, insisting they be set back down in what was left of Novi Grad. Steve nodded and told Fury to do as they wanted.

"This wouldn't have happened if it hadn't been for us." Steve's jaw was set, and his arms folded. "We owe it to them Fury, like it or not."

Fury hadn't liked it, at all, but he didn't have much say in the matter - not when Steve had that look on his face.

“This isn’t going to be nice…” Steve muttered as the pod had descended back to the ground.

“I know.” Katie said. “But we face it together, right?”

Novi Grad was an absolute mess. Most of the city had been torn up by the roots, and the rim that was left hadn't escaped unscathed either. Buildings had toppled from falling debris and the initial ground-shaking wrench. Water and electricity were out, phone lines were down, and the streets were clogged with cars and people. Children choked on the thick air as parents tied whatever cloth they could find around tiny mouths, trying to protect their lungs.

It was thankless, numbing work. Most of the civilians avoided them, casting wary glances out of the corner of their eyes. A few swore or spat, some cried, but after a while it began to get difficult as a particular group started to get violent, screaming as they threw things at the 4 Avengers. It didn't cause much damage to the Nova or Iron Man suits, but the rocks soon started getting bigger. Katie heard a yell and turned to her left to see Steve stumbling forward, hand clamped over the back of his head. He fell to his knees and Katie moved over to him, dropping besides him.

“Shit…” he mumbled as she heard Thor give a roar.

“Let me see…” she said gently, as Steve winced, shaking his head.

“I’m fine…” he said, getting to his feet, hand still clutching at the back of his head.

Katie glanced up at Tony, who had completely lost his patience.

"Ungrateful brats," he said loudly after the young hooligans who had immediately scarpered after Thor’s show of anger. "Look, why don't you head back to the carrier, see what the next step is?" Tony curled his gauntlet clad hand over Steve’s shoulder as his face plate retracted. Katie looked at her brother, thankful for his suggestion.

Steve shook his head, but even as she did so she saw him sway a little.

“Sweetheart, you’re bleeding…” she said gently, and he looked at his hand. “At least let’s clean you up…”

Steve didn't want to go, but he gave into her as she whispered “Please.”

"Five minutes," he relented at last, and allowed her to lead him away.

*****

As Katie shed her suit, Steve sat on a chair in one of the hellicarrier kitchens, one of the few rooms that wasn’t being used as a makeshift hospital or treatment bay. There were no spare medics so Katie grabbed some gauze, antiseptic and a couple of steri-strip bandages. He would heal pretty fast anyway.

“You know you should have had your helmet on…” she said gently, suddenly realising he hadn’t had it on for the entire time they had been in Sokovia having tossed it back on the jet when he saw the graffiti picture of himself when they first landed. He shrugged and didn’t reply, but he flinched hard when Katie lightly touched the lump at the back of his head.

“Sorry…” she said gently as he waved away her apology, head bent as she cleaned the blood off his hair.

“Doesn’t hurt as much as what they were calling me.” He mumbled, and Katie paused.

“Which was what? I didn’t hear them.”

“fašista” he said, “Fascist.” His shoulders slumped and sudden angry tears stung at Katie’s eyes, but she blinked them back and swallowed the hot anger swelling in her throat. This was a man who had put his life on the line countless times to fight the very things that people were calling him. She leaned forward, slipping my arms around his neck, connecting them in front of his chest as she bent to lay her face against his cheek.

"At the risk of sounding like an old man, everybody's so young these days," Steve said at last as he turned his head to face her "Has it all been forgotten, or have I really become...?"

Katie cut him off, her eyes on his, faces inches apart. "They've forgotten," she assured him firmly. ”You could never be like those monsters. But people, well they can't imagine – I find it hard at times. We never lived through it, never knew what it was like. History books and lessons can only do so much love."

Steve's fingers laced between mine, "'Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it,'" he whispered heavily.

"True," she said gently as he rolled his head round to face her “But that's why there are people like us, people like you. You will always remember, and because you do, you help us do our best to keep the rest of them safe."

She pressed a gentle kiss to his lips before she straightened up and continued to tend to the wound on his head. It wasn’t as deep as it had looked and was already starting to heal anyway. She checked to make sure there were no fragments of the brick left behind and when she was satisfied she dropped the bloodied gauze into a bin and turned to face him.

"I shouldn't have taken Banner.” He said, and Katie took a deep breath “I knew he was low, but he said he wanted to come, he wanted to help find Nat."

"You can't blame yourself for his choice," Katie reminded him. “He’s a grown man…” Steve didn’t say anything more about it, instead he stood up and took a deep breath. “Come on, let’s go see what’s happening.”

Katie followed him into the corridor and as they turned to head through a service door to use the maintenance walkways, she spotted a small figure huddled at the other side, knees pulled to her chest.

“Wanda?” Katie said, stopping to crouch next to her. Steve knelt down at the other side of the young girl, as she turned her face to look at her. "I'm sorry about your brother," Katie said gently.

Her face twisted suddenly, and she laid her head on her knees, hair falling around her face. Steve looked at Katie before he shifted, reaching out and lightly putting an arm round her. She didn't pull away, instead she lay her head against his chest.

"You know," he said at last, when the silence between them all felt a little less fragile, "You're welcome to stay with us for as long as you want."

She sat up straight and drew back. "At Stark Tower?" she asked, mouth pulling into a half-hearted expression of distaste. Katie sighed.

"At the Avengers Tower," she corrected quietly.

Wanda surveyed her for a moment, and then lowered her eyes and clenched a hand over her mouth.

"I wish I could tell you that it gets easier," Steve told her after a minute. “It won't, not right away. But you don't have to do this alone. We got your back, Wanda.”

Her face crumpled. Then she cried. Katie threw her arms around her and she turned to her, sobbing into her chest.

*****

It took almost two days for relief services to arrive at Sokovia. Steve felt dirty, tired and desperate for a hot shower and his own bed and he wasn’t alone. None of The Avengers had changed in 2 days. All their extra equipment had gone on the missing Quinjet with Bruce, including the change of civilian clothing everyone tried to keep on hand. But their discomfort paled into insignificance when he glanced over at Wanda as they landed at the tower. Katie guided her up to the spare room, ensured she had what she needed and then instructed her if she needed anything else, all she had to do was ask Friday, who would contact her immediately. Wanda nodded and Katie left her to be a lone for a while.

When Katie got back to her floor Steve was already in the shower, and the bed had never looked so inviting, which was why she couldn’t wait to get into it. Stripping off her filthy cat suit and her underwear she walked into the bathroom which was filled with steam and stepped into the shower behind Steve, her hands straying round to the front of his chest, simply laying her head against his back. He didn’t flinch, he simply grasped her hands in his, pulling her closer and dipped his head slightly as she nuzzled into his shoulder, the grime from the last few days whirling down the plug hole as the water rained down on them. Without speaking Katie grabbed his shampoo, and gently as she could massaged at his hair. Steve gave a soft moan, relishing at the feel of her nails on his scalp, happy to bliss out for a moment. He turned to face his future wife, tipping his head back to rinse his hair off and smiled tiredly as he dropped his head to kiss her softly.

“Turn round” he said gently, and she did as she was told as his hands wound into her hair, repaying the favour. She closed her eyes and leaned back into his touch, the intimate moment also serving as a perfect relaxer so much so that she didn’t object when things started to get a bit heated. This was always how things went with them both, they sought solace in one another, the physical relief of losing themselves with someone they loved was how they coped, how they stayed grounded, reminded ourselves that they weren’t alone.

His hands travelled down her body, her back pressed to his chest as his fingers reached between her legs, finding her spot. She moaned, arching back into him as his other hand caressed her breast, his arousal pressing into the lower part of her back and she lazily rolled her head to catch his mouth. As the hot water cascaded down onto them he took her to the brink before he spun her round and lifted her easily, pressing her back onto the cool tiles. He thrust into her without warning and she groaned, her hands gripping his shoulders as he began to pump in and out, his head falling to her collar bone as he gave a soft nip. With each roll of his hips Katie felt her pleasure beginning to mount, soft moans falling from her lips as she dropped her head to his shoulder, the feeling in her stomach beginning to overwhelm her.

“Look at me Doll” he said gently, and she opened her eyes, emerald gems locking onto his as he saw her mouth open, lips part in a soft cry as she came, a deeper groan bubbled over in her throat and her head slid backwards. Steve would never get tired of seeing her like that, ever. It was the most arousing thing in the world to him. His pace began to quicken and he followed shortly, the tight bands in his stomach snapping as he pressed her harder against the wall as he rode out his release.

When they had finally finished in the shower the pair of them were almost dead on their feet. They dried off, Katie shucked on one of Steve’s T-shirts and clambered into bed with him. Neither had any idea what time of day it was but neither cared, the blackout blinds sent the room into darkness. Katie lay her head on Steve’s chest, his hand slid up the cotton of his shirt and he gently ran his fingers up and down her spine.

He managed to do it about twice before the pair of them were out for the count.

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starblazerm31 · 5 years ago

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The Courtiers as Shitty Retail Customers

This HC of mine seems to have gotten lost in the miasma somewhere. It was an ask I had gotten in response to the Main 6 as Retail Workers HC.

Now...as a note...everything I write here I have seen/happened to me personally. EVERYTHING. These are not your typical “Karen” stories.

Content warnings: Bodily fluids (blood, vomit, feces, etc.). Blatant rudeness. Flagrant stupidity. THEFT. Disturbing malevolent behavior. Unwanted butt pinching.

The Courtiers As Shitty Retail Customers (cont. of Main 6 as Retail Workers)

Valdemar

That customer who leaves unexplained blood spatters ALL OVER the single bathroom. They didn’t seem injured when they went in...but after they came out, everyone swears they committed a murder in there. Poor Julian got pegged to clean it up since he’s the one certified in hazardous spills and Muriel was off that day.

The customer who stares at everyone in a really uncomfortable way. Like...are they planning on slitting someone's throat right here in the store? Please don’t...the employees really don’t want to have to deal with the inquiry and paperwork.

The customer who will grab a worker and just...occupy them. Talking. Oddly. About anything and yet absolutely nothing. But still dropping the most uncomfortable TMI. One time, they grabbed Asra and just HAD to go into explicit detail about how they skin an animal after hunting. And how much they love Satan.

The customer who will ask a really dangerous request of the worker they swept up just hoping to see them get hurt. One time, he asked Julian to check on a specific tire which was WAAAAAY up on the top of the huge tire rack. Chuckled to himself when the tire fell on Julian and almost broke his arm while he was ten feet in the air on a ladder.

Gets really offended when an employee gets too close. "Come any closer and I'll stab you." Julian: "Do it. Five cameras can see you RIGHT. NOW.

*flashes a knife at Muriel* Muriel: "My dick is bigger."

