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Promise - Steve Rogers x Reader

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CHAPTER 12

You don’t remember much of the rest of the night, since your mind was focused on the dance you had just had. When the others decided to go to bed, you agreed, trying to clean your mind. But instead, you were there, in your bed, incapable of catching any sleep. You did the only thing that could calm yourself: decided to go take a bath. You still didn’t know where it was, but you decided to cheat. “Friday”, you mumbled. “Yes, miss”. Perfect! You thought. “Friday, could you please guide me to the sauna?”. You did as she told you, and you got into that heaven. You threw your towel away, and almost jumped into the hot, bubbly water, wearing your only costume. You sat in the hot tub for a very, very, long time. And you almost fell asleep. Until the noise of a door opening made you leap. Your eyer glittered at the sight of those blonde hair: Steven was there, wearing only a wrapped towel around his waist. “Oh, shit. I didn’t know you were here”, he says. “Couldn’t you sleep either?”, you asked him. “If you want I can leave, Steve. I have been here for quite a long time. It should be your turn”, you suggested. “It’s okay, I think”. He seemed reluctant.

“Did I do something wrong? You seem unhappy”.

“No, not at all”, he continues: “I just need to relax, that’s it”. As you watched the bubbles popping through the water, he slips in, releasing a deep moan that made you kind of nervous.

“Thank you, Stevie”, you broke the ice. “I really appreciated it”. A smile leaves his lips as he stars at you.

The sight of Steve in front of you, completely shirtless and naked made you feel, for the first time ever, sort of weird about him. You realized it was attraction.

You blamed yourself for felling such things, as you watched every single drop of water running on his chest. Incapable of handling your thoughts, you felt the urge of talking to him. You two had always been completely honest to each other. Every single day of your life. “Steven, I feel the need to tell you something”, you said, as you slowly get closer to him. “I don’t know what is going on in my head”.

His face becomes more serious, while his muscles got tighter. You were his little girl, you had always been. But looking at you in that very moment: your hair wet, you uncovered breasts hidden in the water, and your innocent face made him grew exponentially in his costume. He quickly grabbed your waist, making the space between you two even tighter. “I can feel it, too”, he starts saying, never getting his blue iris off you.

A sigh of relief comes from your rosy lips. By instinct, as if you felt the need to reassure him, you moved your hand close to his face, gently caressing his soft and wet skin. Oh, God, what is happening to me? You start questioning yourself. Steve had always been just a friend to you, yet now you felt madly crazy looking at the man you had in front of you. You were amazed by the way his muscular chest was moving, by the way his eyelashes perfectly decorated his eyes, by the way those eyes were looking at you. Your movements were gentle, if only your thoughts were so...

“If you keep looking at me with those eyes I will not respond of my actions”, Steve warns you, as you notice the blue of his iris disappear. That made you feel incredibly empowered. Does he like me? Does he want me? you start thinking. At that exact moment, your thumb went from his cheek to his lips, ardently grazing its cupid bow.

He let out a soft grunt, as he grabbed your hand.

"Look at what you do to me,"

he said. Then, he gently took your hand and placed it over his boxers. You could feel his hard lenght, and damn it, it was huge.

"I would be lying if I told you that I do nothing but think about that night, the night I got you back",

he then continues.

Immediately, his lips crushed violently on yours. You opened your mouth, desperate for him. God, you needed it. You felt his tongue desperately seeking yours, as his hands moved, under the water, over your butt.

"Come here".

He murmured, with his deep voice. You rose above him, feeling his erection beneath you. You felt like this was you had always wanted, like both of you were meant to be like this. So, you let all of your insecurities and doubts out. You felt the need to do it, and instinctively, you began to move slowly over him, making him wince:

"I would not be able to control myself if you keep going".

A murmur came out of his lips, red from your intense kisses. You, more and more convinced, finally let yourself go:

"Who did you fuck yesterday, Steven?"

you asked, staring into his eyes and moving faster. His gaze grew more mischievous as his hand travelled to your panties. A small smile appeared on his face when he saw your expression as you felt his touch: he moved your black lace underwear to the side, while his thumb started making little circles on your sensitive spot. You’ve never been touched like this before. You shivered, shook at his touch. He was expert, he knew where and how to go, his movements were slow, but not weak. They were precise, but not insecure. You let go of an uncontrolled groan:

"Stevie".

Hearing that name pronounced in that situation, drove Steve Rogers crazy. You could see his dirty smile as you pulled your head back, drowned in pleasure, made incapable by his movements. At one point you felt one of his fingers pushing inside of you.

"Oh fuck", you let yourself go.

"Language, little one".

He joked, still working with his hand. His finger kept pumping inside you, curling and touching your most sensitive areas:

"Do you like it this way?"

He asked, caring to make you feel good, his voice made heavy by his sighs.

"I want more,”

you teased him, while your eyes went back on that pretty face in front of you. Suddenly, you felt another finger of his entering inside you, thrusting harder and harder.

"It’s just two fucking fingers and you feel so tight,"

he moans. His fingers kept torturing you, while you felt your pleasure growing more and more:

"S-Stevie, I’m coming",

you said, as his thumb continued to gently teasing your clit. When his tongue landed on your neck you lost control, reaching your peak. You had never been touched like that.

"Oh my God, Stevie,"

you muttered, incapable of moving your body, with your head resting on his large shoulders.

"but I want you to feel good, too", you then finished.

A grin appeared in his face, and you saw him rise. He came out of the tub, took his towel and tied him back to his waist, hiding his obvious erection.

“I don’t want to hurt you, you’re too precious",

then he came up to you and drowned his tongue in yours, in a desperate kiss. Without even taking a single look back, he opened the door and left, leaving you there, exhausted and confused in love, realising that he didn’t answer your question.

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Promise - Steve Rogers x Reader

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CHAPTER 11

The night had been pretty good, you had spoken to many journalists and the others made you feel part of the group, even if they didn’t know you that much. You were serene among them. It was late night, and almost everybody went home. When the last invited disappeared from the room, you all collapsed on to the soft couches. “This is my favourite part”, said Bruce. “When it’s just us”, he continued. “And her”, Tony added, winking at you. “Thank you, really”, you then said, smiling at everyone. Steve was in front of you, on the opposite seat, next to Thor and Sam. You, instead, sat between the other two girls. “Oh milady, do you think the night ends here?”, the blonde God told you. “This is when we start taking it seriously”, he continued, followed by a loud laugh, Tony gave him a five and they started laying the table at the centre of the room. “Friday, the music”, Tony ordered. Now a soft, nice music was playing in the background, along with the multicolour lights who had been switched on. “Why don’t we play spin the bottle?”, Thor asked. “I like this misgardian game. It’s fun”, after a collective laugh, everybody agreed, and we did as he pleased. Sam took an empty bottle of beer, and started spinning it. “Wanda!”, he cried. “You can ask, do, dare….”, the bottle pointed at Tony. “Tony!”. She thought a little, and then said: “Tony, I dare you to give a lovely kiss to our Hulk”. Tony seemed enthusiastic, and started chaising Bruce, who in the meantime had tried to escape. It was a fantastic scene. I like these people, you thought. Then was Bruce’s turn, who asked Bucky to let him finally touch his arm. After a grunt and a quick look at his vibranium rib, Bucky spinned the bottle, which indicated Nat. He seemed happy about it.“Natasha, have you ever loved someone?”, he asked her. The whole room fell silent for a moment, but she handled it perfectly. “Yes, Barnes. My turn now”. She spinned the bottle, too. It was now in Steve’s direction. “Whatever you want”, he told her. “So, let’s get to the most interesting questions. When was the last time you fucked”. Everyone burst out laughing so hard, but you. For some strange reason the thought of Steve with another girl bothered you. It was as if you didn’t want to know the answer to that question, but at the same time you wanted to know everything. Instictively, you crossed a leg, letting the slit of your dress show more skin, feeling placed on you the eyes of the man you were thinking about. "Fine. Yesterday, Natasha", Steve said. This answer froze you. After everything that happened with Bucke in that room the previous day. You thought he was sad, worried, worried about you. Instead, he was fucking someone else. He was doing God know what with another girl. But why did you care, after all? He was just your best friend, you repeated to yourself for the umpteenth time. And nodded your head to Steve, pretending to compliment him on his conquests. After his answer, the bottle finally pointed to you. “Spit it out Steven”, you command.

