#Sharon Carter Fic

[sweetbuckybarnes]

Who is This? - Bucky x Reader

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: Bucky had a wife during the 40s, she was left heartbroken after the telegram arrived (missing, presumed dead). It's surprising when 80 years later, she was working behind a bar in Madripoor of all places!

Bucky followed Sam and Zemo into a loud bar, he immediately wanted to turn around and go home, why had Zemo demanded he go back to being the Winter Soldier (even if it was one night)?

The sound of heavy drums and guitars also deafened his hearing, a song he had come to learn was The Wild Boy by a band called Duran Duran. A few bartenders and waitresses were walking around, there was only one who stuck out to him - a dark-haired young woman who reminded him too much of his departed wife.

His heart breaks even more, thinking of the woman he had left behind, his girl. The love of his life. Bucky doesn't think he will ever 'get over' her.

The way the young woman walked, carrying a tray of empty glasses (before being tossed an empty bottle by a patron), was so similar to the way his girl walked in the hole-in-the-wall diner she worked in.

She wasn't quick enough to duck under the bar before they got to the door leading upstairs (which was coincidentally next to the bar), Zemo was talking to the bouncer. "Excuse me, gentlemen," the young woman said, squeezing between the back of Zemo and the front of Bucky. Which is when he got a good look at her face.

There she was.

His girl. His wife.

He couldn't even say anything to her, as he was taken upstairs and away from his girl. He could only hope he would be allowed back in at the end of the night to see her.

Y/N Barnes made her way behind the bar, glancing up at the TV where the Kansas City Chiefs were currently playing the Buffalo Bills at Arrowhead Stadium, then down at her phone which showed the live score of the Dodgers game against the San Francisco Giants.

She had been a long-time Dodgers girl, even after she found out they had moved from Brooklyn to Los Angeles.

"Did you see the way he was looking at you?" Yasmine asked, pushing a dry Martini in front of a 26-year-old woman.

Y/N looked up from the glasses she was putting in the dishwasher. "Huh? What are you talking about?"

"One of the men who went upstairs. The way he was looking at you," Yasmine fans her hand for dramatic effect. "I would drop my panties for him in a millisecond."

"Like you don't do that every night."

Yasmine rolled her eyes and served the next half-drunk who had come to the bar.

"Don't listen to her," Anastasia told her, rolling her eyes as Yasmine flirted with her current flavour of the week.

"It's not often I do, darling," Y/N replied, fiddling with Anastasia's curls for a second, before spotting a patron. "What can I get for you, darling?"

He hung off the bar, obviously far too drunk to understand what was going on. "Another beer and your phone number," he slurred.

She shook her head, reaching over and grabbing him another beer. As far as the boss of the bar (whoever that was) was concerned unless they were unconscious- why should you stop serving them? Y/N thought it wasn't right, but no matter how often she voiced this - she was shut down.

She set the beer in front of him and then went to the register to add it to his bill (good thing she currently has his credit card behind the bar).

"Oi, sweet cheeks!" He calls, but Y/N doesn't pay attention looking over at Yasmine and Anastasia with a raised eyebrow. "Sweet cheeks! I asked for your number."

Y/N replied by simply raising her hand proudly displaying her engagement and wedding rings to the drunk. It was only a small diamond (given Bucky worked on the docks before he was deployed), and the plain band she inherited from her great-grandmother.

"What's the matter with that 'un?" He hiccups. "He got you costume jewellery or somethin'?"

Y/N shook her head. "I'm going into the back for a moment," she tells Aidan.

Little did the drunk patron know, all those years ago, this was the date she was handed the telegraph - putting in such blunt words. Her James was missing, they presumed him to be dead. It breaks her heart that they never got to have a proper funeral.

"You alright, honey?" Elizabeth (another one of the waitresses) asked, she had been outside on her break. Elizabeth was the only one who knew her true age and about her James.

"It's the day I found out James was missing," Y/N said, before bursting into more tears.

Elizabeth wrapped Y/N up in a hug, everyone oblivious to the fact that Y/N's presumed dead husband was now running through the bar, flocked by Sam and Zemo, and into the alley behind the bar.

When Bucky was sure Zemo, Sam and Sharon were asleep, he slipped out of the safe house and into the night - determined to find out if the woman he saw in the bar was that of his (presumably? should be?) dead wife.

He eventually made his way to the front door of the bar, the bouncers had long since gone home. He could see lights on in the building and just about make out words being spoken thanks to the Super Soldier serum running through his veins.

He grasped the handle and gave it a push, the door hadn't been locked, as it gave beneath the slight push.

He could see three young women sitting on the bar, a man who was counting the money from the register and another man who was dancing.

The young woman sitting closest to the bar, had golden curls hanging around her head. "Mark, you didn't lock the door!"

The man dancing, Mark, looked over at Bucky, eyes widening when he saw the size of Bucky. "I say we just serve him, then lock the door behind him."

As the bartenders and waitress argued amongst themselves, Bucky's eyes never left the woman in the middle. It looked as if she had been crying. "Babydoll?"

The woman stopped giggling, tipping her head back to normal and looked at him, before dropping her glass as tears welled up in her eyes. "James?"

The curly-haired woman gasped, setting her glass down and giving Y/N a push off the bar.

Bucky held his arms out to catch her as her feet landed on the floor. He couldn't stop looking at her big eyes, he'd always loved her big expressive eyes. He always knew how she was feeling by just a look in her eyes.

"James? Is that you?" Her hand came out slowly, and shakily, as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing in front of her.

"Hi, babydoll," Bucky smiled, tears starting to fall down his cheeks, a heavy sob held tightly in his chest at the moment in time. As soon as her fingers met his skin, Bucky let out a heavy sigh of relief, reaching over and pulling her into his arms. Y/N's arms dug themselves away from his chest and up around his neck before her hand soon started fiddling with his hair.

The couple stood there for a moment, finally finding their slice of peace. Some came barging into the bar, and the dark-haired woman who had been sitting on the other side of Y/N practically demanded Mark lock the door before the Hounds of Baskerville came in.

Y/N was so happy to finally have her James back in her arms, but there was a whirling sound she couldn't let go. "What's that noise?"

Bucky looked from his wife to his arm and back to his bride. "I'll explain everything to you later, but... I lost my arm, and I now have a prosthetic one," he tells her, letting go of her for a moment so he could take his glove off and show her the black and gold Vibranium one he had made.

"Ok, James. It's a good thing you gave me this," she reached beneath her top and pulled a ring out from beneath, hanging from a chain. "Before you were deployed."

