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[sosa2imagines]

Hey I just got my wisdom teeth removed so I’m wondering if you can write a fic where Sebastian Stan’s and Chris Evans’s characters takes care of reader after they got their wisdom teeth removed please 😊

Hey, I hope you are doing well, please take care. Also thank you for this ask, I had lots of fun writing it.

Warnings- only fluff. ___________________

Sebastian Stan.

Bucky Barnes-

Bucky loves you and he was trying for you. It made him sad to see you this way, curled up on his couch, your eyes squeezed shut as you whine every now and then.

Bucky will panic and be worried at the same time. He would hold a cold compress on your face, help you to stay hydrated.

Every now and then he would ask, “Uh… do you want cold water?” “How about a cold juice?”, “ice cream is good, I brought your favorite flavor.” He’ll make sure to follow the instructions given by the dentist, to ease your pain.

Even in pain and swollen face, he thinks you're absolutely adorable.

You want his cool metal palm on you? It is all yours.

Oh, you are hungry? Even though he can’t cook, he will try his best, to make a soup for you. Bucky will go to the kitchen, a bit panicked and not sure what to do. He had never taken care of someone before, so this was all new to him. But you are not just someone, you are his doll.

He’ll do anything for you.

Nick Fowler-

Let’s say before the procedure even begin, Nick had warned the dentist, to go easy on you, to make it as painless as possible.

The dentist had told you; you did feel “little” pain. Nick was okay with that; you can deal with “little” pain. So why the hell are there tears in your eyes, because of the pain? Yup the dentist can kiss goodbye to their life job for lying.

Nick will not let you leave the bed. You will just relax and chill in the air-conditioned room. Everything will be at your service. From cold water to cold juices and ice creams.

There’s a min freezer in the room, full of cold- compression just for you.

You have a project to complete? Nope, not happening. You are just going to rest. The project can wait. Or the person who want’s the project done, can wait or say good bye to life it.

Lee Bodecker-

Lee just can’t stand, to see you in pain. He may not be good in taking care, but that does not mean, he won’t try.

He won’t eat sweets. If you can’t have them, he won’t have them either. You can only have soup? He’ll have soup too.

Before going out to work, he will remind you, to rest and take the pain killers, if absolute necessary.

But let’s face it. Looking after the town and the upcoming elections, he is tired. He has needs. The stress is making him crave something sweet.

So, he’ll come up with the best solution. He’ll go down on you. It’s a win-win situation for you two. He gets his dose of sweet, from eating you and you get the best distraction from the pain.

Chris Evans.

Steve Rogers-

Steve will instantly become the mother hen. Concern face on. Every fifteen minutes, he’ll ask “Hey, how are you feeling?”

He will gently examine your face, his fingers probing the swollen areas with a tender touch. “You're going to be okay, I'm here for you.” he says reassuringly.

He proceeds to pamper you with ice cream, painkillers, and a constant supply of cold compresses, even singing a soft rendition of ‘Star-Spangled Man with a Plan’ to distract you, from the discomfort. Even though he hates it. But for you, he’ll do anything. (Even take a break from avenging.)

Lloyd Hansen-

Let’s just say the dentist was bit hesitant, to treat you. Lloyd was sitting in the room, with pilers, just to make sure, you are having a painless treatment.

Back at the fortress of solitude, he has given everyone a strict order, to be quiet. No noise. Noise is ban. His sugar had a painful treatment and he’ll make sure you get to rest, without any disturbance.

He will lie down on the bed, next to you, letting you rest your head on his firm chest. Making you feel comfortable and safe. He gently caresses your hair, proud of himself, to see you are sleeping peacefully.

But someone makes a noise, waking you up. You whimper, because of the pain. He quickly gives you painkillers, kissing your forehead. He will find out who made the noise.

Lloyd removes that person’s tooth and makes the person wear headphones. Heavy metal playing in them. Let’s see how that person likes, getting disturb.

Lloyd, has filled the bedroom with magazines and books you like. Netflix ready to play. He has called in the best chefs, to make different types of delicious soups and ice-cream for you.

He will even let you play with his moustache.

Andy Barber-

As a district attorney, Andy is used to dealing with tough cases, but seeing you in pain, brings out his protective instincts. He proceeds to pamper you with ice cream, painkillers, cold compresses, music and even offering to make you a warm bath to relax.

As you two spend the day together, Andy tells you, stories of his courtroom victories and the latest town gossip, making you laugh despite your discomfort. He's determined to take your mind off the pain and make you feel loved and cared for.

Andy will keep on whispering, “You're doing great, love. Just remember, no strenuous activities for a while, okay?”

In the process of distracting you, he’ll end up distracting himself and you won’t even realize, when he started to do…..ahem

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[sosa2imagines]

Hey bestie, she is just having a fan moment with Matt. Just fun banter.

Misunderstanding. Part 4.

Warnings- Angst, fluff, danger and a fan crush moment. -----------------------------------------------------

“Romanoff?” “Tony get your ass here Y/n is in danger” “What?” “Just get here!”

“Tony, is everything okay?” Bucky asks, noticing the worried look on Tony's face. “What did Natasha say?”

“Nat said they are in trouble, more like Y/n is in danger.” Tony replies.

“What happened?” Steve asks immediately, a bit of panic seeping into his voice, as he realized you and Natasha are in danger. “Where are you going? What’s going on?”

Few hours ago...

“Y/n talk to me” “Nat I'm fine”

“Come on!” she says, grasping your hand, pulling you along. “Let's just walk and talk...”

“Okay, fine…” you agree, letting her guide you along. As you two make your way down the sidewalk, Natasha pauses and turns to you, her expression serious. “Y/n, I know you well enough to know, you are thinking too much. Talk to me babe” You smile, happy at the fact that she knows you so well. “I should have told him, where I was being treated, I hid from him and lost him for good…”

“No, you did not lost him, ok? it was our decision for his own safety, hell we would have done it for Bucky too.” “He is freaking Captain America!!! Nat, he can take care of himself, even if we know it’s the other way around. If he wants to be with someone else, I won't stop him” “He loves you, you both are just going through a major misunderstanding…” “Nat I'm not perfect for him! He deserves someone perfect, like him...” you exclaimed, cutting her mid-sentence. “Did he told you that?” Nat snaps at you. “No…” you mumble, pouting at her, for snapping at you. She just rolls her eyes over your dramatics.

“Then don't jump to conclusions, stay on the ground before doing something stupid!” “Yeah, okay” you respond, feeling a bit tense as you anticipate her next move.

You stop walking, staring at her. Natasha is a smart woman, but god she had no patience for bullshits and over-reactions. But one thing is for sure, everything she says, is true and never ever argue with her.

 “Are you going to keep on staring or what?!” she asks not bothering to stop, or look at you. “Coming, god you can be scary at times!” you raised your hands up in surrender, as she raised her brows at you.

 After some few minutes of silence, you talk again, “So how are things with Bucky?” You can swear on anything, that you saw her blush and choke on air at the same time!

“What did you see or hear?” Nat asks, looking straight ahead, avoiding your gaze. You just smirk at her.

Before you could continue, a guy ran towards you both and pushed Nat in the alley. “What the hell?!” You yell as a man suddenly grabs Natasha and drags her into an alleyway, surprising you both. You quickly aimed your gun at him “Let her go, now!”

“What? Natasha who is with you?” The man holding her was looking in your direction, but not directly at you. “Hey, I said let her go!” You had a firm grip on the gun, ready to shoot, if required.

“Matt?” “What? Do you know him?” you ask her, not lowering the gun. “Y/n, I know him, put the gun down.” “What, are you sure?” Natasha nods and you put your gun back down in your pocket.

The guy name Matt, lets her go and gives a sheepish smile to Nat. “Matt what are you doing here?” she asks him. “I need your help…and” “Wait, how did you know it was me?” you furrow your brows in confusion at her question. “Your perfume that's how I knew you were near…” he answers rubbing the back of his neck. “Wait her perfume? Who and what are you?” you ask looking at him with utter confusion, almost feeling like a third wheel.

“I’m a very good lawyer and you are? He smirks. “Assassin!” you answer proudly.

Nat rolls her eyes, at your antics. “Y/n wait, this is Matt, DD, remember I had told you? and Matt this Y/n fellow avenger and…”  “That's him!” you ask cutting her mid-sentence, “The blind kickass vigilante?” you ask, totally surprise to meet the infamous lawyer finally. “Sorry by the way…” you say quickly, realising you are going ahead in your fan zone.

“It's ok.” he tells you with a smile, before turning to Nat, “You told her about me?” getting serious. “Yes she is my best friend, I tell her everything.” Nat replies with a smirk and a proud smile. “Since when did you started to make friends?” Matt asks in disbelief. “Does not matter to you…” Nat scoffs. “Yeah right!” Matt raises his eyebrows, running a hand through his silky hair.

You shake your head, getting some control over your fan crush, for the man wearing red tinted glasses.

“Umm...sorry to interrupt the reunion, but I supposed he wants your help with something?” you remind them.  “Yes, right thank you, come this way...” Matt smiles at you, gesturing you and Nat to follow him.

“Not to sound rude, where are we supposed to go and why?” Nat asks in a stern voice, getting serious now. “I was on my way for work, I heard some guys talk about planting a bomb, somewhere here and if my senses are right, that bomb is there. Right at the end of the alley, inside that abandon building” He replies with a serious tone.

“How did you know its abandon?” you ask getting curious.  “Senses” both Nat and Matt reply in unison. “Sorry…” you shrug, not sure whether you offended him or both.

As you three enter the building, you split. With Nat searching the ground floor, you and Matt start looking on the first floor. Most of the walls were collapsed, debris fallen everywhere.

Out of instinct, you helped Matt to walk, making sure he didn’t fall or stumble on anything.

“Sorry, I know you are a vigilante and can take care of yourself, I…”, Matt smiles cutting you off “It’s really nice of you to help me. Yes, I like to be independent, but you helped me out of instinct not because of pity. And I don’t mind a beautiful girl like you, helping me.” He smiles, offering you his arm, which you accept with a red face.

“You are blushing” “No, I'm not...” you bite your lip to hide the smile forming on your lips. “I can hear your heartbeats” he tells you, laughing softly. “Your senses are very admirable…” you smile. “Thank you.”

You both kept looking, from one room to another, before finally entering the last room.

“I don't feel right about this room…” Matt says, getting bit tensed. “Your senses acting up?” you tease, to lighten the mood. Matt laughs heartedly, he looks so cute, “No I think it's in here…” “Well let's keep on looking, or else you might need to get your senses checked. Tony and Bruce can help you.”

“Tony will kill me…” Matt says, as he starts looking around, by poking his stick. “You know him?” you ask, looking in one of the boxes piled up.

“Yes, long story for another day…” he says still looking. “Asking me out already?” You ask, coming to his side. “I don't mind, do you?”

Before you could answer, Matt's pokes a box and it falls on the ground with a loud thud. The box was full of bricks, Matt asks you, what the noise was and you answer, “Bricks. Why keep a box full of bricks?” “Yes, everything here is empty, except for this box…”

“Shit” you both say in unison and look at the place where the box was before. There was the bomb. The weight of bricks, had kept it off. Wires were connected to a box with code pad.

Without a second thought, you both sat on the bomb with half asses.

“Y/n, what are you doing?” “Keeping the bomb off, what are you doing?” “This is no time for being funny, get off now” “If either of us gets off, we are gonna die. The bomb has stopped under our shared weight…”

Some minutes later, Nat comes up looking for you both.

“Guys did you find anything?” She sees you two sitting together and she raises her brow. “Yes we did…” you answer. “What? where is it?” “You are looking at it!” this time Matt answers with anger evident on his face. Seriously why are people snapping today?

Matt explains everything to Natasha. She tries to defuse the bomb, but is unsuccessful. With no other option she texts and calls Tony. 

“Tony is on his way.” Nat tells you both, with a hopeful smile. “Now we wait…” you say sarcastically, to which Nat gives you a smile and Matt is still angry.

Nat makes herself a seat, using few of the empty boxes and sits comfortably.

“Matty smile…” Nat jokes and you try to suppress a laugh, while Matt just ignores you two.

“You know… whatever happens or may not happen… can you try to be less grumpy and smile? You look cute when you smile...” you tease Matt, even though you can see the corners of his lips turning into a smile, he stills acts angry.

“Why did you?” “Why did you?” You both ask each other the same question.

Matt remains quiet and you answer his question, “Matt I have fought worst people, aliens, heck gods and robots. This bomb is nothing.”

Matt was about to say something, but you don’t let him speak, “Don't blame yourself. Even if you had not asked for our help, I still would have been in danger, in some other mission. My job comes with danger, so there's no escaping it. I trust Nat, Tony and everyone else. Nothing will happen to us, Matt.”

Matt starts to relax a bit, “You are good with words…” “Thank you.” “She is good in lots of ways…” Nat winks at you and you give her a ‘what are you trying to do?’ look. “Is that so?” Matt chimes in. “Don't tell me, his senses pick that up?” you laugh.

Back at the compound...

“Come on, metal man, we have to go now!” Tony says, his voice a mix of urgency and concern. “Don't call me that” Bucky warns him. “Are you coming or not?” Tony asks with a raised brow. “I'm coming, they both need us.” 

“Tony wait, I'm coming with you.” Steve tells him. “Steve, please...” Tony replies, clearly feeling torn between wanting to have Steve with him, and knowing that he doesn't want to risk another fight breaking out. “I need you to watch the compound, in case we need anything, I’ll let you know. Trust me on this.” “No, let Bucky stay; I have to come please…” Steve begs and Tony's resolve wavers, as he sees the desperation in Steve's eyes.

“Fine suit up.”

“No! She needs me, not Captain America.” 

A/N: Seriously Charlie Cox is so cute and hot..!

(Comment, feedbacks and reblog are highly appreciated. I hope you all enjoy.)

Part 3 -

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[sosa2imagines]

Yours, ours, mine.

Imagine you are Bucky's wife. Steve has retired. He came back, after returning the stones. He gave Sam the shield. Steve lives with you and Bucky.

The more Steve sees you and Bucky, the more he pictures such life for himself. He fucks around with random girls. But all he can imagine is your face. Moaning your name, everytime he comes.

You roam freely in the house, having no clue about Steve's fascination with you.

He has set a camera in your bedroom. He jerks himself to the sight, of you and Bucky having sex. He is obsessed with your curves and figure. He loves seeing you naked.

When Bucky is out for work, Steve gets all touchy with you. You try to maintain distance. So he comes with a solution. He adds sleeping pills in your tea. Once you are knocked out, he sleeps next to you. Gently undresses you. Paying extra attention to your pussy, sucking your breasts like his life depends on them. Hands exploring your body, like he is worshipping you.

But he wants more. He wants to be balls deep buried in you.

He starts to gaslight Bucky. Picking up on his insecurities. "What if she gets bored of being alone for months, when you are out on missions?", "what about her needs?", "what if she finds someone else?".