The sound of that name coming from your lips had a certain effect on him. Moreover, he had been drinking all night, thinking that the super serum inside his veins would have saved him from getting drunk. “I dare you to dance with me. A slow dance”. Your heart stopped. He remembered, you thought. “Consider these my apologies. For your 18th birthday”.

A soft smile appeared on your face when you remembered your birthday. Steve was in war, he had become famous because of the serum, and you were still in the same place he left you. He had already started not to answer to you often. But after hearing that some of your classmate’s boyfriends had received the permission to come visit for their birthday, you wrote a letter to him, asking Steve to come with you downtown, for a ball. You waited, all dressed up, in your living room. Until midnight. All alone. Your parents reassured you, telling you that your letter probably got lost in the travel, and so that Steve wouldn’t have probably ever read it.

But Steve did receive that letter. He forgot about your birthday, as he was in a pub, sitting there alongside with Bucky and other comrades, as he saw Agent Carter wearing a beautiful red dress. It was just after a few days he realized he had forgotten your birthday, but at that time, his mind was too foggy and thinkink at someone else.

And now he was in front of you offering you his hand, trying to fix his mistakes. You followed him, and everyone sat down, not wanting to ruin your moment. Bucky was watching you from a distance, pretending to smile with others. You and Steve slowly followed the melody that guided every step of yours. Steve grabbed your small waist with his hand, while the other one was locked with yours. You placed your free hand behind his neck, lightly stroking his hair. You were moving gently, but your bodies were burning inside. The touch of your fingers on his neck was slowly killing him, and you were deeply feeling every single move of his big hand on your sensitive skin. He put his forehead on yours, and for a moment it was like you were really back on a '40s ball floor. Slowly, Steve took you for a spin and then drove you to a casque. He let you stay in that position for a few moments, admiring your neck and the way your breasts sat in the middle of your chest. It was only when you heard the others applaud that you returned to normal. You looked at each other in the eyes and this brief moment was enough to say a million things to each other.

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Promise - Steve Rogers x Reader

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CHAPTER 10

He caught Natasha staring at him, he tried to forget about the woman in front of him, but the Black Widow nodded, pointing her head towards you. Steve gained a little bit of courage, and proceeded to talk to you.

Thor was explaining you how a curious bridge back in his planet worked, and you were so into his talks you had already drank three glasses of pure, brown, whiskey. You see Thor’s eyes looking at something, and then he vanished quickly, leaving you puzzled. "Did I say something wrong?" you immediately asked him in amazement. As you turned around, you noticed the man behind you. He was wearing a white shirt, adorned by a blue tie like his suit, and like your dress. "You are so beautiful," he said slowly, in a soft voice. You drank to the last sip also this glass. Trying to detach by the beauty that was standing in front of you." I said that I did not want to talk to you", you truncated immediately, going to look for a terrace where to get some air. He followed you, undeterred. "I won’t let you go,” he cried, as soon as you leaned over the railing of the enormous attic, looking at the millions of lights of the city in front of your eyes. "Did you hear me? I won’t let you go," he repeated.

Suddenly, he came up to you and took his face with his hands. They were warm, like that night. You both remained for a while in silence, watching you intensely and scrutinizing your souls. "Why did you do that to me. Tell me why, Steve", you asked him. You were desperate. This feeling of void in the middle of your body was bewitching your soul. And so, he started telling you the whole story of Bucky: what happened back in the 40s, how he was deeply tortured and brainwashed by the Hydra, and how he felt bad knowing that you were freed, instead of him. Knowing that you escaped, and he sat there, killing thousands of people without realising it.

Now everything tasted different, everything looked different, you thought, after listening to the whole brain-washing story. This messed-up puzzle seemed to be heading towards an equally complex solution. "Okay," you just said. "Okay?" Steve asked, puzzled. You approached him, stroked his chest through the white shirt. "It’s okay, Steven. Let’s start all over again". These words caused an immense joy to burst into him, he wanted to touch you, to hug you, but he did not know if it would be too much, after everything you’ve been through. You, knowing him like the back of your hand, knew he was thinking about it, so you hugged him first. When he wrapped his mighty arms around you everything seemed to return to normal, except for the fact that you felt shivers running through your bare back. His fingers were, again, traveling on your uncovered body, tracing every line of it, with painfully soft strokes of his digits. It must be the cold, you told yourself. You were only thinking about how happy to were to have your best friend back. You remained in that hug for a while, and next, you decided to go find Bucky, in order to talk to him.

He was on the couch, near a black man that you didn’t have the chance to meet yet. He seemed very funny, and he introduced himself as “Sam Wilson, The Falcon”. He then greeted you and let you talk to Bucky alone. “It’s okay”, you told to him, too, breaking the silence between you two. “Steve told me about, everything”, you then said. He nodded, still looking at his feet. “I didn’t mean to hurt you”, he tried to apologise. You could hear a note of pain and guilt in his words. Like you used to do when he was upset with something back in the days, you took his hand, and stretched it out. As if by instinct, you pulled to yourself his vibranium arm, it was cold, lifeless. You held tight to you both his hands, looking him straight in the eyes, and said: "To me, you are always the same". You printed him a sneaky kiss on the cheek, and he, as always, just stood there, staring, without moving a finger. Typical of Bucky, you thought. Deep down, he never loved you like Steve did, right? As you wandered away, the eyes of the winter soldier were enchanted by the sinuous movements of the skirt of your dress, he pulled his hands close to his chest, as if to savour once again that infinite moment. Was there, perhaps, another reason behind his constant rejection towards you? No James,!don’t say such bullshits, he thought, while trying to obscure his mind with other alcohol.

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100-year-olds kept buying the wrong t-shirt size, nobody bothered enough to tell them otherwise

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this is the picture reference for CHAPTER 9 of my Steve Roger’s story. Hope you are enjoying it :))