Volta

That customer who grabs food off of the shelf, eats it, then deposits the empty (or half-empty) wrapper/bottle on another shelf in another part of the store.

She once stole some things from the store and got a big head about it. So she decided to come back the very next night to steal some more. All the employees were wise to her and watched her very closely. She stuffed a bunch of items up her shirt and made her way to the door. Nadia and Muriel were standing there waiting for her. She panicked and dropped everything out of her shirt in front of everyone (all the employees proceeded to point at her and laugh) and then walked out in a hurry.

When free snacks are offered to customers, she proceeds to stuff her face while spilling the snacks all over the store. She leaves a trail of chips/popcorn wherever she walks.

Somehow managed to knock down an entire shelf of gallon jugs of water. The water jugs all exploded on the floor. It looked like a Noah's Ark situation.

Walked by Muriel and proceeded to suddenly vomit onto the floor.

Will unfold and an entire shelf of shirts (about an hour's worth of work) just to be a bitch.

Tried to steal a "Try Me" stick of deodorant that literally hundreds of people had touched. Saw that she was being watched by Muriel, so she proceeded to look Muriel right in the eye and apply the deodorant. Muriel: "...I hope she gets sick."

*grabs Nadia* "I think that worker is spying on me!" *points to Julian* "He keeps following me around!" Julian is stocking shelves, not even paying attention to her. "And his body odor is really offensive!" *Nadia looks to her dubiously* "I'm sorry about that. Here, let me fix it." *walks over to Julian, explains the situation, and then gets on the radio* "Watch the customer in accessories, they are behaving strangely." Thirty minutes later, Volta is being escorted out by police for theft. Julian: "Body odor! *huffs* Enjoy the lockup BO you're gonna have tomorrow, bitch."

Vlastomil

Brings in Wiggler. "He's my emotional support worm!"

Wiggler pees on the floor. Is asked to take his pet out of the store. Proceeds to scream about how the store targets the mentally ill. (Muriel has to go to the back to rage in private with Asra)

Asks about products, and then proceeds to criticize the store for even carrying such "ridiculous" items.

Brings a fuckload of coupons, and expects them to be applied to clearance items. Finds out that coupons cannot be honored for clearance items, and leaves two whole shopping carts of random items for the staff to reshelf.

"I can't see myself spending $3 on THAT."

To Asra: "I'm going to need your employee discount." Asra: "So...I can move in with you tonight?" Vlastomil: "What?" Asra: "Well, if I give you my discount, I will be promptly fired. I have a snake to take care of. If I lose my job, I lose my apartment and my ability to feed myself and my snake. Since YOU would be responsible for my getting fired, I'd expect YOU to take care of me and my snake afterward. So...I can move in with you tonight?" Vlastomil: "...nevermind."

"The handsome manager said I could get this item with a 10% discount because it's not the brand I'm wanting." Julian: "Lucio isn't here today." Vlastomil: "He said it the other day." Julian: "He has to actually be here and tell me that himself, sorry. He'll be here tomorrow, try again then."

Went into the bathroom. A few minutes later, came out and grabbed Muriel and said that the bathroom needed to be cleaned. Muriel looked inside and was APPALLED by the sight of feces smeared EVERYWHERE. The floor, all of the stall doors, the trash can, the sinks, the toilets. Vlastomil: "Yeah, I had an accident." Muriel did not hide his disgust and went to get the cleaning cart. Threatened to quit that night. Muriel: "This is the kind of stuff DOCTORS AND NURSES deal with! They get paid at least $20 an hour! I make MINIMUM FUCKING WAGE!!!"

Vulgora

The customer that snaps at every single employee that speaks to them.

"No one likes (sports team)! Why the hell do you even carry merch for this shitty team?!" (because there are more fans of that sports team than of the team that THEY like in that particular area)

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERE'S A PENALTY FOR LETTING MY LAYAWAY EXPIRE?! I WANT MY FULL REFUND!!!"

"RETURN THIS ITEM!" Portia: "We don't carry this item." Vulgora: "YES YOU DO, I BOUGHT IT HERE!!" Portia: "I'm sorry, but this item is exclusive to (different store)." Vulgora: "YOU'RE AN IDIOT! LET ME SPEAK TO YOUR MANAGER!" Nadia proceeds to tell them the EXACT. SAME. THING. Vulgora: "YOU'RE ALL MORONS! I'M CALLING CORPORATE!"

"How do I install a trailer hitch?" Julian: "I'm sorry, I don't know." Vulgora: "Well they just need to employ a trained monkey here!" Julian: "We ARE accepting applications, you know."

"Is this shit real gold?" Portia: "Yes, 18k." Vulgora: "How much is it?" Portia: *looks* "$250." Vulgora: "What gold do you have for $20?" Portia: "Nothing."

"I WILL CLIMB OVER THIS DESK AND MESS YOU UP!" Portia: *points to the camera aimed directly at them* "Do it. I'll see you in court."

They lost their place in line because they had to go and look at something. When the person behind them stepped up to the register and started to get their items rung up, they dashed back in front of the person and grabbed Portia's arm to stop her from ringing up the other person's items. Drew back in shock and horror when Portia immediately balled up her fist and held it threateningly at them. Nadia was standing right there next to Portia. Nadia: "You need to leave. Right now." After they left, Nadia looked to Portia and said: "You wouldn't have gotten in trouble if you'd hit them, you know." Portia: "No one grabs me. No one."

"YOU'RE HIDING ALL OF THE STORE EXCLUSIVE POP FIGURES IN THE BACK SO YOU IDIOTS CAN BUY THEM ALL AND SELL THEM ON EBAY!!" Julian: "I'm sorry, but you're incorrect. That Pop figure is $8, and no one here wants to lose their job over an $8 figure. Plus...the figure you're wanting isn't at this store anyway." Vulgora: "AND WHY NOT?!" Julian: "...Because it's sold online only." *shows them the online info that clearly states "online-only"*

Valerius

The customer who expects an employee to follow them around with a basket while they shop.

"Is this organic?" Julian: "Yes, sir, it is." Valerius: "I don't believe you. Places like this can't possibly carry organic items."

Left an ENTIRE. PILE. of tried-on clothes in the dressing room when the limit on items was 4.

Opened at least 20 different tubes of lipstick and swiped them on his arm. Put them all back on the shelf. Asra could be heard swearing as he had to pull each lipstick off of the shelf and dispose of them since they were no longer sanitary and could not be sold. "Couldn't he just steal? It would have been so much easier..."

Comes into the store drunk off his ass and acts belligerent to everyone he sees. Gets so OFFENDED when asked to leave.

"Are these diamonds real?" Asra: "They are lab-grown." Valerius: "So they aren't real." Asra: "They are lab-grown, so they are synthetic diamonds." Valerius: "So they aren't real." Asra: *sighs* "They wouldn't be sold for just $50 if they were."

Starts fights with other customers because he thinks "They're weird."

The customer who accosts other customers, thinking they work there. Even though they AREN'T. WEARING. A. UNIFORM.

Stuffs a pile of clothes he decided he doesn't want behind the tampons.

Demands that the single bathroom be unlocked, even though the single bathroom being locked means that it's occupied.

"How do these pants make my package look?" Julian: "...I'm not going to look, sir. But they make your calves look amazing."

Walked by Asra and pinched his ass. Looked so shocked when Asra whirled around and yelled at him. Valerius: "Hey, I thought you would like that!" Asra: "I CLEARLY DID NOT! That is called SEXUAL ASSAULT!!! YOU GO TO JAIL FOR THAT!!!"

#the arcana headcanons #arcana headcanons #the arcana asra #the arcana julian #the arcana nadia #the arcana portia #the arcana muriel #starblazerm31 headcanons #who just pinches a strangers ass

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ababy-girl · 6 years ago

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Bodysuit

summary: You post a sexy picture of yourself, but Sweet Pea doesn't enjoy the attention his girlfriend is receiving.

characters: Sweet Pea x Reader

warnings: smut

word count: 1,750ish

hey! I'm finally posting the full version of the Bodysuit imagine, I hope you guys like it!

Going to the mall with Toni was always fun. You would try on clothing pieces you wouldn't buy, eat all kinds of stuff, take pictures to post later and all that. This day wasn't different, you two just got on forever 21 where a sale was happening, a big variety of pieces you grabbed just to play around in the fitting room. One being a white bodysuit.

“wow, that looks great on you,” Toni said, gazing at the piece. “ I'll pick one on a different color for myself!”

“Hey, first take some pictures, I wanna show sweet pea this bodysuit” She then embodied a professional photographer and started to snap a bunch of pictures at the same time. While she went out to pick her own, you decided to buy the piece, it was going to be a great addition to your wardrobe.

After the mall expedition, you got a milkshake and called the uber not wanting to call the boys to pick you up. “Good thing we didn't come with the bikes” Toni tried to accommodate herself inside the car while maneuvering the shopping bags in her hands.“Yeah, I don't think we would be able to drive with all this!” On the way home, you looked at the pictures of the day, your eyes flashing to one Toni took at the fitting room. You then edited and decided to post the picture, imagining what would be Sweet Pea’s reaction.

“Damn, Sweets, your girlfriend is hot” Fangs said while checking his Instagram feed at the white wirm.

Lifting his head, Sweet Pea looked at Jug that had the same expression as his, furrowed brows that carried confusion for the sudden comment. “Yeah, I know, why you're saying that?”

“She just posted a picture, look” Fangs stretched out his hand to show his friends the picture Y/n had posted half an hour ago.

Her face was half cropped, only showing her mouth. From a lower angle, the girl exposed her Snake tattoo on her hip, her hand framing her bum. Wearing only a bodysuit and her usual big rings. Behind her was the dressing room mirror, and a piece of Toni's pink hair could be spotted.

“That looks bad-ass” Jughead said with a small grin, proud of his own joke.

“Shut up, Jones” Sweet Pea said with clenched fists “that ass is mine”. Seeing the number of likes and comments on her picture, he stormed out of the bar, leaving the boys confused by his sudden burst.

You were laying on the couch when the enraged boy entered the trailer with red in his eyes. “Delete that picture”

You couldn't believe he was angry because of the picture you posted, “what are you talking about? I ain't deleting anything!” He was always jealous, you knew it was trouble when you posted the sexy picture but thought a little playing wouldn't hurt.

“Yes you are, look at all the guys commenting there, seeing your body! Only I can see you like that!” Sweet Pea said between clenched teeth.

“Well, that's just stupid. I can post whatever I want!” after all, everyone knew you were together, even the jocks at Riverdale High had learned to understand that. “It's just silly comments on a silly picture!”