Bucky smiled, cupping her face so he could kiss her. Bucky pulled away chuckling a little. "Babydoll, will you please put my ring back on?"

She reached behind her to unclasp the chain, and slid Bucky's band off, "if it doesn't fit we'll get it resized."

"I don't care what size it is, as long as you put my ring back where it belongs," Bucky almost growled, a piece of him falling back into place with the ring back on his finger.

The next morning - Sam, Zemo and Sharon came into the living room, seeing Bucky sleeping on the sofa (Sam was expecting this, after being told by Steve), however, there was a lump lying next to Bucky they didn't recognise.

Sam slowly makes his way over, gently easing down the thick blanket lying over Bucky and the lump.

Lying there, practically on top of the 'bionic staring machine' was a young woman.

"Did he somehow pick up a girl?" Sam whispered. Sam and Sharon were trying to be quiet - however, Zemo (who didn't care) started clattering around the kitchen, causing Bucky to wake up in a start, which then caused the young woman to look up with tired owl-like eyes.

"What the hell is going on?" Bucky nearly demanded, keeping his arms wrapped around his companion.

Sam raised his eyebrow. "I could ask you the same question, Barnes?" Sam looked at the young woman in Bucky's arms. "Who is this?"

Bucky looked down at her, Sam watched as a smile grew on his face. "This is Y/N. Y/N Barnes. My wife."

#bucky fic #bucky barnes x reader #james buchanan barnes #bucky x reader #sam wilson #sharon carter #baron zemo #takes place in the falcon and the winter soldier #this had been going around in my head for DAYS!!! #1k #2k

[buckyalpine]

Want You

18+ Minors dni 

Love this. This was literally in the works and then I see this request in the middle of me writing it, chefs kiss.  I love jealously, idk what’s wrong with me but it scratches an itch I cannot describe.

Warnings: FLUFF, pregnancy, Smuuttt (daddy kink, breeding kink,) angst if you squint but honestly not really. 

Word count: 1.6k

The best part is Sharon was so certain Bucky would never chose you. Bucky had a type and it wasn’t you so imagine her surprise when he’s completely smitten by you. And by surprised, I mean complete and utter denial.

She figured it’s just a phase, maybe Bucky is bored, wants to try something new and soon or later, he’ll come to his sense and dump you, it’s just a matter of time.

Except.

The way he is with you is unlike anything else. PDA galore and this is from the man who retches at physical touch.

Bucky’s hands are always on you and the more comfortable het gets, the friskier his touches become. He has you on his lap during movie night, one hand up your shirt, softly stroking your skin. His arms are wrapped around you, cuddling you to his chest like a teddy bear, not giving a shit what movie is on.

All he cares about is cuddling his girl in his arms at all times.

He gets pouty. Sharon nearly loses her shit when she sees how soft he is for you. You can’t even get up and get a drink of water without him trailing behind you or jutting his bottom lip out when you tell him he can stay, you’ll just take a sec.

“But I can come with you”

“Bucky I’m just going to the kitchen”

“I’m coming with you”

His head rests on your shoulder as you make yourself some tea, his eyes closed, arms around you waist, he truly doesn’t ever want to be anywhere else.

And the names. Any girl he’d been with before had only been referred to by name but with you?

“Good morning my baby”

“I missed you babygirl”

“Come cuddle with me bubba”

“How’s my babydoll”

“Where’s my baby” Sharon saw red the day he was going around looking for you, hardly realizing (nor giving a fuck) he didn’t use your name and just went around asking where his baby was. Everyone thought it was the absolute sweetest thing on the planet, love stuck Bucky, happily wandering looking for his babydoll (who was napping in his Henley on his bed). Sharon strongly disagreed.

All hell nearly breaks loose when she comes back from a temporary transfer. She figured Bucky’s infatuation would have died down by now. So imagine her surprise when she sees…

You were fast asleep on the couch, your back flush against his chest. Bucky nuzzled his face into your neck, his hand softly rubbing your little baby bump under your shirt. He couldn’t stop kissing you, giving you gently little kisses, careful not to wake you up while he caressed your tummy, he thought he was in love before but now it was in over drive.

Sharon considered quitting. Because it only gets worse.

You’re almost always in Bucky’s arms. He’s always carrying you. He won’t let your feet touch the ground, not when you’re having his baby. And fuck, he loves talking about it.

“I’m going to be a dad!”

“You think our baby will have super strength?”

“What do you mean I can’t get them a mini knife set”

He’s doting on you constantly, feeding you, rubbing your feet, kissing each of your toes before massaging up your calves. He never lets you shower alone, he’s always there to help you, making sure you don’t slip. He has you lay down on the soft sheets, grabbing your favourite lotion, his hands working in gentle circles, massaging it into your skin. He kisses your stretch marks, taking his time moisturizing your skin, his hands skimming over the little kicks; he loves feeling his little one move inside.

Sharon had a resignation letter ready (thought not submitted) after Bucky took his shirt off at the gym. He’d been shirtless plenty of times so she knew exactly what he looked like, memorizing every scar, and dip of his skin. So this was fucking new.

Bucky’s fists flew to the punching bag, his chest glistening with sweat, beading down his pecs, right over where he had your name tattooed, another tattoo dedicated to his little baby boy etched on his shoulder.

“Y-you got a tattoo?” She tried to give him a flirty smile, her hand coming to trace over the tattoo, her skin flushing in embarrassment when Bucky took a step back.

“Yeah” Bucky stuck to giving her one word answers, in utter disbelief she was still trying to make a move even after he’d had a baby with you.

“ Nice ink cyborg” Sam smirked, hoping to egg Sharon on, loving the way she angriliy huffed, trying to pretend she didn’t care.

“For my angels” Bucky smiled shyly, his cheeks blushing, this wouldn’t be the only piece he had for you.

Stop here if you just wanted some fluff. Continue if you want some spice.

Oh she doesn’t just over hear it. She saw it. It was her fault tbh.

You stayed back while the team had left for an international conference, leaving the entire compound free for just you and a certain super soldier. Sam’s sister had happily agreed to babysit for the weekend to give you both some alone time. And what a fucking time you had.

After learning Bucky wasn’t going, Sharon had managed to find a way to stay behind, figuring this would be the best time to get him alone, completely unaware that you were still at the compound. She did her makeup, throwing on a sheer dress and foregoing a bra, making her way down stairs…when she heard….the fuck?

The sounds of skin slapping on skin echoed through the hall from the kitchen, pornographic moans bouncing off the walls.