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CHAPTER 9

You weren’t hungry, and the others, expect for Wanda, had already eaten something before coming back. So, you quickly made two sandwiches with the first things you found in the fridge, and nicely offered it to the cute witch next to you. She seemed so happy, even when you told her it was no big deal, and she kept complimenting your creation: “It’s just two sliced of bread!”, you joked, as she laughed. “Wait for me to cook pasta the way I learned at home, I’m sure you’ll love it!”, and she agreed, saying that she was really looking forward to eating your dishes. At least this way your way to thank them. Natasha came a few hours later, you and Wanda kept chatting about your previous lives, and you were so relieved as you realized you had found a friend. You haven’t had friends since, you know, Steve, Sarah, and Bucky. And now that they were all gone, you had lost hope. Natasha was really friendly, too. She had an interesting and mysterious aura that was always surrounding her but that didn’t let you judge her too quickly. You had always been good when it came on understanding people, especially when they didn’t want to be understood. “Listen, this damned party is in a few hours, and we have to prepare you”, you sighed. “I know you don’t want to. And if it’s for Steve and Bucky, well fuck them. You’re staying with us.”, Nat continued: “I made you buy something.” She smiled, looking at your curious, confused face. Wanda and Natasha took both your hands while going to you room. You had forgotten the way back, this place was huge. She opened the door, and laying on your bed, wrapped in protective plastic, was a dress. You immediately took it and removed the wrap, careful not to damage anything. It was breath-taking: it was a long, sleek, deep blue satin dress. A bit retro, sort of like the popular dresses of the nineties, with spaghetti straps. You noticed a piece was missing behind. “What is supposed to go here?”, you asked, innocently. “Oh sweetheart, I picked your dress, what did you expect?”, Natasha said, making you even more confused. “C’mon, let’s see how it fits you“, Wanda suggested. You went to the bathroom, slipping your dress on the fly, fortunately helping you with a zip hidden in the left side of the same. They forced you not to look in the mirror before them, wanting to see your genuine reaction when you looked at yourself. With your eyes closed, you came out of the bathroom, headed next to them, and positioned yourself in front of the long white mirror. Natasha, who covered your eyes with her fragrant hands, set your sight free. And you could not believe your eyes. You were beautiful. You couldn’t remember the last time you saw yourself like this. That colour made your beauty and your hair shine down your shoulders. A shiver ran through your back, and you turned around to find that it was all, completely uncovered. "I thought you’d rather have a cleavage in the back than the front," Natasha said. And she was right. "You’re gorgeous," they both said in chorus. You took another moment for yourself, caressing the soft fabric that was gently wrapping your curves. You tuned to them and hugged them both, together, whispering: “Thank you”. Then, Wanda proceeded to remove the bruises from your face with her powers, and you weren’t sure how, but it worked. You greeted them as they went changing, too. You went to open your purse to get the only two makeup products you had left, when on a shelf you noticed a beautiful, pink beauty case that was certainly not yours. You did it to open it, and to your astonishment, you noticed that inside there was an entire makeup shop. With a murmur, you thanked whoever gave you that precious gift, and quickly started to get ready. A little foundation, some concealer, a bit of eyeshadow the same colour as your dress, a little mascara and gloss, which made your lips look bigger than usual. Right after you put everything in the matching clutch that Nat always gave you, you heard the others chuckling behind the door. You opened it and found them behind the jamb. "You’re fabulous!" you shouted. Wanda wore a short scarlet dress, with a corset of the same colour, while Natasha was wearing a tight black dress, which made her sexier than ever. You realized, in that moment, you were really happy. You went down the stairs, just in time to see the guys arrive. All in a very elegant suits. Tony came up to you with a strange compliment that you decided to accept. The room you wee in was crowded of people, and you went looking for a glass of alcohol, trying to calm yourself. That many, unknown people were making you incredibly nervous. As you were pouring whiskey, you felt a big hand resting on your bare shoulder. It was Thor, who, towering above you, smiled amicably. "You are truly beautiful, young lady," he said. He made you laugh a little bit at the way he talked, but he was sweet. You asked him if he wanted a drink, but he responded by showing you an aluminum bottle, cleverly hidden in his black jacket: "Asgardian Alcohol. That’s all I can drink to have a little fun," he said. You asked for a sip, but he, stating that it would be too strong for a frail girl like you, said no. You kept laughing for a while, and you really liked talking to him. In the distance, you saw other people enter the ball. As you had imagined, it was Steve and Bucky. You tried hiding your visible embarrassment by continuing the conversation with the god of thunder. It made you laugh, and you decided to stay there for a while.

Steve’s eyes were desperate, eager to see if you came or not. After inspecting the whole room, his irises were captured by a blue dress. The girl was on her back, and he couldn’t figure out who she was. Her bare back revealed a soft, sinuous skin. Steven recognized the furrow of your spine, and immediately he had to shake his hand, which itched, the moment he remembered how his fingers danced over your beautiful back two days before. Greeting the other Avengers he kept his glaze glued to you, as he watched you laughing with Thor. She’s stunning, he thought. His breath became heavier, as his eyes locked into you’re curves. The way light hit your dress emphasized them, and your legs came out the vertiginous slit that went up to your lap. He had never seen you that way. You were always his tiny little best friend. And what now?

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CHAPTER 8

They’d come back from a mission based on what Wanda had just told you, but it was like they’d been back to the bar with friends. You sat on a couch, next to your new friend. "That was absolutely phenomenal!" cried a tall, tall man with very bright blond hair. You immediately thought he was one of the most handsome men you had ever seen. He had bright blue eyes, too. But his was a different blue, with a sort of icy tone. Soon after him an older, but equally charming man arrived, wearing an armour of scarlet and gold metal. It had to be Iron Man. ��We should do that thing again Thor, your thunder enhances my weapons!”, he told him visibly enthusiast. You knew his name because he was always on any world news. Then another woman appeared, in a beautiful black tight catsuit, and you immediately thought she was stunning. Her hair was the colour of flame. Extremely sexy, and without a hair out of place.

A few moments later another couple of people walked through the door. You immediately recognized them, and how could you not? Steve and Bucky were laughing, one with his hands on the other’s shoulder, like old friends who meet after a long time and have a whole life to tell. In that moment you looked away, while Tony Stark first realized the strange presence among his friends. "Hey, hey, what’s that doing here? And who the hell is that?". He was dramatically pointing at you. You never liked him, in fact. You wanted to answer him, but Wanda was faster than you. She took your side, told him who you were, and told him about Fury.

Steve froze at the moment he saw you there. He thought he had lost you forever. He had thought about what to do or how to act. He had left a few messages to you, but you had been ignoring them. He stopped for a moment, admiring you. He liked you in jeans. He was the first time you were wearing modern clothes in front of him. This slight happiness flew away as he saw the bruises Bucky left you, they were still bright coloured, and seemed painful. Bucky Barnes was feeling incredibly guilty, too. He didn’t know why he got so aggressive yesterday. Perhaps those words still had an impact on him? He didn’t even want to think about it, so he decided to ignore this situation, just like you did with Steve’s calls and messages.

You answered the most frequent questions you got, such as: are you a super soldier? What are your superpowers? And, how old are you? This rude question was, obviously, Tony’s, by the way. In the meantime, another nice man arrived. Bruce Banner, he introduced himself. His seemed shy, and nervous.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Steve coming at you, and before he could take a seat too close, you got up, trying to get a glass of water. You didn’t want to talk or see him or Bucky. This latter started shouting across the room: "Look, I’m sorry". You raised your eyes while he continued: "I’m sorry for those, I don’t know what happened inside me", he said, referring at your purple bruises. Everyone else, except Wanda, was now extremely confused. "Was it you?" Natasha asked, visibly displeased. "Nick Fury asked us to do it", Steve finally spoke up: "You have to believe me”, in this moment you understood that he was turning only to you, and to you only: "You have to believe me, really. I would never hurt you, and you know that.". He got closer to you, as he was gently lifting your chin with his hand. You, again, felt that terrible feeling of guilt at his touch. And Steve, this time, noticed it. He was pervaded by a piercing pain, which gripped his whole heart. "We have known each other since we were born. It wasn’t Fury that you had to trust. It was me". For the umpteenth time in 72 hours, your eyes began to feel wet again. “I told Fury that I’m leaving in two months, so it’s all just temporary. He needed to test me, and I agreed, this time. I neede a place to stay”, you start saying, walking through the room. “That doesn’t change how things are, Steven. I- I don’t think I can do it”. You shook your shoulders, and then continued: "I’m sorry". You took another sip of water from your heavy glass.

Tony Stark spoke up, trying to avoid other embarrassing situations. "So, technically, you’re an Avenger now", he turned to you so enthusiastically that he finally made you smile. "I don’t know yet", you lied again. Fury actually said you were temporarily part of the Avenger’s team. “And so, technically, you have to attend the dance tonight. I’m disappointed, but I told the press that we’d all be there. And then it’s always good to have some fresh meat to feed to the media". You tried to refuse, but they all agreed. Thor sat down with you cordially and started telling you his amazing and cosmic story; Bruce was adorably nice, and Natasha offered to buy you a dress, while Wanda would try to fix your face. How could you have said no? Meanwhile, Steve and Bucky sat across the room. What had they done to you? Guilt was the only thing that tied them up at the time.