Bucky pleads to him to stop. Steve assures him, he'll take care of you. Steve makes Bucky say that "Bucky himself is okay with Steve taking care of your his needs."

Bucky leaves for the mission happily, relieved his best friend will take care of you.

Steve is happy, to finally make you his.

You have no clue about this.

(Should I write about this?)

[sosa2imagines]

Yes, Tony can help. But he has a funny history with Matt. As for Steve, you are right. He is going for his girl. He is going to protect her, not Captain America. And you are my new bestie for loving Matt. ❤️

Misunderstanding. Part 4.

Warnings- Angst, fluff, danger and a fan crush moment. -----------------------------------------------------

“Romanoff?” “Tony get your ass here Y/n is in danger” “What?” “Just get here!”

“Tony, is everything okay?” Bucky asks, noticing the worried look on Tony's face. “What did Natasha say?”

“Nat said they are in trouble, more like Y/n is in danger.” Tony replies.

“What happened?” Steve asks immediately, a bit of panic seeping into his voice, as he realized you and Natasha are in danger. “Where are you going? What’s going on?”

Few hours ago...

“Y/n talk to me” “Nat I'm fine”

“Come on!” she says, grasping your hand, pulling you along. “Let's just walk and talk...”

“Okay, fine…” you agree, letting her guide you along. As you two make your way down the sidewalk, Natasha pauses and turns to you, her expression serious. “Y/n, I know you well enough to know, you are thinking too much. Talk to me babe” You smile, happy at the fact that she knows you so well. “I should have told him, where I was being treated, I hid from him and lost him for good…”

“No, you did not lost him, ok? it was our decision for his own safety, hell we would have done it for Bucky too.” “He is freaking Captain America!!! Nat, he can take care of himself, even if we know it’s the other way around. If he wants to be with someone else, I won't stop him” “He loves you, you both are just going through a major misunderstanding…” “Nat I'm not perfect for him! He deserves someone perfect, like him...” you exclaimed, cutting her mid-sentence. “Did he told you that?” Nat snaps at you. “No…” you mumble, pouting at her, for snapping at you. She just rolls her eyes over your dramatics.

“Then don't jump to conclusions, stay on the ground before doing something stupid!” “Yeah, okay” you respond, feeling a bit tense as you anticipate her next move.

You stop walking, staring at her. Natasha is a smart woman, but god she had no patience for bullshits and over-reactions. But one thing is for sure, everything she says, is true and never ever argue with her.

 “Are you going to keep on staring or what?!” she asks not bothering to stop, or look at you. “Coming, god you can be scary at times!” you raised your hands up in surrender, as she raised her brows at you.

 After some few minutes of silence, you talk again, “So how are things with Bucky?” You can swear on anything, that you saw her blush and choke on air at the same time!

“What did you see or hear?” Nat asks, looking straight ahead, avoiding your gaze. You just smirk at her.

Before you could continue, a guy ran towards you both and pushed Nat in the alley. “What the hell?!” You yell as a man suddenly grabs Natasha and drags her into an alleyway, surprising you both. You quickly aimed your gun at him “Let her go, now!”

“What? Natasha who is with you?” The man holding her was looking in your direction, but not directly at you. “Hey, I said let her go!” You had a firm grip on the gun, ready to shoot, if required.

“Matt?” “What? Do you know him?” you ask her, not lowering the gun. “Y/n, I know him, put the gun down.” “What, are you sure?” Natasha nods and you put your gun back down in your pocket.

The guy name Matt, lets her go and gives a sheepish smile to Nat. “Matt what are you doing here?” she asks him. “I need your help…and” “Wait, how did you know it was me?” you furrow your brows in confusion at her question. “Your perfume that's how I knew you were near…” he answers rubbing the back of his neck. “Wait her perfume? Who and what are you?” you ask looking at him with utter confusion, almost feeling like a third wheel.

“I’m a very good lawyer and you are? He smirks. “Assassin!” you answer proudly.

Nat rolls her eyes, at your antics. “Y/n wait, this is Matt, DD, remember I had told you? and Matt this Y/n fellow avenger and…”  “That's him!” you ask cutting her mid-sentence, “The blind kickass vigilante?” you ask, totally surprise to meet the infamous lawyer finally. “Sorry by the way…” you say quickly, realising you are going ahead in your fan zone.

“It's ok.” he tells you with a smile, before turning to Nat, “You told her about me?” getting serious. “Yes she is my best friend, I tell her everything.” Nat replies with a smirk and a proud smile. “Since when did you started to make friends?” Matt asks in disbelief. “Does not matter to you…” Nat scoffs. “Yeah right!” Matt raises his eyebrows, running a hand through his silky hair.

You shake your head, getting some control over your fan crush, for the man wearing red tinted glasses.

“Umm...sorry to interrupt the reunion, but I supposed he wants your help with something?” you remind them.  “Yes, right thank you, come this way...” Matt smiles at you, gesturing you and Nat to follow him.

“Not to sound rude, where are we supposed to go and why?” Nat asks in a stern voice, getting serious now. “I was on my way for work, I heard some guys talk about planting a bomb, somewhere here and if my senses are right, that bomb is there. Right at the end of the alley, inside that abandon building” He replies with a serious tone.

“How did you know its abandon?” you ask getting curious.  “Senses” both Nat and Matt reply in unison. “Sorry…” you shrug, not sure whether you offended him or both.

As you three enter the building, you split. With Nat searching the ground floor, you and Matt start looking on the first floor. Most of the walls were collapsed, debris fallen everywhere.

Out of instinct, you helped Matt to walk, making sure he didn’t fall or stumble on anything.

“Sorry, I know you are a vigilante and can take care of yourself, I…”, Matt smiles cutting you off “It’s really nice of you to help me. Yes, I like to be independent, but you helped me out of instinct not because of pity. And I don’t mind a beautiful girl like you, helping me.” He smiles, offering you his arm, which you accept with a red face.

“You are blushing” “No, I'm not...” you bite your lip to hide the smile forming on your lips. “I can hear your heartbeats” he tells you, laughing softly. “Your senses are very admirable…” you smile. “Thank you.”

You both kept looking, from one room to another, before finally entering the last room.

“I don't feel right about this room…” Matt says, getting bit tensed. “Your senses acting up?” you tease, to lighten the mood. Matt laughs heartedly, he looks so cute, “No I think it's in here…” “Well let's keep on looking, or else you might need to get your senses checked. Tony and Bruce can help you.”

“Tony will kill me…” Matt says, as he starts looking around, by poking his stick. “You know him?” you ask, looking in one of the boxes piled up.

“Yes, long story for another day…” he says still looking. “Asking me out already?” You ask, coming to his side. “I don't mind, do you?”

Before you could answer, Matt's pokes a box and it falls on the ground with a loud thud. The box was full of bricks, Matt asks you, what the noise was and you answer, “Bricks. Why keep a box full of bricks?” “Yes, everything here is empty, except for this box…”

“Shit” you both say in unison and look at the place where the box was before. There was the bomb. The weight of bricks, had kept it off. Wires were connected to a box with code pad.

Without a second thought, you both sat on the bomb with half asses.

“Y/n, what are you doing?” “Keeping the bomb off, what are you doing?” “This is no time for being funny, get off now” “If either of us gets off, we are gonna die. The bomb has stopped under our shared weight…”

Some minutes later, Nat comes up looking for you both.

“Guys did you find anything?” She sees you two sitting together and she raises her brow. “Yes we did…” you answer. “What? where is it?” “You are looking at it!” this time Matt answers with anger evident on his face. Seriously why are people snapping today?

Matt explains everything to Natasha. She tries to defuse the bomb, but is unsuccessful. With no other option she texts and calls Tony. 

“Tony is on his way.” Nat tells you both, with a hopeful smile. “Now we wait…” you say sarcastically, to which Nat gives you a smile and Matt is still angry.

Nat makes herself a seat, using few of the empty boxes and sits comfortably.

“Matty smile…” Nat jokes and you try to suppress a laugh, while Matt just ignores you two.

“You know… whatever happens or may not happen… can you try to be less grumpy and smile? You look cute when you smile...” you tease Matt, even though you can see the corners of his lips turning into a smile, he stills acts angry.

“Why did you?” “Why did you?” You both ask each other the same question.

Matt remains quiet and you answer his question, “Matt I have fought worst people, aliens, heck gods and robots. This bomb is nothing.”

Matt was about to say something, but you don’t let him speak, “Don't blame yourself. Even if you had not asked for our help, I still would have been in danger, in some other mission. My job comes with danger, so there's no escaping it. I trust Nat, Tony and everyone else. Nothing will happen to us, Matt.”

Matt starts to relax a bit, “You are good with words…” “Thank you.” “She is good in lots of ways…” Nat winks at you and you give her a ‘what are you trying to do?’ look. “Is that so?” Matt chimes in. “Don't tell me, his senses pick that up?” you laugh.

Back at the compound...

“Come on, metal man, we have to go now!” Tony says, his voice a mix of urgency and concern. “Don't call me that” Bucky warns him. “Are you coming or not?” Tony asks with a raised brow. “I'm coming, they both need us.” 

“Tony wait, I'm coming with you.” Steve tells him. “Steve, please...” Tony replies, clearly feeling torn between wanting to have Steve with him, and knowing that he doesn't want to risk another fight breaking out. “I need you to watch the compound, in case we need anything, I’ll let you know. Trust me on this.” “No, let Bucky stay; I have to come please…” Steve begs and Tony's resolve wavers, as he sees the desperation in Steve's eyes.

“Fine suit up.”

“No! She needs me, not Captain America.” 

A/N: Seriously Charlie Cox is so cute and hot..!

(Comment, feedbacks and reblog are highly appreciated. I hope you all enjoy.)

Part 3 -

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[sosa2imagines]

Birdie is the queen! I'm cheering for her. No one cheats and disrespects our Anselm.

8- lucien & claire, anselm & birdie

Summary: You learn more about Anselm's past as the mysterious, Lucien. (~4.6k)

Contents: 🔥 18+ nsfw, gun violence/murder, dry humping, oral sex talk

a/n: thank you to the (❤️ not) anon who gave me the push I needed to finally write this. It will help if you've seen "Ticky Tacky," but if you know the general gist, then you should be just fine!

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“Don’t trouble yourself, my dear,” Anselm says as you move to exit the car behind him. “It’s only a small errand.”

A stop at a donut shop you’ve never heard of, a few towns away.

He hasn’t said what his business here is, but you know it certainly isn’t pastries.

You narrow your eyes at him. “Are you trying to hide something from me?”

Anselm stands outside of the car, but bends down to talk to you. “Yes.”

One of his eyebrows is slightly raised and you know he’d prefer if you dropped it. But that’s not really your style.

“And how’s that going for you?” You ask.

His beard twitches. “Not well, apparently.”

You hear the jingle of a bell behind Anselm and see a young guy walk out of the bakery toward the car.

“Lucien,” the man says. “I have your donuts and your knives.”

Anselm’s face is stone still.

“Lucien?” You ask.

Anselm takes off his glasses and tosses them aside on the seat.

He stands and turns. “Hey, how’s it going?” He hugs the man. “Thanks again.”

You’re struck dumb. You’ve never heard Anselm talk like this in all the time you’ve been together. So… American… so… accent-less. 

You see the man hand off a black bakery box on top of a metal suitcase. He notices you in the car and waves. He has a baby face and a white apron smeared with dough and frosting.

“I’m Gabriel,” the man says. “You must be the new wife, and the new boss. Congratulations. Sorry I couldn’t come to the wedding. I’m real happy for you and Lucien, though. I thought he’d had sworn off love, but I guess that whole thing with your cheating ex was, what, 8 or 9 years ago now?”

“Yeah, more actually,” Anselm says, sans accent, scratching his beard.

You nod, shocked silent.

Gabriel smiles. “I was only 10 when we started working together. I still remember the first gun I ever acquired on your behalf. You’d never killed anyone before.”

Anselm nods. “I guess in hindsight everything worked out for the better. My Birdie here, she’s the greatest. Blows everyone else out of the water. Anyway, we have to get going. I’ll call if I need you.”

“What the hell?” You mutter to yourself. 

Gabriel shakes Anselm’s hand in both of his. “Good to see you old friend. I could never thank you enough for giving me the shop to run arms out of.”

“Please, you were always a natural. And the donuts are even better with you in charge. Stop by the house sometime. We’ll talk,” Anselm says.

“Definitely, definitely. I haven’t seen this one, and you burned your old one down. I’ll bring you a grenade launcher as a belated wedding present.” Gabriel smiles, waves to you again. “You two have a great day.”

“See you around,” Anselm says.

He gets back in the car, setting aside the case of knives and flipping open the box of donuts to offer you one.

You hand him his glasses.

“I have four hundred questions,” you say.

“My dear-“

“Oh, your accent’s back,” you say, reaching in for a glazed donut. “Well, there’s one question answered.”

Anselm rests his yellow lenses back on his face. “It was all a long time ago. I was very different as a young man.”

You bite into the donut, momentarily distracted. “Holy shit this donut’s good. That guy’s been making donuts since he was 10?”

Anselm shakes his head, closing the box and setting it aside. “No, I gave him the bakery to run when he was 18. He was working for me long before then, though. He’s a very distant relative.”

“Of course he is.” You lick your fingers after inhaling the rest of the donut. “And this woman? Who was she?”

Anselm fights a smile, his beard shifting with glee. “Jealous?”

“Of someone dumb enough to cheat on you? No. Not jealous of a dead woman.”

The car starts moving. Anselm’s gaze flicks away from yours.

“She’s not exactly dead,” he says.

The rest of the donut tastes like sand in your mouth. There might be ringing in your ears. There’s no reason you can think of for him not to have shot her in the cheating, lying face. Except for one…

Anselm holds up a hand. “Birdie, please let me explain. There’s no reason for you to be upset.”

You huff, trying to act casual. “Why would I be upset that you didn’t kill someone? That would be stupid. I’m not. Upset or stupid. I’m not either of those things.” You realize you’re rambling and shut your mouth. You look out the window.

Anselm sets his hand on your leg and you move it out of his grasp.

He chuckles quietly. “I’ve never seen you jealous. It’s given me an erection like you wouldn’t believe.” He clears his throat. “No matter. Just listen.”

You fold your arms, stubbornly refusing to look at him.

Anselm rubs his hand over one of your shoulders. “I’ve never told you this, but for a time in my youth, I tried to ‘go straight,’ so to speak. I only owned legal businesses. Had no ties to organized crime. I spoke with an American accent to blend in more. And,” he hesitates, “I was going to ask a woman to marry me.”

You bite your bottom lip so hard it hurts. But it’s better than the pang you feel in your heart.

“Her name is Claire. From an old east-coast family. Shallow, selfish, but very much the kind of wife someone in my position should have,” Anselm says quietly.

You feel tears well up in your eyes. Snot’s going to start coming out of your nose any second, but you don’t want to sniffle and let Anselm know you’re crying.

Out of the corner of your eye you see Anselm offer you a handkerchief. You snatch it out of his hand.

