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stuckybarton · 2 years

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Each Other's Monster

SUMMARY: No matter what you say or do, the only man you truly held affections for does not feel the same--but not for the reason as you had thought he did. PROMPT(S): "It would be better if you stayed away from me." CHARACTERS: Bruce Banner x Plus Sized!Female Reader. WARNINGS: Slight Mention of Body Issues. Slight Angst with eventual fluff. WORDS: 1,574 REQUESTED BY: @iguana-eyanna

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"Lady Y/L/N, it would be my honor to escort you back to your room for the night."

You could only smile and ignore the team's hoots. It was known by everyone the interest the God of Thunder had for someone like you.

No matter what the team says, what your boss would say, whatever anyone you find yourself being in front of would say, it still made your wonder what they see in you. A beauty that you never truly saw in yourself. The bigger hips, the bigger thighs, and tummy rolls you tried your best to conceal with numerous shapewears on a daily basis. You could never truly understand what they saw in you. You were far from the figure that someone like Natasha Romanoff was, the petite frame that one Wanda Maximoff had, hell even your boss, Pepper had a figure that you could only hope to have in your dreams.

"I'm not yet tired, Thor." You reassured the God as you had made your way to the bar, and the sight of one Bruce Banner had almost made you stumble onto your heeled feet.

You actually valued one opinion above everyone else's. It was just a misfortune that the only man that held your affection could barely look you in the eye.

Taking a measured breath, you willed yourself to continue on your way to the bar and just in time to see him turn and for once in the years that you had been working alongside Pepper, the man had looked at you.

"Dr. Banner." You greeted the man, making your way behind the bar counter, already deep in thought with what you would be drinking for the night.

"I'm surprised you came tonight." He spoke and it was enough to earn a blush on your cheeks.

You never usually join parties hosted by your boss' eccentric but far too dangerous husband, but you just thought that once wouldn't hurt. Tony had made subtle hints that he and Bruce wouldn't possibly be arriving for the party with the project they were working on. Looks like you took the man's words too hard and here you were.

"I thought a change of scenery aside from my apartment on a friday night wouldn't hurt anyone." You smiled, pulling out two whiskey tumblers on top of the counter. "Whiskey?" You offered to which the man was quick to nod, eyes falling back down and away from you.

"It's good you did decided to come. Thor and even Loki seem super excited about your arrival." He points out.

"I'm not that special." You muttered finally pouring two finger worth of whiskey on both of your glasses. "There are more pretty girls worthy enough of their attention."

"Why do you put yourself down like that, Y/N?" He questioned eyes turning to you and it was you that was now trying your best to keep eye contact with the man.

Clinking your glass against his own, you down it in one motion and wincing at the familiar burn coating your throat. You've gained a fraction of an amount of courage and you will use it to your advantage as much as you possibly could while you still had the chance.

"There is a guy I like. But I'm like a ghost at any instance that we're in the same room together. He doesn't look at me, he pulls away even as I try my best and fail to make conversation with him." You spoke frankly and it took a lot of courage to finally say, knowing every single day it was hard to look at the man and wonder if you were so repulsive in his eyes that he couldn't even bother to look at you.

"Well whoever that man is, he's an idiot." Bruce points out, gracing you with a genuine smile. "Or he's probably blind not to see you." He added before his eyes fell back down to his own drink.

One swift gulp and your eyes had lingered on his Adam's apple all throughout.

"Then I think you should get your eyes checked."

Silence enveloped the both of you and you realized you made the big mistake of your life and would want nothing more than for the ground to swallow you up.

"You can have any man in the world. Thor, Loki, even Steve are more than glad to have you--nothing good would come if you get involved with someone like me, Y/N." He spoke.

"Why?" You genuinely wanted to know. Maybe hearing it directly from him--maybe it would be the final nail to the coffin that you needed.

"Why not. The green guy will hurt you and I might not be able to stop him. It would be better if you stayed away from me."

"I know what I signed up for when i started working for Pepper, Bruce." You assured him, blinking away tears you never thought would try falling. "I've seen worse, dealt with worse. You or the Green Guy included."

Silence remained and the man had refused to look at you all over again.

"Just tell me the truth on why, Bruce. I can genuinely handle it. You're not the first guy I liked that rejected me."

It took a lot out of Bruce, to think of something to say that you make you pull away from him without hurting your feelings more than what he already was in this very moment.

He liked you. No, he loved you.

He didn't really know when he when it started and he was uncertain if it would ever stop. But it was ridiculous, how he could love you, when you two barely spoke--well he barely spoke to you. But over and over, whatever conversation you might find yourself having with Tony, you tried your best to include him in, to ask about his day, and almost anything else. But he was a pathetic coward that would simply give one word response.

He loved you because, you were you. This sweet and far too considerate woman in a world filled with cruelty. Your smile brightens up anyone's day. How you know almost anything about the people you talk with, the random hobbies an agent might have at the moment, the shows the Avengers might have, or the little tidbit of information about the new baked goods the cafe downstairs was selling.

It was so hard not to love you. But it was difficult for him to comprehend that you would even like someone like him.

Then he remembers Tony's constant words to him.

'Seize the day, it might be the last time.'

How the genius could see through the wall he placed upon himself and his feelings was still a mystery to him. But something he really needed to finally take to heart now.

"I really...lo..I like you, Y/N." He finally admitted and the weight on his shoulder had lifted. Even the Green guy that had been quiet for a while seemed to be agreeing to his new initiative. "But my line of work, the Green Guy, and everything else in between--I can't have you also dealing with it when you don't deserve it."

"Bruce, I'm not asking you to marry me, or for us to change our life so drastically." You point out, the smile on your face finally grew as he once again took a good look at you. "I just--I just like you and I want to make things work, whatever it might be for the both of us."

"You're right." He muttered hand brushing against the curls of his hair.

"We can make it work you know. Me and you. I'm sure Tony already has a cute ship name for the both of us." You teased moving closer to him now, with the linolium counter being the only thing separating the both of you.

"Tony and his names." He chuckled, if only you knew the array he already heard while they were in the lab.

He found himself holding onto your hand, the not-so familiar spark of your hand against his own. He looked up at you, the smile on his face growing ever so slightly at the sight of you, of being able to touch you, even just this once. It was breath of frehs air.

"I'd like to take you out on a date, maybe tomorrow if you're not busy."

"I'd love that." You accepted, leaning a little closer and he could practically feel the warmth of your breath agaisnt his own face. The smell of you, of jasmine and pear. It was so entoxicating. "Where will you take me, Doctor?"

"That's a surprise." He smiled leaning himself until your lips were now barely touching at this point.

"Finally! Progress with you two!" Tony's voice broke the moment.

Pulling away from each other, you both turned to the sight of Tony, satisfied with what he had seen. The sight of a defeated Thor and wounded looking Loki. And the rest of the team all smiling and giving the both of you thumbs up in support.

"Want to get out of here?" You offered and Bruce had stumbled to his feet but agreed leaving would be better than dealing with everyone's teasing.

He held onto your hand as you both made your exit, with the sound of everyone's hooting left in both of you wake. It wasn't so hard as he thought it would be.

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goodoldfashionedengineer · 2 years

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Heavy Silence

Warning: This work goes into Bruce Banner's traumatic childhood. It includes themes such as depression, manipulation, child abuse, murder and more. Nothing of it is explicit but if these things are triggering for you, proceed with care or scroll further.

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It was friday afternoon and Bruce sat in Samson's office. Originally he wanted to cancel for today. He woke up with this tight feeling in his chest. The weight was pulling him down and he could just barely get out of bed. He skipped breakfast and only ate one grilled cheese for lunch.

Bruce didn't know what exactly caused him to act this way. He started to get better. He actually took care of himself, was going out and strengthend his relationships.

But life had to haunt him again. Like many times before. It might never end.

A few years ago, he might have tried to end it all. He made progress, but these kind of days are still there.

On these days, he can barely look into the mirror. The world doesn't feel real sometimes and he forgets what he has done five minutes ago.

Then he hides under the blankets. Never cries, because that is a sign of weakness and he can't be weak, ever.

On these days, he can hear his voice. It's scary. Not just because it is his voice but also because he feels like this little boy again. The little boy in Dayton, Ohio a lifetime ago. The little boy who had to choose between starving and getting hurt. The little boy who tried to hide himself, always unsuccessfully. The little boy who chose to remain silent. The little boy who couldn't protect himself.

The little boy who couldn't protect his mom.

Guilt was a strong emotion on these days. Even though he swore to himself he would never ever feel something again. Guess he can't even keep one promise...

When he feels these intense waves of guilt, there was always a voice which made it even worse. It reminded him of him but it is not exactly him. He sometimes thinks he is the devil's child then and he was right after all. But after a few minutes logic kicks in and tells him that surely the devil couldn't be worse than him. Whatever the reason for the voice's existence is, he found a way to haunt Bruce even after his death which was way to peaceful.

"Bruce, are you with me?"

Blink. Blink. Right. He was in the office. Not in his apartment. Or Dayton.

"Sorry, where were we?"

"We talked a bit about your day and what triggered the panic attack"

Triggered? No, he wasn't triggered. He was all alone today. He didn't go to an event or anything. It wasn't christmas either.

Then he remembered. The news website. "Alcoholic family father kills wife - the children are the only witnesses".

That was it. He did have a panic attack. How could have he forgotten it? He hates his memory issues.

"You read something which was a part of your own childhood. This must have been very distressing, especially when combined with the depressive mood you have been feeling today."

"The headline wasn't a part of my childhood. First, he wasn't a father, a father wouldn't do these horrible things he did to me. Second, I didn't have any siblings, any friends. Sure, there is Jen but she lived in L.A and I in Dayton. I was all alone."

"Let's look further into this."

He said too much. He didn't think before he spoke. It was impulsive. Why wanted Leonard talk about this with him anyway?! He knows the story. They discussed his loneliness often enough.

"Please not."

"Okay, then let me ask another question. Do you remember a period of time in which you felt safe? And I mean not just short moments, but years, months, weeks or days in a row."

Deep down he knew the answer. He still chose to remain silent. And this was an answer in itself.

Samson nodded. "Do you feel safe now?"

He knew the answer but chose to remain silent.

"Why don't you feel safe now?"

He knew the answer but didn't say it out loud. He couldn't. He wouldn't give him this satisfaction after his death.

But no matter how long he stayed silent, it didn't change the answer.

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sunvmars · 8 months

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bitter sweet | s.r.

pairing: steve rogers x fem/afab reader

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word count: 2.8k

warnings: obv swearing, pregnancy/pregnant reader, some angst that's mainly reader trying to cover up hidden emotions

summary: you've grown to resent steve after a breakup and give him the cold shoulder for weeks. you soon discover you're pregnant and show back up on his doorstep to tell him the news.

a/n: definitely turning this into a series if it gains enough traction!

It was a warm summer evening like any other when Steve had asked you to come straight home after work, insisting he had something important to talk about. You had entered your shared apartment with expectations of a nice dinner or a movie night. Considering Steve was always one for suspension, surprise plans and at-home date nights weren't unusual.

You set your purse down on the table by the front door before sinking into your favorite recliner. The setting sun cast a glow amongst the living room that you greatly appreciated, although it was a glow that was far too beautiful to be wasted on that night.

"Steve! I'm home!"

Only a few seconds after you'd called out had he come, practically, running. He came to sit on the couch, only a few feet away, his expression conflicted.

"I missed you today," you said.

You beamed at your fiancé, simply happy to see him after another shitty work day. While you were an Avenger, you stuck to mainly office work when you had no missions.

After what felt like an eternity, he finally spoke, his voice barely above a whisper, "Y/n, honey, I think we need to talk."

Your heart sank, and a lump formed in your throat. You knew Steve like the back of your hand, and every time he has said the words "we need to talk," it's never been good.

"Is Buck sneaking over to eat all of our sweets again? I thought you talked to him about that," you joked in an attempt to lighten the tension.

"Funnily enough, no, he hasn't done that in a few days."

"Well, don't jinx it."

He chuckled briefly. His hands ran over his face as he sighed, and his broad shoulders relaxed.

"I've been thinking- a lot," he began, avoiding your gaze. "Baby, you know I love you, right?"

You hummed, giving him a nod that allowed him to continue.

"I love you, but..."

As soon as you had heard the "but," you tuned out. Whether it was by choice, or whether your mind and heart already knew what he was going to say and were just saving you the extra heartbreak, you weren't sure. You did, however, catch the last part of it. And luckily, the last part was all you needed to hear from him.

"I can't allow this to continue. I'm no good for you, y/n. I can't be the man you need or deserve right now. It's not fair to keep you waiting while I'm still trying to figure out what I want."

Your brows furrowed as your body started becoming tense. "What...?" you muttered.

It was less of a question and more of you thinking aloud, vocalizing your confusion. Unless you were a completely oblivious idiot, things between the two of you were fine yesterday, and every day before that for the last two years. He sighed, finally meeting your gaze. His eyes were filled with regret that you somehow missed.

"I... I can't take the risk anymore. I need to focus on my responsibilities and protecting the world. It's just... I can't let my personal life get in the way of my promise to the world."

Tears welled up in your eyes, but you quickly wiped them away before they could fall. You had the same job, so how could the man who had proposed only a few months ago just now, after two years, decide he couldn't make this work because of his job? Either way, that man didn't deserve your tears, so you wouldn't waste them on him. You stood quickly, not bothering to look back at him as you made your way towards the door.