Steve had never seen you like that. They way you stepped back and shacked at his touched made him shiver. What if she hates me now? Steven Rogers, what have you done? He thought. You had always been his certainty, but now, at the sight of you ignoring him, it felt like the world collapsed at his feet. He couldn’t stand it. He had to do something.

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CHAPTER 7

The next day was tough. You barely had any sleep, your mind was blurred, your body was sore, but your heart had the worst. Your heart was screaming in pain, while you remained incredibly silent. After putting on your only sweatshirt and leggings you took your bag and decided to go buy a new pair of jeans and maybe a couple of shirts and some underwear. You took only a few things with you, but you didn’t actually need many, since your return flight was going to be tomorrow. You decided that in the middle of the night. Remembering every punch you got hours before was painful, and you didn’t want to spend a day more in this place. America only brought you sufferance. You were going back to Italy, to your aunt and uncle who made you feel loved every single day.

After quickly grabbing your usual black bag and putting your golden hoops, you decided to go downtown. And after a few visits you opted for a dainty thrift shop that was selling a cute ‘90s Levi’s 501 that were luckily your size. You bought a few black, long sleeved t-shirts, too. You were into basic things, especially since you got really a few bucks left. Trying to escape from your thoughts, you went for a walk in the city centre. Watching strangers was calming to you. You sat at the corner of the street, examining every single person that appeared in front of you. You have always liked trying to figure out what were those people like. There was an old lady walking with her tiny, hairy dog, perhaps she was a retiree, you believed. Then you saw a group of little boys, there were laughing and having fun, they didn’t know how much you were jealous of them in that very moment. Then, your eye caught a young couple, sitting opposite to you. They were having ice cream, and they looked pretty in love. How beautiful, you thought. You liked doing this because it distracted you always, and from everything. While staring at an odd lady who was running by, you came back to reality due to the ringtone of your phone. A message. You quickly opened it. “Come in the café in front of you”. You rose immediately, turning to look everywhere. Who sent you that message? Was someone watching you? Completely in panic, you entered that café in front of you, carefully examining every inch of the place, looking for someone. But there was no one: every table, every chair was empty. An empty café in the middle of New York, at midday. Very unusual, you immediately thought. Fear started growing into you. Suddenly, a waiter, who seemed very agitated, approached you: “You must be her. Follow me, please”. His voice was shaky, and you felt the need to protect him, and doing as he said, so you nodded. In the kitchen, sat on a chair, was Nick Fury, dressed in total black, again. You felt like he was staring at you even through that frightening leather eye-patch. You wanted to leave, but something inside you was craving for something. Information? Apologies? Compliments, maybe?

‘Compliments’? What the fuck is wrong with you? You said to yourself. Remember how they treated you, dumbass.

“You surprised me yesterday, little one”. He started saying, playing with his thumbs. “You fought with dignity, for being an old-lady. Again, how old are you?”, he started mocking you.

“I have no more time to waist. Either you cut the crap or I’m out”. Your words were sharp as blades. Even you were surprised by yourself. You had never been that sharp, with no one.

He raised an eyebrow, showing disappointment. You bet he wasn’t used to receiving such responses. But he wasn’t someone you respected. At least not anymore. Not after yesterday.

“I like you. That is the thing. You are not a brilliant fighter. You suck, actually. But you have that serum roaring into your veins. And that didn’t change you, Steve told me. It means your personality is strong, and good”. You jolted at the sound of that name. “I’d want you to try joining my team”.

Was Nick Fury politely asking you to become an Avenger? This third day wasn’t even over, and it was like you were on an endless, unpredictable rollercoaster of emotions that you weren’t capable of stopping.

But you weren’t going to let they win you so easily.

“I am flattered, but I’m sorry I’ll have to decline the exciting offer.” You took a chair, and positioned it in front of him, showing that you weren’t afraid anymore. You were no longer that nice girl who had to be protected. Not after the Hydra and everything.

“Besides, I don’t trust any of you”. You could see Fury’s head bending over, and you could see that he was processing what you had just told him. His expression was thoughtful, his forehead wrinkled but his lips were joined to form a grin. “I don’t trust you either”, he answered.

“Don’t play with me. You tested me yesterday. I know you all were pathetically laughing looking at us through those mirrors”. He let out a little laugh, “I wouldn’t have used that word to describe me. Pathetic. I think that suits you best, you know?”. That hurt. “Come on, don’t you want to know how much you can do? Let yourself discover your true potential. I can help you with it.” Damn it. He was right. Plus, you had always wanted to know more about who you were now, after that injection. No one had ever told you anything about it. And now, in front of you, stood a chance. A chance to know you better. A chance to never feel impotent anymore. Fury continued: “And you can help me by attending a few missions when needed”. He understood that his words had an impact on you. He knew how to use them properly, how to push people in his directions. “Give me three months.” “Two”, you replied. “And two moths are. We have a deal?” he asked, offering his hand. You shacked it, not knowing if that was the best choice to take.

But what did you have to lose?

“Oh, Fury Sir, another little thing”, you said. “I would like to have board and lodging provided, if possible.” You were basically broke, but those jeans were too good on you, you just felt the need to buy them.

“If you come with me, I can show you around. You are staying at our facility, technically you are, even temporarily, an Avenger”, he said. You let out a laugh: “As long as it’s not a trap like yesterday”. Thank God your sense of humour always accompanied you. “And don’t call me like that”.

The building was frightening to you. Your wounds were still fresh. Suddenly, you touched your cheecks, remembering the fact that you hadn’t covered the bruises. How stupid of you.

You felt goose bumps walking through those halls until you were led by another woman, who introduced herself as Maria Hill, to your room. They were both very nice, the room and Agent Hill. There was a very large bed, and the bathroom was private, complete with a shower. The tub was missing, however. Maria informed you about the shared sauna room. As soon as you heard it, you already knew that you would have spent most of your time there. Hill waved at you and you threw yourself on the bed. Afterwards, you started to fix your things. Just when you had finally finished putting the last two shirts in place, you heard the door knocking: "Hi!". A beautiful voice was the first thing you thought of, before you saw in front of you a frail girl with long reddish hair. “My name is Wanda, heard someone new was coming. I was glad not to be the new one anymore, and wanted to check myself”, she seemed nice, you thought. You then presented yourself and she was very happy to hear your whole story. “I’m happy to have another girl with us! I suppose you’ll meet Nat tonight. They warned you, right?”. You raised and eyebrow, there was something you needed to know? “Warn me about what?”. “Oh. Well, there is a ball. You know, Tony Stark, Iron Man, is giving a ball to gain money for charity. And clean the imagine of the group, to be honest”. You deeply loved balls. Even though the last one you went to was in 1940, right before war happened, but you had just arrived, and you knew that if you had gone, you would have felt like a fish of out water. So, you lied: “You know, that seem pretty cool but I am not very keen on those things. Furthermore, I don’t think I am invited. I will be very happy to test the sauna, though. And my face looks horrible”, you gave her the biggest smile, but you felt like she could read through your expressions. She told you she didn’t believe you, and that you absolutely had to come. “Oh, stop it you look great! And I bet I can do something to dix those things on your gorgeous face!”. She really was very nice, indeed. Then, you talked for a whole hour, until lunch time arrived. While you were in the middle of telling her how calm was your life back in Italy, she stopped you and told you she knew that the other ones arrived. “You will love to meet them. I mean, the team. Except for the other two you already know”. Weird, you thought. You had never mentioned Steve, or Bucky. Yet it seemed like she already knew. What a weird scarlett girl she was. She had shown you her powers, even though you had seen them on TV, a few times. Maybe could you two become friends? You hoped so.

She took you by the hand and dragged you down. Before descending the last two pairs of steps you were already able to hear screams and fat laughter.