“Oh, my love, I’m sorry,” he says. His brace squeaks as he scoots closer to you.

You blow your nose loudly and turn back toward him. “We don’t have secrets, Anselm. Not from each other. What the fuck?”

He looks upset with himself. “That part of my life is like a dream, or a movie. It doesn’t feel real most of the time. Except, for these.”

Anselm raises his hand to touch the scars on his face and ear, down his neck. The air catches in your throat, like your pounding heart is keeping you from breathing.

“You’ve never really asked,” Anselm says with a small smile. “The fact that it’s never mattered to you is something I treasure deeply. It was selfish of me to treasure that feeling over telling you the truth.

“Claire cheated on me. Said she was in Paris, but really, she’d only traveled across town to see Nikolai, my cousin and my best friend. They’d been carrying on behind my back for some time.”

Your hand automatically finds Anselm’s. “Fucking jerks.”

Anselm smiles. “I agree.” He squeezes your hand back. “Gabriel had been more of an assistant, but his father was in charge of the family armory here in the states. I asked him to procure me a gun so that I could kill Nikolai.”

“The first person you ever killed was your best friend?” Despite how hurt you are, you still feel a wave of emotion for Anselm. He doesn’t make friends easily. Then again, maybe this story is why. Also, why he considers his useless cousins so disposable.

“No, actually, I shot him, but he lived,” Anselm says. “Gabriel finished the job.”

You tilt your head, doing some quick math. “Wouldn’t he have been like, a child? Um…”

“Anyway,” Anselm continues, “Claire was, understandably upset that I’d attempted to kill her lover. She stormed off as if she had the moral high ground. It didn’t occur to me to kill her. Now, I wouldn’t hesitate. But at the time, I was more concerned with my failure.”

“Your failure? None of that was your fault.”

“It was, my dear,” Anselm say with a sad look. “I didn’t truly love her. I hated that life, hated abiding by the law.”

You put your arm around him, your anger forgotten. “You were doing what you thought was right.”

“Yes, but I created quite a mess for myself. So, I had to create an even bigger one to get out of it. I set Lucien Vogelweide’s life on fire. Nikolai's body, the house, all up in flames. And unfortunately, myself as well. I saw it as penance for not being true to who I was. 

“When I got out of the hospital, Lucien had been declared dead. I decided to shut that part of my life away. Except for Gabriel. He's the only one who believes Lucien to be alive and thriving. Although, he's probably figured out the truth by now. But he was born discreet and logical. He can keep a secret, that one.”

You lean back in the seat. “Whenever I think you can’t possibly get any weirder.”

Anselm laughs. “I do test your limits. In every way. Am I forgiven, Birdie?”

You look at him suspiciously. “Give me a kiss and I’ll think about it.”

Anselm leans forward and gathers you in his arms, pressing his open mouth against yours hungrily. You hold onto the lapels of his jacket.

“You taste like a donut,” Anselm says. “You know, I’ve always thought the glaze to be rather like cum. Visually speaking.”

“Obviously.”

Anselm kisses you again.

You pull back after a few seconds. “Now all I can think about is you coming on my face.”

“I was thinking the reverse, but a moving vehicle is no place to 69.” Anselm kisses your neck. “And I don’t deserve your beautiful mouth on me after I’ve behaved so poorly.”

You pull him closer, and down over you as you lay back on the seat. Anselm’s brace squeaks as he bends his knee, using it as leverage to rock his hips against yours. He nips his teeth along your jaw, drags his beard along your skin.

You wrap your legs around his thighs, pushing against him, the cloth of your underwear and pants just enough friction to catch your clit. Anselm’s so hard it’s like rubbing yourself on solid rock.

“Let me,” Anselm tries to squeeze his hand between your bodies, but you pull him flush against you.

“No, stay like this,” you say, “harder.”

Anselm’s glasses drop slightly as he looks down at you. His gaze is intense, drinking in the way your lips part, the wrinkle in your brow, how your breath comes out in little pants.

He teases your nipple through your shirt. Twisting lightly as he cants his hips and you gasp, eyes rolling into the back of your head as you strain yourself toward him. The friction of his hard cock rubbing against you just right. The exact way you need to come.

You try to form words. Tell him not to stop. But it comes out a babbling mess. Anselm knows what you need, though, and keeps going. He buries his face in your neck and kisses you, shuddering.

“Fuck, fuck,” he says, mouthing at your neck, “I can’t- oh God, Birdie, you have to stop. If you rub your hot cunt on me a second longer, I- I-“

Anselm tenses. You keep your hips thrusting hard against his, moaning in his ear as you come down from your orgasm. You feel Anselm’s cock twitch, wetness that’s probably both of you, against your pants.

You squeeze your arms around him, encouraging him to lay his weight on you. It’s comforting for you, and for him. Your breathing syncs up, and you play your fingers through his curly hair.

“I haven’t done that since I was a teenager,” Anselm says.

“What? Dry hump in a car or come in your pants?”

“The car part. You know very well you’ve been the cause of many a ruined pair of pants.” He back away, kissing you quickly before retreating back to his side of the seat.

You smile, righting your clothes. “We should ask for a bulk discount at the dry cleaners. Or a punch card or something.”

You untuck your shirt, but it’s not long enough to cover the wet patch. Anselm doesn’t even bother. He lets his jacket fall open, the dark circle on his black pants on full display.

“A punch card?” He asks, face screwed up in confusion.

You reach out to smooth his curls back in place. “A customer loyalty card. Like, buy five gallons of milk get a tub of ice cream. Or, for you, it’s more like buy ten cases of ammo, get a pallet of bleach free.”

You rake your fingers through his beard.

“Thank you,” he says.

He holds your hands to keep you from fussing anymore. You know he feels your nervous energy, back again now that you remember what he’d told you about his past.

“I want you to know something very important,” Anselm says. He runs his thumb over your wedding ring. “I hadn’t thought about that woman for years, before you came into my life even. But her presence did linger. I thought I’d never marry. Probably never love anyone enough to share my life with them. Not many would accept me as I am. You were such a beautiful surprise. Continue to be so.”

“I love you, Anselm,” you say with a smile.

“I love you too,” he says, with great feeling.

He pulls you toward him so you can recline against his shoulder.

“Do you think I would’ve liked Lucien?” You ask.

“My dear Birdie, if you think you’re able to twirl me around your little finger, Lucien would have turned to dust in your presence. An absolute puppy on his hands and knees for a Goddess like yourself.”

You snuggle your hand under his jacket. “I’m glad our timing was right. Meeting now, I mean. I’ve never liked a push over. Or a cheater.”

*****

The next time you’re in the car, you’re in the passenger seat in front. Godzilla is driving you to your meeting.

Although, ‘meeting’ is probably the wrong word when the other party has no idea you’re coming.

Godzilla’s hands are slightly fidgety on the wheel. As loyal as he is to you, you’d asked him to straight-up lie if Anselm asked where you were going. You weren't sure he could do it, but it was good to know he was willing to try. But not really because he'd run outside and sat in the car until you were ready, to avoid talking to anyone.

You’d put on a black dress, slinky but conservative. A white trench coat. You’d thought about a colorful scarf and big sunglasses, but this isn’t about drama.

It’s about curiosity, and doing the right thing.

Godzilla had Claire’s address in less than thirty minutes after you’d come home from the donut shop. You were proud that you’d waited even a whole day before going to see her.

Anselm knows none of this.

Claire’s house is a large one-story in a nice neighborhood. She’d been married and divorced twice already. Cheated on both husbands.

She lives off her family’s money. Is on the board of a couple of her family’s companies, but as far as you can tell, she’s still the selfish, entitled jerk that had cheated on Anselm.

You slip on your black, leather gloves.

“Stay in the car, Godzilla.”

He unbuckles his seatbelt. “Ma’am, please let me go with you.”

You look at him. “If she tries anything, it’s a good excuse for me to fuck up her nose job. Stay here.”

“Yes ma’am.” He sinks back into the seat.

Claire answers the doorbell with a smile. As if she knows you. Probably because you have on expensive clothes and fancy perfume. Snob.

“I’m sorry, are you here about that charity thing? I promise it was a big misunderstanding,” she says, inviting you inside. “I’ll write you another check. It’ll clear this time.”

She laughs, high-pitched and fake. Annoying.

You smile, looking around her house, letting her lead you toward a sitting room that gets warm, morning light.

“Can I have my housekeeper make tea? I was just in Paris and brought back some lovely macarons.” She waves her hand vaguely at her housekeeper, who leaves quickly.

“You know, I’ve never been,” you say, sitting in a comfortable wingback chair across from Claire, on the sofa. “My husband hates Paris.”

She looks at you like you’re insane. “Who hates Paris? It’s cultured. The best shopping in the world. It’s so romantic, you must go.”

You nod. “Maybe soon. He has bad memories that I’m hoping to heal. His ex-girlfriend cheated on him.”

Claire’s face is all fake sympathy.

Your smile sharpens. “Said she was in Paris. She wasn’t. His cousin slash best friend was actually in her.”

Claire’s face freezes.

“I think you know my husband. Anselm Vogelweide.”

Her mouth parts in silent shock.

“Lucien is one of his middle names. The one you called him,” you say. 

She stumbles over her words, but manages to gather a shred of composure. “Wow, Lucien, that was a long time ago. I hope he’s well. I mean, I thought he was dead. But I guess he's alive. That's good? Right?”

She laughs nervously.

You think of the pain this woman has caused your Anselm. How she’d taken advantage of him at a time when he was, perhaps, a little lost. Still finding his place in the world.

That, despite everything working out in the end, Anselm had hurt so badly that he’d burned his entire life to ash, almost killing himself in the process.

That’s the part you can't forgive.

This woman had almost killed Anselm.

You unbutton your trench coat and take out your gun from the inside pocket.

Claire gasps.

“Stay right where you are,” you say, pointing it at her. “You have no idea how lucky you are, Claire. You’ve been living on borrowed time. My Anselm, the Anselm that’s true to himself, would do exactly what I’m about to do. I think he’s a little ashamed actually, that he didn’t kill you when he had the chance.”

You enjoy her panicked look. How she’d like to bolt, but knows you have the upper hand.

“He killed Nikolai,” she said. “I don’t want anything to do with Lucien. Anselm. Whoever the fuck he is. He’s a manic. Fucking murderer.”

She yells the last word at you, flinging it like some kind of rock, wrapped in morals and laws, straight at your face.

You don’t bat an eye, your gun steady on her. “The thing about your righteous anger, Claire, is that it only works if you and I see the world in the exact same way. If we share the same set of morals. We don’t. I think you’re a total piece of shit. Therefore, nothing you say matters to me.”

Tears well up in her eyes. Her words are shaky. “You’re just like him. Both of you. Crazy.”

“Thank you,” you say, smiling. You pause for a moment. “I’ve never killed anyone before.”

Claire’s eyes somehow get even bigger.

“Anselm does all the killing. He’s a gentleman like that. But he’s been helping me practice at the range in the basement. Usually we use pictures of fascists for targets. Are you a fascist, Claire?”

Her breath exhales in jerky puffs. “No, you crazy bitch. I’m not a fucking fascist.”

“Okay, no need to get angry.” You bring up the gun and look down the sight at her. Then you turn it. One side, then the other. “Anselm gave me this. See all these decorations? A little something for every person he shot with it. It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

You run your fingers over the smooth metal, down the grip. The beautiful bird that Anselm believes you to be.

“I love Anselm Vogelweide,” you say to Claire, your smile fading. “Beyond love, actually. Beyond reason.”

Claire holds up her hands, palms out. “It was like, a billion years ago. He’s moved on. Get over it. You don’t need to do this.”

You cock the gun and hold it back up, level with her lying, cheating face. “You have no idea the things that man has done for me. To keep me safe and happy. And I’m sure he’d agree, that I don’t need to do this. But I want to. You hurt him.”

Her face, still terrified, clouds with anger. “I hope you both rot in hell. I hope you’re both miserable. I hope you never get a happy ever after. You don’t deserve one.”

You tilt your head slightly, lining up the sight of your gun with her forehead. “Oh Claire. You really are a fucking idiot. This is the happily ever after.”

You pull the trigger. Once. Twice. A third time, just to be sure.

Godzilla bursts in the front door, seconds later, having heard the gunshots. He’s gobsmacked at seeing you, holding a gun and standing over a dead body slouched on the couch.

The housekeeper, who hated Claire with the burning fire of a thousand suns, is easily paid off. She even packs up the macarons for you to take home.

*****

You feel lighter than air as you walk in the front door. You want to hug everyone. You give all the bodyguards a macaron and a big smile.

If this is what Anselm feels whenever he shoots someone, you’re starting to understand the appeal.

You practically glide into Anselm’s office. He stands, face lighting up.

His suit jacket is off, slung over his chair. Two of his bodyguards are near the window, a table set up to clean the guns in the office. They nod to you.

“Someone had a good morning,” Anselm says. “You were away for a whole five hours without a word.”

“I’m sorry. A meeting I forgot to put on the calendar. Macaron?”

You walk around his desk and sit on on it, holding out the box.

Anselm, still smiling, looks at you like you’re a puzzle, all jumbled up for him to piece together.

“Birdie?” He says slowly.

You dig around in the box for one of the salted caramel ones. You pop it, whole, into your mouth and chew, relishing the crispy outside and creamy filling.

Anselm leans down and inhales the skin of your neck. He holds your arm, runs the tip of his nose down your shoulder and upper arm. Kisses your elbow.

He moves so fast to kiss your mouth that you drop the box of cookies on his desk. His lips are hard on yours, his teeth dig into your bottom lip. He breaks away with a deep breath.

“You smell like gunpowder,” he says, his face still pressed against yours.

“Like you said, I had a good morning.” You kiss him again, smiling.

You push him back, far enough so you can feed him a macaron from the box. Vanilla. You smell it as he bites down. An ironic flavor choice for Anselm, given he’s anything but.

“I did it,” you say. “You know how nervous I was about my first time. But it turns out, I just needed to find the right person.”

Anselm’s dark eyes are delighted, sparkly behind his yellow lenses.

You hug him, Anselm squeezing you back.

“I already had someone call the crew to get the jet ready. I feel like celebrating,” you say. “We’re going to Paris.”

Anselm doesn’t look nearly as excited anymore. “My dear, I would do anything for you. I’m surprised, though, that you’d want to celebrate in a city that I hate so much. So many bad memories.”

You cross your legs, pick the box of macarons back up. You shake it so the cookies rattle around and hold it out to the bodyguards.

“And what if,” you say, handing off the box to the biggest, hairiest one. 

“Share,” you tell him. He nods.

“What if,” you continue talking to Anselm, “I told you that your bad memories were in the past? And that we could make new ones. Just you and me. That whatever happened between you and Paris is dead. Very. Dead.”

Anselm is rarely speechless. He always has something funny or cutting, observant or naughty.

Now, though, his face looks almost… it’s kind of like Andre the robot during a maintenance cycle. Anselm’s face is neutral, a thin facade of a smile, but his brain is out to lunch somewhere.