Her lips curled into a smirk, even if Bucky was fucking someone else, it was nice to know he wasn’t as loyal as everyone though. He clearly got bored of you, just waiting for the chance for you to leave before he could feel some type of satisfaction.

She crept down the hall, nearly collapsing, watching the both of you, stark naked, fucking on the kitchen counter. Bucky had thrown off all your clothes, bending you over the island, his palm pressing in between your shoulder blades, against the cold marble.

“Y-you like this, huh baby, you love daddy’s cock filling you up? Smile for the camera mama, lemme see that pretty little face”

Sharon felt light headed, noticing Bucky’s phone propped up, his hand coming to tug your hair, your eyes rolling all the way back. Bucky spanked you, causing you to cry out before coming down to kiss your shoulder, thrusting into you harder.

“Look at how fucked out you are baby, how you gonna handle my cum princess, already so fucking gone” Bucky groaned, his cock throbbing as you moaned, unable to formulate a coherent sentence.

“Gonna put another baby in you mama, fuck, can’t wait to see you pregnant again” Bucky’s balls felt heavy, slapping against your clit with each stroke.

“J-J-ames!” You cried out feeling the band tighten in your belly, your orgasam approaching you hard and fast.

“Mmm say my name doll, say my fucking name” He snarled, pulling his cock out, throwing you over his shoulder, moving to the dining table.

There’s no way…he wouldn’t actually…oh fuck. Sharon didn’t know why she didn’t just leave but she couldn’t look away as Bucky set up his phone again. He carefully crawled on top of you, right in the middle of the table (thank fuck for Stark technology, it was built to withstand just about anything), spreading your legs, slamming into you in a single stroke.

“Kinky little baby, wasn’t this your fantasy princess? For me to fuck you right on the dining table” Bucky let out a dark chuckle, brining your thighs up higher so he could hit a deeper angle. You nearly sobbed, your head thrown back against the table as he slammed into you, his hand cradling your head so you wouldn’t get hurt.

“James I-I’m gonna-

“I know mama, squeeze my cock baby, milk it, take my cum” Bucky moaned, nipping and biting your skin, leaving dark bruises in their wake. “There’s so much cum baby, gonna make such a mess all over the table”

“JAMES” You clawed at his back feeling his hand come down to play with your clit, his pace growing sloppy.

“Babygirl….m’gonna knock you up baby, you want daddy’s cum?”

“Wan’ daddy’s cum Bucky, wan’ it!” You whined and cried out, your walls spasming around him, your legs wrapping tightly around his waist as he started to fill you, his cum leaking out of you, dripping through your folds and onto the table.

“So. Much. Cum mama, its so fucking much” Bucky whimpered, his sensitive cock still throbbing in your silky walls. “Fuck, I love you” He grinned down at you, letting his body relax for a bit, as you played with his hair. He let his phone continue recording, he loved these moments just as much.

The whole compound was a mess. Bucky had spilled his cum into you in the gym, the showers, the balcony, the lab, the elevator, and finally in your room, under the covers, his hips slowly rolling against you, taking his time to savour your body.  

Sharon moves to a different department. But it didn’t help. Imagine her surprise when she sees Bucky’s arms full of babies, a little toddler on his shoulder, sleeping twins in both arms, with you by his side, your hand resting on your little baby bump.

Of course she’s still waiting for the day where he’ll lose interest.

And he never does.

Not on the day you got married.

Not on the day you had your fourth baby.

Not on the day you had your fifth.

Not today.

Not ever.

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[geminigirl0298]

ALL THE KINGS' MEN

Relationship: Dark!Bucky x Reader, King!Loki x Reader

Summary: The Odinson Kings take over Midgard, appointing commanders to help them colonize the entire planet. Commander Barnes finds you during a raid of untouched lands and claims you as his own. You endure months of torture and abuse at the metal hand of the cruel man, and are set to suffer even more when he sends you to King Loki to break you further. Upon meeting the feared man, you find that looks can be deceiving, and rumors are not always what they seem.

A/N: Thank you to my editor @green-mischief-managed for helping me with this fic! Let me know if you want to be tagged!

Warnings: Minors DNI, 18+, very NSFW. Fingering, oral sex (f and m receiving), handjobs, blood and gore, torture, rape, knives, death, mutilation, choking, burning, breeding kink, forced pregnancy, vaginal sex, mentions of suicide. This fic deals with dark themes such as rape, abuse and torture. If these themes make you uncomfortable, please do not read!

Previous Chapter Masterlist

CHAPTER 16

         Lorelai.  The name rattled around in your head, pinging off your skull as you tried to discern the reason for her hostility.

         Loki’s new little friend, she said.  What was that supposed to mean?  How did she even know who you were?  And why was she looking at you like something on the bottom of her shoe?

         It irritated you, to be honest.  Derision filled yourself at her treatment, and you opened your mouth to give her a fitting reply, “I’m-”

         “Flower.”  All the tension left your body the minute you heard his voice.  His hand touched your lower back, then Loki appeared beside you.  You wrapped both your arms around his bicep and leaned into him. “Lorelai.”  

          “Loki,” she purred.  Her eyes flickered down to where you held onto his arm.  “I see you’ve brought a friend.”  

          Sharon appeared shortly after, hands folded across her chest as she took in the scene before her.  She paused a little at your close embrace with the king.  “Hey,” she whispered in your ear.  “The fuck is that?”

          “No idea.”  If Loki heard you, he did not let on.  Instead, he addressed the woman before him with a steady tone.

          “Is there a problem here?”  The look on his face made it clear this Lorelai woman had caused many, many problems in the past.  

          “None,” she told him, lifting a slender hand to caress his shoulder.  “Now that you’re here, that is.”  You shared a look with Sharon. 

            Clearly, this was the other woman those two girls told you about that night in the harem.  The red hair was a clue, but the familiarity with which she spoke to and touched him was the giveaway.  

           “I’m only here for the summit.”  Loki removed her hand, face still blank.  “I would thank you not to cause any trouble while we’re here.”  Lorelai’s face curled up into a smile.

            “Trouble?” she echoed.  “That’s more your thing, isn’t it, Loki? Though, I suppose we’ve both had our fair share of fun together.” 

            Together. You didn’t like the way she said that word.  

          “That was in the past,” Loki’s voice was curt.  “I’ll not put up with your shenanigans this time.  I’d thank you to take your leave now, as I’ve some important business to attend to.”

             Lorelai did not look at him. Her eyes flickered to you instead, running over your form once more.  Finally, she settled on your eyes.  You stared back without wavering.  She seemed to like that.  