“That's not silly! That’s full-on bedroom behavior you're showing them” he knew there was no arguing with you, so stubborn no one could change your mind and personality. You are a free spirit and couldn't be bothered with people telling you what to do or how to act. And that drives him crazy, he doesn't want you alone in parties where people could touch you, he doesn't want people to see what he could see in the bedroom, he wanted all for him. “Whatever, Y/n.”

“Hey! Where are you going?!” You asked gazing at his tall frame walking to the door of the trailer. He didn't answer, just shut the door behind him.

With your legs up, listening to some music and going through your feed, you jumped with the sound of the door banging open and SP going to the bathroom. “Jeez” yep, he was still mad, but you wouldn't apologize for something you didn't saw as wrong! But you had a way to show him that the picture was a nice one. When he came out of the bathroom, You were was laying on the bed with a bathrobe, staring at him.“I don't know why you're so mad at the picture, you know, everyone can see my body…” the serpent boy was already starting to open his mouth to speak how everyone now knew how hot you looked with that little amount of clothing, when you started to open the bathrobe, revealing the bodysuit of the picture.

Crawling to the end of the bed, standing on your knees. “... but only you can touch it.” You took his hands and guided through Your body, nipples hardening with the coldness of his rings on your skin. “Anyone can see this... “ his hands traveled your curves, every inch of your body, mouth-watering on the sight “but no one can enjoy the feel” Sweet Pea’s mouth kissed your jaw while his hands held you by the waist, the other one on the back of your tight, “everyone will know what you can have, everyone will envy you, everyone will want to be you. Because you're the only one that can have me in your arms like this”

it was like magic the way the words slip into his head. only you had that power over him, making him speechless. You were actually right, no one could touch you like him. You backed up on the bed and invited the boy to join you, what he did almost immediately after his head came back from space.

Sweet peas body hovered over yours, emanating the heat only you could bring to him, your lips touching came almost as a sip of cold water to refresh yours desires. his tongue fiddling with yours with a considerable force and passion, the fabric of the white bodysuit felt so soft under his hands, the sight and the feel almost angelic to the boy. Your hair splattered around your hair like an aura of pure bliss to his eyes. how could something other than his hands embrace and hug her body so perfect and beautifully? and it was all his.

Sweet Pea got his phone from the back pocket of his jeans and opened the camera, framing his tattooed thumb on her mouth. "well then, let's show them you're only mine" and with a snap of the picture, his phone was already on the floor, the jacket and flannel following behind. His body hovering over your figure sending chills to your spine. He knew the amount of power he held and was no scared to use against you. Of course, you were stubborn as hell and would not budge when you had an idea in mind. But he still held the dominance in him. His dominance that emanated through his kisses down your body.

Getting between your legs and pushing the cotton layer of the bodysuit aside, the view of your body on it was perfect. The piece had a low cut, exposing the inside of your breasts, giving you that underboob look. "Now they know where your tattoo is, baby girl"

"Yes, they won't need to doubt my loyalty anymore" His mouth then kissed your inner thighs, teasing you when not giving attention to the part you needed and wanted him the most. Using your hands you tried to push his head to your core, but he resisted. "I think you deserve a little teasing, don't you agree?"

"I hate when you are right" and he was. With all the picture event you knew your pleasure wouldn't come easy. The tip of his long fingers traced along your core, from the sensitive nub to your entrance. And he kept this pace going for a while, touching you and watching your figure squirm under his hands, keeping you from moving or thrusting into his digits. With time you started to whine, but it didn't last long."If you complain I'll make it a double round of this" he was a professional at the art of torture. After he felt it was enough teasing you felt his lips kissing your inner thighs, moving in and upwards to the root of your problem.

His mouth closed around your clit, his tongue flicking up and down with a spectacular pressure. Sweet Pea took his time savoring your tastes and moans, before he moved to your breasts, his member touching your entrance.

"Come on, Pea. Stop the teasing." With that, the boy entered you with force, you didn't had the time to adjust at all. He moved in and out without a pause.

"You're so tight" his mouth was inches from yours, his breath fanning on your face "tell me you want it deeper"

Fuck. "Give me deeper!" He used more force and you didn't think he could go any deeper, but he did.

Your boobs bouncing up and down. “You're mine," he said and swiftly turned you face down, "I'm gonna make you feel it" his cock pounded into your pussy, one of his hands holding your face onto the pillow and the other keeping your ass up by the waist. His pace was furious and you could already feel the pressure on your belly, the butterflies flying away trying to break free. And you did.

"Oh yes! Yes, Sweets!" You were a moaning mess when he pulled you by the neck. Your back touching his body and his dick reaching a whole new spot inside of you. "Yes! I'm cumming!"

His hand still on your waist helped him to keep thrusting, he was close. "Make me cum with your pussy" The boy's grip on you waist increased, so did the hand on your throat. His grasp sending you into another trance, as your pussy squeezed and contracted around him, making him release hot spurts inside of you. "Fuck."

You both fell onto the bed, tired and panting.

"If I knew that would be my punishment I would have posted more pictures sooner."

"Yeah, don't try me, princess. And you better keep this piece” his hands gripped your bodysuit straps, holding you close to him.

#riverdale #sweet pea #sweet pea smut #riverdale smut #sweet pea x reader #sweet pea imagine #sweet pea fic #riverdale imagine #riverdale fic #riverdale x reader #bodysuit #smut #fic #imagine

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redwoodoriginalfirstnine · 6 years ago

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Start At The Beginning [Happy Lowman]

Chapter Three

Prompt: He smiles and it’s like falling in love all over again.

Rating: SFW

Warnings: Fluffy AF like normal and per usual i’m domesticating Happy Lowman.

Notes: italics is a flashback of sorts to when they met and fell in love. But it’s a “fairytale” for the kids.

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With a cheery smile [Y/N] puts the finishing touches on the girls lunches which includes big goofy smiley faces on the paper bags. Before she can get a single word out of her mouth two half dressed munchkins come bounding around the corner being chased by a very exasperated Happy. In a flash [Y/N] scoops up Lei before she can scamper away yet again and places her on the counter in front of her.

“No fair momma!” Lei cries out as [Y/N] begins readjusting the tiny garments hanging off of her tiny frame. Out of the corner of her eye she spies Happy wrangle Cora and do the same and just in time as the preschool bus stops outside and begins honking.

“All right ladies, grab your backpacks and lets get this day started!” [Y/N] chirps happily as she sets Lei down on the ground before grabbing their lunches and heading towards the front door. “If you hurry I’ll see if I can maybe add some ice cream into supper tonight!”

[Y/N]’s bargaining chips seems to kick the girls into high gear because they come bouncing after her. A lunch bag is exchanged for a kiss and then they are out the door and onto the bus. She makes sure the bus is far away from the house before closing the door and retreating back into the kitchen searching for Happy. Upon entering the kitchen she finds him draped over the counter munching on some leftover waffles.

“They have your energy,” Happy mumbles as she comes to a stop in front of him, “I don’t understand how you do it everyday.”

[Y/N] let's out a deep sigh and pries the half eaten waffle out of Happy’s hand before taking a bite out it herself, “lots and lots of coffee, a huge helping of you.”

“Oh?” Happy questions as he pushes himself up and off of the counter, slowly slinking around so that he’s now standing behind [Y/N]. He gently brushes her hair away from her neck and shoulder before placing a few butterfly kisses along the exposed skin. For a split second [Y/N] slips into the moment, her eyes flutter shut and she grinds her ass against his crotch.

“Baby, as much as I’d like to get lost in a world of pure ecstasy right now if we don’t get going, we’re both gonna be late.” [Y/N] mumbles out as she tries desperately to clutch at something, anything to keep herself from jumping Happy. “Don’t want to piss off Chibs.”

Happy grumbles unhappily but places a loving kiss on her forehead, “I’ll see you tonight, love you.”

“Love you to, be careful out there.” [Y/N] replies with a smile as she watches Happy pick up his kutte and walk out the back door. From where she’s standing at the kitchen counter she can hear the motorcycle roar to life in the garage and then quickly fade down the highway. Her [e/c] eyes dance over to the clock hanging above the dining table before bugging at the time displayed there.

[Y/N] picks up her own bag and quickly runs back through the house double checking that everything is situated and turned off. With one final look she exits the house, locks it up tight and climbs into her car ready to get the day started so that it flies by and she can come home to her family. After clocking out [Y/N] heads to the parking garage and while waiting for the elevator she fishes her phone out and scrolls through her contacts until she reaches Happy’s number. As soon as the cursor highlights his name she hits call and places the phone up against her ear, she listens to the ringing until the elevator comes to a stop. Just before she steps onto the elevator her phone call is forwarded to his voicemail, [Y/N] doesn’t leave a message instead she ends the call.

The whole ride down to the garage and the drive home was a bit taxing, she knows what Happy does for the club and how dangerous it is, but there are times were her mid runs rampant. She worries that he won’t come home ever, of if something does happen and he does come home she worries that he won’t be whole. So as soon as she comes to a stop outside of the garage she puts the car in park and tries to call Happy once more only to be yet again sent to voicemail. To calm herself down [Y/N] sucks in a deep breath and slowly lets it out, her hands tighten and untighten around the steering wheel. A sudden honk stirs her from her thoughts and she climbs out of the car to see the bus slowly creeping to a stop at the end of the driveway and when the doors open her two hooligans come rushing forth.

“Momma, momma! Look what we did today.” Lei shouts as they come running over to where she’s standing huge pieces of construction paper flopping behind each of the girls.

“Oh! Let me see!” [Y/N] chirps as she squats down in front of them ready to inspect whatever they’re toting.

“We made pictures of our family with noodles.” Cora states as she whips her picture around to show [Y/N].

The moment her eyes land on the two pictures all of the previous worries she had are temporarily wiped away, “These are absolutely beautiful! How about we hang them both on the refrigerator so that everyone can see them.”

“Yeah! Let's do that momma!” Lei cheers as [Y/N] takes their tiny hands and leads them into the house. Once inside she helps them pull off their backpacks and happily takes their artwork as they climb up onto a couple of barstools at the island. She listens to the two of them bicker over the last banana while hanging up their stunning artwork, once they’re secured to the fridge she spins around and pulls the piece of fruit from their grabby hands. Of course they object but [Y/N] holds up a finger urging them to wait until she peels and splits the banana in half, happily she passes them an equal piece while contemplating what to cook for dinner.

[Y/N] ushers the girls into the living room once they finish their snack and once they’re comfortable on the couch she surfs through their approved TV shows. She settles on spongebob and leaves the girls to their show in order to do a little tidying to keep herself busy, but for a brief moment the thoughts from earlier come flooding back. With a quick look over her shoulder she makes sure the girls are still entertained before sneaking off into the laundry room with her cell phone tightly clasped in her hand. The moment she finds Happy’s number she hits the green call button once more, she places the phone to her ear just as it starts ringing and ringing and it’s eventually sent to voicemail.