It occurs to you that maybe, Anselm didn’t want Claire dead. Maybe he wasn’t as uncaring about the whole thing as he’d said.

You’re sure he doesn’t still love her, but what if he does? A sliver of himself still loves Claire.

He’s entitled, of course. You’ve never demanded he hand over his entire heart and soul over to you. But still. You thought he had. That he was completely yours.

Anselm and Birdie.

Was there still a part of Anselm, though, that thought about Lucien and Claire?

A cold pit of dread forms in your stomach. You lay your hand over it, almost nauseated. It’s your left hand. You stare down at your wedding ring.

Then, you feel Anselm kiss the top of your head. His hands are gentle on your arms.

His voice sounds thick, almost tearful. “You are a wonder, my dear. Never ceasing to amaze me.”

He pulls you closer, so you rest against his chest and he can lay his cheek on your head. “You’re not mad?” You ask.

Anselm laughs, pulling away to look at you. To your relief, he looks ecstatic. Still surprised, but he’s all smiles.

“Angry? I could never be angry at you,” he says. “No. I’m honored that you would do such a thing for me. The depths of my love for you, deeper and deeper.”

You bite your lip, face feeling warm. “I thought-“ You cut yourself off, not wanting to say it out loud.

Anselm tips your chin up so you look at him. “I don’t care about her. I didn’t even feel enough to find her and kill her myself. But the thought of you, jealous and hell bent on defending my honor? Well, my dear, I hope you’ve been doing your yoga exercises because I’m going to have you bent in every possible direction for a week and a half.”

Your anxiety melts away. Replaced by pure happiness, and that excitement you get between your legs when you feel Anselm’s gigantic erection. He’s pressed up against the side of your thigh. Turned on by the violence and your demonstration of love.

“I should shower and pack,” you say. “We can leave in an hour.”

“No, I need to get my hands on you now, while you still smell like this. Gunpowder and hot metal.” Anselm gently rocks himself against your leg. “You killed someone for me. I must bury my face in your delicious cunt for at least an hour to say thank you. And I bought one of those little vibrating things that basically attaches to your body. You're going to make my desk so wet, I'm going to smell you in it for the rest of my life."

His hands part your legs, already working your dress up around your thighs.

You shift your body toward the edge of his desk, Anselm already kissing his way down your body, pushing aside your underwear to touch your hot, sensitive skin.

“Whatever you want, Anselm.”

“You,” he says, sliding his body back up to kiss you on the lips. “I only ever want you.”

Paris will be wonderful. You just know it. The city of love. The perfect place to spend part of your happily ever after.

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Misunderstanding. Part 4.

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“Romanoff?” “Tony get your ass here Y/n is in danger” “What?” “Just get here!”

“Tony, is everything okay?” Bucky asks, noticing the worried look on Tony's face. “What did Natasha say?”

“Nat said they are in trouble, more like Y/n is in danger.” Tony replies.

“What happened?” Steve asks immediately, a bit of panic seeping into his voice, as he realized you and Natasha are in danger. “Where are you going? What’s going on?”

Few hours ago...

“Y/n talk to me” “Nat I'm fine”

“Come on!” she says, grasping your hand, pulling you along. “Let's just walk and talk...”

“Okay, fine…” you agree, letting her guide you along. As you two make your way down the sidewalk, Natasha pauses and turns to you, her expression serious. “Y/n, I know you well enough to know, you are thinking too much. Talk to me babe” You smile, happy at the fact that she knows you so well. “I should have told him, where I was being treated, I hid from him and lost him for good…”

“No, you did not lost him, ok? it was our decision for his own safety, hell we would have done it for Bucky too.” “He is freaking Captain America!!! Nat, he can take care of himself, even if we know it’s the other way around. If he wants to be with someone else, I won't stop him” “He loves you, you both are just going through a major misunderstanding…” “Nat I'm not perfect for him! He deserves someone perfect, like him...” you exclaimed, cutting her mid-sentence. “Did he told you that?” Nat snaps at you. “No…” you mumble, pouting at her, for snapping at you. She just rolls her eyes over your dramatics.

“Then don't jump to conclusions, stay on the ground before doing something stupid!” “Yeah, okay” you respond, feeling a bit tense as you anticipate her next move.

You stop walking, staring at her. Natasha is a smart woman, but god she had no patience for bullshits and over-reactions. But one thing is for sure, everything she says, is true and never ever argue with her.

 “Are you going to keep on staring or what?!” she asks not bothering to stop, or look at you. “Coming, god you can be scary at times!” you raised your hands up in surrender, as she raised her brows at you.

 After some few minutes of silence, you talk again, “So how are things with Bucky?” You can swear on anything, that you saw her blush and choke on air at the same time!

“What did you see or hear?” Nat asks, looking straight ahead, avoiding your gaze. You just smirk at her.

Before you could continue, a guy ran towards you both and pushed Nat in the alley. “What the hell?!” You yell as a man suddenly grabs Natasha and drags her into an alleyway, surprising you both. You quickly aimed your gun at him “Let her go, now!”

“What? Natasha who is with you?” The man holding her was looking in your direction, but not directly at you. “Hey, I said let her go!” You had a firm grip on the gun, ready to shoot, if required.

“Matt?” “What? Do you know him?” you ask her, not lowering the gun. “Y/n, I know him, put the gun down.” “What, are you sure?” Natasha nods and you put your gun back down in your pocket.

The guy name Matt, lets her go and gives a sheepish smile to Nat. “Matt what are you doing here?” she asks him. “I need your help…and” “Wait, how did you know it was me?” you furrow your brows in confusion at her question. “Your perfume that's how I knew you were near…” he answers rubbing the back of his neck. “Wait her perfume? Who and what are you?” you ask looking at him with utter confusion, almost feeling like a third wheel.

“I’m a very good lawyer and you are? He smirks. “Assassin!” you answer proudly.

Nat rolls her eyes, at your antics. “Y/n wait, this is Matt, DD, remember I had told you? and Matt this Y/n fellow avenger and…”  “That's him!” you ask cutting her mid-sentence, “The blind kickass vigilante?” you ask, totally surprise to meet the infamous lawyer finally. “Sorry by the way…” you say quickly, realising you are going ahead in your fan zone.

“It's ok.” he tells you with a smile, before turning to Nat, “You told her about me?” getting serious. “Yes she is my best friend, I tell her everything.” Nat replies with a smirk and a proud smile. “Since when did you started to make friends?” Matt asks in disbelief. “Does not matter to you…” Nat scoffs. “Yeah right!” Matt raises his eyebrows, running a hand through his silky hair.

You shake your head, getting some control over your fan crush, for the man wearing red tinted glasses.

“Umm...sorry to interrupt the reunion, but I supposed he wants your help with something?” you remind them.  “Yes, right thank you, come this way...” Matt smiles at you, gesturing you and Nat to follow him.

“Not to sound rude, where are we supposed to go and why?” Nat asks in a stern voice, getting serious now. “I was on my way for work, I heard some guys talk about planting a bomb, somewhere here and if my senses are right, that bomb is there. Right at the end of the alley, inside that abandon building” He replies with a serious tone.

“How did you know its abandon?” you ask getting curious.  “Senses” both Nat and Matt reply in unison. “Sorry…” you shrug, not sure whether you offended him or both.

As you three enter the building, you split. With Nat searching the ground floor, you and Matt start looking on the first floor. Most of the walls were collapsed, debris fallen everywhere.

Out of instinct, you helped Matt to walk, making sure he didn’t fall or stumble on anything.

“Sorry, I know you are a vigilante and can take care of yourself, I…”, Matt smiles cutting you off “It’s really nice of you to help me. Yes, I like to be independent, but you helped me out of instinct not because of pity. And I don’t mind a beautiful girl like you, helping me.” He smiles, offering you his arm, which you accept with a red face.

“You are blushing” “No, I'm not...” you bite your lip to hide the smile forming on your lips. “I can hear your heartbeats” he tells you, laughing softly. “Your senses are very admirable…” you smile. “Thank you.”

You both kept looking, from one room to another, before finally entering the last room.

“I don't feel right about this room…” Matt says, getting bit tensed. “Your senses acting up?” you tease, to lighten the mood. Matt laughs heartedly, he looks so cute, “No I think it's in here…” “Well let's keep on looking, or else you might need to get your senses checked. Tony and Bruce can help you.”

“Tony will kill me…” Matt says, as he starts looking around, by poking his stick. “You know him?” you ask, looking in one of the boxes piled up.

“Yes, long story for another day…” he says still looking. “Asking me out already?” You ask, coming to his side. “I don't mind, do you?”

Before you could answer, Matt's pokes a box and it falls on the ground with a loud thud. The box was full of bricks, Matt asks you, what the noise was and you answer, “Bricks. Why keep a box full of bricks?” “Yes, everything here is empty, except for this box…”

“Shit” you both say in unison and look at the place where the box was before. There was the bomb. The weight of bricks, had kept it off. Wires were connected to a box with code pad.

Without a second thought, you both sat on the bomb with half asses.

“Y/n, what are you doing?” “Keeping the bomb off, what are you doing?” “This is no time for being funny, get off now” “If either of us gets off, we are gonna die. The bomb has stopped under our shared weight…”

Some minutes later, Nat comes up looking for you both.

“Guys did you find anything?” She sees you two sitting together and she raises her brow. “Yes we did…” you answer. “What? where is it?” “You are looking at it!” this time Matt answers with anger evident on his face. Seriously why are people snapping today?

Matt explains everything to Natasha. She tries to defuse the bomb, but is unsuccessful. With no other option she texts and calls Tony. 

“Tony is on his way.” Nat tells you both, with a hopeful smile. “Now we wait…” you say sarcastically, to which Nat gives you a smile and Matt is still angry.

Nat makes herself a seat, using few of the empty boxes and sits comfortably.

“Matty smile…” Nat jokes and you try to suppress a laugh, while Matt just ignores you two.

“You know… whatever happens or may not happen… can you try to be less grumpy and smile? You look cute when you smile...” you tease Matt, even though you can see the corners of his lips turning into a smile, he stills acts angry.

“Why did you?” “Why did you?” You both ask each other the same question.

Matt remains quiet and you answer his question, “Matt I have fought worst people, aliens, heck gods and robots. This bomb is nothing.”

Matt was about to say something, but you don’t let him speak, “Don't blame yourself. Even if you had not asked for our help, I still would have been in danger, in some other mission. My job comes with danger, so there's no escaping it. I trust Nat, Tony and everyone else. Nothing will happen to us, Matt.”

Matt starts to relax a bit, “You are good with words…” “Thank you.” “She is good in lots of ways…” Nat winks at you and you give her a ‘what are you trying to do?’ look. “Is that so?” Matt chimes in. “Don't tell me, his senses pick that up?” you laugh.

Back at the compound...

“Come on, metal man, we have to go now!” Tony says, his voice a mix of urgency and concern. “Don't call me that” Bucky warns him. “Are you coming or not?” Tony asks with a raised brow. “I'm coming, they both need us.” 

“Tony wait, I'm coming with you.” Steve tells him. “Steve, please...” Tony replies, clearly feeling torn between wanting to have Steve with him, and knowing that he doesn't want to risk another fight breaking out. “I need you to watch the compound, in case we need anything, I’ll let you know. Trust me on this.” “No, let Bucky stay; I have to come please…” Steve begs and Tony's resolve wavers, as he sees the desperation in Steve's eyes.

“Fine suit up.”

“No! She needs me, not Captain America.” 

A/N: Seriously Charlie Cox is so cute and hot..!

(Comment, feedbacks and reblog are highly appreciated. I hope you all enjoy.)

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[sosa2imagines]

Yours, ours, mine.

Imagine you are Bucky's wife. Steve has retired. He came back, after returning the stones. He gave Sam the shield. Steve lives with you and Bucky.

The more Steve sees you and Bucky, the more he pictures such life for himself. He fucks around with random girls. But all he can imagine is your face. Moaning your name, everytime he comes.

You roam freely in the house, having no clue about Steve's fascination with you.

He has set a camera in your bedroom. He jerks himself to the sight, of you and Bucky having sex. He is obsessed with your curves and figure. He loves seeing you naked.

When Bucky is out for work, Steve gets all touchy with you. You try to maintain distance. So he comes with a solution. He adds sleeping pills in your tea. Once you are knocked out, he sleeps next to you. Gently undresses you. Paying extra attention to your pussy, sucking your breasts like his life depends on them. Hands exploring your body, like he is worshipping you.

But he wants more. He wants to be balls deep buried in you.

He starts to gaslight Bucky. Picking up on his insecurities. "What if she gets bored of being alone for months, when you are out on missions?", "what about her needs?", "what if she finds someone else?".

Bucky pleads to him to stop. Steve assures him, he'll take care of you. Steve makes Bucky say that "Bucky himself is okay with Steve taking care of your his needs."

Bucky leaves for the mission happily, relieved his best friend will take care of you.

Steve is happy, to finally make you his.

You have no clue about this.

(Should I write about this?)

[sosa2imagines]

Thank you so much!!! ❤️

My Darlin'

Warnings- Dark Bucky, dubcon, forcing, manipulation, forced/manipulated kissing and touching.

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It was a dark and gloomy night, you and your best friend Kate, were driving home through an isolated road. After a long day at work, you just wanted to get home and relax. However, as Kate was driving, you heard a loud bang and suddenly felt the vehicle shaking. The tire had punctured. You and Kate, got down and tried to remove the tire, but you didn't have a spare one. They both stood staring at each other, not sure of what to do next.

Just then, they saw a house by the side of the road. "Look, a house! Let's see if someone lives there, who could help us!" Kate said. "Yes, I do not think it would be a good idea to wait here alone in the dark. Let's hope they are welcoming and helpful." You replied.

The house looked old and dilapidated, but they were desperate and took a risk. They went up to the house and knocked on the door, hoping that someone would be home.

The door swung open, revealing a handsome man. He was a tall, imposing figure with a dark, brooding expression, wearing a long sleeve Henley and gloves. His eyes were hard and sharp, and he seemed like he was expecting them. He looked at them both, and said, "What do you need?"

You and Kate gave each other a look, you both knew it is not wise to judge people by their appearance, maybe he is really friendly. Either way, you both are in a situation and don't think you can get out of it, without talking to him.

Kate was quick to explain him, the car situation. As Bucky listened to her explain, he couldn't help feeling drawn to you. Your beauty, innocence, and gentle nature were irresistible to him. He couldn't take his eyes off you. You could feel his intense stare, making you uncomfortable. Kate quickly noticed your discomfort and grew frustrated with Bucky's behavior.

"Stop staring at her," Kate said, "she obviously doesn't like it."

As Kate said these words, Bucky felt a deep sense of satisfaction and amusement in making you uncomfortable. He was enjoying your discomfort, and was eager to keep staring, almost daring you to challenge him further.