"Y/n? Where are you going? Please say something, baby-"

"Don't! You don't get to call me that anymore," you snapped, finally allowing yourself to show some sort of emotion. "Just...stop. There's nothing else to say."

His eyes widened a little at your sudden outburst. You picked up your purse and keys hastily. Your fingers fidgeted with the keys for a moment, then you started sliding your house key off your keychain. It was then that you decided to speak again before he got the chance to, not caring to hear another word from him.

"I'll have someone come get my stuff tomorrow; do whatever you want with the apartment, as long as you don't have to contact me to do it."

"Y/n," he spoke with softened, glossy eyes, "please, just stay until you find somewhere else to go. This is your home too, I-"

"There's too much of you, well, what used to be us, here," you stated plainly as you placed your key on the table. "Where I go isn't your problem anymore anyway."

A sigh escaped your lips as you slung your purse over your shoulder. You turned to face him one last time as you stood in the doorway.

"Oh, and one more thing," you say, "You are a fucking coward, Steven Grant Rogers."

The door slammed behind you. And what you'd left behind was a deeply regretful, and utterly stupid, Steve sitting alone on the couch in the apartment you once shared.

That was almost two months ago, and your heart had not allowed you to heal at all. As if seeing Steve in passing at work wasn't painful enough, now you had an important mission coming up tomorrow, and being chosen to go with him was inevitable. Or at least you thought it was inevitable. It had all started earlier in the morning with a rotten egg- an actual rotten egg, that is.

You were baking cookies for Bucky, fully aware of how much he'd miss your baked goods for the next week or two you would be gone. Over the time that you and Steve had dated and been engaged, you'd gotten pretty close with the brunette. He was equally supportive of both of you during the breakup. Though he did lay into Steve for leaving you. Bucky knew there was more to it than his job; both of you had the same job for Christ's sake, but he didn't push his friend for answers—at least not yet.

With one gentle motion, you cracked the egg on the side of your metal bowl. However, this egg had a smell to it. You brought it closer to your face to observe and smell it. What a horrible mistake, though, because as soon as you inhaled the sickening, sulfur-like scent, it made your stomach turn. But instead of going back to normal, you gagged. The scent was lingering longer than any other scent you'd ever smelled, almost as if you were permanently damned to having the smell stuck in your nostrils.

Then the hot stomach acid started coming up, and it was coming fast, signaling you needed a trashcan now. You bolted towards the nearest bathroom, preferring to take a chance on making a mess in a hallway rather than the kitchen. You passed Steve and Bucky on your way there, both men stopping dead in their tracks to watch as you ran into the bathroom only a few feet behind them.

"Huh," Steve mumbled, his heart throbbing at the sight of you.

"Sometimes I get sick when I look at you too, punk."

Bucky chuckled at his own joke, earning a glare from Steve.

"Go check on her for me, please."

"Always. But I won't keep giving you updates on her, y'know? It's not fair to her, Steve," Bucky sighed.

Steve only nodded in understanding, a smile only staying on his lips for a few seconds. He patted Bucky's back before turning on his heels and continuing on his path.

Your stomach clenched harder, and the vomit raced up your throat faster than ever. You barely got to the toilet before retching and gagging again, feeling instant relief when the bile finally came up. But then came a sudden second wave of nausea that seemed to be worse than the first. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the torture finally ended.

You stood up slowly and made your way to the sink. After tearing off a piece of paper towel, you dampened it under warm water. You wiped your mouth off with the damp napkin and threw it away before opening the door to leave.

"You okay?"

You jumped back slightly, looking over to meet piercing blue eyes. There was Bucky leaning up against the wall next to the bathroom door with his arms crossed.

"Jesus, Buck. You stalking me?"

"Stalking you? Definitely not. If I wanted to stalk someone, I'd find someone more interesting who doesn't eat half pints of vanilla bean ice cream and watch Pride and Prejudice or The Notebook every night," he jokes.

"Hey! It's how I cope and get over things; it's soothing."

"Yet you still pine over him, so how's that working out for ya?"

"...not great. Maybe I do need a new method, huh?"

The two of you exchange a laugh, and you start making your way back to the kitchen with Bucky right on your heels.

"So, are you okay?" he questions again.

"Just felt a little sick, that's all. And, hey, here's a tip: don't ever smell a rotten egg, it's not a pleasant experience," you say with a soft sigh.

He chuckles at your joke and replies, "Thank you for that. I'll remember that."

When you make it to the kitchen, he plants himself on a bar stool only a few feet away from you. You decide to continue making your cookies, holding your breath as you clean up the old egg.

"Wow, I can smell that from here. You weren't lying. That is bad."

His nose turns up and his face scrunches, earning a giggle from you. You two chat as you make the dough, and soon enough, you're finished baking. As you put the last cookies on the tray, Bucky stands up to get a closer look.

"God. Per usual, those smell amazing," he groans, reaching for one of the hot sweets.

You swat his hand away with a laugh. "Not until they're cooled down!"

He fakes a frown that makes you laugh again. You shake your head, making a 'tsk' noise at him.

"You're a menace, Buck," you joke.

He only shrugs his shoulders with a lopsided grin, then he pulls you into a hug. "Somebody has to get on your nerves. It keeps you distracted and on your feet," he teases.

"Thank you for being here for me."

Your body relaxes in his arms. You wrap your arms around his upper waist to return the sentiment. You take a deep breath and then pull away from the hug.

"How are you feeling, by the way?"

"It's almost like it never happened," you smirk.

"That's a lie, and you know it."

You're about to speak again, but close your mouth as soon as it opens. The nausea pools in your stomach again, forcing a huff out of you.

"I think I'm gonna be sick again."

"You're still feeling that bad over it?"

"No, I genuinely think I'm gonna throw up again, Buck," you say hurriedly, pushing by him to get back to the bathroom. "Put those cookies in a bag, Barnes! They're all yours!"

He chuckles and holds his thumb up in the air, even though you can't see it. "And you get yourself to the doctor, l/n."

And going to the doctor is exactly what you chose to do.

Well, almost.

You instead chose to go to the lab with Tony and Bruce, and you only decided to go after about the fourth wave of nausea that came around five hours after the first. Which is how you ended up in the lab with grippy socks on and a cold Sprite in hand as you await blood and urine test results.

"So, how are you holding up, kid?" Tony asks, his eyes glued to his computer.

"Been better, had better days."

He looks away from his computer for a moment, making eye contact with you. "I could just kill him for hurting you, and I hope you know that," he states, his voice carrying nothing but genuine honesty.

"Aw, Tony, you're just like the dad I never dreamed of having—violently overprotective and overdramatic."

Bruce chuckles, but Tony just rolls his eyes, focusing back on his computer.

"That's what I get for trying to be nice to you," Tony scoffs, trying his best to hide the smile that wants to creep onto his face.

"I'm going to take a walk, Tony. I'll be back in a few minutes," Bruce announces as he rises from his chair. "If the computer beeps, it's her results coming back."

"Got it," Tony responds plainly, entirely too distracted by something on his screen.

The computer beeps only a few minutes after Bruce walks out, indicating an update to your information. Tony swivels his chair over to the big screen and pulls up your test results. He studies them carefully, not saying a word.

"So...what's wrong with me?"

He's still silent when he turns to face you. At first, he looks shocked, but then his brows furrow and his eyes narrow ever so slightly. If you hadn't known him for as long as you have, you'd think he was judging you based on his facial expression, but you knew he wasn't. He looked conflicted and confused, almost hesitant.

"What is it, Tone? You're freaking me out here. Is it the flu? A stomach bug? Food poisoning?"

"How about a baby?"

Your jaw drops, literally. The words pool in your mind, and your brain starts feeling like it's going to explode from all the different emotions and thoughts. You start to feel sick to your stomach again but manage to push the feeling down.

"I..." you start, unable to find the words to finish.

"I'm sorry, y/n. I won't tell anyone, okay? Not even Bruce. We need to set you up with a doctor. I have an amazing one I can call to come here and-"

"I appreciate that, Tony, but I need time to think first. We'll, uhm, talk tomorrow if that's okay."

"Of course," he empathizes, a sympathetic smile tugging at his lips. "Come here, kid."

You shuffle your way into his open arms, not having the energy to return the hug. He pulls away after a few seconds and allows you to step back.

"I think I'm gonna go...or something... I don't know," you mumble, making your way towards the door.

"Hey, y/n?"

"Yeah?"

"If this is something you want, don't let him ruin it for you."

As soon as you leave the lab, it's like you're on autopilot.

Your feet took you to the downstairs office, then outside, and then to your car. When you get into your car, you tell yourself you're going to the store to grab some more ice cream. But your heart has other ideas; ideas such as Steve.

So, you drive yourself all the way to Steve's apartment, just wanting to be comforted by the familiarity for a moment. Then, somehow, you end up outside the front door of what used to be your shared space.

Your soft knock pulls Steve from the closest to sleep he's been in weeks. He curses under his breath, loathing whoever is at the door for ruining his chance at a few minutes to hours of peace.

However, that hate replaces itself with regret and adoration as soon as he opens the door to reveal your slouched-over form. Steve recognizes that look on your face, along with your body language, and it's evident that something is wrong.

As if you showing up at his door isn't surprising enough, you look up at him before letting yourself fall into his arms. He stands in shock as you lay your head on his warm and familiarly sculpted chest. Then sobs wrack through you, shaking your whole body, and that's all it takes for him to give into instinct and wrap his arms around you. The heat of his body and the feeling of his embrace provide a warming comfort as you cry into his shirt, only coaxing you further to let it all go.

One of his hands rubs your back gently while he holds you. "Y/n? What's wrong, honey? Talk to me," he coos.

You feel a tightness in your chest, a feeling that you can't put into words right now even if you tried your hardest to. In fact, all you can do is cry more as you hold tightly onto the sides of his shirt. You practically crumble into his chest, melting in his arms, and Steve understands. That's what made you fall for him in the first place, honestly - he always understands.

So, with no more words spoken, he holds you in the same doorway you walked out of only a couple of weeks ago. He holds you in that doorway until your tears slow and your breathing returns to normal. At some point, his thick fingers begin combing through your hair soothingly, the same way they used to every night at bedtime.

"I don't know what your stance on kids before marriage and after a breakup is, but you should figure it out soon," you mutter into his chest.

His body freezes, and his mind scrambles to catch up with your words. He looks down at your head, his eyebrows furrowing as he tries to make sense of the situation.

Are you truly saying what he thinks you are? You couldn't be...

"I'm pregnant, Steve."

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glorystark · 18 days

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His Saviour | Part 1

Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: You disobey one of Steve's orders in a mission but you don't think about the consequences...

Warnings: (TRIGGER WARNING!) mentions of self harm and suicide, mentions of killing and torturing, pure Angst no happy ending, mentions of injures, dark!Steve Rogers, swearing, minor spoilers of Black Widow, Steve being an asshole in general

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Featuring: The original 6

Disclaimer: please don't read this if you're not comfortable with any of the topics below or/and if they trigger you. This is just a fiction and it's never ok to act like this. I'm not romanticizing any of these topics and this behaviour!

You are sitting in the Quinjet, observing everyone who is injured in different ways. Natasha has been stabbed in her right thigh, Clint’s left ankle has been twisted, and Bruce, although not injured, appears exhausted due to a significant code green call, during which Nat almost lost him trying to retrieve him. Thor has a few scratches on his face. Everyone’s faces show bruising in different areas, and their bodies are still aching. But you, you have been injured the most. Your right wrist is broken, and you have been shot in your left leg, though the bullet wasn’t deep and didn't cause major damage; otherwise, you probably would have passed out by now. You still have trouble breathing, and your voice is sore because one of the HYDRA agents almost choked you to death. Your face is bruised, you can only open your right eye halfway, and your lips are swollen. The numbness has made it so you can barely feel any pain. When everyone saw you upon returning to the jet, they were extremely worried. You didn’t possess inhuman powers and weren't a super soldier, but you used to be a well-trained assassin and spy in the Red Room, closely partnered with Natasha Romanoff before joining S.H.I.E.L.D. So, it was surprising for the team to see you so battered, though they understood the mission was challenging.

Everyone needed a break upon returning to the tower. Initially, everyone thought it was a straightforward mission: infiltrate a high-security HYDRA base, get two flash drives containing vital and dangerous information, and exit. What no one knew was that it was a trap, with far more agents present than expected. Eventually, you managed to escape, but only securing one of the flash drives.

As everyone settled back in the jet, Bruce finished removing the bullet from your leg and bandaging Nat’s thigh. Thor bragged to Tony about his usual lack of injuries on missions, joking that he could have taken down all the HYDRA agents that day if he hadn’t been 'unlucky', which elicited laughter from Tony. Clint checked on Nat while she recounted a memory from Budapest. Meanwhile, you contemplated going home for a long shower until you noticed Steve, whose eyes were fixed on you with intensity. Confused, you assumed he was lost in thought, but you were wrong.

“How could you be so reckless?!" Steve's voice boomed through the jet as he stood up from his seat, his gaze piercing into yours. Everyone stopped what they were doing, surprised by his uncharacteristically loud tone, given his usually calm demeanor, even when upset. You looked at him, uncertain of what to say. You understood why he was angry; you had disobeyed an order. However, if not for your 'disobedience,' you wouldn't have acquired half the information you have now. To you, this seemed like Steve Rogers throwing a typical Captain America tantrum.

“Well, are you going to answer, or are you too stupid to respond to a simple question?" he growled, advancing toward your seat.