Fear courses through her, but [Y/N] forces it down deep inside and exits the laundry room to check on the girls who are deeply invested in their show. [Y/N] tucks her phone into her pants pocket before turning her attention towards cooking dinner which will hopefully keep her mind busy. She works diligently and before she realizes it an hour has passed and for a brief moment she steps away from the stove and into the living room where she finds the girls playing with a few of their toys in the floor. Happy with what she sees, [Y/N] returns to the kitchen to put the finishing touches on supper before moving the steaming dishes to the kitchen table.

[Y/N] pulls four plates down from the cabinet and four matching pieces of silverware and sets the table hoping that Happy will walk through the door at any moment. “Girls, dinner is ready but make sure you wash your hands first okay?”

“Okay momma!” They chime in unison before running down the hallway to the bathroom where she can hear them laughing and the water running. Satisfied that they are getting ready she returns to the kitchen table and sets the plates down and just as she turns back around to grab some cups the girls come running into the dining room.

“Easy, easy who wants juice?” [Y/N] asks as she opens the door of the refrigerator.

“I want juice!” Lei shouts as she clambers up onto her chair.

“Can I have milk momma?” Cora asks as she follows suit.

“Of course you can baby.” she replies as she pulls both jugs out of the fridge closing the door with her foot, “would you like to pour your own drinks tonight?”

The girls nod and take the jugs while [Y/N] sits down across from them, her eyes never leave them ready to jump in when needed. Of course neither of them have any trouble and she turns her attention to portioning out the food so that they get a little of everything. Supper flies by and once the girls are done eating they clear their dishes from the table and place them in the sink and before [Y/N] can stand up from the table they whisk her dishes away as well.

“Thank you for your help, you guys ready to take your bath?” She questions with a smile as the two of them grab her hands.

“Yes! Will you tell us more of the story?” Lei asks as they pull her down the hallway.

[Y/N] laughs softly, “Of course now go pick out your pajamas and meet me back in the bathroom. Hurry or i’ll forget!”

The girls take off and she slips into the bathroom to get the bath started, after adding the stopper she adjusts the water to the right temperature and adds just a small hint of bubble bath. Behind her she can hear the girls laughing and joking and out of the corner of her eye she can see school clothes flying every which way. She barely has time to step out of the way before the girls rush the tub and settle in quitely for a change which is a bit shocking.

“You two must really want me to continue this story.” [Y/N] states as she kneels down in front of them ready to wash their hair as they eagerly nod, “okay, now where did daddy leave off?”

“Refill ma’am?” the waitress asks for the third time within the last thirty minutes. [Y/N] glances up from the coffee cup centered between her hands and shakes her head no, the waitress understands and slinks back off to the counter to take care of the other customers. She scans the small diner once more just to make sure he didn’t sit anywhere else before downing the rest of the coffee. Before sliding out of the booth she digs out a ten dollar bill and lays it on the table knowing that it’ll cover the bill, she flashes the waitress a small smile before stepping out into the chilly night air.

[Y/N] looks up and down the street just to make sure that Happy wasn’t legitimately pulling up at that moment, but unfortunately there was no sign of him. She pulls her jacket a little tighter around her and pulls out her car keys, anger slowly creeping up into her chest over the fact that Happy had the audacity to stand her up. The man could have at least called her to let her know that he was going to be a few hours late, but no he couldn’t even do that. As she nears her car she unlocks the doors and quickly climbs in and wastes no time cranking it up and speeding off, the anger slowly turning into hurt which slips into her bawling on her way home. Once she’s home [Y/N] remains in her car for some time wiping away the stray tears lingering on her cheeks, her mind racing to understand why she was stood up.

It’s not until a chill runs up her spine that [Y/N] pulls herself together and exits her car ready for a yet another scalding shower, a bottle of wine and some reruns of whatever the fuck is on TV. After her shower she pulls on a baggy t-shirt and a pair of panties ready to just crash on the couch, but before she can get settled she searches her pantry for the right bottle of wine. From where she’s standing she can hear her phone chirp, but she ignores it and pulls a bottle of the shelf studying it as yet another chirp comes through. Before she can even get over to the cabinet where the wine glasses are stored her phone actually starts ringing, so she stops, contemplates ignoring it but looks at it anyway. There flashing on the caller ID is the one persons name she doesn’t want to talk to at the moment, Happy.

She almost wants to hit the silent button, but before she can her body betrays herself and she answers the phone, “Hello?”

“Open the door.” Happy mumbles through the phone, “please.”

“And why in the hell would I do that?” [Y/N] retorts, her anger spilling forth ever so slightly.

“Just open the door [Y/N],” He states more firmly while rapping his fist against the front door letting her know where he is. A part of her wants to end the phone call and slink off to her room, but the other half folds and her feet carry her towards the front door.

Before opening the door she pulls the phone away from her ear and ends the call, even then she hesitates until Happy knocks once more. Once she’s unlocked the door [Y/N] only opens it just enough to see outside and then Happy's face appears before her own.

“What? Can’t you see that i’m oh so busy?” [Y/N] snarks as her [e/c] eyes find his and quickly dart away trying to focus on something else.

“I’m sorry.” Happy states as he wedges his left foot between the door and door jam so that [Y/N] can’t slam it in his face. “I’m sorry I didn’t call, i’m sorry I stood you up and i’m sorry I made you cry.”

His apology catches [Y/N] off guard and she opens the door up a little more, “come again?”

“I said i’m sorry for all of the shitty things I did today, it won’t happen again.” Happy states softly, his normally emotionless face giving away oh so much.

[Y/N] scoffs while folding her arms over her chest, the door completely forgotten about, “look, I get that the club comes first-know that all too well, but i’m not some crow eater that you can show interest in and then bail.”

Happy stands up a little straighter and takes a step forward their chests almost touching, “I’d never… Would you be willing to give me a second chance?”

[Y/N] sucks in a ragged breath and slowly lets it out as butterflies erupt in her stomach, “You’re damn lucky I really, really like you. But! But, I don’t give second chances all willy-nilly Happy, i’ve been hurt to many times before.”

“Then i’ll happily make the most out of this and there will be no need for any more chances.” Happy replies softly while reaching out and gently touching her upper arm, “where’d you snag that shirt?”

Once again she’s caught off guard by him and she quickly looks down at her shirt and realizes that it’s a gray Samcro shirt that she may or may not have stolen from one of the guys rooms. That particular room may or may not have been inhabited by the man standing in front of her at the she decided to sticky finger it.

She clears her throat as her cheeks begin to turn read and heat up trying desperately to hide everything, “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“Well, it looks damn good on you.” Happy replies as he takes a step back, a mischievous grin making its way onto his face, “you should wear it more often.”

“Y-yeah?” [Y/N] questions as she nervously picks at the shirt. Happy nods yes as he slowly backs down the porch and onto the sidewalk, but she doesn’t let him get too far away before giving in, “Want to come in? I think I have some beer in the fridge and i’ve got plenty of movies that I need to watch.”

For a split moment it seems like Happy is going to take her up on the offer, but at the last minute he shakes his head no, “As much as I’d love to, I don’t want rush anything and potentially mess it up. But, I will see you tomorrow night at the diner at seven PM on the dot.”

“You’d better not be late Lowman and if for some reason you are for the love of God just call me.” [Y/N] states as she leans against the door jam with a smile on her face.

“Heard loud and clear.” Happy replies before turning and disappearing into the night. [Y/N] waits until she can hear the roar of his bike and see the tail lights disappear around the corner before going back inside to her wine and closet to decide what to wear.

Lei lifts her arms so that [Y/N] can wrap a towel around her tiny body, “That’s it? How did the date go?”

“Yeah! Did the knight and princess kiss?” Cora questions as she pulls on her PJs and climbs up on the stool by the sink to brush her teeth, “will there be a dragon?”

“Will the knight slay the dragon?!” Lei shouts as she too pulls on her PJs.

[Y/N] sighs as she tidies up the floor and drains the tub, “The date goes well and there will be a dragon, but it’s not the knight that slays the dragon it’s the princess.”

The answer shocks the girls and they get lost in their own little heads while brushing their teeth. Once the girls are done she ushers them to their room and into their beds, but before she can tuck them in they scramble for a teddy bear or two. One by one she tucks them in and presses a very loving kiss on their foreheads before double checking the nightlight near the closet.

“Goodnight girls, I love you both so much.” [Y/N] says as she cuts the light off and goes to exit the room.

“Mommy, everything will be okay.” Cora mumbles softly as she falls asleep. [Y/N] freezes for a moment before looking back at the two of them only to find them both fast asleep in their beds. She carefully pulls the door closed and heads back into the kitchen where she works quickly and quietly to clean up the mess before retreating to the bedroom. There’s barely enough time between the bedroom door closing and the tears falling, she tries desperately to stop them but they just keep coming.

In an attempt to stop them she disappears into the bathroom and turns the shower on, strips down and slips under the stream of hot water washing away the emotions and tears. The shower does wonders and when the stream starts to turn cold she shuts the water off and climbs out wrapping a warm towel around herself. She opens the door and steps into the bedroom only to come to a screeching halt when she finds Happy standing there mid removal of clothes.

“Hey, i’m sorry I didn’t call you back the run got a little hairy and…” Happy mutters but he trails off when [Y/N] crosses the floor and throws herself against his chest hugging him tightly. He doesn’t say anything at all, instead he wraps his arms around her and rocks her back and forth.

“It’s okay, you made it home and that’s all that matters.” [Y/N] mumbles into his chest as she once again fights back tears. Happy gently pulls her away so that he can look at her face, he moves his hands up and cups her cheeks and flashes her his famous smile that he only shows her.

“Tell me about your day and what the kids did today.” Happy mutters as he presses a soft kiss on her forehead and it’s like she’s falling in love all over again, as if none of the troubles from earlier matter at all.

#sons of anarchy #soa #happy lowman

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ofmymanymuses · 2 years ago

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chrisalonso-domluca-jimstreet:

Luca gave her hand a tight squeeze in response and ultimately, he was glad she was there no matter how their relationship ended. It had only been six months, but it felt like a life time.

“I’m glad I never thought to change it cause it would just be a blank space.” He answered, a forced half smile. He didn’t have any family to fill the space, especially since Terry was in god knows which country and only called once a year if he was lucky. “Nah, real heros wear capes and I’d trip over it.” He chuckled, which only caused him to wince. “Remember that time we went ice skating? Was our First date and I fell flat on my ass.”

The nurses came in with a fresh jug of iced water and put some more morphine into the iv port in the back of his hand. “Small sips, I know you’re thirsty with the medication but once we know you aren’t going to be sick, we can get you some juice or something.”