Bucky was enjoying the feeling of having power over you. He kept staring, and you felt more and more uneasy as he continued. You had never felt such intense gaze before, and it made you feel, vulnerable and exposed. You felt your heartbeat increase, you wanted to turn away from his gaze, but felt like you couldn't break the connection even if you wanted to.

Feeling nervous and exposed under Bucky's gaze, you mustered the courage to speak. “Can you please help us?” you tried to speak with a confident tone, but your voice trembled ever so slightly.

Bucky smiled at your attempt to act confident. He was amused by your nervous trembled voice, and enjoyed your awkward gesture to speak confidently. He responded, “Of course darlin’ I’ll help ya. But I have a condition.”

"What is your condition?" you asked politely, trying to hide your nervousness and discomfort.

Bucky leaned closer to you, with a smile that exuded sinister intent. He leaned in so close that it made your skin crawl and you felt an intense sense of discomfort. "You have to be my girlfriend," Bucky said seductively, "then I will help you out."

You were shocked by Bucky's condition, and felt a mix of disgust and fear. You immediately pulled back and took a step away from him. You had no desire to be Bucky's girlfriend, and you found his offer insulting and offensive.

"Wait, are you serious?" Kate stepped forward and placed a protective hand on your shoulder. She was surprised and outraged by Bucky's offer, and she felt disgusted at his audacity. She was also horrified by the way he had lean in and come so close to you, it reminded her of a predator.

"Yes, I am serious," Bucky said with a sinister grin. His eyes twinkled with delight, and his voice dripped with sensual intent. "If you want me to help with the flat tire, you must be my girlfriend."

"That's outrageous!" Kate shouted angrily. She was appalled at the way Bucky was treating you, and she was offended at the implication that her friend was being objectified and reduced to nothing more than a prize to be won.

"Calm down, calm down," Bucky said sarcastically. He laughed at Kate’s protective reaction, and seemed unfazed by her outrage. "I was just joking, I'll help you with the flat tire without any conditions. I was just messing around."

"It's not funny!" Kate snapped. She was livid at the way Bucky had treated them both, and he was not making her feel better by dismissing their emotions. She was even more outraged by the way he was trying to act like it was just a joke, and that she was overreacting.

Bucky chuckled at your and Kate's reaction, and then nodded briefly. "Okay then, let's get the tire changed." Bucky smiles and nods, and motions for them to follow him. As he walks, he subtly looks at you a few times. He is quite interested.

As you follow him, you whisper to Kate, “Are you sure this is a good idea? This guy looks like he has some dark intentions on his mind..." Before Kate could reply Bucky speaks “Let's hurry, the sooner we get it done, the better."

Bucky, leads them into the basement. The room is very large, but dark and creepy. There is a single dim light in the corner of the room that provides minimal lighting.

"Here we are, I will get my tools." Bucky tells them.

The surroundings were quite eerie, as you were looking around, you saw something shine in his pocket, upon further focus, your gaze fell on the gun in Bucky's pocket. You had a feeling that he wasn't as harmless as he seemed. You quickly grabbed Kate and motioned her towards the door. They slowly backed out of the door, and Bucky caught the movement.

"Where do you think you're going?" Bucky asked mockingly. He stood in front of the door, blocking the exit and looking down at the two women with a smirk on his face.

“We…we..we were just going to wait outside for you near the car” you tell him in fear.

He glanced at you both and sighed. "You were just trying to leave without my permission, weren't you?"

"We weren't trying to leave, we...we just wanted to..." Kate fumbled with her words, feeling embarrassed and intimidated by Bucky's presence. She didn't want to come off as a coward, but she also felt nervous about being caught in a room alone with him.

Bucky laughed at their flustered reaction. He saw the fear in their eyes, and enjoyed the feeling of making them feel anxious. He slowly walked up to them, and towered over them in intimidating manner.

 "You thought you could leave and get away from me?" Bucky said, his voice dripping with seduction. He was close enough that he could see the girls' faces clearly, and he could smell their scent. He was delighted by their fear and discomfort, and his desire for them was growing stronger by the moment.

“Now I have to charge you for being disrespectful towards me.” Bucky laughed as he moved and walked to fix the car. As he was working, his eyes were quickly scanning up and down your body and lingering where they shouldn't. Bucky chuckled looking at you, "Okay then, let's get the tire changed." He pulled out a jack from his toolbox. With practiced efficiency he began to remove the tire from the car, working quickly and efficiently with little effort. His eyes drifting away yet again to look at you, up and down some more, this time a little less subtly.

He was quick to fix the car. But even quicker to grab your arm. “Now let’s talk about my charge.” He smiled.

“How much do you want?” Kate asks, opening her purse to pay him. Bucky smirks proudly, “80$”. Your jaw dropped wide open. 80$? Are you crazy? You snapped, trying to pull your arm away. Only for him to make his grip tighter.

“Either pay me or?” “Or what?” you ask nervously.

Bucky leans closer “You become my girlfriend.” You are getting more and more scared of the situation. Kate is trying her best to keep her emotions calm, but is struggling. You try to get his hand off you, but his grip is very tight.

"Stop it. I'm not interested in you. You need to leave me alone, please...." you plead. Bucky doesn't seem to recognize your refusal. He continues to hold you tightly and leans in towards you. "You may not be looking for a relationship, but I'm sure you will agree to some fun anyways. Let's go have some fun, alone. You'll enjoy the time we spend together, I guarantee it."

Bucky seems to get more and more insistent for you to agree to a relationship with him. Now he is offering two options either let him do whatever he wants with you, or give him money instead. He leans in towards you and whispers, "You can either let me do what I want with you, or pay me. Make a decision now, or I'll just take you by force."

“Can you please let go of my hand, I need to check my wallet.” Bucky subtly takes your wallet from you. “Ah only cards and few dollars” He announces proudly.

“We can pay you through app.” Kate suggests. But Bucky refuses.

Bucky laughs at this. "I don't want your cards and apps, I want cash. You're lucky I am even offering you this option. Just accept my offer, or I'll have to take her by force."

He continues to grip your arm, now getting slightly closer than before.

“Okay okay, is there any ATM nearby?” Kate asks frantically. Bucky thinks for a moment, and thinks of an easy way to get free cash from them.

"Yes, there is an ATM just down the road. If you can get me 80$ cash, we can sort this whole thing out. I have a strong feeling you won't come back with the cash, though." “You got to trust us.” You tell him politely. “No darlin’, you are going to stay here with me, till your friend is back with the cash.” "Okay, fair enough. Just take your hands off me now.” You tell him. Bucky removes his hands, but remains close to you.  

Kate is not sure about leaving you alone, but having no other option she agrees to go and get the cash. Promising you to be back as soon as possible.

As Kate leaves, Bucky turns back to you and laughs softly. "It seems your friend has left," he said seductively. "Now it's just you and me, all alone."

"What do you want with me?" you ask nervously, feeling uneasy being alone with Bucky. You could sense his intention, and felt uncomfortable with his sudden attention.

"I want you to be my girlfriend." Bucky answered, his tone dripping with a sensual intent. He was enjoying the way your fear of him was making you quiver and shake in his presence. He continued to inch closer toward, invading your personal space and feeling no shame. "I'm not going to be your girlfriend!" you protested. You started to become frantic and stepped back to get away from his grasp, but he simply kept inching closer.

"Why not?" Bucky asked, his tone becoming more coercive and demanding. He continued to inch closer, as if he was trying to trap you against the wall. The fear in your eyes turned him on even more.

"Look, I'm sure you are a nice person. But I'm not interested in any sort of relationship right now.” You tried to explain.

Bucky was getting furious at your rejection, and his face darkens. "You think you can just reject me like that? You think you're so much better than me?"

"No, that's not what I'm saying. It's just that I'm not looking for a relationship or anything like that right now." You tried hard to explain it to him.

Bucky seems furious that you are not willing to go along with what he wants.

"You are a pretty girl, you can't just turn me down like that. Let's have some fun, you know you want to. You have beautiful eyes. You are a very gorgeous, I can see why I am attracted to you."

You are shocked by the compliment, but remain cautious since he seems very dangerous. "Thank you for the compliment, but it is not going to change my answer. I'm not interested in a relationship right now. Plus, my friend will be back with the cash to pay you shortly."

Bucky lets out a big laugh, "An hour is quite a lot of time, don't you think? We will have so much time to talk about things. To get to know each other, do something. Don't you find that exciting?"

Your eyes widen in fear as you realize that he had tricked you and Kate.

Your voice was a whisper in shock, "You lied about the distance, didn't you? You tricked us to get me out here all alone with you."

"I sure did. Now that we're out here, away from anyone else, you'll have to do what I want. Or I will take you by force. Your choice." He smiles.

You are scared by this revelation. Your breath is heavy, you feel like you could cry. "What do you mean by 'take me by force?' Are you going to hurt me?"

"I don't want to hurt you, but I can be forceful if you're not... Receptive. I'm a lonely man, you know. I haven't had any company in years, and I would really like that to change. You could make a different choice..." he tells you calmly.

Your mouth is dry, and you shudder at the thought of him being forceful. "Well, what choice do you mean? I've already told you, I'm not interested in a relationship right now..."

"Yes, but you're also in a situation where you could change your mind, at least for one evening, that is." He offers.

You can feel your heart is beating very fast. “Why do you have a gun?”

"This gun?” He removes it from his pocket to show you, “I'm allowed to carry it, I have a permit for it. I would never do anything bad with it, but you should know... It could be used if I'm not happy with anything you do."

Bucky leans in closer to you and whispers, "The last time someone didn't listen to me... It didn't end well." A chill goes up your spine, as you wonder, what he did to the last person and whether he might do it to you too. You nod, afraid to anger him further.

"I can't keep my eyes off of you. Your lips are so soft and delicate, just begging for mine..."

Your breath catches and you feel like you are going to faint.

"You can look around all you want, but there's no one here but me. You're out here in the middle of nowhere with me, and there's no one to help you." He laughs.

 "Those lips of yours are really distracting me. I can tell you know how to use them, they look like they are made for one thing..."

"Please, I'm really not interested in you like that. I'll even pay you whatever you need. Just, uh, please, just stop."

Bucky laughs as he sees your fear. "I know what would make you more inclined to do what I want. I can give you a small taste right now, and if you like it, then I'm sure you'll change your mind about having some fun tonight."

You are shaking, and your mind is spinning. You don’t know how to react, and not sure if you would be able to make a run for it.

"You really should listen to me, you're so much weaker than I am. But I can protect you, if you let me... Your life could go on without any worries at all, as long as you let me have some fun with you tonight."

Your throat is dry and afraid to respond. You are shaking with fear, and do not know what to say.

He grabs you by the shoulder, "You know what I want from you, don't you? I want you. And you know you want me, I can see it in your eyes. Just let me have you for this one night, it won't hurt anyone, I'm sure. I am going to get what I want from you, one way or another."

Bucky's grin remained plastered across his face as he leaned forward. His breath smelled of liquor as he spoke, his voice low and soothing. You could feel the air of his hot breath. "Don't try to fight me, just accept it. It will all be over a lot more quickly for everyone if you just let me have my fun with you. It'll be enjoyable, and nobody has to get hurt."

Bucky takes your face in his hands, and forcibly pulls you towards him. He holds your face tightly, his eyes staring directly into yours.

"You are a beautiful girl, and I deserve a kiss from you as a reward for letting you stay here. Give me a kiss, now."

The fear grows in your eyes, as you can't move your face away from him. Bucky is grabbing your face tightly, and holds you in place forcefully without letting you move away from him.

He lets out a low chuckle and smiles at you, clearly amused by your fear and that he had the upper hand in this situation. He ran a finger beneath your chin and you shivered from the coldness of his touch despite the heat of his breath.

"Kiss me now. We both know you want to, you're trying to play the whole innocent card all for the act but I see right through it, darlin' "

You try to shake your head, but Bucky doesn't let you. He pulls you towards him, closer than before, and leans his head close to yours.

The smell of liquor seemed to get stronger the more he closed the gap. That same damn grin remained on his face as he kept edging closer until his voice was almost in your ear.

"You're too pretty to be wasting away your time alone. You a whore? You got a boyfriend?" “No I'm not! You shout at him and he laughs in your face

"So much denial in such a pretty little package. Just let me feel your lips, that's all I'm asking for...What do ya say?" He asks with a hint of excitement, his breath still heavy against your skin and his eyes locking in on your lips. His breath was hot and smelly as he waited for an answer, holding back the urge to force himself on you.

“A kiss is never just a kiss” you voice is barely a whisper. 

A wry smile creeps across his face as he leans still closer to you. Your fear was obvious now and he had you right where he wanted.

"Just a nice lil kiss. Come on now... just to show me ya appreciate me looking after ya. What do ya say girlie?”

“Okay...” You don't know what made you say yes, the fact that you are scared of him or the way he is so confident with you.

"That's a good girl....I'm going to make you feel what no other man can. I'm going to show you a whole new world... You're just going to relax now, and you're just gonna tilt that little head of yours towards mine.. and then we're gonna kiss. Okay?"   You nod, not knowing what to do and Bucky now kisses you aggressively, pressing his mouth against yours forcefully with his tongue. Your eyes are closed and your breath is heavy, as you continue trying to resist and pull away from him. However, you feel completely helpless against his strength.

"That's a good girl. I knew you couldn't refuse me a simple kiss...”

He grabs the sides of your face, and pulls you even closer, letting his tongue explore your r mouth.

You whimper in fear, as you feel his hand wander down your body, Bucky laughs at your reaction. His hand continues to explore your body, as he continues to kiss you.

"I think you're enjoying this a little more than you let on... Don't be shy, you can give into me. I want to play with you more..."

As his hands keeping roaming, you are both terrified and aroused by his advances, not knowing what to do. You try to resist it, but your body can't stop reacting to his touches.

Bucky notices this reaction and seems to relish it. He grabs you by the waist and pulls you even closer against him.

"Don't try to fight it, I see how much you're enjoying this. I'll let you enjoy it some more if you let me continue..."

Your breath is heavy and your eyes are closed tightly. You can't fight him off anymore. You let out a soft whimper as he bites your neck. You feel like there's nothing you can do in this situation, and simply let him mark his claim. You find yourself enjoying it, and the fear is mixed with feeling of arousal.

"Good girl, you're enjoying this, aren't you? I can see this is making you want more..." His teeth graze your neck, leaving a faint bite mark.

You felt his lips touch yours and your body trembled. Your breath hitched as you began to kiss back, your body going weak and your heart beating out of your chest. Lost in that moment your mind had turned into a blank slate. They were so close their lips met and her hands grasped onto the back of his neck.

As the kiss deepened, his hand started to roam freely, groping your breast. Bucky notices Kate approaching, and immediately lets go of you muttering profanities but not before squeezing your boob again. You were speechless not able to make any sense. 

He watches Kate approach, and realizes his actions have failed. He stares down at you, feeling angry that Kate has interrupted his plans.

He speaks to Kate in a demanding and insistent way. "So, you've finally come back with the cash to pay me. This girl here must have a kind friend, to want to pay for her so much."