            “You’re probably right.  It’s quite clear there’s to be no more fun between us.”  She smiled- not unkindly, which confused you further- and turned on her heel, then she was retreating down the hall in a flurry of green skirts.

              “Well,” said Sharon, breaking what was about to be an uncomfortable silence, “that was eventful.” She turned to the king then, fixing him with a cool stare.  “I hear you have something to say to me.”  

ooOOoo

          Sharon Carter was a no-nonsense woman. Loki noticed that the minute he saw her approach you.  He watched how she glared at Lorelai, whom she did not know, simply because the woman was a nuisance to you.  He watched her link her arm in yours and lead the way to the library he intended to use for their chat — though he was unsure how she knew which one — and trailed behind, feeling quite out of sorts.   

          He had grown used to you always wanting to be by his side.  It was silly, he chided himself.  Sharon was your friend.  He was your…What were you?  Your friend for sure, but something more.  Something softer, sweeter; something that—

          “I’ve been told you want to speak to me.”  Sharon’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts.  They were in the library now, with Sharon leaning against the table. You stood awkwardly between them, eyes darting from one to the other.  “Out with it.”

          You frowned. “Sharon-”

          “No, it’s okay,” Loki assured you.  “It’s fine.”  He turned his attention to Sharon, all five foot eight of blonde hair and reproachful expressions.  “I wish to apologize,” he began, “for the part I’ve played in your suffering. There is nothing I can say or do that will erase what you’ve—”

         “I don’t like you.”  Loki stopped, lips paused at the beginning of the word he never got to say.  “I really, really don’t like you,” Sharon continued, “and I don’t care for your apologies. I don’t care if you feel bad and I don’t want to hear any of your rehearsed lies.  You want something from me.  Spare me the theatrics and just tell me what it is.”

            And for maybe the third time in his life, Loki was at a loss for words. He had an entire speech planned.  Of course, he meant every word.  A younger, lesser version of him might appeal to her emotions to sway her to his side. Valhalla knows he had done it many times before, but not now, not knowing what he knew.

          Luckily for him, you seemed to know exactly what to say.   You glided over to Sharon and took her hands in yours.  “It’s not like that,” you murmured.  “We need your help, Sharon.  Loki thinks that some of the commanders were stealing from Asgard.”

          “Stealing what?” Sharon wanted to know.

           “A flower.”

            Chocolate eyes swung to him.  “A flower? And what do you presume they did with this plant, your majesty?”

           “They used it to kill my mother.”  Now, she went silent, and Loki continued.  “That was why I took over Midgard in the first place.  Someone from your realm was able to steal a flower from a heavily guarded place under the watchful eye of Heimdall, and they used it to kill my mother.  After that, I decided humans needed to be put in check.”  His eyes flickered to you;  to your sweet face full of nothing but understanding.  “I was wrong.”

            “Loki just wants to help,” you explained.  “He knows what he did was wrong and he can’t take it back.  He knows this was his fault, but Sharon, things are bad.  The Commanders are afraid of Loki, yes, but they hate him.  That hatred made them kill a goddess!”

         “I agree they need to be stopped, but I’m not sure how I can help you.”  Most of the bite had gone out of Sharon’s voice, replaced with an emotion akin to fatigue. Loki concluded the babe she obviously carried was partly the reason and made a mental note to get his healers to check on her before the day’s end.  

         “We need information,” Loki told her.  “Any information.  Did Captain Rogers ever receive any shipments unaccounted for?  Ever see him meeting at weird times with anyone?” Sharon folded her arms in thought.  

         “He was off with James a lot.  If you ask me, I’d say they were secretly in love.”  You and Sharon shared a look before she continued.  “Honestly, I couldn’t tell you where Steve went.  He never brought anything strange into the house, and even if he did, I’d never ask him. I knew better than to go looking.” 

           She stopped speaking.  A flicker of doubt crossed her face. Loki pounced on it immediately.  “What? You’ve just remembered something.  What is it?”

          “Loki.”  The admonishment came from you.  “Give her a chance.  Sharon,” you grabbed her hands again, “is there something you remember?  Anything you can tell us will be of help.”

          “There’s a room back home he never let me in.  I wasn’t supposed to see it, since it was hidden.”  Loki lifted a brow. 

          “Hidden?  Hidden how?”

           Sharon’s eyes roamed the room.  They stopped on an oak bookshelf spanning the entirety of the opposite wall.  “There’s a shelf in his study. Full of books he never reads.  One day, I was dusting the books and pulled a few out.  I can’t be sure which one did it, but there was a click, and the shelf moved out of the way.”

          “What happened next, Miss Carter?”

            She shrugged. “Nothing.  Steve came back and I told him I found it and he made me promise not to go back. He put a camera in and locked the door to the study.  I figured it was more trouble than it was worth.  We did move into an old SHIELD base that was refurbished.  It wasn’t uncommon to have hidden rooms.”

           “Did you get a peek inside?” Loki asked, though he knew the answer before Sharon shook her head.  “These flowers are magic. They can live even after they’ve been plucked. If he was keeping them in there—”

           “I’m not going back into that house,” Sharon interjected.  “I’m not going back. Especially not with James there.”

           “James.”  Loki stiffened.  “James is on earth?”  He cursed under his breath. It was a terrible idea to speak to Sharon before informing you of his conversation with Fandral.  “Loki, you told me he was being sent around the realms.  How did he get back on Earth?”

          “I’ve no idea,” he answered you.  “Fandral only just informed me of this.  I was going to tell you after we finished here.”  He looked at Sharon.  “You do not have to return to Earth.  Starting today, you are officially under the crown’s protection. You can stay here or return to the palace with us when it is time to do so. Your unborn babe shares the same protection.”  

          “Who killed his father?”  Sharon asked suddenly.  “Was it an accident?  I can’t imagine it was.”  Loki’s silence was enough.  “Of course”

           “To be fair, the intent wasn’t to kill him.”

            Sharon gave him a look.  “What was the intent?”

             “Questioning,” Loki replied.  “Maybe a little torture.  Can’t always tell how these things will go.”  At his admission, he swore the woman almost smiled. The corners of her lips twitched up a bit before she pulled them back into a neutral expression.

            “Well, this has been an enlightening conversation.  I think it’s time for me to head to bed.  This little one,” she rubbed her stomach, “always has me beat these days.”

            “Do you want me to walk you to your room?” you offered.  “Or stay with you?”