Originally posted by carolinahope

“I’m glad you didn’t too” She said softly, swallowing hard. She’d never been one to be outwardly emotional--she didn’t like people seeing any weakness in her if she were to show that side. But the last 24 hours had put her through the ringer.

“I remember...then you had to scoot yourself on your ass all the way over to the exit ramp. Made me feel like I was a pro skater” She snorted softly, looking down at his hand in hers, trying not to frown at how pale he still looked. “Then you proceeded to crawl back over to the bench because you couldn’t figure out how to stand up” She let out a laugh. “We used to have fun” She added softly just as the nurses returned.

“I’ll make sure he doesn’t drink too fast. Can’t if I don’t give him a big cup at once” She noted as she stood up and poured a little bit into the cup for him

@ofmymanymuses

It had been a terrible accident and the SWAT team had been worried about their team mate and had stayed at the hospital while Luca was in surgery. They had been called out to a bank robbery turned hostage situation, which then turned into one of the armed robbers trying to drive a truck filled with gasoline towards a kid's open air theatre performance and Luca had jumped into action.

Although Black Betty, the armoured truck he drove and treated like his child was bomb proof, the force in which he had hit the truck had made it explode, sending the armoured vehicle into the air. That was thirteen hours ago and the doctor had told the team that Luca's injuries were serious and that his next of kin had been contacted.

Luca stirred from the medicated sleep, definitely feeling the same pain from the crash and new pain all in as he thought he spotted a familiar face. A face he hadn't seen in a long time.

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spookadoop · 7 years ago

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American Sweetheart (Sweet Pea)

“Every snake has a soft underbelly...and she’s yours.”

Three | Four | Five

You hadn’t spoken a word to Sweet Pea after the night he made it clear just how against the idea of you becoming a Serpent he was. You both seemed to have a mutual hostility towards each other. It also temporarily knocked your idea of becoming a Serpent out of your head. You explained it to Toni at the Wyrm like this, anything that increased the time you had to spend around the anger-inducing boy was something you did not need in your life.

“Sweet Pea will get over it eventually,” Toni replied, sliding a glass of water to you.

“I just wanna know why he’s so against it. I mean, I know I’m not from the Southside - but you guys don’t seem to mind...So why does he?” You asked, mumbling to yourself near the end. Toni gave you a pitying smile.

“Sweet Pea has his own reasoning about things. It’s impossible to know what’s going through his head, I’m pretty sure he doesn’t even know what he’s doing half the time. I’m sure he thinks he’s doing something good by not wanting you to join our bloodthirsty, evil gang,” She comforted, nodding her head to where the sullen boy sat, discussing something with Fangs, no doubt something “only Serpents were allowed to know”.

You glanced over at him, narrowing your eyes. “Doubtful,” You mumbled. “He just hates me.”

As if sensing your eyes on him, Sweet Pea looked up from where he was talking to Fangs, gaze meeting yours. Noticing your bottom lip sticking out in a pout he tightened his own into a line.

“Why don’t you just stop being a dick and talk to her?” Fangs asked from beside him. He effectively scared the living shit out of the other boy, causing him to spill his drink on the table .

“Nice job, Fogarty,” He growled out, slamming his glass upright on the table. He snatched napkins from a nearby table, angrily cleaning up the mess. Fangs rolled his eyes, lifting his cup to his lips as Jughead walked through the doors.

“I have an announcement to make” The beanie-clad boy called out.”My dad’s getting out of jail.” The bar erupted into cheers at the news, glad their leader would soon rejoin them.

“And when he does,” Jughead continued, “I’ll bring him up to speed about our plans with Mayor McCoy.”

You smiled, glad to see your friend in such high spirits, only to drop that smiled when you heard Tallboy speak. “That’s brilliant...”

Jughead’s eyes shot to the man. “Do you have a problem with that, Tallboy?”

“Your old man?” He asked, standing up from his seat. “No, I got no problem with him. You want us to sit down with the Mayor.”

“I do,” Jughead replied, looking around the bar. “He’s right. I think we can bring the Southside back. But, it’s going to take work. And it’s going to take compromise.”

Tallboy laughed humorlessly as you glanced at Toni, fearing Tallboy might try to fight Jug.

“Bring the Southside back... You’ve been here all of five minutes.” The bearded man sneered, glaring at Jughead.

“Tallboy, I’m sick of you acting like a little bitch. Whispering behind my back hat I’m half a Serpent? That I don’t belong here?” Let’s put it to a vote,” Jughead growled out, eyes narrowing at the man. He turned his eyes from Tallboy to the rest of the bar’s occupants. “If you guys think what I’m doing is wrong, I’ll step aside.”

Toni stood up, “All those who stand with Jughead and think Tallboy should shut the hell up?” She called, raising her hand, followed by many others. You looked over at Sweet Pea, feeling a spark of happiness that his hand went up in the air as he walked closer to where Jughead and Tallboy stood. You wanted to raise your hand too, but didn’t. You still weren’t a Serpent.

You smirked slightly when Tallboy walked away silently, noting the hint of pride that appeared in Jughead’s eyes at the support he was receiving from his fellow Serpents. You whispered in Toni’s ear, not wanting to interfere with the atmosphere left from the dominance showdown, letting her know you were leaving, promising to text her once you got home so she would know you were safe.

You slipped through the crowds and out into the chilly night air. You got maybe a few yards out of the parking lot before you began to get paranoid. The Black Hood was still on the prowl, for all you knew he could be just out of your eyesight that very moment. Just watching... waiting to attack...

You let out a scream at the sound of an engine revving. You let out a breath of relief when you realized it was the familiar purr of a Harley behind you, not the growl of some murder machine. You turned around, lips tightening into a line at the sigh of the motorcycle’s rider.

“What do you want, Sweet Pea?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest. Sweet Pea exhaled through his nose, “It’s not safe for Southsiders to be out here alone at night. Not with all the crazy, self-entitled Northsiders running around and blaming us for their problems.”

“Us?” You scoffed, rolling your eyes as you turned your back on the boy, walking away at a slow pace. “I’m not a Southsider, remember? From what you say, I’m a self-entitled Northsider. Isn’t that right, Sweets?” You spat out, hearing his bike slowly creeping behind you.

"You live on the Southside of town. To them, you’re just as bad as an actual Southsider. Now get the fuck on my bike so I can take you home,” The boy shot back, irritation coating his words.

You growled under your breath. “I’m not a Southsider. I’m not a Serpent. Therefore, you have no duty to protect me. Now leave me alone.”

“Sweet Pea, I am telling you to leave me alone,” You growled, quickly getting fed up with the Serpent.

“And I’m telling you to get on my fucking bike so I can take you home. The others would be pissed if I let you get murdered or something.”

“Yeah, of course that’s why. Because you obviously don’t care,” You retorted under your breath, refusing to stop walking.

“What was that?” Sweet Pea snapped, stopping his bike. “You wanna say again?” He asked as he stepped off his bike, almost daring you to repeat yourself. You stopped in your tracks, turning around to face the boy, hands shoved in the pockets of your jeans.

“I said,” You started, eyes narrowed into slits, preparing yourself for the fight you knew was about to come. “That of course that’s why you’re doing this, because you obviously don’t fucking care about me, you’ve made that pretty fucking clear!”

You typically weren’t a person for cussing, only doing it on occasion thanks to your overly strict father, but when you were around Sweet Pea it seemed your mouth had a mind of its own. He just had a way of making your blood boil without even actively trying. His mere presence made you want to knock yourself out with an encyclopedia.

“Bullshit,” Sweet Pea scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “I haven’t been that bad to you.”

Your jaw dropped in pure astonishment at the audacity he had to say that. “Haven’t been hat bad? Haven’t been that bad!? Yes, you have! You have been a fucking asshole to me ever since I came here! Maybe if you pulled your goddamn head out of your ass for once, you’d see that! Since I step foot in the Southside you have made it your duty to relentlessly remind me just how much I don’ fit in here! Don’t you think I fucking know that!? It isn’t exactly some big secret I stick out like a sore fucking thumb, Sweet Pea! I’m not the one pretending to be something I’m not!”

“Oh and I am!?” He shot back. He clenched his fists together, stalking closer until the two of you were face-to-face. Well, face-to-abdomen. “Newsflash, Princess. I act exactly like me and no one else.” He growled, obviously trying to keep his anger under control. You let out a humorless laugh, staring up into his furious eyes with your own.

“You pretend to be such an emotionless badass, like violence is your first and second nature. But in all reality? You’re fucking not! No one is emotionless, Sweets! No matter how much you try to fucking act like it! You have emotions, whether you like it or not! Eventually, you’re gonna have to fucking show some type of emotion! But I’m not going to endure your bullshit any longer to find out,” You spat out, turning around and storming off. Sweet Pea made no move to stop you, standing quietly as you watched him disappear.

You made your way into your trailer, dragging your feet with every step. The only person awake when you walked in was your mom, sitting at the kitchen table with a small photo album in front of her. You frowned when you saw the tear tracks on her cheeks.

“Mom? What are you doing?” You called out, watching her shaking figure freeze.

“Oh, you’re home. Hi, honey,” Your mom sniffled, wiping her eyes. “Just looking at an old photo album from when I was a teenager. Reminiscing. You look just like I did when I was your age you know? Well, almost”

You walked over, eyes falling on a photo of her kissing a dark haired boy with high cheekbones and a tattoo you couldn’t decipher. “Who’s that?”

“Just an old boyfriend,” Your mom whispered, lips pulling into a sad smile. Raising an eyebrow, you flipped through the rest of the album. “I guess I kind of do look like you did...” You paused, pointing to a picture that held a younger version of your mom with a tanned skinned boy at a birthday party. “What about him? Who’s he?”

“Oh...Just an old friend I haven’t seen in a long time,” She sighed, voice laced with sorrow. She cleared her throat, closing the album. “I think I’m gonna hit the hay, keep an eye out for your brother’s for me? They’re off with some friends getting into some type of trouble like always.”

You nodded as she kissed your cheek, walking off to her bedroom. Once her door was closed and her light was off, your eyes fell back to the album. You glanced back to your mom’s door, making sure it stayed closed as you slid into a chair. You gnawed on your bottom lip, flipping open the album. Your mom never really spoke about her past, and from the dates written on the album cover she should have been dating your dad sometime in it. She should have photos of them together right? Maybe you could find photos where your mom and dad actually looked in love, not like their marriage was some business arrangement.

You flipped through the pages of the album, examining each photo and the dates they were taken. A lot of the photos were taken with that dark haired boy, with very few captions. Most of them consisted of some version of “My love and I...” followed by a series of hearts. Your eyebrows furrowed as you passed through the year your mom and dad said they stared dating. There were no photos of them together, they were all either filled with the tan boy, the dark haired boy, or your mom’s other friends. Not a single picture had anything to do with Oswald Hart.