“I wasn't being-" you began to mutter, only to be interrupted by Steve.

“Speak up," he demanded, his voice cutting you off. You met his gaze, puzzled by his demeanor.

“I wasn't being reckless; I was being thoughtful. The-" you tried to explain, but Steve interrupted again.

"Thoughtful?! You call that thoughtful?! Really, Y/n? It's clear you don't understand the difference between stupidity and thoughtfulness.” he retorted.

“Will you stop interrupting me?" you interjected, your voice growing louder as you rose from your seat. You locked eyes with Steve, standing almost chest to chest in front of each other.

“I wouldn't have interrupted you if I knew any useful words were going to come out of your mouth," he countered, finally yelling, causing everyone but you to flinch.

“You have no right to yell at me like this, Steve.” you asserted, standing up for yourself.

"I have EVERY right to yell at you, you-" he began, but you cut him off this time.

"Why are you making it seem like I committed a crime? Yes, I agree it was wrong for me to enter that room alone, but I retrieved the flash drive we needed, didn't I?" you challenged.

“That is not the point right now. The point is, I'm your captain, and I gave a strict, direct order not to enter that room, and you disobeyed me.” he stated firmly.

That was all true. When you disobeyed his order, you knew he would be angry, but not to this extent.

You sprinted down the hallway, incapacitating every HYDRA agent in your path. You tried not to use your gun too often, knowing there would likely be guards in the room.

"Steve, I found the room," you said through your earpiece. You subdued the agent guarding the room where the flash drives were, and as the door swung open, more than twenty HYDRA agents stood before you, blocking your view of the drives on the computer table.

“Y/n, what did you just say? Get out of there now! Do you even know how many agents are in there?" Steve's urgent voice echoed in your ear.

“I do now," you replied, still facing the agents, who were also eyeing you cautiously.

"Y/n, this is an order. Get. Out. Of. There. Now.” Steve commanded, his tone almost a shout.

“Sorry, Steve, but people's lives depend on this.” you declared, charging toward the agents, disregarding Steve's pleas for you to retreat.

“Steve, I really don't understand what the big deal is. I got one of the drives, and yes, I went alone, but at least I obtained something that will help us.” you reasoned, taking a seat.

“Alright, y/n, I'm definitely sure now that you are deaf. You entered a room with so many HYDRA agents-" he began, only to be cut off by you.

“They were like 10 and they were really weak-" you defended.

“They were 27 trained assassins!” he corrected, making you widen your eyes.

"And do I need to remind you that your leg has been shot, and you can barely keep your eyes open, not to mention the rest of your injuries." he added mockingly.

“Okay, Steve, I get it, and I'm sorry for being reckless. Can we let this go now?" you pleaded, sitting down.

“Let this go?!" he started laughing, though his laugh lacked any humor. Everyone looked at Steve, unable to believe his behavior. They never expected him to speak to you this way, especially in front of the whole team.

You and Steve had been friends since meeting during the Battle of New York. You had a lot in common and quickly connected. A few months later, at one of Tony's parties, he kissed you, and the following day, he asked you out. It had been six months since then, and Steve treated you like a princess. He called you his savior because you helped him adjust to life after being thawed from the ice. He adored you. You had a few minor disagreements, but they were hardly fights, more like disagreements. You could never stay mad at each other, and now you couldn't believe the man who was laughing at you and humiliating you was the same person.

"Steve, I think that's enough," Nat finally intervened, her voice calm yet firm.

"Is it really? I think baby y/n hasn't learned her lesson yet.” Steve retorted sarcastically.

“Fuck you, Steve. You can't speak to me like that. I'm not a kid. If it wasn't for me, we wouldn't even have that one drive, and god knows how many people could have died. But you can't even realize that because I disobeyed ‘Captain America's orders,' and no one is allowed to disobey America's 'hero.' The only kid between us is you!” you shot back, your voice rising, though not as loud as Steve's had been.

“I'm a kid, y/n? Really? And what are you, a hero? Do you expect me to thank you now? Do you expect all of us to be on our knees thanking you?!" Steve challenged.

“That is not what I said!" you finally snapped.

The tension in the room escalated, and the team grew more uncomfortable by the second.

Steve smirked at your angered state.

“What's the matter, y/n? You seem a little bit defensive. I thought you liked being a hero. You know, because of the guilt, since you started killing and torturing people at the age of 8.”he said, still wearing the hurtful smirk on his face.

The whole team gasped, especially Natasha, whose story paralleled yours. You looked at Steve, unable to believe what he had just said.

“You seem shocked, Agent y/l/n. Oh, and Natasha, don't take this the wrong way. We all make mistakes in our life, but at least after we realize our mistakes, we try to make them up as soon as we can and not run away like a coward.” Steve continued, ignoring your reaction. You and Natasha widened your eyes, understanding what Steve was referring to."Steve..." Nat began, but Steve cut her off.

“I'm not done yet. Some of y'all look confused, well, let me explain it for you," Steve said, addressing the rest of the team.

"Steve, don't." you murmured, your voice weak now. You weren't even sure if anyone heard you, and you were right. No one heard you, but Steve who chose to ignore you.

“Our dear y/n y/l/n was a well-trained assassin back in the years with Natasha Romanoff in a place called the Red Room, which I'm sure you've heard about. Before even Natasha was out of there, Agent y/l/n found a way to leave the Red Room, a way to save every girl, from children to adults, who were mind-controlled into killing, and even worse. But do you know what she did instead?" he turned around the room, looking at everyone as if it was a show. No one said anything; they just kept looking between you and Steve. It was getting harder for you to focus on your breathing.

“Well, in case you haven't guessed yet, she just left everyone who could've been saved, even her best friend who is sitting right here with us.” he said, pointing at Nat.

“And even though she could've killed Dreykov, who was the leader by the way, with her genius plan, she didn't because she was a coward.” he said, emphasizing the word coward.

You've never felt so small and betrayed. You couldn’t believe he was using your awful past against you. When you confided in him, he comforted you, assuring you it wasn't your fault. That you’ve been through a lot and you took the only chance you had to save yourself. And now… now he was a different person.

“Cap that’s enough, it’s not our business what she did in the past. We all did something in some point that we aren’t proud of. She made up for that mistake many times now, since the battle of New York until today’s mission. I’m sure she still feels guilty and you’re just making it worse.” Tony looked at your trembling sight, standing up from his seat and walked towards Steve. The rest of the team nodding along, glad that Tony stood up for you because they were frozen themselves.

“Oh yeah Tony, you’re right I’m sure she feels guilty, don’t you y/l/n?” He looked at you as if you were a kid

Everything about him was hurting you right now. His voice tone that humiliated you in every way, his eyes that sent daggers to your way, his body that was intimidatingly towering yours, his smile which always made you happy and now it was only mocking you. Your throat is dry, your eyes are wet and you feel like your heart is going to come out of your chest in any second. You were hurt and unwell, and everyone could see that, everyone but Steve.

“Agent y/I/n do you feel guilty about your past?" He repeated his sarcastic question.

"I wouldn't worry about that too much since you have a good way to cope with your guilt right?" He continued.

You looked up at him frighteningly, understanding where he was going.

“Steve don't you dare." you whispered, finally being able to say something.

Everyone was confused since they had no idea what you both were talking about.

“you seem scared agent." Steve smirked at you sending shivers down your spine. It hurts so much more that he wasn't even using your name anymore, he felt like a stranger to you.

“SHUT UP!" you had never yelled so loud in your life, the whole jet shook. Everyone flinched but Steve. It seemed like he was waiting for this.

“Come on y/n are you that afraid of everyone knowing how you used to deal with your problems, or do you still do it?"

Everyone was quite once again, something in them wanted to know what Steve was talking about but they also didn't because of the way you reacted.

You looked at him not saying anything but your eyes were begging him to stop. You've never been in such a vulnerable position, especially considering everything you’ve been through.

“oh don't tell me you're gonna cut your wrists open again because you feel guilty you didn't get the second driver."

Everyone froze and widened their eyes, silence filling the jet. No one knew that you used to harm yourself until you started dating Steve, he was the first person to ever know. You felt so comfortable around him that you didn't want to have any untold secrets.

You thought about what if you guys break up but you convinced yourself that even if you guys separate your ways from each other at some point, you're definitely going to stay friends and he's never going to tell your secret to anyone because you believed he was a good man. You trusted him more than yourself and now he proved you all wrong.

You didn't cut anymore, because you found a way to save people. If it wasn't for Nick Fury, making you join the team you'd be long gone by now. But you didn't have a reason anymore, you were happy you had a new family and a new job, everything was perfect for you. Now you felt alone all over again and you didn't even blame Steve, you blamed yourself. You failed.

You started trembling more and started to see black spots. The team walked towards you to see if you were okay. Thor pushed Steve away, "Stay away from her," he warned, before walking to you. You heard Tony and Natasha yelling at Steve, Clint trying to calm them down but looking angry himself, Bruce and Thor asking you if you were alright, but you couldn’t hear anything anymore. It was so loud, but you only heard annoying mumbles. You let out a sob before passing out in the strong arms of the god, the last thing you saw being Steve's worried eyes…

A/N: This was my first (published) fan fiction. I apologise for any writing and/or grammar mistakes considering that English isn’t my first language. Feel free to correct me! If you enjoyed this, please let me know and let me know if you want to be tagged in the upcoming posts! (This fic will make a twist;))

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charzard-lord · 1 year

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Breaking Point (Avengers/Reader)

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Fluff, comfort, slight angst, language

Pairings: (All intended as platonic but can be read however you want) Steve/Reader, Tony/Reader, Loki/Reader, Bruce/Reader, Natasha/Reader

Key: ☁️🧸💣🤝☂️

Summary: You have been overwhelmed with emotions, always taking on your teammates burdens. You finally snap and the team comforts you.

A/N: This has been sitting in my drafts for a long time and I wasn’t sure I was even gonna post it but then I though ‘hey I haven’t posted in a while and I’ve got this just laying around so why not’. Anyways have this little fic. Hopefully more will be coming very soon! As always thank you for interacting with my fics! Enjoy! :)

You stretch and yawn as you make your way to the kitchen. You were hoping to get a few more hours of sleep than you did, but you’ll take what you can get.

“Good morning,” Steve greets you without looking up. He is seated at the counter, eating a muffin as he reads the morning paper.

“Mhm,” is your only response as you walk over to the cabinet and grab a mug. It’s too early for you to converse.

You go through the motions of making your morning coffee when you feel someone hug you from behind.

“Hey there, sleepyhead,” Tony speaks directly into your ear and you shrug him off. He steps back with a chuckle.

“It’s too early for this shit,” you groan, attempting to grab the sugar, but someone else gets to it before you can.

“I don’t think you need this, dove. You’re already sweet enough,” you look over to see Loki holding the container in his left hand, grinning smugly at you. You roll your eyes and try to grab it, but he is much taller than you. He raises his arm, the sugar now just out of reach.

“Seriously? Loki, please,” you whine, leaning against him. “It’s too early,” you repeat your previous statement, this time mumbling it into Loki’s chest. He laughs, low and hearty, enveloping you in a gentle hug.

You stay like this for a moment, feeling him relax into your touch. When you’re sure his guard is down, you lunge for the sugar. You take it from his hand and back away before he can trap you again.

“You tricked me,” he says, feigning offense, but his soft smile betrays him. You stick your tongue out in response, focusing your attention back on the cup of coffee you’ve been trying to make.

After a few minutes, you finally have your coffee. Letting out a sigh of relief, you walk into the living room and sit in one of the chairs, looking forward to having a relaxing moment. But living with the Avenger’s means there is never a dull moment.

Not even ten seconds later, there is a loud crash in the kitchen, as Natasha comes barreling in.

“What the hell, Tony?” she yells.

You sip at your coffee, pretending not to notice the commotion.

“And that’s my cue to leave,” Tony says, presumably attempting to exit the room. Natasha is hot on his heels though, refusing to let him escape unpunished. You remind yourself not to get on her bad side.

“Typical,” Bruce exhales, taking a seat next to you. You glance over and shrug your shoulders, sighing deeply.

“Yup,” you reply, continuing to drink your coffee and choosing to ignore the chaos happening in the next room.

For the first few moments, you do a pretty good job. You’re able to effortlessly block out the noise as you enjoy your hard earned beverage. That is, until Natasha throws Tony into the living room.

He crashes directly into you, sending you and your coffee flying. You hit the ground hard, your favorite mug shattering as the scalding liquid spreads across the floor and seeps into your top, staining the white fabric.

Everyone freezes, holding their collective breath as they stare at you with wide eyes. You are the most powerful Avenger, and arguably, the most powerful being the world has ever seen. No one wants to face your wrath.

You close your eyes and inhale sharply through your nose, rising from where you lay on the floor.

You turn your attention to Tony, glaring at him with the fury of a thousand suns. He immediately tries to reason with you.

“Hey, we were just messing around -” you step on his chest, effectively cutting him off.

“Stay. Put.” he shuts his mouth and nods his head, eyes wide with fright. You reach next to him and pick up the broken pieces of your mug.

All eyes are on you as you walk back to the kitchen, placing the pieces on the counter. The air is tense and deadly quiet.

You squeeze your eyes shut, fighting the urge to cry. You’re so tired. You just wanted to have a relaxing morning.

Loki says your name, but you ignore it and push past him, storming off to your room. As soon as you enter the threshold, you slam the door shut and flop onto your bed, unable to stop the tears.