              “No, I think you both have things to talk about.”  No explanation was needed to discern what she meant.  “I really need some rest.”  She made her way to the door, stopping when she was nearly out in the hall.  “Your majesty, I’ve been told you’re quite taken with my friend.  You’re both adults, so I can’t tell you what to do, but if you hurt her, I will hurt you.���  

           Loki smirked at that.  The fire he received from the blonde woman was the first thing that led him to believe a cordial partnership was on the horizon.  Her snarkiness was not unwelcome, and he might have cracked a smile had you not approached him with worry creasing your face. 

         “James is back?”  Trembling hands reached for him, prompting him to pull you close to his body.  “Loki, James is back. What are we going to do?”

          “You are not going to do anything. He cannot touch you from Earth.”  Loki rubbed his hands in a soothing pattern, up and down your arms until your shaking stopped and your forehead rested against his collarbone. 

         “He’s going to be so angry,” you whispered.  Your breath tickled the base of his throat as you spoke.  The warmth raised goosebumps on his flesh, making his eyes roll back at the proximity of your mouth to his body.  You had such pretty lips. “He’s always so mad at me.” 

         Loki cleared his throat.  He shoved his pervasive thoughts to the back of his mind and cupped the back of your head.  “He will not lay a hand on you. This I have promised you before, and I promise it to you now.”  You looked up at him with tear-filled eyes.  “James cannot make it to Asgard on his own.  Heimdall will see him coming if he tries, and he’ll be arrested at the bridge.  He will not hurt you again.”

           A tear fell from your eye.  Loki brushed it away with a gentle stroke, following it with two more.  He held your face and kissed your forehead, allowing you to cry into his brand-new tunic.  It was the first time you ever let him comfort you through your tears, and he was struck by just how much you had come to consider him.  In many ways, you were not just the woman who flinched at a touch and walked around as though in a trance. You were becoming much more, and Loki felt glad that he seemed to have contributed to that in some way.

          “Loki?” 

           “Yes, flower?”

          You sniffled. “Who is Lorelai?”  Ah.  “An old girlfriend?”  He almost laughed at the mundane word.  

         Loki did not have girlfriends or boyfriends.  He had lovers, men and women and all in between with whom he shared a mutual attraction and partook in pleasures of the flesh.  There were often no real feelings on his part.  He would ride out whatever time he spent with them until they wanted more, which he could not give, or they moved on to another. And he never once regretted letting them go.  His heart could never seem to get involved. 

       That was until he met you.

       “Lady Lorelai is an old lover of mine,” he told you.  “Troublesome, meddlesome, and as good a liar as myself. Except, she takes it too far.”

         Your brow creased with fret. “She knows who I am, Loki.  She knows who I am and I’ve never met her before.”

           “Lorelai likes to keep tabs on me. She is as proud as she is envious, and I can admit now that getting involved with her was a mistake.”  He took your hand and led you over to lean against the desk.  “You’ve nothing to worry about.  Lorelai may think she is a threat, but she has long fallen out of favour with me.  And she does not have the use of her gifts anymore.”

         “Gifts?” you repeated. “What gifts?”

          Loki lifted your hand to his chest.  He held it there, smoothing his thumb over your well-nourished skin.  “Lorelai has the ability to bend men to her will.  She is able to do so with just her voice.  Of course, it depends on the will of the man.  Lesser wills are easily broken. Stronger ones, not so much.”

          “And I suppose you were a much harder conquest?”  You looked up at him from beneath your lashes, eyes filled with a hint of teasing.  

          “I’m immune to most magic, being one of the most advanced sorcerers across the realm.”  He could not help but puff out his chest a bit.  “Lorelai’s was still tricky to navigate. After we ended things, she began stirring up trouble.  Made an inordinate amount of men do her bidding. I am entirely sure she could have caused an uprising if she wanted.”

          Alarm crossed your face then, making Loki regret his words.  “Do not be worried,” he assured you.  “Lorelai was stopped. My mother made a charm bracelet that she is forced to wear by order of the king. It dampens her magic so she cannot use it on people even if she tried.”

          “And she really can’t use it?”  The fingers of your hand, which he had not let go, were now intertwined with his.  He wondered if you even noticed.  “She really agreed to wear it?”

          Loki chuckled.  “It was that or a rather unbecoming muzzle that prevented her from speaking at all.  Vanity is as vanity does. At least the bracelet looks rich enough.”  His eyes dipped to your hands- fingers woven together as though they were the threads of life themselves.  Loki never cared much for silly displays of affection before. Now, he found himself wondering if the spaces between his fingers were crafted specifically for yours to fit. 

           “You must be tired from the journey,” he said.  “Would you like to rest before the dinner?  I can come fetch you later.”  He moved your hands to your sides- still connected- and began leading you out the door.  “I took the liberty of getting us adjoining rooms.  Please tell me if it was too presumptuous.  I just thought you would feel safer with me nearby.”

          “No, that’s fine,” you said, and he could tell by your smile he had made the right choice.  “What time is the dinner?”  

           “I will send someone to fetch you an hour or so before.  Our rooms are just down here.  Come.”

 ooOOoo

          As it turned out, Loki was right. The rest did you a world of good.  You weren’t sure how long you slept, but by the time a servant came in to wake you and help get you ready, it was nearly dark outside.

          Night descended quite differently on Asgard.  On Earth, the sun would set into a brief dusky grey before the darkness actually fell.  Here, the sky seemed to come alive.  The disappearance of the sun heralded hues of purples and blues that seemed to reflect the ocean below.  The black night fell like a blanket, dotted with stars so bright you often had to look away before your eyes began to burn.  It was truly the most beautiful place you had ever seen.

          “Lady Dee?”  The maidservant’s voice drew your attention away from the window.  “You have a visitor.  The king.”  You smiled. 

          “He can come in.  I’m nearly finished.  You can go have your supper now.”  She curtsied before you just as Loki walked in, dressed to the nines in formal garb.  His trademark smirk was on his face. 

           “Flower.”

            “Loki.”

            His eyes roamed over you from head to toe.  You were, of course, wearing one of the many new dresses he’d sent you, this one a simple gold, made of silk held up by delicate chain straps with a cowl neck.  The rest of the dress hung off your body like a waterfall, showing off just enough of your newly filled-out figure. “You look wonderful.  Something is missing, though.  Would you turn around?”

         The maidservant was long gone, the door closed to give the two of you some privacy.  Loki handed you a silver-backed mirror to hold to keep your neck in focus.  In his other hand, the necklace from earlier appeared.  He approached you from behind, so close you could feel the ends of his tunic poking into your back.

        “Lift your hair for me, darling.”  You almost moaned when you felt his breath on your neck.  He fastened the necklace with practiced perfection, and you were pleased to find it blended quite well with the dress you chose.  It sat nestled above the neckline, adding an extra air of refinement to the plain dress.  “Perfect.”