You had seen pictures of your dad as a teenager, so it wasn’t like you just didn’t recognize him. Your brothers looked a lot like him, Travis being his almost exact replica. He wasn’t in the album at all. It was mostly the brunet. Shaking your head, you closed the album. You were still wound up after your fight with Sweet Pea, so you figured you were just out of it. However, there was something you just couldn’t seem to shake off.

That guy looked a lot like Jughead.

(Babydoll finally snapped and something shady was discovered about her mom. What do you guys think is gonna happen next? Sorry it’s so short! I’m trying to get back into my old writing ways, bear with me! The sequel to Old Habits Die Hard is also almost finished!)

@lady1505 @sweet-peas-serpents @teaparadiso @nonononononono-i-cant @trash-can-beebo @k-n-e @iwannadiehere @sweetpeaprompts @hsloves12 @polskii-darria @sarasmismyonlydefence @oceanshockey

#american sweetheart #sweet pea #sweet pea fanfic #sweet pea x reader #southside serpents #riverdale #cw riverdale #jughead jones #toni topaz #fangs fogarty

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ghost-chance · 7 years ago

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A New Lease on Life 1: Amber or Kimber?

This chapter dedicated to Larry Niven and Jerry Pournelle, authors of "Inferno," a modern fictional tribute to Dante Alighieri's Inferno. That book's totally worth a read even if you're not a major nerd—like me—even though the sequel sucked.

Trigger warnings: Language, suggestive language, panic attacks, insensitive remarks.

Suggested Listening: The Rasmus, "No Fear"

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1: Amber or Kimber?

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New York City, January 27th, 2016

The first thing Amber noticed was cold; the second was muffled noises almost like speech, followed by a stabbing ache right above her eyes. After all, she'd received a blow to the head…hadn't she? Details weren't coming to her in that state halfway between sleep and wakefulness. As the throbbing in her head smoothed out, she scoured her memory for answers—answers she couldn't find in the blur that her past had become. Only one thing stood out among the blank space in her history….

She was dead. How she knew this, she wasn't completely sure, but as the headache faded away, fractured memories slowly filled its place. Willsdale—the storm of the century—the school where she'd worked, torn and trashed by EF-5 level winds. Her eyes flew open in fear, searching for any sign of light or life. Blinded by a sudden light, she cringed into the foul smelling heap she lay on. The voices around her grew louder and less muted, then suddenly ceased all together.

Where was she? What happened? How had she found herself in the situation she was in—what was the situation, even? She had no answers—not even the strength to lift her head. Out of the blue, she felt a presence beside her…warm, gentle arms drew her closer and wrapped her in a cocoon of scratchy warmth. This, she could get used to, she mused weakly as she turned to nuzzle into the warm shoulder propping her up.

But nothing good ever lasts…as though summoned by her comfort and calm, a demon she knew too well manifested with a grinding roar. The slow trickle of memories became a torrential downpour—horrifying images flooded her delirious mind. Somewhere in the distance, someone was screaming, screaming as though they were being slowly gutted. The world turned sideways and crossways as the warmth surrounding her fell away; again, she fell to the fetid ground wishing the screaming would stop, wishing the memories would cease. Someone shut it all off, she cried soundlessly, her vocal chords inexplicably stilled.

A pinprick pain sprang to life, quickly becoming a spreading fire. On the heels of the fire, murky fog rolled in, choking out the life replaying before her sightless eyes. She struggled to get her head above water, struggled to breathe. A soft, gentle touch brushed from her brow to her temple then trailed along the line of her cheekbone. Sometime between the beginning of the caress and the whispering that followed, Amber's distorted world was swallowed up by a black void.

New York City, April's loft, January 28th, 2016

"I'm not so sure of this, Casey," a soft voice murmured nearby. Amber twitched at the sound, disoriented and bewildered. She'd died—she remembered now, remembered being in another place—a place of endless nothing set to the sound of a clock's incessant ticking. Limbo, she wondered wearily? "We should've taken her to the hospital—she could be dangerously sick!"

"Hon, ya know we can't," a deeper voice replied. "If she wakes up an' starts jabberin' about giant turtles, it'll be trouble for da guys!"

'Giant turtles?' Amber thought groggily. 'Great, out'a the'afterlife an' into the nut house. At least it's warm, here…an' it smells nice, too.' She burrowed deeper under the scratchy knit afghan with a contented sigh, relishing the sweet fragrance of spiced cider. Later she'd question how she could be alive when she was sure she'd died but for now, she was too comfy to care, even with a splitting headache.

"Hey, she's waking up!" the first voice hissed; damn, no rest for the wicked. "Miss, you okay? You need anything?" Reluctantly, Amber pried open her eyes, fumbling blindly for her glasses; a blurry hand passed them to her and she affixed them to her face, working her way to a sitting position. A woman with dark curly hair hovered before her with a steaming mug of cider and a concerned expression. As Amber finally trudged the rest of the way to life, she reached to scratch her left knee…and found bare skin. Startled awake by the absent clothing, she glanced down at herself in dismay.

Not only were her surprisingly toned legs nearly bare, most of her was bare! The skirt she'd woken in barely qualified as 'mini,' the skimpy top was cut so low her suddenly larger and firmer breasts seemed about to pop out, she was clearly not wearing a bra, and the clunky black boots she wore seemed more for looks than use. The fact that she had somehow lost almost a quarter of her body weight was shoved firmly into a vacant corner of her mind to be dealt with when she wasn't practically naked. Her cheeks flamed bright red as she yanked the afghan up to cover herself up to the chin. "Miss?" April asked in confusion.

"Please tell me I'm not a hooker!" Amber blurted desperately.

"What?" Casey gaped. Undeterred, Amber rambled on in disgust and panic.

"This's so not me—I'm barin' more than I'm wearin'! There should not be a fuckin' draft there, an' I'd never be caught dead wearin' a screw-me skirt. Granted, I like the hoochie boots an' my boobs finally match my ass, but for the love of Mike I'm practic'ly naked!" When she finally realized everything she'd said, she cringed. "Eheh…Sorry…brain-to-mouth filter malfunction."

"I'll say," Casey grinned; April shot him a dirty look, but he just shrugged. "So what's ya name, Miss Not-a-hookuh?"

"Amber," she replied nervously. "Amber O'Brien. An' Y'all?" The other two blinked at the blatant twang in her voice. Was it really so odd, she wondered? The vast majority of her hometown spoke with a much thicker twang than she did, so how could they be so surprised by it?

"I'm April O'Neil," the other woman replied politely as she handed Amber the mug of cider. "This is my boyfriend, Casey Jones." It took a moment for the facts to sink in.

'You're kiddin' me, right?' Amber thought sarcastically. 'What're the odds that I'd die an' wake up in the middle of a movie set?' Instead of acknowledging the elephant in the room, she asked, "Train conductor or Grateful Dead?" Their response was a blank stare. "Sorry. So…uh…how'd I wind up here? Did y'all knock me out'a that jar in the vestibule—or were the jars in Limbo?" She frowned down at the cider searching her scattered memories.

"What jar?" April was at a loss. "Some…friends of ours found you in an abandoned subway station. You were freezing to death. Do you not remember that?" Amber searched her memories, then shook her head with a confused frown.

"No, my memory's…kinda blurry," she admitted. "I remember…a storm…a bad one, worse than I'd ever…" Unbeknownst to her, her words became more and more frantic and stammered, her eyes grew wild, and she started shaking violently. Amber never noticed any of it; next thing she knew, she found herself on the floor in the corner curled in a tiny ball with April petting her hair. "…Wha…What happened?" she asked groggily. The pity in April's eyes annoyed her, but she needed answers.

"Do you have a history of panic attacks?" the reporter asked gently.

"No…I've got a pretty bad phobia so I've had anxiety attacks, but it's never anythin' serious. Why?"

"Well, now you do. Come on, let's get you into something more…covering." As Amber hoisted herself to her feet, her top dipped lower than before, revealing a flash of purple and black. Startled by the sight, Amber never noticed the shocked gasps of her hosts; she was too busy staring in dismay at the coiled purple dragon tattoo nestled in her cleavage.

"We got here as soon as we could," Leo apologized as he climbed over the windowsill. Donatello followed right behind, silently hanging his trench coat on the rack next to Leo's overcoat. "Has she made any progress?" April's worried, tight-lipped frown concerned him, and Casey's frustrated pacing wasn't reassuring either.

"Ya know anythin' about dis chick?" Casey muttered, shooting a glare at April's bedroom door; not long after the tattoo's discovery April had ushered their stunned guest to bed with a mug of tea, a pair of sweats, and a teeshirt big enough to double as a dress.

"We told you everything we knew, Casey," Don replied. "Too little clothing, no sign of substance abuse, hypothermic and possibly homeless, and nearly had a heart attack right in front of us. Why?"

"She's a dragon!" Casey spat, slamming his fist into the nearest wall.

"Casey!" April scolded. "Cool it!" Even as he shook off flecks of dried paint, he growled under his breath.

"You brought us a fuckin' Purple Dragon, Leo, an' she's clearly off her rocker! She—"

"Wait, back up," Donnie interrupted. "Why do you think she's a Purple Dragon? We didn't see a tattoo!" April blushed and avoided his eyes.

"Ya didn't look down her shirt—it's between her jugs." Leo cringed.

"Y-You're joking, right?" he stammered hopefully. "Please tell me you're joking." Casey shook his head with a dark scowl. "Great. —Donnie, where're you going?" His brother was already trudging down the hall, medkit in hand and a determined pinch to his eyes.

"Gang or not, she needs help," he answered firmly. "We don't know her story and we don't know her, and until we do, I, for one, reserve judgment." Without another word, he slipped through the door. Light from the hallway guided him to the bed and the lump curled up on the very edge of the mattress. The hair strewn messily over April's lumpy pillow was red as fruit punch, but now that it was brushed out and down out of the ridiculous updo from before, warm brown roots shone through—it was definitely dyed, and from the looks of it, with Kool-Aid.

Donnie paused hesitantly in the doorway, studying the sleeping woman. She was curled up in a ball but he recalled her figure with striking clarity. So many women were obsessed with being thin, looking thin, and feeling thin, and hid their bodies under too-large clothing if they weren't thin enough for their liking. This woman wasn't thin—quite the contrary, she was voluptuous, with soft, wide hips, a well-rounded rear, a generous bust, and from the looks of it, some extra softness around her ribs, hips, and thighs. Popular culture would have deemed her weight and body type a flaw, but he'd always admired curves; to him, she was lovely. Lovely, he thought sadly, and very much out of reach. It didn't bear thinking about, he reminded himself; he had a job to do, and more likely than not she'd scream if she ever saw him. They always screamed, really.