Kate hands him the money, avoiding eye contact with Bucky. This annoys him, but he can't do anything about it from here.

Bucky nods at her, accepting the money, but he still doesn't like his plan being disrupted. Bucky takes the money and counts it, in front of them both.

He smiles at Kate, but still feels some anger from the disturbance. "I'm glad you came back with the money. I wouldn't have wanted to have to get forceful just yet, but if you hadn't have come back, I would have had to. That girl would surely have wanted more from me, if she had seen more of what I could do."

 You think about how weak you were against his advances. His words and touches made you feel such a mix of fear, arousal and weakness. You cannot believe yourself, horrified at your reaction towards him, but can't stop thinking about it.

Bucky looks at you and smiles. "Now that I've been paid, I assume you're going to leave."

He glances at you in a suggestive way, as if implying that he and she will meet again soon.

What you don’t know is, when Bucky had taken your wallet, he subtly took out your id that had your address and number.

He smiles at you, and whispers, "I'll see you again soon. I can tell you want more..."

Bucky laughs and leaves, his anger still simmering, but determined to see you again very soon.

Kate sees the fear and shame in your eyes, and becomes concerned. She can't help but notice that Bucky's eyes were wandering around you, and she's noticed the bite mark on your neck.

"Did something happen? I saw how he was looking at you, and your bite mark on your neck... did something happen while I was away?" she asks cautiously.

You were about to tell he that nothing happened, but you notice Kate already has figured out what happened.

"He just kissed me, it's not a big deal. It's not like it was forced or anything... I am sure he wasn't going to do anything else. I am fine, I promise."

Kate hugs you and assures you.

"It's alright hun, everything is fine. You did nothing wrong. It's him who did something wrong, he never should have acted like that. You can tell me as much or as little as you want to. I'm just glad that you're okay, and that he didn't actually do anything to you."

"Please, let's go home."

Bucky watches them from his window, feeling anger and resentment that he didn't get to do more. He is disappointed that his plans were interrupted, and determined to make up for that loss, and see you again as soon as possible.

You stare out of the window, not saying anything, and feeling a sense of mixed emotions. You find yourself unable to get Bucky's face out of your head, thinking about how he made you feel. It was all a bit intimidating and frightening, but you can't lie to yourself, feeling a sense of arousal from it in hindsight.

You can't stop from thinking about the touches and kisses from him. Disgusted, feeling guilty that you are turned on by the encounters.

You feel the texture and pain from his bite mark, and feels a sense of guilt in how it makes you feel.

A week later after the incident………

You are back to your normal routine. Getting dressed for work, feeling like your mind is on autopilot. You think about the events the whole time, and can't stop feeling a mix of shame and arousal over what happened.

You are going about your normal routine, unaware that someone is watching you.

Someone knocks on your door. And when you open it you can’t stop from being nervous, scared and aroused?

[sosa2imagines]

Thanks for the reblog. ❤️

Yours, ours, mine.

Imagine you are Bucky's wife. Steve has retired. He came back, after returning the stones. He gave Sam the shield. Steve lives with you and Bucky.

The more Steve sees you and Bucky, the more he pictures such life for himself. He fucks around with random girls. But all he can imagine is your face. Moaning your name, everytime he comes.

You roam freely in the house, having no clue about Steve's fascination with you.

He has set a camera in your bedroom. He jerks himself to the sight, of you and Bucky having sex. He is obsessed with your curves and figure. He loves seeing you naked.

When Bucky is out for work, Steve gets all touchy with you. You try to maintain distance. So he comes with a solution. He adds sleeping pills in your tea. Once you are knocked out, he sleeps next to you. Gently undresses you. Paying extra attention to your pussy, sucking your breasts like his life depends on them. Hands exploring your body, like he is worshipping you.

But he wants more. He wants to be balls deep buried in you.

He starts to gaslight Bucky. Picking up on his insecurities. "What if she gets bored of being alone for months, when you are out on missions?", "what about her needs?", "what if she finds someone else?".

Bucky pleads to him to stop. Steve assures him, he'll take care of you. Steve makes Bucky say that "Bucky himself is okay with Steve taking care of your his needs."

Bucky leaves for the mission happily, relieved his best friend will take care of you.

Steve is happy, to finally make you his.

You have no clue about this.

(Should I write about this?)

[sosa2imagines]

😅

Yours, ours, mine.

Imagine you are Bucky's wife. Steve has retired. He came back, after returning the stones. He gave Sam the shield. Steve lives with you and Bucky.

The more Steve sees you and Bucky, the more he pictures such life for himself. He fucks around with random girls. But all he can imagine is your face. Moaning your name, everytime he comes.

You roam freely in the house, having no clue about Steve's fascination with you.

He has set a camera in your bedroom. He jerks himself to the sight, of you and Bucky having sex. He is obsessed with your curves and figure. He loves seeing you naked.

When Bucky is out for work, Steve gets all touchy with you. You try to maintain distance. So he comes with a solution. He adds sleeping pills in your tea. Once you are knocked out, he sleeps next to you. Gently undresses you. Paying extra attention to your pussy, sucking your breasts like his life depends on them. Hands exploring your body, like he is worshipping you.

But he wants more. He wants to be balls deep buried in you.

He starts to gaslight Bucky. Picking up on his insecurities. "What if she gets bored of being alone for months, when you are out on missions?", "what about her needs?", "what if she finds someone else?".

Bucky pleads to him to stop. Steve assures him, he'll take care of you. Steve makes Bucky say that "Bucky himself is okay with Steve taking care of your his needs."

Bucky leaves for the mission happily, relieved his best friend will take care of you.

Steve is happy, to finally make you his.

You have no clue about this.

(Should I write about this?)

[sosa2imagines]

Steve is lucky, Thor was not there. And of course I'll tag you. ☺️

Misunderstanding. Part 3.

Warnings- Angst, misunderstandings, both being idiots. -----------------------------------------------------

You hardly slept. But you know, you had to get up, before anyone sees you in the lounge, sleeping in the party gown and messed up make up.

You quietly went inside your shared room. Steve was thankfully sleeping like a baby; his innocent face was warming your heart. But at the same time whatever happened yesterday, followed by the party was breaking you.

You removed his socks and shoes, unbuckled his belt and opened top three buttons of his shirt, pulling the covers on him. You wanted to kiss his forehead, but decided against it. Laurie is beautiful not you. You went for a quick shower, thankfully Steve was still asleep. You got ready and went for breakfast, only to be greeted by Nat and Wanda.

“Good morning sexy” Nat smile. “Good morning Nat, Wanda” you greet. “Good morning, ooh someone was naughty last night.” Wanda teases. “What you mean?” you ask in confusion. “We can see the love mark silly.” she chuckles, you give her a soft smile, instead of replying. “Cap gone crazy drinking asgardian special?” Nat raises her eyebrows biting her lower lip. “Yeah something like that...” you tell them, turning around to avoid looking at them.

But who can fool a kickass assassin and a mind reader?

“Y/n what's wrong?” Nat asks turning you around to face them. “Nothing, just a stupid argument, nothing big really.” You half lie, half-truth answer her.

“Is that so kid?” Tony asks from behind, making you jump, being caught off guard “Jesus Tony you scared me…” you tell placing a hand on your heart.

Nat puts her hand on your shoulder and asks again “What's wrong Y/n? you know you cannot lie, even if your life depends on it.” “Told you, just a stupid argument…” suddenly Wanda gasp out loud.

Wanda had taken the liberty to read your mind.

“Wanda stop reading my mind, please…” you beg her, as your eyes well up. Wanda was already crying, feeling your pain. Nat rushes to her, while Tony stands next to you, thinking he knows everything, except for the fact, he does not know what happened, after you and Thor left him to deal with Erik. 

“Wanda tell me, what is she hiding?” Nat asks. Wanda just embraces you in a tight hug, while Nat and Tony exchange a look.

Meanwhile Bucky comes in the kitchen, looking for Steve for their workouts, but stops in his tracks seeing all of you. “Hey anything wrong? And has anyone seen Steve?” Bucky asks, furrowing his eyes, looking at each one of you. “He is still sleeping.” you reply. “What? He never sleeps still so late.” Bucky states.

“That's because he is an idiot!” Wanda tells in a stern voice, making everyone, except you, confuse. Bucky obviously don't know anything, he asks Wanda, why she thinks Steve is an idiot, and she looks at you to tell them. But seeing your state, she tells them everything from your arrival to Erik attacking you, to Steve kissing Laurie and finally the argument, him assuming, you cheating on him with Thor.

“That son of…” Tony was about to name call Steve, when you stopped him, “Tony no, please don't” you plead. “How can you defend him Y/n?” Tony asks, looking at you worriedly. “Tony is right, that punk has no right to treat you like this!” Bucky says, agreeing with Tony. “Bucky, he was drunk, not even in his senses…” “That does not mean, he can kiss someone else, without knowing the damn truth” Nat tells you.

You know, somewhere they all had a point, how much can you cover, what’s going on between Steve and you?

 Not knowing what else to say, you leave the kitchen and decide to go outside for a stroll.

Nat notices you leaving, she quickly stops you, “Y/n wait, let’s go together, out for a walk.” You nod and tell her, to meet you outside while you go and grab your wallet.

As soon as you leave, Wanda tells them about, your insecurity towards your scar, and Steve calling Laurie beautiful.

“Wanda please, hit him extra hard on behalf of me.” With that request, Nat leaves and you two go out for a stroll.

Some minutes later, Steve enters the kitchen only to be greeted by a slap from Tony, getting shoved to the wall by Bucky and lots of books thrown at him by Wanda.

 Angry, Steve yells at them “What is wrong with you all?” “What’s wrong with us? What is wrong with you, old man?” Tony yells. “What do you want Tony?” Steve asks, his hangover making him feel irritated.

“What did you do to Y/n?” Tony asks. “I did nothing to her” Steve tells. “Oh yeah where is she?” Tony asks again. “I don't know must be with Thor” Steve mumbles, but everyone heard him.

Wanda throws more books at him, “You idiot she is out with Natasha, what the hell is wrong with you?” “She's out with Nat? Fine! But she is meeting him today and stop throwing all the books at me!” Steve whines, caressing his own head. “I read her mind and I know the truth, which you are obviously clueless about!”

“What are you talking about? Buck did you come to my room?” “No I did not.” Bucky barks and Steve just glares at him.

“Who helped me then?” Steve asks, getting impatient.

“Oh my god, you are so dumb! Even after being out of the ice, your brain is still half frozen!” Tony screams at him. “Why am I dumb?” Steve asks, pouting slightly. “Because it was Y/n who helped you.” Wanda replies. “Why? She was supposed to be....”  “Don't start with Thor again, be glad he is not here yet.” Bucky warns him, cutting him off mid sentence. “I'm not scared of him” Steve furrows his brows and pouts.

“You should be, when he finds out, what you think about him and Y/n!” Wanda warns him.

Bucky clearly irritated, with his best friend, shouts at him, “You punk! I had told Y/n to let me know, if you were being stubborn. I should have kicked your ass harder, she is not with Thor. She loves you, can't you see? And why the hell did you kissed someone else huh?” Steve’s eyes widen, guilt and shame consuming him.

“How do you know?” Steve asks, his voice is low.

“She saw you kissing, you broke her bad Steve” Wanda answers for him. “I broke her? Do you know how hurt I'm? I was not told about her location, as soon as I'm home, she was holding hands with Thor and in the party, they were hugging and you want to talk about my kiss? what about her hickey?”

Bucky who was still holding Steve slaps him hard with his flesh hand, Steve looks hell shocked at Bucky, who is fuming in anger “She was hidden because of you, for your own safety! Hydra wanted to kidnap you, using her as a bait, we didn't know if they were keeping tabs!”

Steve gulps, his mind reminding him of you trying to clarify.

“About the mark on her neck, how about you ask your new friend Erik” Tony tells him. “Why should I ask him? He is not my friend, for god sake he is my girlfriend’s ex!” Steve scowls, disgusted hearing your ex’s name.

“The one who insulted her with your permission, and than tried to choke her, cause she refused his advances.” Tony tells him and Steve stands there with wide eyes and open mouth, barely able to talk.

 “He did…he did what?” Steve asks, as he tries to remember, what he did at the party. “Oh god, I was drinking asgardian alcohol, because she was with Thor, and I was speaking with random people one of them was…” “Her ex!” Bucky completes his sentence.

“Steve, Thor was holding her hand, to keep her steady. We wanted to surprise you, but she wanted to just jump the moment you enter. Later at the party, Thor complimented her dress, he wanted to buy one for Jane, that's why they are going to meet today.” Wanda explains everything to him.

“You were so drunk, you let Erik lift her in the air, using the chain, you gifted her and both of you were laughing at her. I had to push him, to make him stop. Soon he caught up with her, in the balcony he tried to kiss her, but she slapped him and he tried to choke her, living a mark on her neck, not a damn hickey! I told Thor to take her inside while I dealt with Erik, she could barely walk.” Tony clarifies.

“Oh god what have I done?” Steve collapses on the floor, running a hand down his face. “Your jealousy got the best of you punk, so much that you kissed another woman?”  “I did not kiss her! she kissed me!” Steve yells making everyone wide their eyes. “What do you mean?” Wanda asks and Steve just points to his head signalling Wanda to read his mind.

“Oh, that bitch!” Steve glares at her, but she rolls her eyes. “What?” Tony asks, eager to know what happened. “She just pushed herself on him, thinking he is interested. When he was not even listening to her in the first place! She just took the chance.” Wanda tells them.

“Poor Y/n thinks you cheated on her, and you thought she was cheating on you” Bucky says in disbelief.

Tears start to form in Steve's eyes, starting to realize his mistake, “Wait why did you called Laurie beautiful? Wanda asks. “To make her jealous” Steve shrugs. “Idiot she thinks you are disgusted by her, cause of her scar.” “What no I'm not!” Steve yells again from the floor. “Hell, I was mentally beating myself for screaming at her, when I first saw her scar.”

“And she thought, you are not okay with it…” Bucky says as everyone agrees. Steve fully realizes the misunderstanding between you two.

After some quiet moment, Tony's AC/DC ringtone irrupts the silence, making everyone glare at him.

“Its Natasha” Tony hisses “Tony I have texted you an address, get your ass here right now! we need your help.”

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Maybe Hulk can do so? 🤔

Misunderstanding. Part 2.

Warnings- Angst, ex being mean, misjudgment. Slight assualt, Steve being mean, kissing another person. -----------------------------------------------------

Tony's parties are always extravagant, endless drinks, lots of food and strangers ready to show off and flirt. Especially with Steve and Bucky. Bucky? You don't mind, Nat can take care of him. But Steve? Hell no! stay the fuck away from him.

You wore a nice blue gown with slit in the side, pairing it along with the chain Steve gifted you.

As you went down to the party hall, you saw everyone was looking glamorous. Nat was fierce as always, Bucky and Thor dashing, Sam looking handsome in his suit, Wanda breathtakingly beautiful, Tony as usual stunning.