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CHAPTER 6

You were still laying on the floor, trying to reorganize your mind when you heard low noises behind you back. You recognized them: they were footsteps. After escaping and running for three days straight, you experienced so much fear that it had actually never left you. Every night since that was horrible: full of nightmares and night terrors that were slowly torturing you. You quickly turned to discover what was waiting behind you and you gasped at the sight of an intimidating figure. His muscles let you understand that he was very strong, his mask covered half of his face and if it wasn’t for his long hair and steel blue eyes you probably wouldn’t have recognized him yet. Bucky was standing in front of you when he pulled out of his pocket a black knife with huge blade. He began to swirl it fast, as it approached you.

“Bucky what are you doing?!” you said, gritting your teeth. Slightly tilting his head, he starts saying, looking directly into your eyes, making you shiver: “What I’m supposed to”.

Without you even noticing it, he jumped over you, making you fall backwards. You were reluctant, it was a new situation for you. You had never fought before, you luckily never needed it. And furthermore, you were extremely confused: why is Bucky doing this to me? Why did Steve betray me? What do they want from me? Your head couldn’t focus. You were so confused that you could not predict any movement of the winter soldier who was above you.

In the blink of an eye, you felt a severe pain hitting your ribcage. Your face revealed surprise and sorrow, when you noticed Bucky’s hand clenched in a fist that was relentlessly punching your chest, hitting you second after second, incessantly. "Fight!" he cried, after every thrust. "Fight!".

You breathed a sigh of relief when you saw his punch stopping in mid-air but didn’t last as much as you would have thought. With extreme coldness his vibranium hand hit your face so hard that you screamed in pain. What was going on? You couldn’t figure it out, and that moment made you immediately remember an episode you hoped was forgotten forever. It was back in the 40s, you were in a bar in the suburbs of Brooklyn with Sarah, who forced you on a double date. While she was with a cute guy, you were confined to his obnoxious friend. You didn’t like him at all, and when he tried to kiss you several times you finally found the courage to push him back, since he wouldn’t listen to you. He, enraged by your refusal, punched you in the exact same spot that Bucky had just touched. That infuriated you. Blood and tears of resentment began to mix on your rosy cheeckbones as you managed to stop another of his punches, which aimed at your other cheek. Bucky was visibly surprised by this move, and you took advantage of these two seconds to hit him with your other hand right under his chin.

That gave you enough leverage, and so you could get up in time to think about doing something. This situation was new to you, and Bucky was your friend. Bucky was your friend, you repeated to yourself. He started running towards you again, and all you could do was follow your instinct. That was the only thing that ever allowed you to save yourself. And you would have gotten away with it again, thanks to your gut, contrary to what everyone thought. You managed to avoid a few kicks, but he was good. Fuck, he was very good. A stroke of luck allowed you to throw a well-adjusted kick that made him waver, but you were exhausted. Exhausted physically and worn-out psychologically. On top of that, your confusion began to grow more and more when he began to shout words that you couldn’t understand.

“Желание” he started saying, never looking away from you. “Ржавый, Семнадцать”. At this point you felt made fun of: “Haven’t they told you I speak Italian, not Russian?”, you argued. He pulled his knife out again, looking to the blade with love. Speechless, you let your guard down. As soon as he saw your muscles relaxing even a little, he jumped on you again, throwing you on the floor by kicking you in the middle of your chest. You coughed, not able to understand what was going on while your head was severely spinning. “Печь, Девять, Добросердечный,” at this point he was screaming. You couldn’t hold back your tears when you felt the blade of his knife slowly piercing your right shoulder. “Bucky please”, you begged him, not having any other choice, and noticed a little sparkle coming back in eyes steel eyes. “Please”, you repeated, while watching your blood staining the white pavement under you.

“Enough Barnes”. Nick Fury’s voice thundered as he opened the room’s door. You felt relieved as he removed the knife out of your body ad stood up, letting you finally breath. Behind him stood Steve, who was constantly looking down, avoiding any look that you could throw him. But you were still on the ground, helpless, unarmed, powerless. What made me think I could come back here?, you blamed yourself, your gaze fixed on the ceiling.

“I’m sorry Miss but that was necessary. We couldn’t have stood another winter soldier. I guess you are fine”. These words made you laugh uncontrollably, making everyone confused. “Necessary? All of this was necessary? I have never fought once in my life!”, you shouted, careless. Then you got back up, trying to stop the bleeding. “You’re all out of your minds”. At this point, you couldn’t care less. You turned to Steve, and with your teeth clenched you whispered to him: "I trusted you". With one hand you caressed the golden pendant, and with all the strength you had left, you broke the chain, banging it on the ground between his feet. “I trusted what you were. How could you have done this to me?”. Your eyes were getting glossy again. “I’m done, I don’t want to stay here a second longer”. Wiping your face, you made your head to the exit when you felt Steve and Bucky grabbing both your arms. Immediately, you turned around and shook them off. "Don’t you dare touch me. Never again". For the first time in your eighty years of life, their hands made you feel filthy, wrong. You rubbed your hands against your arms, trying to end that feeling of dirt that their touch had caused you. "Look, I’m sorry doll, but it was necessary". Bucky interrupted the silence. "Necessary? Again, with this bullshit of the ‘necessary’? Fuck you, all of you. I’m done.". They had hurt you too deeply. You looked at Steve, who couldn’t bear your suffering eyes., and you approached to him: "Especially you, Steven.” He had gone too far. “Please don’t ever look for me again". He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but he couldn’t find the right words. Seeing you in that state made him suffer more than he imagined. It was hard for him saying yes to Bucky when he wanted to call Fury, but in the end he agreed: the fear of having to face another winter soldier was insurmountable for him. But it was too much. “A few punches and the usual words”, was told to Bucky. Instead, in those infinite moments of fighting, in him Steve had still seen too much violence. All this was not planned. It was when he saw the door closing behind you, that he realized he had lost you again. And it was still his fault. This caused him a huge pain that hit his chest. For a moment, he stopped breathing. On the other side of the door, you collapsed in a desperate cry. They believed you were a monster, you thought. But the true reason of the pain you were feeling was knowing that Steve did all this to you. The same Steve of last night. How could you ever forgive him?

In a hurry, eager to escape that place more than ever, you called a taxi while coming down the stairs. It left you at your crumbling hotel. You opened the bathroom door, and had the water run through the tub, making it so hot that it was almost boiling. Perhaps some heat could give birth again to your heart, which was now frozen. You dived into the water, sinking your head right under the fine line that separated you from the rest of the world. You stayed there for a while, you weren’t sure how much. Then, silently, you slipped on an old shirt and tried, in vain, to fall asleep.

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Promise - Steve Rogers x Reader

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CHAPTER 5

You are nicely awoken by the first rays of the sunrise of New York. Reluctant, you try to open your still sleepy eyes and suddenly, you were surprised by your position: Steve was holding you from behind, you were still enclosed in a big hug that saw Steve’s face leaning against your left shoulder. Your eyes melted at that view. Determined not to wake him up, you carefully removed his arm and gently stepped aside. He was sleeping just like he used to when he was a kid. Nothing has changed, you thought. The white curtains let the sun in and created a play of light that was enhancing his already wonderful features. You caressed his hair softly and dragged your thumb sweetly on his cheekbone. His skin was as warm as the sun that was gently kissing him.

You proceeded to go to the kitchen, careful not to slam the door hard when you locked it behind you. In the cupboard you found a few things: some cereals that seemed too old to be eaten, some snacks here and there and some milk. At least that was fresh. For a moment you thought about Aunt Gia’s jam, that would have been perfect for breakfast, which happened to be your favourite meal of the day. Who knows if they were okay, you thought. You loved them very much, your uncles. Hidden behind an empty box of pre-packaged croissants you found some oats. Perfect! You thought. You remembered how Steve’s mom made the best porridge in the world. She taught you how to make it, how to reach the best consistency and what worked best as a topper. Trying to remember his words you took the milk and the oatmeal, found a suitable pot and started to cook.