It’s a stupid thing to cry over, you know, but this has been building for a while now. You’ve been so busy taking care of everyone else and making sure that they’re okay, that you’ve ended up neglecting your own needs. Between the stress of missions and trying to carry the burdens of all your teammates, you’ve burnt yourself out. So really, it’s not even about the mug at all.

There is a soft knock at your door. You clear your throat and swallow hard.

“Go away,” you pray that whoever it is doesn’t pick up on the fact that you’ve been crying.

To your dismay, your bedroom door begins to open. You scramble to compose yourself, not wanting anyone to see you like this. Weak. Vulnerable.

“What do you want?” you spit, hoping your venomous tone will scare them away. It doesn’t.

Bruce peeks his head in, smiling sheepishly, before opening the door to reveal three of your teammates standing awkwardly in the hall.

Steve nudges Tony, who clumsily steps forward, looking unsure of himself. If you weren’t in such a foul mood, you might laugh. The great and confident Tony Stark, now twiddling his thumbs and refusing to make eye contact.

You cross your arms over your chest, trying your best to look annoyed.

“I’m sorry,” Tony says, still refusing to look at you. “I know that was your favorite mug and I’m really sorry,”

You scoff and roll your eyes.

“It’s not about the fucking mug,”

Everyone looks at you and suddenly, you want the ground to swallow you whole. When you realize they’re all waiting for you to elaborate, you sigh and turn your back to them.

“It’s just -” you suck in a breath and shake your head. “I’m so tired. Of the fighting and the worry and the -” you cut yourself off, taking a moment to compose yourself.

“I can’t keep carrying everyone’s burdens,” you say after a long while, turning to face them again. Everyone is silent for a moment, eyes wide in shock, before Natasha finally speaks.

“I - we had no idea,” she says, taking a step toward you. She reaches out, searching your eyes for permission. When you show no signs of objection, she surprises everyone by enveloping you in a tight hug.

You slowly wrap your arms around her, letting yourself relax into her touch. You feel more arms surrounding you, and realize that everyone is holding each other in a big group hug. Before you have a chance to stop it, you start to cry, releasing all your sorrow and grief.

You stay like that for a while, your teammates holding you as you cry and whispering soothing words. Eventually, you pull away from one another. You look at everyone in the room and smile.

“Thank you,” you say, wiping a few stray tears from your face.

“Any time,” they reply in unison.

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sycamorelibrary754 · 5 months

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Guardian Angel

Chapter 4: Fly Me to the Moon

Summary: In your worst moment, Wanda is there for you.

Warnings: Trigger Warning—car accident, blood, injuries, hospital, surgery.

Word Count: 3k

A/N: This was an intense chapter. 😭 Shoutout to @arlana-likes-to-write for helping me with some dialogue at the end.

Guardian Angel Masterlist

On this gloomy Friday morning, you came to the decision that if you had a superpower, it would be the ability to fly. You could effortlessly soar above the annoying traffic and get to work on time. However, the sad reality is that you are no superhero. You can barely work the defroster in your car.

This morning, you woke up to the realization that your alarm had failed to go off. You had overslept and were now rushing to get ready for work. You had to forego your usual morning routine of sipping on coffee and listening to relaxing music, which usually helped you start your day on a positive note. Instead, you took a hurried shower and got dressed as quickly as you could. You had to get out of the door as soon as possible to avoid getting stuck in the morning traffic. The rain outside only added to your sense of urgency. As you drove across town, you couldn't help but worry about getting to work on time. The Candy Bar had recently become increasingly busy, especially with the start of the holiday season. You were hesitant to leave Harper to handle the rush all by herself.

Rain lashed against your windshield. The windshield wipers whipped back and forth over the window of your black Honda Acura, attempting to clear away the large droplets clinging to the glass. Wary of the number of cars around, you gripped the steering wheel a bit tighter. As you approached the intersection of Second Avenue and Crosby Street, your traffic light turned green. You began to cross the threshold of the intersection when suddenly, a green car to your right rushed through the intersection at full speed, presumably trying to beat the red light. It happened so fast that you barely saw it coming out of the corner of your eye. You quickly slammed on the brakes and tried to turn the car to avoid a direct collision. The sound of your car's screeching brakes and tires skidding on the wet pavement shattered the silence of the street. In that split second, images of your life flashed across your mind like a slideshow. You saw yourself as a child, your high school graduation, your first day of college, and the day you opened The Candy Bar. All these moments seemed to flash before your eyes as you struggled to regain control of your car. But it was too late. Your car was struck with a tremendous force, causing it to flip once, then twice before landing upside down in the middle of the street. The last thing you remembered before the airbag deployed was the sound of shattering glass and the distant sound of cars piling up. Everything went black after that.

*^~^*

Natasha was undeterred by bad weather. She ran like clockwork every morning, converting her emotional pain into miles covered. She had a warrior spirit that never quit and knew that training was the key to success. Even off the clock, her training stayed with her, making her more alert, confident, and always on the lookout for vulnerabilities.

Maria was better at compartmentalization. Outside of work, a run was a run. That’s why when they both awoke this morning to the relaxing sound of rain, she was keen to skip the run and cuddle in bed with Nat just a bit longer. Unfortunately, she did not win that argument. Which is how she found herself running down the street next to her better half in the rain; hoodie pulled tight over her head. The soundtrack of their morning was the splish splash of their running shoes as they pounded through the puddles that had formed along their usual route.

"Let's go one more block, and then we'll head back," Natasha shouted over the sound of the rain.

"Thank God," Maria whispered.

“What was that, malyshka?”

"Sure thing, sweetheart!" Maria replied, giving a thumbs up.

As you approached the intersection of Second Avenue and Crosby Street, your traffic light turned green. You began to cross the threshold of the intersection when suddenly, a green car to your right rushed through the intersection at full speed, presumably trying to beat the red light. It happened so fast that you barely saw it coming out of the corner of your eye. You quickly slammed on the brakes and tried to turn the car to avoid a direct collision. The sound of your car's screeching brakes and tires skidding on the wet pavement shattered the silence of the street.

In the midst of a peaceful moment, a sudden, piercing screech shattered the tranquility. The two women turned their attention to the source of the noise and were met with the terrifying sight of a black car hydroplaning wildly out of control through the intersection nearby. Their breaths caught in their throats as they watched in horror as a green car, careening recklessly from the opposite direction, slammed into the driver's side door of the spinning vehicle. The black car was sent flying, rolling twice before coming to a rest upside down in the center of the street. The sickening sound of metal bending and glass shattering echoed eerily through the rain-slicked air as multiple cars piled up behind it, as if they had all hit an invisible brick wall.

"Call it in!" yelled Maria.

*^~^*

After dropping her boys off at school, Wanda pulled into her driveway when a call came through on her Bluetooth. She quickly answered the call from FRIDAY's interface, displaying the compound's number.

“Ms. Maximoff, there has been a multi-vehicle accident approximately 2.3 miles from your current location. There are possible fatalities and multiple injuries. The team is on the way and requires your assistance.”

“On my way.”

As soon as Wanda landed on the scene, she could see chaos all around her. Bruce, who had already arrived, was frantically setting up triage to tend to the injured while Maria was busy establishing a secure perimeter to keep the bystanders at a safe distance. The sound of distant sirens could be heard in the background, growing louder with each passing moment, as emergency services rushed to the scene. Onlookers had gathered, their faces etched with worry and fear, as they watched the unfolding events with a mix of shock and disbelief.

“Where do you need me?”

That car took the worst of it,” Natasha interjected, pointing to the overturned black car in the intersection. “See if you can help Stark with the driver!”

Wanda sprinted to the scene and arrived at the car just as Tony touched down, quickly scanning for a heat signature.

“One occupant. Female, early 30s, multiple injuries, vital signs thready,” FRIDAY read.

Wanda crouched down to ground level and tried to peer through the broken window. Droplets of water ran down her skin making it difficult to see. Her breath left her body as she finally took in the sight in front of her. You were still strapped into the driver's seat, the airbag deflated in front of you like an old balloon. Blood was trickling slowly down the side of your bruised and battered face. Wanda stood up and frantically tried to pull open the upside-down door, but the frame was bent badly out of alignment.

"Whoa, Red! What are you doing? There's a safer way," Tony shouted.

“I know her!”

A repulsor ray from Iron Man’s hand quickly cut through the hinge of the car door. Wanda reached inside and unbuckled you from the seat. A trail of blood followed you across the pavement as she carefully slid your unconscious body from the car.

“Don’t do this to me, y/n. I can still feel you.”

Sam rushed over and applied pressure to your stomach wound, his military training kicking in.

“I got this Wanda. Cap and Bucky need your help.”

The redhead looked over to see two super soldiers working to pry twisted metal apart in order to free other drivers from their cars. She then glanced back down at you, her breathing uneven as she hesitated, not wanting to leave your side.

"Friday, please contact the nearest Level One Trauma Center and inform them of the situation," Tony instructed.

“Go!” Sam exclaimed.

Wanda's powers sprang into action, swiftly clearing the debris from the center of the pile-up and creating a path for Steve and Bucky to reach the other victims. The relentless rain showed no signs of letting up, and it was causing water to collect around the wreckage. After what felt like an eternity, Wanda finally made her way back to you, deftly navigating through the maze of broken and battered cars. As she approached, she could see that you were still lying motionless on the ground, a few feet from your vehicle. Meanwhile, Sam and Yelena were working frantically to save you. Sam was applying pressure to your abdominal wound, while Yelena was administering CPR. However, they were so focused on keeping you alive that they failed to notice the fuel leaking from your gas tank. Wanda, on the other hand, could see the puddle forming near them on the ground, and she knew that they needed to move quickly to avoid a potential disaster.

“Sam, Yelena!” she screamed.

Your car ignited in a flash of fire just as Wanda reached you again. The bright flash hit her eyes just before the force of the explosion knocked the three of them back. She acted purely on instinct, containing the explosion in a sphere of glowing red energy. Dropping to the ground in exhaustion as the blast was diffused.

"Well done," Steve praised as he helped Wanda to her feet.

"Where are the first responders, Hill?" asked Bruce.

“The rain and the pile-up are making it difficult to get through. I’m working on it.”

“She can’t wait. We need to get her out of here now,” Sam cautioned, removing his undershirt and packing your wound.

“I’ve got a pulse,” Yelena announced.

"St. Peter’s is the closest hospital," Kate said.

“I’ll clear a path,” Clint offered.

"No," Tony interrupted. "Take her to the compound. Get her to the MedBay. I'll notify Helen." He locked eyes with Wanda.

She looked into Tony's eyes, searching for insincerity, but found none.

“FRIDAY, run an X-ray and CT scan to assess spinal stability,” he ordered.

“The spine is stable, boss,” FRIDAY replied.

“Take her,” Tony ordered.

Wanda picked you up tenderly and vanished into the weeping grey sky. If she hastened, she could reach the compound within five minutes. Wanda prayed silently that you would hold on for that long, while tears streamed down her cheeks.

A sharp intake of breath brought you around as searing pain surged through your broken body. A mixture of blood and water hit your tastebuds. Your vision was blurry and your hair was falling wetly in front of your eyes, but you could just make out Wanda’s face staring down at you. Her eyes began to glow red, and you felt the same sense of calm wash over you as the day you met her.

“Stay with me, y/n. We’re almost there.”

Your eyes grew heavy as you succumbed to unconsciousness once more.

*^~^*

“Concussion, ruptured spleen, two cracked ribs, shattered collarbone, collapsed lung, fractured ankle.”

As Wanda stood there, her hands instinctively flew to her mouth, trying to suppress the gasp that threatened to escape her lips. The tears in her eyes were a clear indication of the emotions that were bubbling inside her. She couldn't bring herself to accept what she was hearing, but as Dr. Cho went on reciting the list of injuries you sustained, the harsh reality of the situation hit her like a ton of bricks.

“She’s in surgery right now. We can try to regenerate the damaged tissue with the cradle once she is stable. The nano-molecular functionality is instantaneous, but with the severity and number of injuries, it’s going to take some time. Y/N will have a long road to recovery ahead of her.”

Wanda simply nodded her head, too afraid to say anything that might cause her to break down.

“Do you know if she has any family we should notify?”

“No, I don’t. I’m sorry,” barely above a whisper.

“It’s going to be a long day. You look exhausted, why don’t you try and get some rest? I’ll have FRIDAY notify you when there is an update.”

“No, no, I’ll stay. I just need to call Darcy to see if she can pick up the boys from school, but I’ll stay. I want to be here when she wakes up,” Wanda said somberly.

Helen placed a comforting hand on Wanda’s shoulder before turning and walking back into the Operating Room. The redhead sat down on the sofa in the corner of the Med Bay, unable to process everything that had happened in the last hour. Her mind replays the image of your broken figure lying upside down and motionless in your car. She glanced down at the drops of your blood staining her shirt, the shock prevented her from feeling anything.

The sound of the rain outside continued to fill the room, as Wanda sat in the compound waiting room. Nurses and doctors walked in and out, their faces unfamiliar to her. She sat there, anxiously watching the clock, as one hour turned into two, and then three. Suddenly, a text message from Darcy lit up her phone, offering to help with the boys for as long as she needed. Wanda felt grateful for the offer, and quickly sent a reply thanking her. She took off her coat and balled it up to create a makeshift pillow. She curled up on one end of the sofa and let her gaze linger on the door of the operating room. The redhead felt her eyelids grow heavy, and soon she fell asleep within minutes, her body relaxed and at ease.