But your eyes were locked on one man. The Captain, looking hot in dark navy-blue suit. You thanked all the holy things, that you both were matching tonight. His eyes find yours and a small smile comes on his face, but he is distracted by someone. That smile made you forget about your little incident in the bedroom, maybe you misread him? maybe you both can talk about it? 

“Y/N!!!” Thor yells “You look lovely. May I know where you found a such pretty dress? So, I may buy one for my Jane.” Adorable Thor always melts your heart. He is literally a kid, man child. “Thor I would love to help you, even you look dashing…” he blushes at your compliment and pouts “Thank you.”

You were smiling, when you turn your gaze back at Steve, you caught Steve's eyes. But this time he was giving you a stoic look, like he is irritated. You try to think to yourself, what made him angry?

As you were thinking, you heard your name being called. “Kid you look lovely” you turn around and saw Tony smiling at you. “Thanks Tony” you smile. “So what do you think?” He raises his brows, expecting a nice answer. “Nice party. Nothing to big and people only we know.” you smirk, making him roll his eyes at you. “Yeah you wanted nothing fancy, so your wish is my command...” he smiles and this time you roll your eyes at him.

“Just few people, only we know?” “Our mutant friends are here…” before Tony could finish rest of his sentence, bunch of drunk laughter distracted you both. Steve was one of them.

 But he can't get drunk, so that means he was drinking something else. Something special from Asgard. You had no problem with that. But the people or should you say one particular person, he was hanging with was a problem.

“You said mutant friends!” “Yes I did…” “He is not..!” “I know and I swear I did not invite him!!!” “Mutant friends means he is invited Tons!” “Shit Steve was working with Charles, he must have invited Erik.” “Steve is drinking asgardian drink with my ex Tons!” “I hate him as much as you do…” “Tons we need to stop Steve and get him the fuck away from Erik!” Tony nods and you both went to get Steve.

“Steve lets go” you hold his arm, trying to pull him away. Steve just looked at you, yanking his arm free and took another sip of his drink. This was a perfect opportunity for Erik to open his drunk mouth. “Y/n still the same. Won't let others have a good time.” he smirked, taking a sip of his own drink. “Erik still the same prick.” You roll your eyes, keeping your focus on Steve. Tony right behind you.

“You know? I can lift her without touching.” Erik smirks, talking to an almost getting drunk Steve. “No ways” Steve gasp, looking at him in awe. “Ok you need to slow down Capsicle!” Tony interrupts, trying to get things in control. “No Tony! You need to stop.” Steve whines and looks back at Erik, “Erik show us your trick...” Steve begs and Erik laughs, as he uses his mutation on your chain to lift you up in the air.

Steve and Erik just laugh. Tony was trying his best to get you down. “Say please darling…” Erik hisses, looking at you like a predator.

You close your eyes and try to ignore the joke being made out of you. Tony pushes Erik aside, causing him distraction. Making you fall on the ground. Tony helps you, to stand up and you quickly ran to the balcony.

“You drunk idiot! Can’t you see what this jerk is trying to do?” Tony yells at Steve, getting angry for insulting you. “Tony you are no fun!” Steve mumbles. “You need to apologize now!” Tony tells him, but Steve just shakes his head no and leaves. 

On the balcony, you were trying to ease your mind. Letting the cool breeze do its magic, of making you forget all that happened so far.

But guess more insults were written for you tonight. Erik came right behind you.

“Hello love.”

A chill ran down your spine, hearing his voice, calling you with the nickname, making you want to puke.

“Don't call me that.” You snap at him. “Why not, love?” he teases. “Erik please leave me alone” “Why you always prefer me near you…” he smirks getting closer.

You try to leave, but he blocks your path coming way too close to comfort. “Erik what are you doing?” “Don't tell me you don't want this? I have seen, how that guy has been treating you.” “You have known him for few days, you have no idea how he is, as a person.” You defend Steve, no matter what you both are going through at the moment, Steve has always treated you like a queen. How dare anyone assume anything bad about him?

“Just go away…mmm?” Erik brushes his lips against yours, going in for a kiss. It takes you by surprise. But you are quick to push him, giving him a tight slap. This angers Erik. He uses his mutation, to pull you off the ground, making you choke. The lock of the chain starts burning your skin, you knew it would leave a huge bruise, if you manage to survive that is.

“Erik stop I can't breathe” your voice is barely a whisper, but too drunk and angry he ignores your pleas.

Thank god, for Tony and Thor who came just in time. Thor tackles Erik to the floor, making you fall, coughing for oxygen supply. “Thor take her inside I will deal with him.” Tony tells him. Thor nods before going to pick you, but you gently tell him not to. “Thor I..I can walk..” you tell him.

He gives you a soft smile and holds your hand and your waist to support you to walk. As you both went inside, Thor makes you sit on the couch “Sit I'll get you some water…” he tells you, giving your forehead a kiss. You smile, grateful for his caring nature.

Little did you know; Steve was watching you and Thor. Since he didn’t know what has happened. He made his own calculation, based on his jealousy and drunken state. He saw the bruise on your neck. So, he adds one on one, creating an assumption of his own.

You were looking around, hoping to find Steve. As your gaze finally spot him, you saw Steve looking at you with anger. You furrow your brows in confusion, but something catches your eyes. Your gaze shifted, to the woman next to him. It was Laurie, Andy Barber’s wife, one of Tony’s attorney.

She was literally standing way to close to Steve, almost stuck like a superglue. She was flirting with him, moving her hands all over his upper body. She sees where Steve was staring. She smirks at you grabbing Steve's face as they both kiss.

Your body freezes seeing what was happening. Steve the man you love, who won't do anything bad even by mistake, was making out with someone else. You couldn’t even breathe. Like someone is drowning you in the pool. Your vision was getting blurred with tears, yet the image of them kissing was like a punch in the gut.

Thor came to you with a glass of water. As he touched your shoulder to get your attention, you broke form the frozen state. You just ran towards your bedroom, with Thor hot on his heels right behind you.

As you escape the scene, you couldn’t know what was really happening.

Truth is, Steve was slowly getting bit sober, but still drunk when Laurie grabbed his face. He did turn around to look at her, but he never intended to kiss her. She just pushed herself on Steve, making it look like the kiss was mutual and equally passionate.

Steve did push her away and looked at your direction. But by that time, you were already heading out, with Thor following behind you, making Steve angrier.

He had others thing to focus upon right now. “What the hell are you doing?” Steve yells at Laurie, she just seductively smiles at him, “Come on don't be shy you liked it...” “No I did not!”  “You were not minding me flirting with you, so what happened now? Scared of your girlfriend?” she asks in disbelief, trying to provoke him. “I was not even listening to a word you were saying, and I'm not scared of her, I love her!” It was the truth Steve was not scared of you, he was scared of losing you. He loves you a lot and he would rather die, than losing you.

“Are you kidding me?” she yells at him, feeling dejected. “No!” Steve answers, truthfully. “You are pathetic!” “Maybe, but I'm not cheating on my partner, go back to Andy please.” He pleads and Laurie scoffs, leaving him alone.

When Steve heads back to your share room, he stops in his tracks, when he sees you and Thor talking.

Thor had managed, to calm you down. Even though you didn’t tell him about Steve. You were grateful, he didn’t ask any questions.

“Are you sure you are fine?” “Yes I'm fine just tired...” “Y/n you can tell me anything, you know that right?” “Yes Thor.” you smile, happy to have a friend like him.

As Thor and you hug each other, Steve clenches his fists in rage.

“I'll see you tomorrow, good night Y/n” Thor smiles, before heading out of your room. “See you tomorrow. Don't be late, good night Thor.”

Thor leaves but stops to talk to Steve “Take care of her my friend, she is precious.” Thor winks at Steve and leaves. Steve locks the door behind him, giving you an arrogant look.

“Now Thor is going to tell me to take care of you?” “He was being nice, Steve.” “Yeah right he is always nice to you.” Steve rolls his eyes. “He is nice to everyone, what's wrong with you?” “What's wrong with me? What is wrong with you huh?” He yells on your face.

“Steve you are clearly still drunk, let's talk in the morning when you have sobered. I'm tired too.” “Of course... Thor made you tired.” He scoffs. “Excuse me? What the hell does that mean Steve?” “It is, what it exactly is Y/n! I'm not blind, I saw you two hugging every minute, that hickey on your neck, what is it huh?”

“Steve! You are crossing the limits; you are drunk let's not talk anymore.” You plead, but Steve is not in the mood to listen. “I want to talk! And what are you going to say? You can't hide what is visible to the eye...”

“How dare you assume I’m cheating on you? I love you and only you, till my very last breath! Thor was just comforting me like a friend. We did nothing wrong, behind anyone's back and as for the mark? You can thank your new friend Erik for that! And unlike you Steve I did not kiss someone else.”

“Yeah she was beautiful.” He says out loud, without even thinking, how you might feel. Your mind goes in the dark region, your insecurities tying to come out.

 You slammed the bedroom door hard and went to sleep in the lounge which was thankfully empty. You cried yourself to sleep, while the argument and drinking took a toll on Steve. He ended up sleeping in his suit, collapsing on the bed straightaway.

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Thank you for the reblog, if only Steve could just listen to her.

Misunderstanding.

Warnings- None, mention of scar, angst, Steve being angry. -----------------------------------------------------

Your last mission took a toll on you. Getting stabbed nastily just below your tummy. Leading you to an urgent surgery and blood transfusion, cause of sever blood loss. Leaving you in the hospital for one month ten days.

Guess being a highly trained assassin, with good fighting skills does not guarantee 100% safe results. Only Tony, Nat and Bruce knew about your whereabouts. As for the rest? They just knew you had been seriously injured. Steve wanted to know about your whereabouts but for his own safety, no one told him anything, driving him crazy.

“So, all set to finally leave this place?” Rose one of the sweet nurse asks, her sweet nature made you, be friends with her. “Yes, finally out of your hair.” you chuckle. “I'll miss you Y/n” she hugs getting emotional and you hug her back with a smile. “I'll miss you too, now remember I'm just a phone call away.”

“I know!” she rolls her eyes playfully “So who's gonna pick you up?” “Hopefully Nat” as soon as those words left your mouth, AC/DC Highway to hell ringtone was blasting in the hallways. “On a second thought” “Tony” Rose answered and you gave her an apologetic smile.

“I heard my name” Tony's sarcastic voice roars in the room. “Tony you should keep your phone on silence” you explain to him. “Now when have I ever listened to anyone?” he smirks. “Umm Caps?” “Of course! you will take his name ‘boyfriend ass kisser’” “As if you won't ‘Pepper's loyal child’”

This is what you miss the most. Calling each other, with weird made up names. Tony smirks, hugging you in a tight brotherly embrace.

“I missed you kid, don't you dare do that again” “I missed you too Tons”.

Tony and you became best friends instantly, shortly after you both were introduced by Fury, after the battle of New York. You both have same kind of sense of humor, your being a bit sophisticated. You are one of the few females, Pepper trusts Tony with. And it was Tony, who made you join the Avengers.

As you both said bye to Rose and rest of the staff members, you were now on your way to Stark Towers in Tony's high-tech SUV.

“So, how's everyone?” “You mean all or Steve specifically?”

Hearing his name, a smile forms on your face. Steve Rogers aka Captain America your co-worker, best friend, lover, boyfriend. Unlike Tony and rest of the gang, Steve was professional in the very beginning, calling you mam.

It took you months for him to call you with your first name. Soon you became friends, bonding over music and art. Slowly Steve started to like you more than a friend, but at that time you were in a relationship with someone else.

But after the nasty breakup, Steve took proper care of you and you began to fall for him. It was only a matter of time; you both shared your feelings for each other. Making you both the prettiest couple.

“Umm all of them and yes Steve specifically...” “All are good and excited for you. Nat and Wanda have gone crazy, Steve and Metal man are out on a mission with our mutant friends, they'll be back later today.”

“You are the one in an Iron suit, yet still you call Bucky metal man?” “I can call him many names” Tony smirks. "Tony” you warn him. “Yeah yeah alright” he sighed.

“Wait you said Nat and Wanda have gone crazy?” “Yeah about that” “What did you do Tony?” “Why do you think I did something?” 

You just give him a death glare, he looks outside the window before finally caving in.

“Alright stop glaring it's scary, don't freak out I have planned a small party for you.” Tony is now smiling being hopeful, giving you the best puppy dog face. “Thank god you are cute Tons”  Tony acts shocked putting a hand on his heart “I'm hot, but I'll take cute” he winks at you, making you laugh.

As soon as you both enter the tower, inside the lounge everyone jumps to scream surprise. Hugging you gently, being extra cautious of your injury.

“Guys I missed you all too, but I'm not fragile, I can still kick asses. Nat you know me” “Guys she's right, come here sexy” Nat engulfs you in a big tight hug. It is special, you both are like sisters inseparable.

“Nat I missed you so much!!!” “How’s the wound?” “All healed left with a scar, just like you bye bye bikinis” “Oh to hell with them we'll own the bikini look with our scars”

You both laughed as Wanda, squeezed between you two, making it a cute group hug between the three.

“Y/N” Thor calls you loudly, pulling you away from everyone, hugging you in a bone breaking hold. “I love you too Thor!!” your voice was muffled being buried in his hold. As he lets go, your eyes begin to search for Steve. 

“Looking for someone?” Nat asks “I know whom she is looking for” Clint smiles. “Sir Captain Rogers and Barnes have arrived” FRIDAY'S voice was like a music to your ears. Everyone gather in front of you, to hide you from Steve. Thor was holding your hand to keep you steady. You just wanted to break loose and run into Steve's arms.

“Guys I want to see him”, ���NO” all said in unison. “But why?” “Surprise” Nat said.

When Bucky and Steve entered the lounge, everyone shouted together “SURPRISE”. Steve and Bucky gave each other confuse look.

Everyone parted ways and Thor let’s goes of your hand. Steve was shocked to see you. He removed his mask still not able to believe, that you are standing in front of him. Bucky quickly hugs you, asking about your health “I'm fine Buck, we can spar together soon...”

Even though you were answering Bucky, you kept looking at Steve. Something felt odd. As you finally went to hug Steve, something felt off. Steve did hug you back, but didn't say anything. He just looked at you, touching your cheek, before leaving for your shared bedroom. Everyone tried to call him back, but you knew he won't listen to anyone.

“What's wrong with him?” Tony asked, “I'll go see him, he must be tired.” you replied.

On your way to your shared bedroom, Bucky pulled you in the corner. “Y/n, doll he’s been going crazy. No one told him about your whereabouts and he was scared about losing you...” You know Steve was scared, not knowing about you and hearing about it from Bucky pained your heart even more. You wanted to run to Steve and shower all the love you have for him. 

“I know Buck, I hate not telling him. But it was for his own safety!” “His safety?” “Yes, the hydra agents wanted to kidnap him. We got a lead, that they wanted to take him away from us and I could not risk that. We didn't know if someone was watching us.” “God he's an idiot, go get that punk and if he acts stubborn let me know I'll kick his ass” “Language!” you both laughed.