Steven opened his eyes later, perhaps about twenty, twenty-five minutes had passed. He was awoken by a delicious smell of home. For the first time in decades, it was like he was waking up in his own bedroom, waiting for his mom to yell at him to wake up because it was always too late. Confused, he got up and put on the first white shirt he found and followed the delicious scent.

He found you laying two plates on the coffee table, careful to put all the cutlery in the right place and you seemed looking desperately for something. He could not hold a huge smile, and he continued to observe you until you noticed his presence.

“Good morning Captain”, you joked, looking at the mighty muscles of his arms, wrapped on his chest. He was leaning against the doorjamb, smiling, and his hair was obviously messed up from sleeping.

“You are crazy! What are you doing? Really, there was no need to.” He was surprised by the sight of the table setting. “You remembered, you are an angel, really”. You shrugged in response, taking a set in from of him. “I was looking for honey. There’s no honey in here? Now this is gonna be ruined… at least I tried”. Damn it. Steve’s mom always used honey and cinnamon, perhaps that was why he always smelled as good as that at school. He laughed and found a jar of honey hidden somewhere in that kitchen, and offered it to you, then you put it on both dishes. “As I used to say in Italy: buon appetito!”, you winked.

Honestly, the porridge was not that good, but he was so happy with it that he felt like it was the best in the world, after his mother’s one, obviously. “That was delicious, thank you very much. And good morning to you, too, by the way”. You blushed at his compliments and took a sip of the orange juice in front of you “Want some?”, you asked him, who answered with a nod.

Looking at you interested, Steve noticed a pendant around your neck that he hadn’t seen yesterday. It was a gold necklace, with thin filigree and a delicate pendant. It was a medallion, very small, but enough to fit in a photo, decorated with a little diamond. He recognized it immediately. How stupid, he thought. How did he not notice it immediately? No, it’s impossible, he thought soon after.

He often thought about whether to ask it or not, but he didn’t want to seem intrusive. After all, you had met again after decades. She must have had a new life, Steve thought. "Are you usually this quiet in the morning?", you asked jokingly, after noticing his silence. He shook his head, and as always, he couldn’t help but be honest: "I was admiring your necklace, it is very beautiful". Hearing this statement, you could only smile, unconsciously biting your lip. You used to do that a lot when something made you quite nervous. "Yeah, she’s very pretty. Many think it is old-fashioned because it belongs to the '40s, but I think it is timeless", you answered, playing the game. "It has just a sort of emotional value, furthermore I wouldn’t be able to see myself wearing anything else after all this time".

Steve moved into the chair next to yours, and after asking with his eyes for your consent, he gently moved your long hair from your neck, leaving your collarbone exposed. He picked up the pendant and examined it for a long time. He was certain it was it. He remembered the detail he had on the side, a closure that allowed it to be opened. Inside was a picture of you two from when you were kids. "You gave it to me on my 17th birthday, shortly after you enlisted," you said. "It was the thing I bought with the first money", he replied.

“I remember I was afraid you wouldn’t have liked it”, he said, laughing a little. “I wore it everyday since”.

“It’s the first time I can see the real me again, looking at this picture”, he than said. You felt a note of pain in those words. “What do mean with ‘the real me’, Steve?”, you asked, almost upset. After a deep sigh, he began to speak: “Sometimes it is just like- like I feel I am not that kid anymore. Like this, all of this, was completely wrong. I condemn myself for having made this decision. I curse the day I entered the military and become this. I don’t even know how to define myself. A monster created specifically to fight”.

He tried to stop it, but you knew him too well. He had been hiding his pain all of this time, too. Under that sheet that paints him as the fairest man of them all, under that beloved star-spangled shield are hidden sorrow, sadness and suffering. You stood up, headed towards him, and took his face in custody in your warm hands, as you slowly leaned him to your chest, whispering to him: “That is not true. That is absolutely not true, Steven. You saved millions of lives. You, a single man, saved entire populations”, at the sound of this words Steve’s arms wrapped your back tight. “And that was not because of that damned serum, Steven. That is because this is who you are, don’t ever forget it. You were chosen because your soul is pure”, at this moment you held his face towards you, your eyes staring at each other deeply. “You’re a good man Steve Rogers and people need you”.

“And I need you” he said, never taking his eyes off of yours, he then continued: “My bestest friend”.

A loud ringing sounded in the room, and you genuinely thanked it because you could not find the words to express yourself in that right moment. Which was weird, because you could always find the right offspring for everyone and everything. Steve was on the phone just a few seconds, and he then said, sternly: "It was Fury, a colleague of mine. He said he needs to see you". Incredulous, you replied: "Me? And why me? No, thank you. I don’t want to be a part of anything. Tell him I won’t come”.

Steve couldn’t even answer it that you heard someone knowing. You hear him mumbling something like “I knew it”. Behind the door was a black man, dressed in a look leather jacket just as black as his expression was. Intimidating was the first word that you found which could describe him. “I predicted that, Miss. That’s why I was already here. Now, milady, if you please follow me”. But as soon as you saw the man’s head bending over in a threatening way, you realized that maybe it could have been a better choice to do what he told you. You turned to Steven, asking for a sign, and he shook his head as if to say yes. “Nick Fury”, he introduced himself, and you quickly told him your name in response, nodding; understanding that he was the type of man who didn’t like to wait.

You were then taken, by Fury and Steve, to an enormous building, surrounded by a green garden. It was full of big windows, which allowed you to peep behind the black car window. You were amazed as they showed you around, even though you still didn’t know the meaning of your presence here.

After the thousandth super high-tech rooms you demanded answers: “Mr. Fury this is of course great, I swear. However, I still don’t understand why I am here nor how do you know where I was when you called”.

He let out a little laugh, but it didn’t seem amused at all. “According to his best buddy Sargent Barnes”, he starts saying, pointing a finger to Steve: “This pretty one appears to be one of the winter soldiers”, he finishes, turning to you. What was he saying? You weren’t a winter soldier, and moreover what the fuck was a winter soldier? You asked yourself, feeling more confused than ever.

“You are crazy”, you argued, trying to clear your mind. “Miss, did you speak about being a super soldier and being injected with a serum, when? About 80 year ago?”, his expression became menacing as he advanced towards you. “I mean, yes. Yes, that is what happed. But that doesn’t mean I am one of those”, you argue, now angrily. “And what are these soldiers? Someone better explain this to me”, you tried to catch some help, yearning for information. This past 48 hours were wild. “And did Bucky call you to tell my story? What? Did he think that I was some sort of Russian psycho-spy?”. At this moment you weren’t controlling yourself anymore. You had found him yesterday and he had already betrayed you. You always felt like he didn’t like you that much, but not up to this point. Your range, at this thoughts, was turning into something more painful. Was it sadness? Thinking that Bucky had hated you all along this time was making your heart itch.

“James Barnes is waiting for you to test you. Into the training room. Now.” Nick Fury commands, and suddenly you feel Steve’s hand unexpectedly taking your arm. You sink into the fog at the sight of Steve, who does nothing but looking straight in front of him as he pulls you behind him. He began to escort you along dark and winding corridors. The hypnotic lights made you gasp when they went off immediately, you no longer knew you were there after infinite turns. You knew one thing, though. Steve agreed. The way he took your arm so hard and dragged you down meters behind him made you realize that he knew everything from the start. It was all planned. That’s why he didn’t want me to go back to the hotel. It would have been harder to track me if I tried to escape, you thought. These considerations did nothing but hold your heart in painful knots. You wanted to scream, to shout, but you could only stay silent. It felt like you forgot how to speak, made incapable by the terrible thoughts that were now haunting your head. When the lights went on you were alone. Alone in the middle of a circular room completely white and full of mirrors. You immediately understood that they were certainly not mirrors. You were naive, yes, but you weren’t by any mean stupid. They were watching you. They were judging you.