A gentle nudge on her shoulder woke Wanda after half an hour. She looked up to see Sam and Yelena standing nearby.

“Mhmm, what are you guys doing here?” She murmured.

“We wanted to see how she was doing,” Sam said.

“Y/N”

“Y/N,” Sam repeated.

“How is she?” Yelena asked, taking a seat beside her.

I don't know," she said as she dragged her hands down her tired face. "I spoke to Helen when they first brought her into the OR, but I haven't heard anything since. She's in pretty bad shape," tears threatening to fall again. "What happened after I left the scene? Were there any casualties?

“No, thankfully.” Sam shared. There were a few other serious injuries; broken back, internal bleeding, severe whiplash. The first responders were able to get through a couple of minutes after you left. Hill wants to have a meeting with law enforcement to discuss how we can work together to improve response times.”

Wanda struggled to speak, her words catching in her throat. "Thank you for what you both did for her," she finally managed to say.

Sam placed his hand on Wanda's thigh and said, "I'll be back with a change of clothes for you."

"Can I ask how you know y/n?" Yelena asked softly once they were alone.

“… She was… is the woman I helped in the café, and I bought the candy for Billy and Tommy’s birthday from her sweet shop.”

“Does she know you have feelings for her?”

“What are you talking about?”

"Oh, little witch. Don’t tell me you are that deep in denial?" she says, her voice laced with a mix of disbelief and concern. "We risk our lives every day to help people survive the worst moment of their lives. We are trained to do so with composure and presence of mind because otherwise, we risk letting our emotions affect our actions in the field," she continues. “You can't argue with that - it's the truth. I’ve fought alongside you for almost three years, and in all that time I’ve never seen you react the way you did today. You care for her," she says, her tone softening.

Wanda averted her gaze from Yelena, fixing it instead on an imaginary point on the dull white wall right in front of her.

“I barely know her,” Wanda sighed. “She doesn’t know me at all. Honestly, I’m not sure she should,” a single tear rolling down her cheek that she quickly wiped away.

“That is what you think, not what she thinks. Let her in. Sooner rather than later,” placing a loving hand on her arm.

"Wanda?" Helen interjected softly as she walked out of the operating room.

The redhead stood up anxiously. “Y/N is out of surgery and stable. It was touch and go at times, but she pulled through. She’s still under, but you can go sit with her if you’d like. Room 4”

“Thank you, Helen. Thank you,” hugging Helen before looking back at Yelena.

“Go on, I’ll wait here.”

*^~^*

Wanda took a deep breath before opening the door to your room. The sight that greeted her was heartbreaking. Your face had bruises, and your hair was unkempt. You had a nasal cannula on your face, and there were several butterfly stitches. Your left arm was in a sling, and your right leg was in a cast below the knee, propped up gently on a pillow.

Despite your physical appearance, you looked peaceful. If it weren't for the steady beep of the heart rate monitor, she might've thought you were only sleeping. The redhead took a seat at your bedside, unable to take her eyes off you. Wanda could hardly believe she was sitting here. Three weeks ago, she didn't even know you existed. Now she was sitting in your dreary grey hospital room, praying you would wake up soon.

A young nurse walked into the room with a tablet in her hand. She recorded your vital signs and acknowledged Wanda's presence with a nod and a sympathetic smile. After leaving the room, Wanda was left alone with her anxious thoughts. She replayed your two brief encounters in her head and began to worry about your recovery. She couldn't recall you mentioning any family or significant other, which made her concerned about what your recovery would look like if it was true that you were all alone.

As you slowly started to stir, a barely audible groan broke Wanda from her trance. Hearing the sound, her head snapped in your direction. You felt heavy and broken all over your body, and when you tried to shift slightly, everything hurt. Gradually, the blinding light subsided, and you began to take in your surroundings, but you had no idea where you were or how you got there. Panic started to set in before a soft, sweet voice met your ears.

“Y/N, hey, hey… it’s okay. You’re okay. I’m right here.” grasping your hand.

You turned your head and saw Wanda's beautiful green eyes.

“Wanda?” Tears form in your eyes. “What happened? Where am I? What are you—?” Your raspy voice cracked and set you into a coughing fit. Wanda reached across your body and grabbed a cup of water sitting on the bedside table. Helping you to sit up slowly, she held the cup to your lips as you took small sips. She rubbed gentle circles on your back as the coughing subsided and your lungs relaxed.

“Easy, easy.. that’s it,” helping you lay back down. “You were in a car accident, y/n, but you’re going to be okay, I promise. You’re in the MedBay. It’s the hospital wing of the Avengers compound.” You stared at her for a few moments. Your brain was fuzzy, and you were having trouble understanding everything she was saying to you, “Avengers comp—what?” your voice hoarse and tired.

“I’ll get Dr. Cho,” reaching for your call button.

"No, no wait just wait," she did. She said you were in the Avengers compound but that means-no that's impossible. You couldn’t believe you hadn’t recognized her before. "You're an Avenger," you said slowly, her green eyes cast downwards to avoid looking at you. "Right?" You questioned when her silence wasn't a good enough answer. "That's the only way they would allow me in here."

"I am," she finally spoke but her eyes remained trained on the ground. "But I didn't want you to find out." You were a little taken aback by her confession. The stories that surrounded the Avengers were nothing short of heroic.

"Why wouldn't you want me to find out?" You questioned, voice barely above a whisper. "Being an Avenger is amazing. You are a hero. You-" you trailed off as you watched the woman sink into herself. "Wanda, why didn't you want me to know?" Sighing, she bit her lip and looked up at you.

"Does the town of Westview, New Jersey mean anything to you?"

*Chapter 5 coming soon*

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Steve Rogers Fic

I wrote this fic because Chris Evans was declared People's Magazine World's Sexiest Man and it's been a year. I can't believe I only got around to finishing it now.

Y/N’s home could only really be called a villains lair.

It’s high cavernous walls; the gothic spires that towered over the lot; the human-sized gargoyles that lined the dark roof; and the dark exterior cut an imposing figure against the backdrop of the grey sky meeting the even greyer sea. It was perched high above a cliff, carved into the very stone of the mountain.

The frigid salty wind that bellowed from the sea had rain slapping against Steve’s suit, darkening it’s blue leather. He hated the miserable weather, the dark grey sky and the pelting rain reminded Steve of memories of the war that he would rather sooner forget.

But right now, he couldn’t care less.

His feet slapped against the gravel, taking him up to the foyer of Y/N’s home. The large oak doors of her home were slammed shut and Steve found his hands rapping against the wood. He could almost imagine the sound echoing around the cavernous house, up towards Y/N’s room.

Steve knew Y/N didn’t get many visitors and so his presence was an anomaly to her.

She had a sordid reputation after all, one that had her painted as an enemy of the Avengers.

But right now, Steve didn’t care about that.

In fact, all Steve could care about right now was Y/N.

“Y/N, open up!” He banged against the solid doors once again, his body a live wire of buzzing energy and adrenaline begging to be released.

He was met with silence.

The rain was beginning to pelt harder against his body, the wind howling in the distance. The storm was a big one, the biggest of the year if the news was right. Worry and panic seized Steve the moment he heard, his heart thrumming loudly in his throat. Y/N didn’t live in the friendliest of environments and though he knew she would loathe Steve for caring about her, he couldn’t help it.

“Y/N!”

Still no response.

He could break down the door. She’d hate him for sure but she’d always hated him. At least this way, he knew she was okay.

“Y/N, I swear—“

“Rogers?”

Her voice had been swallowed by the wind and if it wasn’t for his exceptional hearing, Steve wouldn’t have heard her lovely voice.

The relief that seized him nearly had his knees buckling to the ground. He spun, meeting Y/N’s E/C eyes, wide with surprised and confusion. Despite the hard sleets of rain that continued to rain down, she was perfectly dry, not a strand of hair out of place. Her face was perfectly made up, her lips painted a beautiful red, rouge streaking her cheeks. She looked wonderful and alive.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Y/N didn’t sound as furious as she usually did, simply confused. As if seeing Steve standing in her front door had stunned her to silence.

Steve didn’t care. He reached for her, relieved to find her hard and solid beneath her hands and not some ghostly apparition.

“There’s a storm,” Steve panted, eyes locking to Y/N’s own E/C ones, “biggest of the year. I-I thought… I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

Her eyes fluttered in surprise. “You… you wanted to see if I was okay?”

Steve nodded, unabashed. He was glad to see that she was fine and there was no hiding the relief that had him straightening.

He knew he wasn’t suppose to care about her. She was the villain and he was a hero. He was suppose to hate her, capture her right now for whatever nefarious scheme she was no doubt plotting to take down the Avengers.

But he didn’t care about that right now.

He didn’t care about their roles and he certainly didn’t care about what his teammates would say or what other people would say. Right now, all he cared about was her.

Y/N seemed to hesitate before she pushed past him and opened her heavy front door as easily as if it was made of plastic.

A roaring fire was raging in the hearth of her living room, the smell of cookies baking in the oven like an invitation to Steve, begging him to enter through the threshold.

“Why don’t you come in?” Y/N said softly, waiting by the opened door. “Maybe wait for the storm to settle before you leave?”

Steve looked down at his sodden clothes, at the fat drops of water that dripped to the floor. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. I might ruin your furniture.”

Y/N stretched out her hand towards him, her fingers hovering above his face. A strange warm sensation enveloped Steve, like a blanket had suddenly been wrapped around his shoulders. Steve looked down, his clothes suddenly dried. His hair, that was once plastered on his forehead, was now dry and fluffy and not a drop of water splashed on his shoes. In fact, even the puddle that had steadily gathered around his feet had been wiped cleaned, lightening the once dark wood. Magic was strange but there was no denying its benefits.

“Come on in.” Y/N stepped aside, her face impassive.

Despite racing here upon learning of the raging storm, Steve hesitated now. He’d never been inside of Y/N’s home and though their relationship was more or less antagonistic, it felt strange to have her invite him to her sanctuary. He felt like an intruder, rifling through Y/N’s innermost secrets in the hope of gleaning information to use against her in their next confrontation.

Thunder rumbled loudly above their heads followed by a flash of lightning that briefly illuminated Y/N’s features. She was peering at him through her lashes, her lips pursed as if she herself was unsure she should let Steve in. He wondered if she’d turn him away now.

Instead, she further leaned into the door, opening the entrance even wider. “I don’t bite. Well, I don’t bite hard. So come on in before I magic you into a deep sleep and you can have Stark kiss you awake.”

The smell of cookies continued to waft through the opened door and that was enough to convince Steve to get in.

He felt warm almost immediately, the chill that had previously gripped him suddenly chased away by the magic in the atmosphere. The smell of melted butter further saturated his nose, the warm fire raging in the living room permanently removing the chill of the outside world.

“Shoes off,” Y/N said as she removed her own shoes, placing it neatly on the shoe rack by the door.

Steve followed suit, desperately trying to remove the feeling of awkwardness that seized him.

Y/N walked into her home, not bothering to wait for Steve to follow her.

Despite the imposing exterior of Y/N’s home, the interior told a different story. It was warm and inviting, the walls painted a rich green and covered with beautiful paintings. Red velvet furniture was scattered all about the space, the most notable being the large floor-to-ceiling bookshelves that covered the right side of the room. It was filled with books and different sculptures decorated the empty spaces. There was even a medieval suit of armor between the shelves. There was a staircase to the left, leading to what Steve could only assume was the bedrooms. A lush carpet was laid before him, covering the whole expanse of the room.

Steve followed Y/N, who’d walked through the a door next to the fireplace.

The smell of baking cookies intensified, causing Steve’s mouth to water. He’d always had a bit of a sweet tooth and even now, in the presence of his enemy, he couldn’t deny the pang of cravings.

Y/N led them to a modern kitchen, one that was vastly different from the living room they’d just left. There was a kitchen island in middle with white leather seats lining the side and even a breakfast nook big enough for eight people towards the right. There was a TV on the farthest wall of the nook, turned off and quiet. The panels of the countertops were a gleaming marble, the walls painted a pretty light blue. There were two refrigerators, wide enough to fit at least two people inside and no doubt fully stocked with cooking ingredients and snacks. One of the counters was occupied by an espresso machine, as fully stocked as a busy cafe with equipment Steve didn’t know the name of scattered around the side. The stove was set on the other side, with eight burners set against shiny metal. There were two ovens below it, one of it lit and where no doubt the smell of baking cookies came from. There was a bookshelf to the side below the TV, filled with different cookbooks and some in languages Steve couldn’t understand. While the living room was warm and slightly dark, the kitchen was all light, the walls covered in windows that let in plenty of light even with the dark grey sky.

“I’m sorry for the mess. I wasn’t expecting guests,” Y/N said, the words coming out almost stiffly. An apron magically appeared around her waist and she got around to continuing whatever it was she was doing before Steve got here.

In truth, Steve wasn’t sure where the mess was. The kitchen was clean and pristine without even a speck of dust floating in the air. He wasn’t sure what to say so he stayed silent, his eyes roving around the space.

“Anything you prefer to drink?” Y/N said just as the oven dinged. She pulled open the door of the oven and with the use of her powers, telekinetically moved the hot tray of cookies towards the kitchen isle. “I make a mean cup of coffee. Or if you want some chocolate or tea, I can make those for you too.”

“Coffee sounds great,” Steve said with a slight smile, pushing aside the awkwardness. It was strange, he thought, that the only pieces of conversation Steve ever had with Y/N was when he’d captured her or when she was monologuing her villainous plans or when she was behind bars and was too tired to escape, choosing instead to make idle conversation with Steve.