As you enter the room, you saw Steve had taken a quick shower and was shirtless just in his sweats lying on the bed.

“Steve?” “Umm” “Please talk to me” “How are you?” “I'm good...I'm...” “Ok” He cut's you mid-sentence. “Steve I know you are angry, but please let’s talk...let me...” “Talk? About what? The fact I have been kept in the dark about my girlfriend's location? Steve yells, making you flinch slightly.

 “Steve please let me explain it was for your own safety. We got...” “My safety?” He shouts, not letting you finish what you want to say.

Steve grabs your shoulders and yells, “I can take care of myself Y/n. I'm fucking Captain America! God dammit do you have any idea what I have been through?” 

Your eyes well up, as you try your best not to cry but his hold was tight. Even though you could see his pain, his anger was hurting you.

“Steve please...let me explain” “Y/n I'm tired, we'll talk later, you need to rest too!”

You just nod, not able to form any words. You decided to shower first, as you took your top off, Steve saw your scar, he kept looking at it. In his mind, he was screaming at himself for shouting at you, but little did you know that. Instead you thought he is disgusted by it. You took fresh clothes and ran inside the bathroom, turning on the hot water, crying your heart out with silent sobs.

Steve could hear you crying, because of his enhanced hearing. But his stupid anger was coming between the both of you. After an hour you came out. Steve saw you, even though he wanted to apologize, his anger made him say something else.

“I'm heading down for a bit” “Where...are you going?” “Just heading out, unlike you, I won't go anywhere without telling you!”

That jab, was like a knife going deep in your heart. You choked your tears...trying your best not to cry. Somewhere you felt you deserved that. You just nod, not looking at him.

“Ok, don't be late for the party...” “Party?” “Yes Tony…he umm has thrown a party for my return…” You didn’t look at him, eyes fixed on the floor. You knew, if you look at him, you won’t be able to control your emotions.

“Okay I'll be back soon; you should rest in the meantime.”

Steve didn’t even looked at you, leaving you alone with dreadful thoughts, as he went out to cool down his own anger.

Part 2

(I wrote this, because I was bored and this was stuck in my head. Comments and feedbacks are appreciated.)

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Thanks for the reblog, I'll write soon ❤️❤️

Yours, ours, mine.

Imagine you are Bucky's wife. Steve has retired. He came back, after returning the stones. He gave Sam the shield. Steve lives with you and Bucky.

The more Steve sees you and Bucky, the more he pictures such life for himself. He fucks around with random girls. But all he can imagine is your face. Moaning your name, everytime he comes.

You roam freely in the house, having no clue about Steve's fascination with you.

He has set a camera in your bedroom. He jerks himself to the sight, of you and Bucky having sex. He is obsessed with your curves and figure. He loves seeing you naked.

When Bucky is out for work, Steve gets all touchy with you. You try to maintain distance. So he comes with a solution. He adds sleeping pills in your tea. Once you are knocked out, he sleeps next to you. Gently undresses you. Paying extra attention to your pussy, sucking your breasts like his life depends on them. Hands exploring your body, like he is worshipping you.

But he wants more. He wants to be balls deep buried in you.

He starts to gaslight Bucky. Picking up on his insecurities. "What if she gets bored of being alone for months, when you are out on missions?", "what about her needs?", "what if she finds someone else?".

Bucky pleads to him to stop. Steve assures him, he'll take care of you. Steve makes Bucky say that "Bucky himself is okay with Steve taking care of your his needs."

Bucky leaves for the mission happily, relieved his best friend will take care of you.

Steve is happy, to finally make you his.

You have no clue about this.

(Should I write about this?)

[sosa2imagines]

Thanks for the reblog and support babe ❤️

Yours, ours, mine.

Imagine you are Bucky's wife. Steve has retired. He came back, after returning the stones. He gave Sam the shield. Steve lives with you and Bucky.

The more Steve sees you and Bucky, the more he pictures such life for himself. He fucks around with random girls. But all he can imagine is your face. Moaning your name, everytime he comes.

You roam freely in the house, having no clue about Steve's fascination with you.

He has set a camera in your bedroom. He jerks himself to the sight, of you and Bucky having sex. He is obsessed with your curves and figure. He loves seeing you naked.

When Bucky is out for work, Steve gets all touchy with you. You try to maintain distance. So he comes with a solution. He adds sleeping pills in your tea. Once you are knocked out, he sleeps next to you. Gently undresses you. Paying extra attention to your pussy, sucking your breasts like his life depends on them. Hands exploring your body, like he is worshipping you.

But he wants more. He wants to be balls deep buried in you.

He starts to gaslight Bucky. Picking up on his insecurities. "What if she gets bored of being alone for months, when you are out on missions?", "what about her needs?", "what if she finds someone else?".

Bucky pleads to him to stop. Steve assures him, he'll take care of you. Steve makes Bucky say that "Bucky himself is okay with Steve taking care of your his needs."

Bucky leaves for the mission happily, relieved his best friend will take care of you.

Steve is happy, to finally make you his.

You have no clue about this.

(Should I write about this?)

[sosa2imagines]

Yours, ours, mine.

Imagine you are Bucky's wife. Steve has retired. He came back, after returning the stones. He gave Sam the shield. Steve lives with you and Bucky.

The more Steve sees you and Bucky, the more he pictures such life for himself. He fucks around with random girls. But all he can imagine is your face. Moaning your name, everytime he comes.

You roam freely in the house, having no clue about Steve's fascination with you.

He has set a camera in your bedroom. He jerks himself to the sight, of you and Bucky having sex. He is obsessed with your curves and figure. He loves seeing you naked.

When Bucky is out for work, Steve gets all touchy with you. You try to maintain distance. So he comes with a solution. He adds sleeping pills in your tea. Once you are knocked out, he sleeps next to you. Gently undresses you. Paying extra attention to your pussy, sucking your breasts like his life depends on them. Hands exploring your body, like he is worshipping you.

But he wants more. He wants to be balls deep buried in you.

He starts to gaslight Bucky. Picking up on his insecurities. "What if she gets bored of being alone for months, when you are out on missions?", "what about her needs?", "what if she finds someone else?".

Bucky pleads to him to stop. Steve assures him, he'll take care of you. Steve makes Bucky say that "Bucky himself is okay with Steve taking care of your his needs."

Bucky leaves for the mission happily, relieved his best friend will take care of you.

Steve is happy, to finally make you his.

You have no clue about this.

(Should I write about this?)

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Misunderstanding. Part 3.

Warnings- Angst, misunderstandings, both being idiots. -----------------------------------------------------

You hardly slept. But you know, you had to get up, before anyone sees you in the lounge, sleeping in the party gown and messed up make up.

You quietly went inside your shared room. Steve was thankfully sleeping like a baby; his innocent face was warming your heart. But at the same time whatever happened yesterday, followed by the party was breaking you.

You removed his socks and shoes, unbuckled his belt and opened top three buttons of his shirt, pulling the covers on him. You wanted to kiss his forehead, but decided against it. Laurie is beautiful not you. You went for a quick shower, thankfully Steve was still asleep. You got ready and went for breakfast, only to be greeted by Nat and Wanda.

“Good morning sexy” Nat smile. “Good morning Nat, Wanda” you greet. “Good morning, ooh someone was naughty last night.” Wanda teases. “What you mean?” you ask in confusion. “We can see the love mark silly.” she chuckles, you give her a soft smile, instead of replying. “Cap gone crazy drinking asgardian special?” Nat raises her eyebrows biting her lower lip. “Yeah something like that...” you tell them, turning around to avoid looking at them.

But who can fool a kickass assassin and a mind reader?

“Y/n what's wrong?” Nat asks turning you around to face them. “Nothing, just a stupid argument, nothing big really.” You half lie, half-truth answer her.

“Is that so kid?” Tony asks from behind, making you jump, being caught off guard “Jesus Tony you scared me…” you tell placing a hand on your heart.

Nat puts her hand on your shoulder and asks again “What's wrong Y/n? you know you cannot lie, even if your life depends on it.” “Told you, just a stupid argument…” suddenly Wanda gasp out loud.

Wanda had taken the liberty to read your mind.

“Wanda stop reading my mind, please…” you beg her, as your eyes well up. Wanda was already crying, feeling your pain. Nat rushes to her, while Tony stands next to you, thinking he knows everything, except for the fact, he does not know what happened, after you and Thor left him to deal with Erik. 

“Wanda tell me, what is she hiding?” Nat asks. Wanda just embraces you in a tight hug, while Nat and Tony exchange a look.

Meanwhile Bucky comes in the kitchen, looking for Steve for their workouts, but stops in his tracks seeing all of you. “Hey anything wrong? And has anyone seen Steve?” Bucky asks, furrowing his eyes, looking at each one of you. “He is still sleeping.” you reply. “What? He never sleeps still so late.” Bucky states.

“That's because he is an idiot!” Wanda tells in a stern voice, making everyone, except you, confuse. Bucky obviously don't know anything, he asks Wanda, why she thinks Steve is an idiot, and she looks at you to tell them. But seeing your state, she tells them everything from your arrival to Erik attacking you, to Steve kissing Laurie and finally the argument, him assuming, you cheating on him with Thor.

“That son of…” Tony was about to name call Steve, when you stopped him, “Tony no, please don't” you plead. “How can you defend him Y/n?” Tony asks, looking at you worriedly. “Tony is right, that punk has no right to treat you like this!” Bucky says, agreeing with Tony. “Bucky, he was drunk, not even in his senses…” “That does not mean, he can kiss someone else, without knowing the damn truth” Nat tells you.

You know, somewhere they all had a point, how much can you cover, what’s going on between Steve and you?

 Not knowing what else to say, you leave the kitchen and decide to go outside for a stroll.

Nat notices you leaving, she quickly stops you, “Y/n wait, let’s go together, out for a walk.” You nod and tell her, to meet you outside while you go and grab your wallet.

As soon as you leave, Wanda tells them about, your insecurity towards your scar, and Steve calling Laurie beautiful.

“Wanda please, hit him extra hard on behalf of me.” With that request, Nat leaves and you two go out for a stroll.

Some minutes later, Steve enters the kitchen only to be greeted by a slap from Tony, getting shoved to the wall by Bucky and lots of books thrown at him by Wanda.

 Angry, Steve yells at them “What is wrong with you all?” “What’s wrong with us? What is wrong with you, old man?” Tony yells. “What do you want Tony?” Steve asks, his hangover making him feel irritated.

“What did you do to Y/n?” Tony asks. “I did nothing to her” Steve tells. “Oh yeah where is she?” Tony asks again. “I don't know must be with Thor” Steve mumbles, but everyone heard him.

Wanda throws more books at him, “You idiot she is out with Natasha, what the hell is wrong with you?” “She's out with Nat? Fine! But she is meeting him today and stop throwing all the books at me!” Steve whines, caressing his own head. “I read her mind and I know the truth, which you are obviously clueless about!”

“What are you talking about? Buck did you come to my room?” “No I did not.” Bucky barks and Steve just glares at him.

“Who helped me then?” Steve asks, getting impatient.

“Oh my god, you are so dumb! Even after being out of the ice, your brain is still half frozen!” Tony screams at him. “Why am I dumb?” Steve asks, pouting slightly. “Because it was Y/n who helped you.” Wanda replies. “Why? She was supposed to be....”  “Don't start with Thor again, be glad he is not here yet.” Bucky warns him, cutting him off mid sentence. “I'm not scared of him” Steve furrows his brows and pouts.

“You should be, when he finds out, what you think about him and Y/n!” Wanda warns him.

Bucky clearly irritated, with his best friend, shouts at him, “You punk! I had told Y/n to let me know, if you were being stubborn. I should have kicked your ass harder, she is not with Thor. She loves you, can't you see? And why the hell did you kissed someone else huh?” Steve’s eyes widen, guilt and shame consuming him.

“How do you know?” Steve asks, his voice is low.

“She saw you kissing, you broke her bad Steve” Wanda answers for him. “I broke her? Do you know how hurt I'm? I was not told about her location, as soon as I'm home, she was holding hands with Thor and in the party, they were hugging and you want to talk about my kiss? what about her hickey?”

Bucky who was still holding Steve slaps him hard with his flesh hand, Steve looks hell shocked at Bucky, who is fuming in anger “She was hidden because of you, for your own safety! Hydra wanted to kidnap you, using her as a bait, we didn't know if they were keeping tabs!”

Steve gulps, his mind reminding him of you trying to clarify.

“About the mark on her neck, how about you ask your new friend Erik” Tony tells him. “Why should I ask him? He is not my friend, for god sake he is my girlfriend’s ex!” Steve scowls, disgusted hearing your ex’s name.

“The one who insulted her with your permission, and than tried to choke her, cause she refused his advances.” Tony tells him and Steve stands there with wide eyes and open mouth, barely able to talk.

 “He did…he did what?” Steve asks, as he tries to remember, what he did at the party. “Oh god, I was drinking asgardian alcohol, because she was with Thor, and I was speaking with random people one of them was…” “Her ex!” Bucky completes his sentence.

“Steve, Thor was holding her hand, to keep her steady. We wanted to surprise you, but she wanted to just jump the moment you enter. Later at the party, Thor complimented her dress, he wanted to buy one for Jane, that's why they are going to meet today.” Wanda explains everything to him.

“You were so drunk, you let Erik lift her in the air, using the chain, you gifted her and both of you were laughing at her. I had to push him, to make him stop. Soon he caught up with her, in the balcony he tried to kiss her, but she slapped him and he tried to choke her, living a mark on her neck, not a damn hickey! I told Thor to take her inside while I dealt with Erik, she could barely walk.” Tony clarifies.

“Oh god what have I done?” Steve collapses on the floor, running a hand down his face. “Your jealousy got the best of you punk, so much that you kissed another woman?”  “I did not kiss her! she kissed me!” Steve yells making everyone wide their eyes. “What do you mean?” Wanda asks and Steve just points to his head signalling Wanda to read his mind.

“Oh, that bitch!” Steve glares at her, but she rolls her eyes. “What?” Tony asks, eager to know what happened. “She just pushed herself on him, thinking he is interested. When he was not even listening to her in the first place! She just took the chance.” Wanda tells them.

“Poor Y/n thinks you cheated on her, and you thought she was cheating on you” Bucky says in disbelief.

Tears start to form in Steve's eyes, starting to realize his mistake, “Wait why did you called Laurie beautiful? Wanda asks. “To make her jealous” Steve shrugs. “Idiot she thinks you are disgusted by her, cause of her scar.” “What no I'm not!” Steve yells again from the floor. “Hell, I was mentally beating myself for screaming at her, when I first saw her scar.”

“And she thought, you are not okay with it…” Bucky says as everyone agrees. Steve fully realizes the misunderstanding between you two.

After some quiet moment, Tony's AC/DC ringtone irrupts the silence, making everyone glare at him.

“Its Natasha” Tony hisses “Tony I have texted you an address, get your ass here right now! we need your help.”

Part 2 - Part 4

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