          “It’s lovely.”  Loki moved your hair back in place as you admired the jewelry.  As he did so, you noticed the bracelet you bought him secured on his wrist.  “Hey,” you caught at his arm, “you’re wearing it.”

           “I told you I would.”  He let his hand rest on your bare shoulder.  “Would you look at that,” he mused.  “They match.”

           They really did.  The emerald eyes of the golden serpents glistened in the light as though alive, and they were the exact same shade as the teardrop emerald in your piece.  “Did you do this on purpose? The necklace?”  

         Your eyes met in the mirror and he grinned.  “Maybe.”  He moved some hair away from your ear, lips encroaching on the space near your lobe.  “Or maybe, I just wanted to see my colours on you.”

        Oh fuck.  Loki had flirted with you before, but it was never as intimate as this.  His voice had never before dropped this low, nor did his eyes appear so heavy.  And his thumb had certainly never run across the skin of your shoulder and up the side of your neck as it was doing now.

         “We don’t have to attend the dinner,” he told you.  “I can always have it brought here.  It’s just a formality anyway.”

         You thought for only a second.  “You can do that?”  

          “I’m the king,” he reminded you.  “I can do most anything I want.”

           The mirror vanished from your hand.  Loki released your shoulder, opting to take your hand and give you a little spin.  You giggled as he twirled you and then pulled you against him.  Your hands went around his neck to steady yourself while his rested on your waist.

         “What do you say?” he asked.  “Do you wish to endure a boring dinner, or do you want to stay here with me?”

          “I—”

          A knock on the door interrupted your acceptance of his proposal.  The annoyance on his face as he let you go to answer the door no doubt mirrored your own. Fandral was standing at the door when it opened.  He gave you a cheeky smile before addressing the king.

         “Loki,” he greeted in that grand way of his.  “The Lady Sharon has agreed to your plan.  She thinks it best to go at once, with your approval, of course.”

         You had joined Loki at the door now.  While you weren’t sure what plan they referred to, you could tell any plans you had for the evening were now fully squashed.  “What’s going on?  What plan?”

         “I wish to search the hidden room in Rogers’ house. I sent word to Lady Sharon while you were asleep.  In honesty, I had not expected her to agree so quickly.”

         “Oh.”  That was the only word you could seem to get out in response.  “Are you going?”  You didn’t want him to go. As silly as it sounded- because you knew he could protect himself- you were worried for his safety if he were to go to Earth. 

          Loki shook his head.  “I’m not going. I’m sending a few men so as not to arouse suspicion.  They’ll be in and out and none will be the wiser, but I must brief them, meaning-” 

          “You’ll be late for dinner.”  It was much easier to say this than make Fandral privy to your real plans.  “It’s okay.  If there is something in that room that can connect them to your mother, it’s better to do it now.”  You placed your hands on Loki’s arm.  “Go on ahead. I suppose I’ll go to the dinner for the time being.”

         “I’ll be back,” Loki promised. He brought your hand to his lips for a kiss— the second that day alone— and you could not help but wonder when he would make advances towards another type of kiss.  “I’ll see you soon.  

ooOOoo

             Dinner was a fantastic affair.  Lords and ladies sat around an enormous table filled with more food than you had ever seen, dressed in the finest jewels and clothes.  Laughter filled the hall and conversation flowed.  At one point, a friendly fight broke out: two lords drunk off mead, both wanting to show off their newly crafted swords. And yet still, you were bored out of your mind

            There was a goblet of Asgardian ale in your left hand.  One of the servants kept refilling it at intervals.  The taste did not particularly delight you, but you sipped it to give yourself something to do.  At first, you were intent on waiting for Loki to return, but three courses and five ales later, you noticed the meeting would not soon end. 

           Either way, you were finished here.  You pushed your chair back and exited the dining room, goblet still clutched in hand.  A kind servant topped you up on your way out.  You thanked him with a smile and began the long walk to your room.  Maybe, if you were lucky, you would still be awake long enough for Loki to return.  You could both spend whatever was left of the night talking until you fell asleep like you did at the palace. 

         “Lady Dee,” purred a familiar voice. You paused, squinting ahead to see who it was.  Lorelai appeared before you in a green dress with her red hair done up in an exquisite bun.  You soured a bit upon seeing Loki’s colour draped all over her.  “I thought that was you.”

         “‘Tis me.”  You noted then, to your embarrassment, that your ‘s’ was a bit slurred. 

          “Why do you hold your head in that manner?” Lorelai enquired.  You did find her to be a little askew.  Actually, your entire field of vision was off-kilter, and you straightened your head with a flush of your cheeks.  “Gotten into the ale, I see.”

           You placed the cup at your side.  “I’ve had alcohol before.”

            “Not Asgardian alcohol, I’m sure.  This packs quite a punch.  Nothing on Earth can compare to it, although I suppose you might have realized Midgardian spirits have little to no effect on you.”

           In truth, you just thought you had an abnormally high tolerance. The vodka back home would burn your throat, but that was as far as it went.  “Did you need something from me?”

          “I wanted to apologize.”  She sounded so sincere you almost believed her.  “By now, you’ve heard that Loki and I were involved.  He was special to me, and it was very hard for me to let him go.  Sometimes, I get a bit in my head when I find out he’s seeing someone new.”  She paused to give you a look.  “You are seeing each other, aren’t you?”

           Your answer did not come soon enough, and she noticed your hesitancy.  It delighted her, you could tell, evident by the little quirk of her eyebrows.  “Seems I was wrong-”

           “We’re taking things slow,” you blurted.  “Loki and I.”  Lorelai laughed. 

            “Slow?  Loki does not take things slow.  He was taking me over the desk of his study daily within the first week of us meeting.”  She let out a dreamy sigh, making your stomach churn.  It also could have been the ale, but you felt queasy either way.  “He’s a very good lover.  Once, he tied me up and—”

           “I do not wish to hear of your past with Loki.  Some things should be kept private.”

           “Well, privacy isn’t always Loki’s strong suit.  In time, you’ll come to find he doesn’t mind an audience.”  She looked you up and down.  “Or maybe, you won’t. Since you’re taking things slow.”

            You rolled your eyes. Lorelai was a bitch, and you didn’t need to stand here and take this.  “I’m leaving. Loki’s waiting for me.”

            “Is he?  I just came from the library and heard him in a meeting.  Sounds like he has more important things on his mind.”  She ended her statement with a frown so sad you couldn’t tell if she was faking it.  “Why don’t you come back to the dinner with me?  I’m sure many gentlemen would love the pleasure of your company.”