“You can take a seat, you know,” Y/N gestured at one of the stool in the kitchen island and Steve watched in wonder as what seemed like invisible hands pulled the stool, giving him space to take a seat.

Steve didn’t even hesitate. He took a seat on the stool and silently watched as Y/N used her powers to move the cookies to a cooling rack. An almost white glow seemed to envelop the cookies as they slowly moved from one tray to the next. She moved assuredly, her eyes trained in concentration in the task before her. “How do you like your coffee, Rogers?”

Steve paused, a little surprised by the question but he wasn’t really sure why. She’d already offered to make it for him. Why should he be surprised that she would make it to his liking? “To be honest, I’m not sure.”

At that, she stopped. Her eyes snapped to his face, her brows furrowing in confusion. “You don’t know what kind of coffee you like?”

“Well back then our only option was black. No cream or sugar because of the war. There’s all these options now and I’ve never really got around to exploring them before.”

With the way Y/N stared at him, it was a miracle a hole hadn’t burned through his forehead.

“Why don’t I make you my go to coffee order so you can give it a try? You aren’t allergic to anything, right?”

“I’ll have whatever you’ll have. I was allergic to whole bunch of things before the serum but I’m not anymore.”

Y/N simply nodded silently before walking towards the espresso machine and grabbing ingredients from one of the massive fridges. Cartons of milks and bottles of syrups flying out of the fridge in a neat conga line, swaying this way and that.

“I’m a little surprised you didn’t know that I wasn’t allergic to anything,” Steve said, his words trailing off. Y/N was smart, a certifiable genius who could wield magic more effectively than Steven Strange. She wasn’t nearly as powerful as Wanda but there was no denying that she’d give the Scarlet Witch a run for her money if the situation called for it. Steve had expected that Y/N would learn everything there was to know about the Avengers, especially since they were her enemy.

“I did know you weren’t currently allergic to anything,” Y/N said, her words almost indecipherable over the loud din of the brewing espresso. “It would have been rude of me not to ask so I did.”

Oh.

Well, Y/N was nothing if not impeccably well mannered.

She turned to him then, her gaze pure unbendable steel as her eyes locked to his. “Steve, what are you really doing here? I haven’t done anything remotely villainous for the past few months.”

“I told you, the storm.” Even his words sounded feeble in his ears.

“You expect me to believe that you came all this way to, what, protect me from the hurricane? My house is reinforced by magic, Rogers. Nothing can harm me while I’m in here. Not rain, snow, tsunamis, earthquakes or hellfire. And I know you know that. And if what your saying is true and you wanted to warn me about the storm, I’m suppose to suddenly believe that you, what, care about me? So why are you really here?”

The urge to tell her that he really did care about her fought its way out of his throat, scratching and biting and screaming as he struggled to push it back to whatever box it crawled out of. Feeling anything but antagonism for Y/N was a recipe for disaster, one that had the word DOOM spelled out all over it.

The truth is, they were two very different people. Or, at least, Steve desperately hoped that they were different.

He was a good person. He didn’t need a super soldier serum to tell him that he was a good person.

But calling Y/N a villain wouldn’t have been fair to her.

She was so much more.

When it came to Y/N, the lines were always blurred. Even when she did terrible things like murder people, you couldn’t bring yourself to feel bad for any of the people she’d killed because they themselves were monsters. And when she did good, it was far better than any goodness Steve had done in his life. Y/N had been known to heal children sick with cancer, permanently purging their diseases from their bodies. She’d helped protect rape victims and domestic abuse survivors by giving them protective charms.

But because of her methods, because she’d never been afraid to kill and hurt in order to achieve her goals, she’d been labeled a villain.

Her personality changes were enough to give Steve whiplash.

Still, Steve couldn’t deny the obvious attraction between them.

The first time the Avengers had captured her, she had been in a gleeful mood. Almost manic. She’d succeeded in assassinating a high profile senator who was running for the presidency and while his profile was clean cut on the outside, his assassination broke the news that he wasn’t as good as he claimed to be. He’d profited off of a sex-trafficking ring, selling girls as young as 4 to shady buyers looking for slaves. There’d been signs of torture and mutilation on his body and with the way his blood drenched Y/N from head to toe, it was clear she’d felt no remorse for what she’d done.

Steve almost didn’t want to arrest Y/N then and in truth, a part of him had been relieved when she’d escaped her cell. The whole team had silently agreed to not answer any of their phones when she’d initially escaped. Even Nick Fury had agreed to put his phone on silent.

After a week, Y/N was sighted in Madripoor freeing the captured women. The lives of a thousand women in exchange for one horrible, greedy man didn’t seem like a hard exchange in Steve’s eyes. When the Avengers finally arrived on the scene after several pitstops involving coffee, donuts and ice cream, Y/N went with them willingly only after she confirmed that the women would be fine, giving each of them a protective charm that helped them sleep better at night despite the traumas they’d endured.

After that, she’d stretched out her arms, ready for the power-dampening handcuffs that Tony had designed specifically for her. She’d done with an almost gleeful smile on her face, humming an unfamiliar song. Despite the soot, the blood and bruises that marred her pretty face, she was the image of pure contentment.

“Don’t even think of escaping, Y/L/N,” Tony had said as she clasped the manacles around her wrist, the technology whirring to life with a little beep. “With these little guys around your wrist, you can’t use a single iota of your powers.”

She’d smirked at Tony then. “Very bold of you to assume I need magic to escape.”

Steve and Natasha had taken it upon themselves to escort her to her prison cell with the rest of the team staying behind to ensure that all the freed women would be okay.

“You know, I’m almost rooting for you,” Natasha said with a wry smile.

“Almost?” Y/N asked incredulously.

“Scratch that. I am rooting for you.”

Y/N smirked. “I’m a huge fan of yours, too you know. It’s not everyone who can defeat a giant purple alien hellbent on destroying half the universe’s population.”

“What can we say? All in a day’s work.”

“I hope there isn’t any hard feelings between us when I do eventually escape from these restraints.”

“That’s going to depend on how hard you hit us.”

“I’ll try not to throw a punch.”

Y/N eyed Steve on her right, who had been quiet during the whole exchange. “He looks sturdy though. I’m sure I can take both of you in a fight even with my hands tied behind my back. Well, with my hands tied in my front, rather.”

She did manage to escape that time.

One moment she was sitting at the back of the Quinjet, the very image of regality and the next, the manacles were off her hands, with the Quinjet’s hangar opened as she jumped out of it, the whole interaction happening before either Steve or Natasha had even unbuckled their seat belts.

Neither Steve nor Natasha were eager to run after her.

The second time the Avengers captured her, Y/N had paid a visit to a suave businessman who’s whole appeal was his efforts to Go Green!

As it turns out, the only green he was after was money.

Y/N had leaked the news, telling the world about how the businessman’s green message had been nothing but a sham. He’d burned down whole forests to cultivate land in order to create cocaine that he could serve to the masses, exploiting young boys by turning them into dealers and addicts.

Y/N had leaked the story to the press, telling the world about how the businessman’s whole green message was nothing but a lie. Not only was he burning whole forests down to fuel his greed, he’d been doing it to plant cocaine plants, enough to get the whole northern hemisphere high on his supply. It was lucrative business and he’d exploited young boys by forcing them to work in the factory, forcing them to get high to keep them subservient to him.

She’d gone after the businessman first, sending a message to the world that his hypocrisy wouldn’t be tolerated. She hanged him, dangled his body over the side of his company’s skyscraper in New York then proceeded to free the boys stuck in his factories around the world before cutting down the cocaine farms and replanting new trees.

With the businessman’s shady dealings all over the world, it had been difficult to track down where she’d strike next. Not that the Avengers were actually eager to capture her.

Strangely enough, Bruce would find himself immensely hungry before they had to fly to wherever in the world Y/N was in and it didn’t do well not to feed the Hulk.

They’d finally captured her in a tiny island off the coast of Mexico, the last of the businessman’s strongholds. She’d freed the boys, cured them for their addiction then cut down the cocaine plants. Then she sat down and waited for the Avengers to arrive.

“Took you guys long enough,” Y/N had said as Steve and Natasha walked towards her. She stood up, dusting off her pants.

“Scott drank a lot of orange juice on the way here. We had to make a lot of pitstops.”

Y/N frowned at them. “I distinctly remember that your jet had a restroom.”

“Plumbing was broken according to Tony,” Steve said with a shrug.

She made a noise of assent before she put up her arms. “Alright, I’m ready. Let’s go.”

“Put your hands down. We aren’t going to cuff you.” Natasha led the way to the Quinjet where Scott Lang and Bruce Banner waited.

“Oh, pulling out the red carpet for me?” Y/N batted her eyelashes, almost flirtatiously. “You shouldn’t have.”

“If I had my way, you’d be in cuffs,” Steve huffed under his breath.

Y/N raised a challenging brow. “Not a fan of me, Steven?”

“I’m not a fan of anarchists,” Steve retorted.

“Anarchist,” she repeated with a pleased grin. “I like that. Never been called that one before.”

“Steve,” Nat said in a warning tone.

The group had already discussed the whole Y/N situation. While majority of the Avengers thought that while Y/N’s actions were brutal, ultimately, the end results and her intention was good. Even if it resulted in the death of one evil soul, none of the could deny that her actions ended up saving hundreds, if not thousands, of lives.

She may not have taken down a giant purple alien hell-bent on wiping out half of all living beings, no one could deny that her actions saved others.

Still, Steve didn’t exactly approve of her methods.

“Listen, I get it,” Y/N said as their group ascended up the Quinjet, occupying one of the empty seats and giving Bruce and Scott a greeting nod. “I’m not exactly conventional but sometimes, it takes breaking the system to help others. You can’t help the survivors if they were victimized by the very system created to protect them.”

“I’m just saying there are proper channels—“

“No there aren’t. There are no proper channels for people like them.”

Steve frowned. “Who, the oppressed?”

“No. Them. The rich and powerful bastards who constantly use their money and resources to take advantage of people. There is no justice when it comes to them.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t I?” Y/N turned to Scott, who watching the exchange between her and Steve with rapt attention. “Lang, weren’t you imprisoned for grand larceny?”

“It was one time,” Scott sighed, “and I didn’t steal that money for myself. I gave it to the people most in need.”

“Right, and how many years did the CEO you stole from spend in jail for stealing from his employees?”

“None,” Scott replied, almost quietly.

She turned back to Steve. “See? The system is broken and sometimes the only way to make it work is to smash it completely to bits.”

He’d ignored her then and it didn’t take much effort for her to escape them.

“Oh daaarn,” Natasha said sarcastically as her hands pulled at the accelerator, taking them further and further away from where Y/N landed, “we can’t exactly turn back now. Might as well go get some ice cream while we’re at it.”

They met again after the death of a high-profile serial killer. Because the serial killer work in law enforcement, he got off easy and he was released after 10 years in prison despite the fact that he’d killed 23 families, roughly 100 or so people. No one was spared, not women or children or even babies.

When he got off, Y/N was there to make sure he never hurt anyone again.

“He could have changed!” Steve yelled, his voice bouncing around the Quinjet. He was alone with her this time, having rushed to the scene of the crime. “He could have become a better person.”

“He could have,” Y/N said quietly, her unblinking eyes trained on open sea in front of them. Steve wasn’t sure where he was flying the Quinjet but he’d be damned if he brought Y/N back to US soil. She’d be met with handcuffs as soon as she lands and it wasn’t Y/N he was worried about. Anyone who tries to arrest Y/N would end up in the hospital. “I’m not willing to take that chance.”

He glanced at her. Y/N’s face was passive, a stoic facade as hard as stone but her eyes were soft, the sadness and pain in her eyes unmistakable.

“When you can do the things I can,” she whispered, her voice so low, Steve strained to hear, “when you’re cursed with powers like I have, you have two choices. You can either lash out at the world or you can do something to fix it. Any person that man would have killed after he was released, their blood would have been on my hands.”

“You are not responsible for other people’s actions,” Steve said, his previous anger leaching from him.

“You’re right. But I am responsible for my own. Now where are you taking me? If you’re not entirely sure, you can drop me off in Australia. I have some business to attend to.”

“What business?”

“Not that you care but the leader of the Russian mafia is staying there for vacation. That man and his operation has killed hundreds of people. I’d like to pay him a visit. I can portal my way there but using the Quinjet means I have a few minutes to rest my eyes.”

The right thing to do would have been to bring Y/N back to the States to answer for her crimes. Instead, Steve turned the plane around and headed to Australia. And as Y/N slept soundly, he ignored the vice-like grip of the anaconda that constricted itself around his heart.

They landed in Australia after a few hours and he watched as Y/N stretched her body against the seat. “That has to be the best sleep I’ve had since… well I hardly remember.”

“Go,” Steve said, his voice harsh. “Before I change my mind.”

But Y/N did no such thing. Instead she lounged against the seat as if it was her throne and she its lazy queen. “You know, when Natasha or even Tony let me go, I understand their motives. Tony doesn’t trust the legal system and Natasha could have been one of the women I saved in another life. But you? Don’t you have a stick up your ass the length of a stripper pole?”

Steve bristled at her words but kept his mouth shut. His eyes were narrowed into slits as he watched a wry smile pull her lips.

“So, what, Steve? What’s the play here? You really want me to kill this guy? Why are you letting me go?”