Don was pleased to find she'd made progress. Her body temperature had risen to a healthy 98.4, her blood pressure and heart rate were normalized, and the color had returned to her skin. Better yet she was breathing normally and he couldn't detect any wheezing, so she probably hadn't developed pneumonia from the conditions she'd been found in. Confident that she'd make a full recovery he slid his goggles back up over his forehead and brushed her hair away from her neck to seek out her pulse.

A sudden spike in the pulse fluttering against his fingertips drew a concerned frown, then a soft gasp tore him from his thoughts. Slowly, warily, he met her eyes—moss green eyes wide open in astonishment and set off by a blindingly red blush. He swallowed noisily, counting down the seconds to her inevitable freak-out.

'Holy Mama Mary,' Amber thought as the tall turtle's hazel eyes met hers. 'If this is Heaven…' "—I must'a been a Sainte!" she finished under her breath.

"Pardon?" Don asked dubiously, releasing her neck. Amber flushed.

"S-Sorry. Brain-to-mouth filter malfunction, jus' ignore it." Pulling the comforter almost up to her chin she dragged her glasses back over her eyes, cautiously looking him over. "Am I…dead?"

"Nope; you gave it your best shot, though," he replied with a cheeky smile. "Unless something changes, you should make a full recovery. So, what's your name?" She blinked several times, scrunched up her eyes and squinted at him, sat up with the blanket pooling around her, then pinched herself on the cheek…hard.

"Ow!" she yelped, yanking her fingers away from the throbbing flesh. "Nope, not dreamin'. Ya mind…?" Donnie was completely nonplussed but shrugged; without another word, she reached one hand out and poked him squarely in the shoulder. He stared back, clearly questioning her sanity. "A'right, Willis," she announced to the room in general, searching every corner she could see. "Ya win. I won't post that video if ya call off yer buddy. Shame really, it was a hoot."

"Video?" Don asked dubiously. Amber smirked.

"Aaron got shite-faced on Scotch whisky an' tried to milk a bull; it disagreed. Now come on out, Willis, this's getting' annoyin'!"

"Of course," Casey grumbled from the doorway. "Now I recognize ya—dat fake accent threw me off. Donnie? Dis's Kimber Bryant; she hangs out with dat little dweeb Daron Williams."

"Daron Williams?! Kimber Bryant?!" she repeated shrilly. "My name's Amber! Amber O'Brien, an' I've always talked like this! The heck're you smokin'?"

"Quit wit' da lyin' a'ready!" Casey snapped. "Raph an' I busted yer ass 'nuff times fer me ta know ya, 'specially with dat tattoo'a yers!"

"Casey," Donatello warned lowly. "Back off, you're not helping." He turned to the green-eyed woman again, troubled by the confusion in her eyes. Poor thing...she really didn't know who she was? "Amnesia, maybe? What's the last thing you remember?"

She only got out one word—storms—before losing her grip on reality. Right before his eyes she paled and shrunk into herself; her eyes grew wide, her breath sped to gasps and pants, and an endless stream of garbled words fell from her lips. Realizing what was happening, Don dug a bottle of homemade smelling salts* from his kit and waved it under her nose, monitoring her pulse with his other hand. Finally, her glazed-over eyes focused fearfully on his, her voice stilled, and her breathing regulated. "I—"

"It's alright," he soothed as he drew back again. "Whatever happened isn't exactly ready to come to light, apparently. Maybe just some questions? Simple yes or no answers, perhaps?" Though she was only growing more and more confused, she nodded, following him to the living room again, the comforter draped around her like a fluffy yellow cloak. April put on the kettle for tea while the rest settled in the living room.

"Kimber Bryant?" Leo asked bluntly.

"No," she replied seriously. "Amber O'Brien. I was born to Douglas O'Brien and Ginny Devon in Willsdale, Missouri, I graduated Willsdale High in May '94, an' I spent the last several years workin' for the school district as a night janitor at Willsdale High. "

"Do you know where you are?" Donnie suddenly asked. "Do you know what city you're in?" Her face fell.

"They said I was found in a subway station, right?" she asked hesitantly. "The only subway I've ever been in served sandwiches, an' had a gas station attached. So clearly I'm somehow not in Willsdale anymore." A violent shiver wracked her shoulders and she burrowed further into the blanket. "Wherever I am now, it's pretty dang cold fer May even with 2011's freaky weather."

Leo and Donnie exchanged a wary glance. "Miss O'Brien?" Donnie said softly, placing a steadying hand on her shoulder. "You're in New York City; it's January 27th, 2016."

NOTES

*Smelling salts CAN be used for panic attacks, but should be used VERY SPARINGLY and only in conjunction with other coping skills. If you just use salts—or other 'wake up' devices like sour candies or fireball jawbreakers, for example—and never get to the root of the problem, never work on what has given you panic attacks, they become a crutch and can eventually worsen your troubles. I've never used them myself, so I can't recommend salts. I CAN recommend breathing exercises, fireballs and Altoids, and meditation.

Panic attacks CAN be beaten, and you CAN get PTSD under control enough to live a fulfilling life. Don't give up—you're stronger than you give yourself credit for.

#tmnt #Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles #Ninja Turtles #Donatello #Raphael #Leonardo #Michelangelo #donnie/oc #Raph/OC #Leo/OC #Mikey/OC #Romantic Drama #Non-Sue OCs #A New Lease on Life #ANLoL #Here be plot twists

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echelonfiction · 7 years ago

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Thinking of you: Chapter 1 - Just another high.

A/n: Yes, I am still planning to write BLs, Shannon, and Phoebes just don't like to play atm. hopefully, I will get back to them in the new year.

Warnings: Drugs, Fighting, Assault, Sex.

Tagging: @fyeahproudglambert (if anyone else wants to be tagged, let me know)

Chapter 1 - Just another high

I finally felt the rush, I must’ve honestly taken the pill about an hour ago, they were the worst, if you’re out and buying your fix off some dude name Shrek who is actually selling green pills, . . . yeah, you’re the idiot. he’s richer and you’ve taken an hour to get a kick that might last twenty minutes.

I smirked at the disappointment on the guys face as I walked away from him past the bar and out the back. Noticing the flirtatious smile that was directed at a girl. . . a young girl attached to his right arm, another to his left a third in front of him trying to figure out how to push her way in.

Idoits. .. did they even know how a man worked. I walked over to him putting my hands on his face pulling his head in my direction pressing my lips into his the gasps echoed around me as I positioned my self on his lap his hand falling into a familiar position. His eyes met mine as I pulled back biting his lip for a second.

“There she is,” Shannon growled returning his lips to mine. “You want the good stuff now, don’t you?”

“There’s a lot of good stuff out there,” I said resting my forehead against his running my hand over the bulge in his tight black jeans.

“Who the fuck is this bitch,” I heard someone say.

“Leave it alone,” Shannon whispered pulling me in for a hug.

“It’s okay,” I smiled running my fingers under the bottom of his shirt. “I’m here to have fun,”

“so glad you finally woke up,”

“woke up,” I laughed. “so fitting,” I said “It just took forever,” he looked at me seemingly taking me in before tucking some hair behind my ear. He stood and wrapped himself around me. “I told you I would bring you something,”

“I know,” I said

“You’re here now, that’s all that counts.” I knew he wasn’t talking about my being here physically. I arrived here with him, he was wanting me here spiritually, in a different way completely, I was okay with that, I preferred me and us like that. He pulled back and turned to his drink... “You don't have an” A second later I felt a body land on me, I would have fallen to the ground if Shannon wasn’t in front of me. “Tat,” he warned as I turned slowly around seeing a prissy blond girl smirk at me I looked down to the floor there was a brunette girl struggling to her feet in her heels.

“Are you okay?” I asked helping her steady.

“I’m fine,” she snapped.

“Yo, fell on me,” I snapped back.

“I was fucking pushed,”

“Which one,” I grumbled looking at the three bitches starring at us...

“The blonde,”

“Thought so,” I growled.

“Tatty,” Shannon warned. I ignored him walking to the bitches.

“Problem?” I asked tilting my head to the side.

“I’ve been talking to him all night, and you just cut in?” she growled. I tilted my head the other way.

“Wait, him?” I asked motioning to Shannon.

“Obviously,”

“That’s so sad,” I sighed giving a fake pout. “See put the aside the fact that I’ve been fucking him for two years,”I said, the bitch was in my face now “all I could see when I came out here was a bunch of juvenile sluts that wouldn't even know how to give a man like him a decent blowjob,” I heard a snortful laugh escape Shannon a second later a hand was coming toward my face. I caught it just in time. “Big mistake,” I said shoving her into the crowd as I went to dive on her and punch her stupid face an arm went around my waist while I was mid-air.

“Let me go,” I grumbled.

“It’s too early for this shit Tat,” Shannon grumbled pulling me inside to the bar. “You’re a fucking psycho,” he said as I got my own footing turning to him my face an inch from his.

“and it’s your favorite part of me,”

“One of them,” he said kissing me.

“Hmm,” I smiled molding my body to his. “I like your face,”

“I like my face being connected to yours,” he said I took the queue and kissed him.

“Can we just go find somewhere to sleep?”

“Sleep?” he questioned kissing me. “I got a bed if you want to sleep,” he said smugly.

“Fuck,” I said matter of factly. “A patch of grass will do,”

“Why don’t we take it up a level?” he said softly.

“Yeah,” I smiled as he went to his pocket grabbing what seemed to be a sheet of paper out but I knew better he ripped a my share off and shoved it in my mouth, doing the same to himself.

“You’ll feel great in a minute,”

“They’re good,”

“Amazing,” he said pulling my head to his shoulder swaying back and forward to the music. I let myself get lost in him waiting for the trip to take over. I felt his body tense a little he put his hands on both sides of my face and made me look up at him. “Is it dissolved?” I nodded my head. He kissed me.

“Ugh does this trash whore have to be everywhere all the time,” I heard the nemesis of my enemy Suzy fill the club. I looked up at Shannon.

“We’ll just leave,” he said soothing my back pushing me in the way of the door. I noticed Suzy try and walk in front of me.

“what the fuck are you doing?” she snapped.

“We’re leaving,” Shannon said pulling me to him

“Oh you think so,” Suzy said pushing the door closed.

“I don't want trouble,” I said stepping back holding my hands. up. Suzy and I had been at each other throats for years, she hated me and I hated her. we’d been in endless brawls, she knew how to trigger my hair-trigger anger.

“I’ve never heard a piece of trash like you ever avoid trouble,” she snapped I turned in to Shannon the only person who knew how to stop my anger from exploding.

“Suzy, just leave it,” Shannon snapped stepping up to her.

“What you gotta get shan, Shan to protect your pathetic little trash ass,” I held Shannon’s hand as tight as I could as the blond from earlier came into view.

“you know what” I snapped. “I’m not doing this today,” I said walking past Shannon out the back of the club outside to the smoking area, I stopped by the fence.