          “I don’t want them.  I want Loki.”  Petulance abounded in your voice. You were aware you sounded like a spoiled child, but you could not care.  

          Lorelai hummed. “My dear,” her hands came to rest on your arms, “I’ve already told you Loki is in a meeting. He’s busy!  Why would you want to bother him?”  She let her hands wander to the end of your hair.  “He doesn’t like to be bothered.”

          “But he won’t mind,” you protested.  “He never minds me.”  At least, he never had before. 

           “This is a beautiful necklace,” she complimented.  Her slim fingers traced the chain around your neck.  “Did Loki give it to you?  He does have a thing for giving his women jewelry.”  She lifted her wrist to show you the golden bracelet dotted with rubies.  “He gave this to me.  Gorgeous, isn’t it?”

          You pushed her hands off of you.  The goblet in your hand fell to the floor, splattering drink all over your dress.  “You’re lying!  Loki’s mother put that on you because of your powers.  It’s not the same.”  Lorelai smirked. 

           “Loki’s mother enchanted the bracelet.  I already had it, because it was a gift from him.”  She twisted her hand in the air to show off the piece.  “I love rubies. He knows me so well.”

           “I’m leaving,” you told her.  “I don’t believe any of your lies.”  

              “But you believe Loki’s so easily,” she countered.  “I can’t blame you. He is the God of them, after all, and he tells them so well.  Who can blame a sweet girl like you for falling for him?”

           The way she spoke to you made your blood boil. It was as though you were a child with no brain of your own and all the naivety in the world. This woman- so proper and prim- had no idea the terrors your faced. She didn’t know of your life, or that you knew well the nature of men probably even better than her. 

          “I must go,” you announced.  “Loki and I have plans.”  You pushed past her without a second thought.

          “Wait!”  She grabbed your hand, grip strong like a vice.

          “Let go of me!”

           “Has he kissed you, at least?”  Her fingernails dug into your skin, leaving deep crescents of pain in their wake.  “Has he?”  Her lip curled, nostrils flaring into the ugliest look of contempt.  “Has he pressed those liar lips up against yours—”

          “Fuck you!”  You wrenched your hand from her grasp and ran.

ooOOoo

             Sometimes, Loki hated being the king.  He remembered the times when he was a young prince, when he coveted the throne and envied his brother’s place in line for it. He recalled all the mischief he made to get the crown.  Now that he had it, he often had vivid fantasies of stomping it under his foot.

           The crown meant power. The crown meant he and his brother were untouchable, but also in the most precarious position of their lives. Everyone wanted their favour or heads — to serve the throne or capture it for themselves. The crown was as dangerous as it was secure, but right now, all he cared about was that it had ruined his plans with you. 

         It took longer than usual to get the men briefed.  They had never been in the house before, so he had to start by mapping the area and the building.  Sharon’s intel was of good use, and he only wished he could wake her for more.  Yet, he was loathe to bother her in her condition.  Now that the meeting was over, he only wanted to see you.  

         So it was just his luck that he happened to see you walking up the hall just as he was coming down.  “Flower.”  You did not answer him.  In fact, you looked rather destroyed. 

          Long tears cut a path down your face, falling from red eyes all the way to a trembling mouth.  Your hands were clasped tightly together at your waist, and he could see a light sheen of sweat on your skin.  “Flower? Whatever is the matter?”  He reached out to you. You pulled away. 

          “I’m tired,” you said.  “I want to sleep.”  Your voice cracked with emotion as you told the lies he so easily sussed out. 

           “I do not think that is true.”  He spoke as though tending to a wounded child.  “You’re upset. Please tell me what happened.”  He spied it then— five long scratches running down your arm.  “What is this?” He gestured to the angry redness of your skin.  “Who did this?” 

           Your eyes dipped to your hand as though noticing the marks for the first time. “I ran into Lorelai—”

            “Lorelai.”  Fury burned in his chest.  He reached out to take your hand, and this time you did not stop him.  “I knew she was jealous, but I did not think she would attack you-”

           “Why won’t you kiss me?” you cried.

           Loki was so shocked he released your hand.  “What?”

           You threw your hands up. “Why won’t you kiss me?  Lorelai says you used to be all over her all the time.  She said you were always having sex, and you’re not one to take things slow.  I thought you liked me!”

          “I do!” Loki replied in a hushed tone.  “I do like you, flower. Why was Lorelai even speaking to you about me in the first place?  I told you she lies.”

          “But you said you were together!”  You wagged a finger at him, and it was then he smelled the ale on you. “You said that! So I know she’s not lying.  She also said you gave her jewelry, too, just like you did to all your women.”  You touched the necklace you wore.  “Is that what this is? A habit?”

          Never in his life had he wanted to strike a woman the way he wanted to smack Lorelai right now.  He knew he should have left her in that dungeon.  Alas, he was young, and that youth led him to convince his father to release her under condition.  She was going straight back as soon as he found her.

           “Darling, you need to tell me exactly what Lorelai said. She’s very good at twisting words and situations-”

           “Oh!” Anger flared on your face.  “And I’m just some silly little girl who didn’t know she was even Asgardian, so obviously I’d fall for it.”

          Loki gaped.  “That’s not-”

        “It’s because of James, isn’t it?” you asked, and his eyes widened at the accusation. “You don’t want to kiss me because of him.  You think I’m spoiled!  Rotten and raped and abused and dirty-” You stopped suddenly, back going rigid.

          “Flower?”  He was too afraid to touch you.  Instead, he let his hand hover near you in case you felt the need to take hold of it.  “Flower, are you okay?”

            In response, you hunched forward and vomited all over his shoes.

ooOOoo

           You had never been this humiliated.  Not even through James’ abuse, through him laughing at your pain and suffering, did you ever feel this level of mortification.  If you had to guess why, you’d say it was because you’d done it to yourself.  You drank the ale, you allowed yourself to be tricked by Lorelai and you threw up all over Loki’s shoes.

         To his credit, Loki did not flinch once.  He simply kicked off his now ruined shoes and led you barefoot back to your adjoined rooms.  From there, he instructed you to take a bath while he got some servants to clean up the mess you made. The bath did help some, but the hot, lavender-scented water was not enough to wash away the shame you felt.  By the time you were finished, you only wanted to sleep and pretend this night never happened. 

          Loki was waiting for you when you were done.  You stepped out in your sleeping robe to find him placing a tray near your bedside table.  He turned over his shoulder to look at you.  “Come.”