“There are a lot of people who deserve to go to jail. You aren’t one of them. What you do with your freedom, that’s up to you.” His words were the truth. She looked at him with an expression he couldn’t really place and for a single second, it was as if a silent agreement passed between them. But the moment was gone and Y/N conjured up a portal and sashayed away.

That was three months ago and any and calls Steve heard regarding Y/N, he’d ignored. He ignored her when Y/N went on a prison break binge, releasing small time drug offenders and helping cure them of their addiction; he’d ignored her when she’d leaked the financials of big pharmaceutical companies, causing their sales to tank and for the price of insulin to go down; he’d ignored her when she’d saved hundreds of women in another sex trafficking ring.

Except now, today. He’d heard reports from Nat, who decided to keep in touch with Y/N on the down low, on Y/N’s location and he ran here. Now she was looking at him with the most perplexed look on her face.

She turned, once again busying herself with making his coffee.

“I’m surprised you aren’t using magic to make the coffee,” Steve said.

She shrugged. “I like making it by hand. Reminds me of simpler times.”

She set the steaming mug of coffee in front of him before grabbing a small plate and setting a few pieces of the freshly baked cookie in front of him. The coffee was still hot enough to hurt his mouth but Steve didn’t hesitate to take a sip. He’d had worse injuries than a burnt tongue.

The coffee was delicious. It was sweet, sweeter than he was used to but still delicious. The cookie, on the other hand, was something else entirely. He half suspected that maybe Y/N had sprinkled some kind of magic potion on the cookie because it was the best damn cookie he’d had in his life. The outside of the cookie was soft but the inside was gooey, the butter saturating through every nook and cranny. It melted on his tongue, the dark bitter chocolate and sweet butterscotch encased in a tango of flavor that danced on his tongue.

He briefly wondered if it would be polite to ask Y/N if he could bring home the entire tray.

“Good?” She asked, taking a sip of her own cup.

“This is the best cookie I’ve had in my life.”

She smiled at that. “Thanks. It’s an old recipe.”

Mundanity with Y/N was weird but strangely nice.

“So what are you really doing here, Steve?” Y/N asked as she took a seat in the stool next to him.

He took another sip of the coffee, buying himself some time. “To be honest, I’m not sure.”

She raised an eyebrow. “You’re not sure why you’re here? Radio silence from the Avengers for three months despite the crimes I committed and then all of a sudden, Steve Rogers grants me a house call.“

When she put it that way, he sounded ridiculous. But the words he’d spoken were the truth.

Instead, he shifted the subject. It was all he could to escape from Y/N’s scrutinizing gaze anyway.

“Right before we got to Australia, you said something,” Steve said the words slowly, hoping not to scare Y/N off by his line of questioning, “you said you were cursed by your powers?”

Steve had been mulling over her words for the better part of three months, taking it out like a precious pearl to examine on his quiet days. He couldn’t make heads or tails of it. All he knew was that her words were strange. Y/N was a gifted magic user and Stephen Strange had often commented at her adept ability at it. It took people years, centuries even, to gain the level of mastery Y/N had when it came to magic and yet she used as surely as she breathed.

Why would she refer to it as a curse?

Y/N raised a brow, almost in challenge. “You’re telling me the Avengers haven’t figured it out?”

Y/N usually spoke in riddles and though it always frustrated Steve, he was also incredibly patient and so his next words came out even. “Figured what out?”

“My powers. I thought Steven Strange would try to figure me out the moment I came on to the scene.”

“He tried. Well, still trying. It frustrates him, y’know. How he can’t find answers to you.”

She grinned at that. “Alright then, I’ll give you the answers to me. Then it’s up to you if you want to tell him or not.”

“Why do you think I’ll keep everything you say to myself?”

“Because you’re Steve Rogers. And you came here, to me, in the middle of the biggest storm of the year, to see if I was okay. I doubt the others know and I’m pretty positive you wouldn’t tell them. So whatever information I say here, right now, you’ll keep to yourself.”

She was right. Of course she was. Steve figured Y/N was rarely wrong about anything.

“Alright. Go ahead. How’d you get your powers?”

“I was cursed with it by a god.”

She said it so seriously, Steve struggled to figure out if she was telling the truth.

“Why do you say it’s a curse?”

“Well the god who cursed me said that as the years past, I will become the most powerful magic wielder to exist. My powers will magnify tenfold, twentyfold and one day, I will become so powerful, I’ll have the ability to take over entire universes. Problem with that is magic always comes with a price and mine is my conscience. Every time I use my powers, my conscience becomes blacker until finally, it becomes a void inside of me.”

“So when you use your powers—“

“A piece of me dies with it and is reborn into something I don’t recognize. It’s why I do what I do.”

Realization dawns on Steve. “You do your own twisted version of good to remind yourself you can be good.”

She gave him a wry smirk tinged with bitterness. “There’s no place for me in Heaven, Steve. Only Hell. But when I get down there, I’m taking as many as I can down with me. Assuming I can die, that is.”

“You’re immortal?” Steve said with a frown.

“Well, according to the god that cursed me, I will not age and I will never get sick. Though, I imagine that if I was stabbed through the heart and someone finds a way to stop me from using my powers to heal myself, I’d die just like any other human.”

She gave him a pointed look, one that Steve shifting in his seat uncomfortably.

“If you want to use my weaknesses against me, go right ahead, Rogers,” Y/N said nonchalantly before taking a slow sip of her coffee. “I’ll even stand still while you plunge a knife through my heart.”

“I don’t have any intention of killing you.” And it chilled Steve to the bone to find out how much he meant those words.

“Bummer.” And Y/N looked genuinely disappointed.

“Hey,” Steve said sharply. “Life is a gift. You shouldn’t—“

“Can it, Rogers. I don’t want to hear that right now,” Y/N said but there was no malice in her voice. She just sounded tired.

Fine. If she didn’t want to discuss it, Steve was more than willing to change the subject. “You never said why the god gave you your magic.”

Y/N let out a cynical chuckle. “He was in love with me.”

“What?” Steve asked, not quite believing her words.

“The god. He was in love with me. I turned him down. Repeatedly, might I add. He got so fed up by my rejection, he decided to curse me with immortality and power. He said that one day, when I get bored with my life, it will drive me to his arms. I intend to live forever without ever thinking of him again just to spite him. And when I gather enough power, I’ll kill him myself. He can take away my humanity but he can’t take away my hatred of him.”

Steve couldn’t stop his smile. Y/N’s story was sad, incredibly so. He couldn’t imagine the profound loneliness that stretched before her. Centuries, maybe even a millennia of isolation and solitariness to spite a vengeful god. But she’d succeed, Steve had no doubts about that. He couldn’t picture anyone squaring up with Y/N and coming out of it victorious on the other side.

“So, what do we do now, Steve?” Y/N said with a slight sigh.

“What do you mean?”

“Well you broke a boundary. We never explicitly said it but I think we both decided to keep each other at arms length. I’ve been chummy with Nat and Yelena up to a point but not you. Back in Australia, I think we both agreed that our relationship will be strictly professional, even if we never really said the words out loud. But now, you’re here. What do we do about that?”

“I don’t know.”

Y/N simply sighed before taking a sip of her coffee. “Every morning, when I wake up, I find myself looking for reasons to get out of bed.”

“What are you doing?” Steve said with a frown.

“I celebrated my 100th birthday last (birthday month). I love to read. When I get bored, I write poetry. I love music though I was never talented enough with it but I do have centuries to learn now so who, knows, I might start. I love art too. I’ve been everywhere in the world and yet I never fail to visit a museum to see their art. I like sad paintings. The kind that can bring people to tears.”

“Why are you telling me this?”

She looked at him like he was the biggest idiot in the world and the answer should have been obvious by now. But Steve knew how to look past the arrogant veneer and see the vulnerability that swam in her eyes. “I’m going to live forever, Steve. And even if I’ll always remember other people, I won’t always be remembered. I figured, it’d be nice if someone knew some things about me. The last person I knew from my old life, she recently died. As humans, we are the people we know. I want someone to know me, even a little.”

“I miss music from the 1940s,” Steve said, not even thinking about the words. “Sam and Nat have both been trying to update me about the music of the decade but nothing beats my music. I like wearing converse because it’s one of the few things that never changed since I woke from the ice. I don’t like the rain. It reminds me too much of the war. There’s a boxing gym I use to go to back in New York. I never had a chance to box before because I was always too sick but I use to accompany Bucky whenever he had a match. When I was injected by the serum, I never had a chance to go back and so when I woke up from the ice it was one of the first places I went to.”

“Was the gym still operational?”

“It’s a little run down but I make it work.”

She smiled at him and Steve tried to ignore the jolt of warmth that shot down his spine.

“Why are you telling me these things?” She asked, an eyebrow raised in question, a playful expression beginning to bloom from her face.

“Friends know things about each other.”

And then Y/N’s face lightened like the sun peeking from the clouds after a storm, all warmth and joy.

The rain. Steve hadn’t even realized it had stopped. He glanced at the window behind Y/N and saw that the day looked almost as bright as Y/N’s smile.

“You need to go, don’t you,” Y/B said a little wistfully.

“Yeah,” Steve said, a little wistful too. He finished the cup to the dregs letting its sweet flavor fill him up til he was sure he’d be able to taste it until he got home.

Y/N led them out of the kitchen and back to the living room before she opened the front door and let him out.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N,” Steve said as he pushed his sweaty hands into his pocket.

“You will?” She said, surprise laced in her voice.

“You said you struggle to find reasons to wake up in the morning. I’ll be a reason to. Friends do that, you know.”

“I know,” Y/N said but without her usual bravado. She looked almost roseate and Steve suddenly realized how strange it is that despite the fact that he’s seen her many times before, he never realized how pretty she was. As if a sudden burden had been lifted from her shoulders, making her look younger than actually was. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Steve.”

“See you tomorrow.”

And she closed the door.

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Avengers

I need help with finding a wattpad book on avengers x little!reader.

So I once read this fan fic of the avengers team which included: steve rogers, bucky barnes, Tony stark, pepper potts, Bruce banner,Thor odinson, natasha romanoff, wanda maximoff, vision, Clint barton and sam Wilson as the reader (who's named violet) caregivers.

Because Violet was used and abused so the avengers saved her and she at first felt nothing of her physical wounds but then the avengers told her that's not normal and got her looked at by bruce. And got her off the painkillers that her captor put her on.

One chapter has a protocol that she can't use the bathroom bc she is hurting her self by not being little so they kind of have to pressure her into being little.

Then loki and stephen stranger baby sit in one chapter. Which reveal that loki is also a little. Then there is carol as a little.

And another chapter where wanda and vision give violet schoollessons (bc she was capture really young and doesn't know hoe to write or read). Then they discover that Violet has dyslexia by telling her to go right and she takes a left, off of visions suspicions.

Also Steve and bucky are a pair and later violet starts dating Natasha and Natasha helps violet through her first period.

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Fight for me - Part 7

Summary: After years in an abusive relationship, you finally get out. When the Avengers decide to raise awareness for your Woman’s Shelter, you bump into Bucky Barnes, the hottest, most complicated man you’ve ever met. He thinks you’re too good for him, but when your abusive ex reappears, Bucky knows he has to keep you safe - by any means necessary.

Pairing: Beefy!Bucky x reader

Warnings: Language, angst, oral (fem receiving), smut (p in v)

Words: ~ 3500

A/N: Grammarly is my beta reader, so any mistakes are my own. I know nothing about hypnosis, so please ignore any mistakes. This is my first attempt at writing smut... Comments and reblogs will be appreciated. Thanks for reading!

Series Masterlist

You, Bucky, Wanda and Steve are in the hospital wing of the tower, visiting with Sam who was injured fighting the Winter Soldier when Tony enters the room. "I don't mean to break this... whatever this is, but I need the Sergeant," he indicates to Bucky as he starts walking out of the room.

"Wait, Tony! What's happening?" Steve asks from Sam's side.

Tony takes a deep breath and sighs loudly before he turns to the room. "I went through the camera feeds and it turns out Scott whispered something to the Winter Soldier before all hell broke loose. I'm pretty sure it was the location to take Y/N to. I need Bucky to tell me where it is so we can find those bastards and end this."

"Why don't you just ask Scott? Surely he can't be so tough?" Sam inquires.

"See, the thing is..." Tony runs his palm down his face rubbing his tired eyes, "we can't do that. He had a cyanide capsule and killed himself in the cell. We didn't know until he bit down and it was too late. The audio is too low, not even JARVIS can piece it together. So I need Bucky to remember."

You cringe to yourself as all eyes fall on Bucky. "But I don't remember him saying anything after triggering me... I tried going through the events in my mind but nothing pops up," Bucky says as he rubs the back of his neck.

"We thought you'd say that. It's natural to remember only the big events when you're the Soldier. Your thought patterns are different to his, after all. Bruce and I believe a form of hypnosis where you walk through the events step by step might be the best. Witnesses often remember more details when they're hypnotised in a relaxed environment. I'd ask Wanda to make it easier but I know you understandably wouldn't want anyone messing with your mind ever again."

A shudder runs through Bucky at the thought of being at someone else's mercy. "Yeah, sorry Wanda. Besides, I don't think you want to be anywhere near my fucked up mind..."

"Don't say that Bucky. Your mind is perfect," you say as you softly punch his arm.

"It's good. I honestly don't want to be in any of your weird minds unless it's unavoidable," Wanda says as laughs surround her.