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CHAPTER 4

You turned around and turned around, looking for a comfortable position to reconcile your sleep, until the moment you heard footsteps behind you: "I can’t think of letting you sleep there. We used to share the same bed all the time when we were kids". And it was true, very true. You slept together a lot, and you used to make mischief to each other. What could have changed? You asked yourself. " I’ll only go with you if you don’t tickle me", you then say, after thinking about it a few moments. "Don’t worry, I know you’ll kick my ass if I even try to. And now with that serum you are very dangerous". After a laugh you got up, and took a seat in his bed, next to him. You rested on the pillow, it was soft and fresh. He was always clean, even when you were little. Then you tuned around just as much to catch him staring at you, your eyes were smiling just as you were. This was the first time in years that you didn’t feel deeply alone. “Thank you”, you start saying. “Thank you, Stevie”. His smile becomes bigger as you see his hands moving under the blue sheets, and you gasp when they reach your sides. His fingers start tickling you as you start shouting and laugh heartly. He knew how much you couldn’t stand being tickled. “Oh Steven, you’ve just declared war!” you threaten him, who answers with a thunderous laugh: “I am the bigger one now!”, he says, showing off his biceps.

Oh, you sure are, you thought, looking ate the big arms that were torturing you. But you quickly hid the fact that you were the minority, compared to that blonde godly figure next to you.

“Oh really? We’ll see!”. That’s how you start jokingly fighting. You try in vain to grab his arm, but you are soon planted on the mattress by his great figure, which towers over you. However, you have always been determined. With a leg stroke you make him lose his balance, you had actually learned something while sipping that red wine in Italy. And in the blink of an eye, you’re sitting over his lap, he’s lying on the bed, his arms held steady by yours. A smirk appears on your face: “Who is winning now?”. “You damned!”, he shouted. Abruptly, the laughs were suffocated by your intense glances, as you can hear his breathing getting heavier. Your heart starts pumping faster ad you feel a vibrant sensation growing into you. You had never had this sort of feeling towards him. That must be because we have now found each other again, you tried to reassure yourself. Not knowing well what to do, by instinct, you threw yourself in a hug, laying on his torso, your face secured in the slope of Steve’s neckline. He got back up, careful not to move you form his legs. You have always slept together, you thought. He is your best friend.

He was intensively staring at you. An unconscious stream of memories started running through his mind. His life was, once again, turned upside down by the comeback of one of the ghosts of his past. He went at your funeral. He was devastated by the idea of loosing you. He remembered vividly the day they told him you were missing. He spent ten days of torture without getting any news of you. And yet you were there, your gorgeous face under the caresses of his finger. He had never liked you, he thought. You were too loud, not that kind of elegant women he went for. Subsequently he remembered Peggy. He remembered how he started paying less attention to your letters when she found him answering to one of them, and then joking about it. I am a man now, I am a different man and I need to move on, he convinced himself. A deep feeling of guilt pervaded him when he realised that everything that happened to you was because of him. If only he had answered to the last note you sent him. He remembered having it given by a petty officer “The usual”, the petite man said. “Please take it to my chambers. I’ll read it later”, he said. But he didn’t.

He felt the need to apologize again, craving for your forgiveness.

“It’s okay”, you told him. “None of this is anyone’s fault. We’re both victims. I’m happy to have you back in my life, Stevie”. And as if it were the most natural thing in the world, you printed him a kiss on the forehead. Right there, in the middle. Like you did when you were little. Before he became the strongest soldier of America, he was the lankiest kid in the neighbourhood. You had always been a tall girl, and when he got hurt, you used to print him a kiss right there, it calmed him, made him feel safe. He smiled, and all around you it seemed to be back in the courtyard of your palace, and you looked each other in the eyes, now able to recognize the two kids you thought were lost forever.

But he wasn’t a kid anymore. He was tall and strong, and his figure was just breath-taking, you thought.

But she wasn’t a kid anymore, he thought. You were harmonic, your eyes mesmerizing and he got lost looking at your body. Unconsciously, his finger started tracing your hips, they ran over your back, following the hollow of your spine. Her skin is so soft, he thought.

Unable to move, paralyzed by the precious feelings of his fingers you felt goosebumps all over you. His touch lit you, and to relieve from the biting pleasure that was burning your core, you gently moved your hips, looking for relief.

You noticed Steve’s eyes closing for a moment, a heavy breath left his gorgeous lips. It was just Steve, and you were only sleeping in the same bed as you always used to. It’s okay, you repeated to yourself. Not knowing why, your hands moved to the back of his neck, and your nails started running through his neat hairline, moving gently. He has always had beautiful hair, you always told him. You felt his hand coming down upon your sides, and his great hands started cupping your bottom.

“You cold?” he mumbled; his voice was soft but deep, barely hearable. You shook your head, not understanding the meaning of that question. You could then see his eyes staring at your chest, and after a quick look you noticed that your hard nipples were piercing the beige, silk fabric of your top. Your face became bright red, and you stuttered, unable to find the right words. He smiled and then stopped you when you tried to escape that situation.

“Hey, I was just joking”, he reassured you. But your embarrassment didn’t want to go away. “Come here”, he ordered. You felt him holding you even tighter, taking care to firmly hold onto your lap. Naively, you pressed your lips on the soft skin behind his right ear, desperate for touch.

That move lighted him up, he felt your warm lips pressing onto his softest spot, but he caught no malice in your behaviours. Like you were ages ago, despite everything you’ve been through, you remained innocent. He felt electricity pervading his whole body. "We are just friends", he repeated all evening long. When your lips left his taut skin, his breath felt heavy. Subsequently, his chest was grazed by the smooth fabric that covered your nipples. That littleness drove him crazy. He felt an incessant need for something more, he was craving physical link. Your soft and fair skin was calling him. In despair, he decided to move slowly below you.

If your core was then getting wet, at the feeling of his slow motions it was dripping. Silently you started getting along with his movements, gently rubbing your soaked core to his big prominence underneath his tight shorts. You could feel him growing bigger and bigger as his breath became more severe. You locked your eyes into his blue ones, while you felt Steve’s hands squeezing your ass. His thrusts became faster, more aggressive. You could understand how much you have missed each other. But this was something different.

“What-What are we doing?”, without stopping him you asked, out of breath.

“I-” he suddenly stopped, realizing what was happening between you. “I- I don’t know”. You could see him getting sadder, but you didn’t want him to feel guilty, at all. So, you cupped his beautiful face with your palms and said: “Hey, it’s nothing. We are friends, remember? Nothing will ever change between us, Steven”. This words gave him a feeling of safety and so he pushed you to the side of the bed, then you start laughing at each other. You rest your head on his chest, both laying down, and you wrap one leg around him, determined to feel his skin. “My Stevie”, you told him, smiling. He caressed your check in response. “I would never leave you. I promised”.

He promised.

While your breaths lulled you, you fell asleep together, next to each other, determined not to lose yourselves anymore, and this night was the first without nightmares in almost 80 years.

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Promise - Steve Rogers x Reader

MASTERLIST

CHAPTER 3

The drive was awfully quiet. None of the three spoke. You were sitting in the back seat of a red vintage car, in Steve’s style, you thought. It took at least twenty minutes to get to the gates of a large palace, a bit gloomy. " Go up," said Steve, being careful not to meet your gaze. You went up a couple of flights of stairs, and then got to the second or third floor, you had lost count, drowned in the confused flood of your thoughts. A blond-haired girl was coming down the stairs, wearing a pinkish nurse’s uniform. In a friendly manner she greeted Steve and Bucky, stopping to have a quick chat with the first one. To you she turned a curious look, her eyebrows curled. But you couldn’t care less in that moment. The apartment was nice, not overly large, but neat. Spacious at the right point, but with the feeling that something was missing.

Steven guided to the main room and offered you a chair, while bucky just keeled over the brown sofa and took a hand on his forehead. Steven remained still, leaning against the table, his hands crossed to adorn his muscular chest.