“as soon as we can, we’ll leave,” Shannon said. Soothing my back holding me tight.

“I just want to be with you,” I said putting my head on his chin. We were both silent. I pulled back. “you’re leaving with me though, right?”

“Who else would I leave with?” he snapped. I looked in his eyes, he’d been flirting with these bitches and Suzy was the only other person he paid attention too. “I told you, you’re my girl,” he hugged me again.

“Yeah?”

“Yes, Tatty,” he smiled he smile could melt butter I rolled my eyes and kissed him. The tab was starting to take effect his tongue felt so smooth on mine. I could feel every muscle as it contracted against mine. A second later I felt a rush of water over my head.

“Cool it mother fuckers.” Suzy snapped. I pulled back from Shannon and noticed a chair next to Shannon I instantly picked it up and threw it at Suzy’s stupid face. She battered it away, throwing the jug she had in her hand at me, except I caught it and whacked it full force across her face. The next thing I knew I was in the middle of three people trying to defend myself until security came and pulled me out by my arm throwing me into a wall. I tried to jump past them but they were a bunch of dudes that were double my size that was able to manhandle me like a leaf.

“How many times do we have to do this T?” one of the security guards asked “We’ve gotta call the cops this time,”

“I wasn't even fucking trying to start, I walked away,” I yelled.

“They stopped us from leaving,” Shannon told. “Tat walked away or it would have started sooner. “

“Yeah, but now there’s property damage.”

“What happens if we leave?” Shannon snapped.

“They’ll catch up with you after they get what they need here,”

“Good,” Shannon said grabbing my hand pulling me out the door through the club we snuck down an alley when we noticed the police driving toward where we left. Shannon slammed me against the wall. “We’re going to have a good night, okay,”

“Am I going to get arrested,”

“Not if I have anything to do with it,”

“Because one more arrest.…. .i don't know if they’ll put up with me,”

“We cant change the future, Tatiana,” he told. “Let’s just have a good time now,”

“Okay,” I whispered he kissed me until I couldn't take it anymore then we began walking the street I don't know how I ended up on is back, I felt like I was flying the high was coming in waves. I loved it, the way the lights pulsed with the beat, I understood.

“Hey, Dyson!” I heard Shannon and I looked back to see two cops on our tail.

“Shit,” I said jumping off Shannon. He grabbed my hand as we started running we went down a laneway then quickly turned down another we turned again we could see the street again we saw the cops go past where we were, we snuck back to the street watching them go down the lane we took. We quickly went to the street crossing the road walking in the opposite direction to what we came, down another laneway that leads to the river. Where we calmed down a little walking along smelling the water I could see every drop in the basin.

“You kids,” Some on called. We looked over in the direction of the voice. There was a bunch of people sitting at a table. We walked over they made a space for us both. “You look like you’re rushing from something,” a guy said.”

“Yeah,” I scoffed.

“Trouble?”

“The cops,” Shannon said putting his arm around me as I sat. “Trying to arrest Tatiana for defending herself,”

“From who?”

“Bitch in the club,” I shrugged.

“It’s more the fact that she threw a chair or something,” Shannon laughed.

“We can help you hide,” one person said. “Do you have anything?”

“Anything?” Shannon questioned.

“Something good to make helping you out worth it,”

“I have some trips,” Shannon said. Pulling them out of his pocket. “They’re in 50g tabs,” he said ripping them off passing one to each person have an exact amount.

“Fuck yeah,” someone cheered. “Are you going to get in shit for not selling?”

“Nah, I was taking them home,” he shrugged. “But nothing’s more important then keeping my baby girl safe,” he said proudly. I wrapped my arms around him hugging him tightly kissing his cheek.

“Thank’s baby,”

“Here,” a girl said pulling her jumper off throwing it to me. “Put this on, and this,” she took her beenie off I did so instantly. “And you put your hood up,” she said to Shannon. We got into conversations about all sorts of things the conversations getting weirder as everybody’s minds started getting altered while my alterations were starting to die off.

“Yo cops,” someone said. Instantly put my head down. Shannon looked out over the river.

“Have you lot seen to kids running?”

“No, officer,” the older of the group said. The guy on the opposite side next to me put his hand on my thigh.

“I dare you to say something,” the guy whispered putting his arm around me grabbing at my boob as his hand got higher up my skirt I closed my legs as tight as I could

“Anyone at all come past?” the cops asked getting closer

“There was a bunch of kid that went toward the bridge,”

“What’d they look like?” a cop asked. The guy forced his way into my panties.

“There were like four of them, a girl with a black and white shirt, red hair, a guy about 5’7 nice eyes, tall guy, blue eyes, didn't really see the other,”

“They probably met up with Shannon’s brother,” the first cop said. The guy squoze my boob, Shannon was going to fucking kill him the second the cops were far enough away.

“And they went toward the bridge?”

“Yeah, they bummed a smoke off us,” another guy said.

“We’ll corner them there?” the cop offered.

“Yeah,” he nodded. “We’ll go get the car,” he said.

I watched as the cops walked in the direction that the guys said we went.

“Thank you guys so much,” Shannon said. They all said no problem over and over again. I waited until the cops were out of earshot.

“get your filthy hands off me you piece of shit,” I snapped standing up slamming the guys face into the table someone stood up and launched at me Shannon grabbed me and pulled me behind him.

“What the fuck!” Shannon snapped eyeing them all, the guy looked up at me his nose was dripping blood.

“didn't pull the fuck away,”

“How about I break your neck too,” Shannon said stepping to him.”It’ll go with your new nose”

“Let’s just fucking go!” I snapped pulling him away quickly pulling the beanie and the jumper off throwing them on the table “Cant just sit with fucking anyone these days,” I said as we walked away. “feral fucks!” I yelled kicking a trash can leaving a dent in the side of it.

“Come on,” Shan said

We walked for ages in silence my anger was bubbling. I wanted to fight someone now, my high was completely gone.

“Are you alright?” Shannon asked putting his arm around my waist.

“Yeah,” I sighed. “they just think they can put their hands on fucking anyone,” I snapped. “like we fucking owe them that,” I told.

“Hey,” Shannon said stopping “You stood up for yourself,” he said kindly. “It’s taking all my power not go back and beat the living shit out of him, but you stood up for yourself and That’s amazing,”

“Yeah?” I asked. He smiled at me.

“Yeah, you’re an angry button, but your anger is valid right now,”

“You make me calm down,” I smiled wrapping my arms around him. He kissed my cheek. We came to a clearing in the middle of a bunch of trees.

“Hey, What’s that!?” Shannon said dropping to the ground pulling me down on top of him. I let out a squeal then a laugh.

“What are you doing” I laughed.

“Let’s look at the stars,” he said I looked up at him. “Yes, I’m being serious,” he said pulling me to his side. I laid next o him and looked up at the sky. It was pretty, I could almost see the constellations falling in to place. I felt kind of tired, which was weird because I had so much shit in my system. I looked over at Shannon he was looking up at the sky, his eyes were so set on it. The moon was shining bright enough to show the slight color of his Hazel eyes. His lips were shut tight, the corners slightly turned up, his pout was perfect. His hair was flat on his face. Ugh, he was beautiful. I moved closer to him and kissed his cheek. Then his mouth climbing on top of him when he didn’t pull away. His hands went up under my shirt around my back down the top of my skirt to my ass grabbing hold pulling me on top of him properly so I was in a good position. I grinded back and forth on him he pulled back from my kiss and looked me in the yes, putting a hand on my face. I paused my lower body efforts.

“This moment,” he said moving his other hand to my face. “The stars behind you, your perfect face,” his hands were shaky. “I love you,” the whole world stopped. I was sure it was going to end. Shannon Leto didn’t say that.

“I... .w. . . Me too,” I breathed pushing my lips into his wrapping my arms around his neck. He took my shock and weakness to roll me over on to my back. His hands wondering where I’d recently broken someone’s nose for going. But this time it was okay, it was not okay for this person. He was amazing the way he could control me with just a couple of movements.

“You’re dripping,”

“I’ve been trying to get to this point for hours,” I breathed moaning slightly as his fingers sped up.

“All you have to do is ask,”

“I thought I did before I threw the chick on the ground.”

“Hmm,” he kissed my neck. “Let’s go somewhere more private,”

“Here’s fine,” I moaned.

“Noo,” he grumbled. “There’s a bunch of people on the footpath,” he told. “We’ll go in the bushes,”

“Shan” I whined he kissed my neck I looked up as he made his way around my throat I noticed a bunch of trees and plants above us as Shannon nipped my ear.

“It’ll be worth your wait,” he said pulling his fingers out of me kissing my neck again.

“Finne,” I snapped rolling over as he pushing himself up, we both got to our feet I walked towards the tree line Shannon was right behind me. “how far?” I asked looking around for a tree that would hide us from the footpath.

“Here’s fine,” Shannon said pushing me up against a tree face first, pulling my hair to the side as he kissed my neck, I heard his zipper get unzipped and his pants drop as he grabbed my hips, I spun around as quick as I could. He pushed me into the tree lifting one leg to his hip pulling my panties to the side as he slid inside me. Instantly thrusting at a high speed. I held on to his shoulders as I tried to keep my footing but the harder he went the further I got pushed into the tree, I wasn't exactly the tallest person. He shifted grabbing both legs bringing them to his waste. I felt everything heighten.

“They’re over behind those trees,” someone called.

“Dyson!” I heard,

“Cops,” I whimpered in Shannon’s ear.

“I’m almost done,” he breathed speeding up again,

“Shan,” I whined.

“Finish? He asked.

“Yeah, hurry,” I moaned. He did so a second later gushing inside me kissing me to muffle both our moans. He instantly pulled out pulling up his pants.

“Run,” he said.

“But... you. .”

“I’m right behind you,” he said I fixed my skirt and pants as the torches started shining around the tree,” I ran a torch went straight onto me.

“Stop running Dyson, you’re only making it worse for yourself,” I ran towards a clearing looking back to see Shannon getting taken down a cop had a knee on his back, I looked forward my arm got grabbed I spun around to see a female cops face in front of mine, I instantly headbutted her and kicked her in the gut before running again.

“Tatiana!!” Shannon yelled before I felt a jolt go through my body, I shook as I fell to the ground in unimaginable pain. “What the fuck you dicks” Shannon screamed my face was shoved into the ground. I looked over at Shannon trying to fight the cops off but three were holding him and two more nearby.

“Tatiana Dyson,” I heard from behind me as I was being put into cuffs. “You are under arrest for disorderly conduct, assault, property destruction, public nudity and a whole heap of other shit, anything you say or do can be used against you in a caught of law, do you understand,”

“That’s not my Miranda rights,” I snapped “You’re a dumbass,”

“and you’re going to jail!”

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