"Yeah, we are all pretty special in our own way!" Sam says softly, a huge smile on his face.

It's Steve that brings the conversation back to Tony. "The hypnosis, is it safe for him? There's no chance of it bringing the Soldier back?" Steve always has his best friend's back and wants to keep him safe.

"Since we won't be saying his trigger words, it should be safe."

"But it will be terrifying, being back in that mindset, Bucky. You need to decide." Wanda adds, earning a nod from Tony.

You can feel Bucky's heart racing when he pulls you to him and meets the other's gazes. "If it's the only way to stop this, then I guess we have to..."

"Maybe you shouldn't be here, doll," Bucky whispers in your ear as you enter the lightly illuminated room. "What if they're wrong and I hurt everyone?"

"You won't, handsome. Besides, I'm the only one Winter won't hurt, remember?" Bruce points to the couch and you and Bucky sit down. You grab his hand before whispering in his ear, "I'm with you Bucky. Just relax for me."

"Ok, let's get started. I need you to watch this pendulum and try to relax, alright? Just follow it with your gaze and when you feel sleepy close your eyes."

Bucky sighs before doing as you say and sinking into the couch, trying to relax. It was decided that Bruce would be the one to hypnotise Bucky. The strained relationship between Tony and Bucky would make it difficult for Bucky to relax.

Steve was seated in the corner of the room, behind the two of you, just in case things went wrong and his strength was needed, even if he was injured. He was the only one with a chance of surviving the Winter Soldiers' attack long enough.

Bucky nods to him, rubbing his sweaty right palm on his pant leg. After a few minutes of watching the pendulum, Bucky huffs in frustration. "I'm sorry, I just can't seem to relax." He leans his head on the couch and pinches his nose, his hands trembling with anxiety.

When Bruce looks at you, you can see he doesn't know how to calm the frustrated man next to you. You think for a moment before nodding to Bruce. "Maybe if you two left, he'd relax a bit more." You motion to Bruce to give you an earpiece to communicate with you. He nods before he leaves quickly and returns a few minutes later with what you need.

"Are you sure Y/N?" Steve asks from the door.

"Of course, I'm safe with him. Just give us some time to do this." With a last worried look, the two men depart, leaving you with an irritated Bucky.

"It's just the two of us now," you whisper to Bucky as you put the earpiece in your ear, hearing Bruce softly talking to you and informing you that they're watching from the camera.

You run your hands through his hair, scratching his scalp softly with your nails, making him smile at your touch. "Just relax for me handsome," you add as you move your hands from his scalp and rub his tense broad shoulders, massaging up into his neck, making him moan softly. "You can do this Bucky, I'll help you."

He nods before he pulls you into his lap, holding you close to him. "Ok, I'll try again."

You reach over and start the pendulum again, running your fingers down his veiny arm as he stares ahead, watching the moving object. "You're safe here Bucky. When you feel sleepy, just close those beautiful blue eyes for me."

In moments his eyes begin to drop as he leans against the couch and closes his eyes.

You repeat what Bruce says in your ear softly, hesitant to break Bucky's relaxing state. "Think back to earlier, when you woke up in the gym. Walk me through what happened."

"I was so tired, I just wanted to sleep, but someone wouldn't let me. He grasped my shirt and pulled me up, waking me from a deep sleep. I thought it was one of the guys, trying to wake me, but then I heard the words. If I was more awake, I would have tried to stop the voice but I was still a bit under. Wake enough to hear him but not enough to stop him. I felt so cold, so lonely."

Your heart breaks for the man you love but you continue, "What did he say after he activated you?"

"Destroy the Avengers and kill anyone that gets in your way. Bring Y/N to the Rumlows, unharmed." Bucky's voice is strained as he repeats to you what was said.

"What happened next?"

"I heard someone yelling before he pulled me back and whispered to me."

"What did he say?"

Bucky's eyelids move rapidly as he's deep in thought. He mentions an address in Queensbridge which makes both Bruce and Steve groan in your ear.

"Did he say anything else?" You ask softly.

"No, he left before I engaged with Sam." Bucky's voice hitches, his anxiety about what happened with Sam overwhelming him as he twitches in thought.

"You did good, Bucky. I need you to wake up now."

When he opens his eyes they are full of pain and sadness. He pulls you to him and kisses you deeply, holding you to him for a moment to calm his racing mind. Slowly the two of you exit the room and meet Steve and Bruce in the hallway.

"We'll all get some sleep before we make a move on the venue tomorrow morning. It's a dangerous part of Queens so we need to be careful with how we handle the situation." Steve says as Bruce agrees with him.

"I'll have JARVIS run some scenarios while we all get some rest, and then we'll decide how to proceed tomorrow."

The two of you say good night to everyone before you walk to Bucky's rooms.

You pull Bucky into the bedroom before dropping his hand and moving to take off your shirt. This time you were going to be strong and go after what both of you wanted. You gasp the edges of your shirt and pull it off you, seeing the look of passion on Bucky's expression before he turns away abruptly.

"You ok?" You ask as you step out of your pants, leaving you in just your bra and panties.

He doesn't face you as he replies with a soft, "yeah." He wipes the palms of his hands on his pants, avoiding looking at you.

"Bucky, what's wrong? I want to be with you." You move in front of him but his reaction still remains the same. Your breathing becomes rapid as you feel anxiety settle in your stomach. "Holy shit... you don't want me, do you?" Mouth gaping, you turn away from him, cupping your lips to stop a gasp of devastation. "You say you love me but..." You can't bring yourself to finish that sentence. Bucky was supposed to be one of the good ones, but was he just stringing you along for fun?

He gasps your arm and steps closer to you, his chest against your back, stopping you from pulling your clothes on again. "Of course, I want you, kitten. I want you more than I want to breathe, and when I say I love you I mean it. Don't you ever question that." His voice is hoarse in your ears.

"Then what's wrong Bucky?" You turn to face him, pulling his arms around your back so he holds you close.

"I... I haven't done this in a long time, doll." His blue eyes are filled with concern as his shoulders haunch. "And I... I have scars Y/N. I'm not like Steve with his perfect skin and pretty looks. I don't want you to be repulsed by me..."

He looks so vulnerable in front of you that you just want to kiss him, so you do. You kiss him gently, showing him your love for him. "I've been with pretty boys before, and it didn't work out well for me." You cup his jaw with your hands, "You're handsome Bucky, and I love that. Tell me something - the scars - did you get them when you went on missions as the Winter Soldier?" If you knew how he got them, then maybe you could ease his anxiety a bit.

"A couple, yeah, but most of them were as a result of the... regime... they put me through to become him. When they deemed me important enough and they could control the Soldier, they gave me a shot to increase my healing abilities for the future, but by then I had a lot of scars that they decided were not important enough to fix."

"So you got your scars when you tried to fight back all those years? When you refused to bend to their will and hurt people?"

He leans into your palm, "I guess so, yeah."

"You know what that tells me, Bucky? It shows me that you would rather have them hurt you than you would hurt someone else. That is the man that I love and want to be with. You help people, even when they're afraid of you or say ugly things about you. You care about the people around you, even if you think they just accept you due to your skills. Bucky, you made a kid's day by signing with him. You are amazing," you say as you softly begin to pull his shirt off of him, giving him time to stop you if he wanted to.

Your eyes run over his powerful form, seeing the multitude of scars littering his chest before you bend down to run your tongue over each scar, wanting to replace the bad memories with good ones. "I love you so much, my handsome Sergeant. These scars of yours are a testament to how much you've survived. What they did to you would have broken any other man. I'm honoured to call you mine."

Bucky is feral as his lips meet yours, kissing you feverishly as he pulls you to him, kissing the breath out of you. When you finally separate, you reach behind you to unclasp your bra but he stops you.

"Let me," he says as he pulls your bra straps down your shoulders before reaching his huge arms around your waist to unclasp your bra, watching with dark eyes as it falls to the floor, his gaze narrowing to your naked breasts. You moan as he cups them, one hand warm and the other cold, sending chills down your body. You look down between the two of you and see he isn't unaffected by your naked breasts as his erection stands proud between the two of you, straining against his pants.

"You fit my hands perfectly, doll. You were made for me," he growls in your ear, making you moan with need before moving his flesh hand down your body to cup you between your legs. "You're so wet for me, aren't you?"

"Only for you, Bucky." He kisses you as he walks you back to the bed. When you reach the edge, you climb onto the middle of the bed, pulling him with you.

He props himself on top of you, holding himself up by his knees and elbows. "Is this ok, doll? I don't want to frighten you."

"This is perfect, Bucky. I trust you and I know you won't ever hurt me."

He kisses you before working his way down your neck, stopping to cup your breast with one hand as he twirls his tongue around the other, sucking on you and making you arch your back as you hold onto his big shoulders. He moves to your other breast loving it equally before he moves down your body. He licks your belly button before curling his fingers around your panty and pulling it off you slowly, watching your eyes for any sign of hesitation.

He nudges your thighs open wider to make space for his wide shoulders. You gulp as his intentions become clear. God, how long has it been since someone gave you oral? Your ex had been more interested in his own pleasure than yours.

Your hands grasp onto Bucky's hair as he curls his hands around your inner legs and parts you with his thumbs, opening you up to his gaze before he lowers his head and licks you all over. He sucks on your clit then squeezes his tongue into your hole before licking up your slit again, his tongue doing magical things to your insides making you clench your legs around him.

"Bucky, please... I need to feel you. I need you inside of me," you pant as he licks your slit again.

He moves up and gives you a deep kiss, making you taste yourself on him. "I want that too, kitten. But I don't know how long I'll last when I'm inside you. I need you to come for me first." He kisses your belly button and then moves down again. "I need this to be good for you. Think you can come for me?"

You nod your head and moan as he starts licking you again, rolling his tongue over your clit before sucking deeply as he works a finger into you, making you squirm before adding another.

He spreads his two fingers to stretch you out before he curls them and rubs the spongy spot deep inside you, crooking his fingers as he sucks on your clit. "Oh, God, Bucky!" You call as you come on his fingers, soaking them with your essence before you drop your head on the bed, the orgasm one of the biggest you've ever had before.

"That's it, kitten. You sound amazing when you come for me." His eyes are glazed with need as he pops the button on his pants. "I can't wait to be inside you." You reach out and move his hands away, grasping his pants zipper and pulling his pants down, his hard cock bouncing up to meet you. You gasp at the size of him. He really was big. He groans in delight as you wrap your small hands around his large erection, stroking him up and down, running your thumb over his slit making him shudder with need.

"Please, please! I need you Bucky!" You pull him to you, dripping with your need for him as you grasp his neck and kiss him like your life depends on it. You feel the head of his cock pushing into your entrance as you curl your legs around his waist.

"Jesus, Y/N. You feel so fucking good." He pushes in deeper, inch by inch, making you whimper as you take all of him. "You're so warm and tight." He shudders at the pleasure being inside you gives him, biting his lip to keep still while you get used to his size.

"You're so big Bucky." He leans in and kisses you, biting your lower lip as his hand moves down to your clit to rub you, helping you relax.

"Move Bucky, please." You gasp as he pulls back before pressing into you a few times slowly, letting you get used to his large cock before he increases his pace, sweat beading on his brow from how good you make him feel.

He thrusts into you, moaning as you clench around him. "I'm not going to last long, kitten. I'm so sorry but you just feel so good." You see how he's trying to hold back, wanting to make you feel come again but it just feels so good to be inside you.

"It's alright Bucky. I want to make you feel good too." He drops his face into the crook of your neck, moaning into your ear as his breathing increases. You know he just needs a push before he'll orgasm, so you give it to him. You grab his ass and squeeze it before whispering in his ear seductively, "Come inside me, Sergeant."

Your words make his balls pull up tight as he lets out a hoarse cry. His body trembles with his orgasm as he pulls you to him, his hips jerking as he spurts into you.

He falls onto you, bracing himself at the last moment to avoid crushing you. "Fuck kitten, you're going to kill me with that mouth of yours."

Giggling, you wrap your hands around his shoulders before gasping in surprise. He's still so hard inside you.

"I'm sorry, kitten. I just need you so much." He pulls out a bit before thrusting into you again, your combined wetness making squelching noises as he slowly rekindles the need inside you. He grasps your hips and lifts you to a better angle, hitting your clit with every thrust. He kisses you, tongue swirling with yours as he shoves himself inside you over and over again. You wrap your hands in his long hair and pull softly, making him growl at the feeling. He slams into you, making you gasp before he slows down again, his body shaking with the effort to hold himself back.

"I can take you Bucky. You won't break me," you whisper before tugging his earlobe between your teeth, making his breath shudder. "I want to feel all of you."

He looks at you intensely before he grasps your hips and slams into you, making you cry out at the sensation his glorious cock creates against your wet walls. You feel the edge approach you before you scream out his name as you come, clenching his cock to you as you ride out your orgasm.

"You're mine, you got that?" Bucky says as he rams his cock into you.

"I'm yours and you're mine, Sarge." Bucky's eyes widen, a growl slipping out of his mouth as he pulls you to him, licking your breast before he cries out and shoots his seed inside you.

He pulls out of you slowly, watching your combined juices drip off of you. "You're so fucking amazing kitten. I love you so much," he kisses you before standing up to grab a clean washcloth from the bathroom to clean you off.

"I love you too Bucky," you reply as exhaustion overcomes you, your body still tingling from what your super soldier made you feel.

He pulls you to his side and wraps his arms around your naked body before the two of you drift off into a dreamless sleep.

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