“I- I need answers.” He said, his eyebrows revealed a restless state of mind. Tense, perhaps? Maybe angry? Of course, he was mad. I would be, too. Coming here was a huge mistake, you told yourself.

After a few minute of silence, while you were trying to organize a speech that made any sense, you uttered:

“I can explain”, you tried to gain time, not knowing how to express yourself.

“THEN DO IT!” Steven slams his hand on the coffee table, making you wince. You have never seen him like that. You didn’t remember him like that. That gesture made you dodge, instinctively you wrapped your arms around your bare shoulders, in desperate look for comfort. Avoiding his face, you tried to give a proper talk: “Steven I am sorry”. As soon as you apologised you noticed his muscled less tensed. “I wasn’t allowed to contact anyone, nor to tell anybody what had happened to me. I was a fugitive Steven”.

Steven. She called me like that when she was mad at me. Or when something was wrong, he thought. He was looking at you, still unbelieving, desperately capturing every single word of yours.

“It all happened when I was at Saint Thomas’s camp, I think it was so called.” You heard Bucky getting up, after listening that name. “I went looking for you two”. You felt your face going bright red. But it wasn’t for embarrassment. It was pure rage. You were furious. You went there looking for your best friends and yet you have now definitely found them, 82 years later. And they were interrogating you, they were blaming you. Instinctively, you got up, finally found the courage to look at them straight in the eyes. “I WAS LOOKING FOR YOU”, you shouted, pointing your index at Steve, millimetres form his face. “I DIDN’T EVEN KNOW IF YOU WERE ALIVE STEVEN! I WROTE YOU A LETTER EVERY SINGLE FUCKIN’ DAY. WHY DIDN’T YOU ANSWER ME, STEVEN? WHY?”. It was after a while when you realised that your eyes had started tearing up. “Look at me Steven”. Your voice was now firm, impassive. “Steven, I told you to look at me”. Your eyes crossed his blue gaze. His face revealed sadness: his brow was wrinkled, his mouth shut in a line. Your eyelids blinked incessantly, trying in vain to cast away tears. You put a fist on his chest, but Steve grabbed your wrist, holding it hard. You dodged, struggling, but he was very strong. Where did the golden-hearted boy who coloured your lives go? Suddenly, with his hand still tight on your wrist he pushed you back to him, holding you tighter than ever: "I am the one who is sorry".

You started talking, with a soft voice in his ear. “I went looking for you two when a bomb razed the camp. I remember being the only one who could stand up. Perhaps that’s why they chose me. Some men arrived and took me to some place, I was told I was there for five weeks, but I can’t be sure. I woke up to a doctor, a tall, slender man who seemed just as destroyed as me. A blue liquid was being injected in my veins. I still don’t know what happened to me. He told me there were others, just one survived up to that day, except for me. He woke up before I did, so couldn’t be saved.” For the first time that day you felt like Bucky was really listening to you. “He let me escape. He told me he had a daughter, maybe I reminded him of her. He told me to keep my mouth shut, if I wanted to survive, so I ran, for three days, incessantly. No food or water. And managed, on my own, to reach the brothers of my parents in Italy. They were there. I told them that mom and dad were dead, it was not true. But I was terrified, and I was looking for a safe place, those hills seemed the bast place to hide. I was there all this time, trying to heal”.

“I was the other one”. These were Bucky’s first words, and he removed his jacket revealing a shimmering metal underneath his sleeve. You stared at it, still in shock. You had seen Bucky on the news a couple of times but didn’t realize that he was the other one. Everything made sense now. “I-I’m sorry Buck I just couldn’t know, I swear”. Your hand held up your head, which was bursting with pain and wouldn’t stop pounding. “I know doll, I know. I didn’t know you were one of us either. The doctor was Mr. Sokolov. A Russian pseudo-scientist.” he took a sip of a brownish liquid from his glass, must have been some sort of liquor. He served himself, at least their friendship had never changed, you thought. They were like brothers. For a while the thought of the two of them still together lifted you up, making you smile. “So, what am I?”, you asked. “Am I like you?”.

“I mean, I guess yes”. Steve finally spoke, and you realized you were still hugging him. Embarrassed, you dodged quickly, trying to hide your visible red cheeks as best you can. Rubbing your cold, crossed arms you tried to answer: “That’s why I haven’t aged, right?”. “Yes”, Bucky answered.

“Could I please have one?” you asked, breaking the silence, pointing at the glass that he was drinking.

You notice Steve giggling, biting his under lip. You felt the strings of your heart relaxing. Steve was now very changed, but his little laugh remained untouched. Those few seconds brought you back 80 years, and it was like you were children together again. Oh God, how much you have missed it. He then said, joking: “Since when you started drinking, little one?”. Your face glowed with a radiant smile, while between a laugh and another you gave a friendly pat to his shoulder, surprised that he still considered you a damsel in danger. "You have no idea much I missed this, Stevie".

Stevie. He felt the heat warming his chest. It was like when he saw Bucky again for the first time. Oh God, how much he missed your laugh. You two always laughed, he thought. You were always together, laughing and joking. Despite everything, he missed you. And now you have found yourselves, of course, very changed. He was no longer the skinny little boy from Brooklyn, and you were no longer a shy little girl afraid of the world. You had blossomed into a beautiful woman. But you always felt that you were missing something. That lack, that piece that you did not feel with, seemed now had found his right place. Here and now. You took generous amount of bourbon and swallowed it like water, leaving the guys impressed. After the serum nothing could get you drunk, so you were used to nine or eight glasses of red wine back in Italy. Perhaps alcohol helped you al a little bit, but you started talking about every little detail from your lives that time it seemed as if time had not passed by a minute, as if the hands of your clocks had stopped on the day of their enlistment. You talked and drank all night, and suddenly you were dimensioning these 80 years. You were again the best friends of the 30s: Bucky a little gruff and reluctant with you, Steve always good and altruistic, ready to defend you; you radiant and sunny, altruistic like him. You were always the same. At 2 o'clock in the morning, Bucky decided to go home, although he was not sleepy, he always tried to fall asleep and spend quiet nights, trying to chase away nightmares. You said it was time for you to leave too, when Steve got up and said: “No. Now way I’m letting you go home alone at this hour. It could be dangerous”, you argued: “No Steve. I am a super- super soldier like you, remember? No one can hurt me. Pow Pow Pow”, you pathetically imitated the noise of two guns shooting, and thought that maybe this time the alcohol had, at least a little, the better. A smirk appeared on his face and you reluctantly said: "Okay. Alright, but only if I sleep on the couch". He nodded and two greeted Bucky, who unexpectedly gave you a hug. The first that you had ever received from him. That made your night, along with everything that happened. While you helped Steve cleaning his table, you asked him if he could land you something to wear for the night. He went looking in his bedroom and came back a few minutes later with a beige satin nightdress with white lace. It was wonderful. You weren’t the type for these fancy nightclothes, back in Italy when it got too hot you used to throw on the first oversized t-shirt you had and jumped on your bed, but this piece was surely stunning. A strange feeling pervaded you when you realized that it must belong to some other woman. But you made a joke about it. After all he was just a friend to you. He had always been just your best friend. “Thank you, where can I go change?” you asked, and he pointed you at the left corridor, where the bathroom was. You changed quickly, refreshing your face with water and cleaning it from the last remnants of makeup. The pyjama was a bit tight on your thighs, but you kept telling yourself that it was just for a night, and it was just Steve. You found your way back to the living room and lied down the sofa, whose leather material made you shudder. “Goodnight Steve”, you told him. “Goodnight to you”, you heard his deep voice from the other room.

Sleeping was hard. After all you went through today. You found your best friend. You were reunited with him again.

But what now? Don’t’ be silly. he is an Avenger. He has stuff to do. You are just an old ball and chain. Although he seemed so happy tonight, too.

You turned around and around, looking for a comfortable position to reconcile your sleep on that cold sofa, until you heard footsteps behind you.

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