          You cast your red eyes down as you approached the bed.  Loki pulled back the covers without a word, allowing you to enter.  He then tucked them around you and took a seat at your side.  “Drink this,” he handed you a glass with a clear, fizzy liquid.  “It will help prevent any headaches and further nausea.  Drink it all.”

          While you drank, he took ahold of your hand.  He let his fingers hover over the marks inflicted by Lorelai, and one by one, they disappeared. It was like pulling a blanket over the lines, completely obscuring them from view until only unblemished skin remained.  “Thank you.”

          “You’re welcome.”  He took the empty glass from you.  “Rest your head.  Gentle now.”  He ran the back of his hand over your check, moving it all the way up until his palm rested on your head.  “I’m sorry I was late to the dinner.  I wish I could have prevented Lorelai from happening upon you.”  

           “It’s not your fault,” you whispered.  “I should’ve never listened to her.  I was wrong.”  You wiped a tear from your eye.  

             “Yes you were,” Loki agreed, much to your surprise.  “You were wrong when you said that I have any sort of avulsion towards you due to the sufferings you have endured.  The reason I am often careful with you, the reason I do not take liberties, is not because I find you repulsive. Rather, I want to ensure I do not cross any of your boundaries.  The speed at which I am courting you is not for lack of wanting.”

          “I never should’ve said that,” you told him, still reeling from his admission that he was, in fact, courting you.  “I was just angry.  Lorelai got into my head.”

           “As she is wont to do,” Loki finished.  “I will deal with her at a later time. Yes, I got her the bracelet.  Lorelai likes expensive things, and I often oblige to my lovers’ wants.  You have to remember this was a very long time ago.  My feelings for Lorelai were nothing but lust. Everyone I got involved with knew that.  We haven’t even spoken since we ended all those years ago.”

           “I understand.”

            Loki leaned forward to press a kiss to your forehead. You could not even muster up the annoyance that it was, once again, not your lips.  “Do not ever think less of yourself because of what was done to you. It was not your fault. James will be dealt with as soon as possible and as safely as possible. All of my efforts right now are diverted toward bringing him to justice without getting you more involved than you already are. Have some patience with me, and you will soon see that”.

           You nodded, unable to form any words after the complete spectacle you had made of yourself.  

            “And one more thing,” Loki said.  He lowered his face to yours, so close your noses touched.  “If you wanted me to kiss you, all you had to do was say so.”  

        And with that, he pressed his lips to yours.  

Chapter 17

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Surrogate Luna, Chapter 7

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings:  medical situations, major angst, mentions of being poisoned.

The seasons seemed to change just as quickly as Sharon disappeared with Brock and a trusted few of her own from her pack, leaving Steve and Cinna to their own happiness. 

While the pack was excited about Steve’s incoming pup, they were also on edge, constantly training in case Sharon came back looking for war. 

But Steve hadn’t expected her to come back so late into Cinna’s pregnancy.  Nearly two months had passed before she arrived again, boastful with her new sweetened scent and the assurance that she was with Brock’s pup as well. 

Steve didn’t care though.

He chose instead to ignore Sharon, and dote on Cinna and his pup, moving into Cinna’s quarters permanently. 

And in the mean time, Cinna had gotten along famously with the pack, fulfilling the duties of the alpha’s mate that Sharon had long ignored with Wanda, Maria, and Sarah always accompanying her. 

But Cinna knew that as part of the program, the good times always end.  Every night that Steve spent beside her meant one less night with the pack that she was growing so fond of.  So, it shocked Steve to his core when she seemed sad the day that their pup started kicking.

“Why are you not happy, luna?” Steve asked with a frown as his hand still rested on Cinna’s growing stomach, “are pup is happy and healthy, bouncing every day as he grows.”

“Can I be honest with you, Steve?”

Steve felt a knot in his stomach with the way she spoke, “What’s wrong, Cinna?  Is something wrong with our pup?  Are you-“

“I’m scared,” she said quickly, cutting him off, “I’m scared, Steve!”

Steve gave a heavy sigh. 

Part of him let like that was in part to Sharon. 

While she too had begun to grow, her stomach swelling more by the day as well, she had been just as threatening and intimidating to Cinna as the day that she’d been brought back to the packhouse.

“Nothing will happen with Sharon,” he tried to reassure her.  He leaned forward and rubbed his nose against her own, “none of her or her pac-“

“I don’t want to leave!”

Steve stopped speaking.

“Leave?” he asked, “What on earth are you talking about?  You’re not leaving.”

“I-I know that when I birth our pup…your pup…my contract is up,” she said quickly, giving him another sad look, “I don’t wan-“

“You’re not leaving me, omega,” Steve growled, feeling overwhelmed and territorial of his omega, “Cinna…I marked you.  I love you.  You are my Luna.  My true mate.  You are not going back to the program.  Ever!”

Her eyes met his, the shock making Steve’s heart break as he thought about how this must have been weighing on her mind so much that she was surprised to hear his declaration of devotion. 

“What?”

“Omega…I-I thought you knew it from the day that I brought you to the den,” he said quickly as he stroked her cheek, “the day I caught your scent in the facility…I made them promise you to me.  I had my pack lawyers go and break your contract.  You allowing me to mark you was the requirement, as it showed that I truly wanted to keep you for more than just creating pups.  Once I dissolve my relationship with Sharon…somehow…I want to have a true mating ceremony.  I-I want you to mark me as well omega.  You’re my omega…and I am your alpha.  You are my Luna.  My everything!”

“Really?”

Steve leaned forward, pressing his lips gently to hers, “yes, omega…really…”

She breathed a sigh of relief after studying Steve’s eyes for a moment, “I-I love you Steve!”

“And I love you, Cinna,” Steve replied sweetly, his hands still on her stomach, “and our pup…the first of many if I have my way!”

“I think you’ll always have your way, Steve!”

Steve rumbled loudly, a smirk growing on his face, “I think I like the sound of that, omega!”

“WE ARE ALMOST AT THE END OF OUR JOURNEY!” Steve claimed, his glass held high as he looked next to himself where Cinna was round with his child, “EIGHT MONTHS MY OMEGA HAS BEEN PREPARING FOR OUR PUP.  HELPING BREATHE LIFE INTO HIM.  HELPING HIM GROW IN THE SAFETY AND SECURITY OF OUR PACK!  AND I WANTED TO CELEBRATE WITH ALL OF YOU.  MY LOYAL PACK MATES.  WE HAVE CHOSEN TO NAME HIM STEVEN, THE SECOND OF HIS NAME, AFTER MYSELF!”

The pack roared with excitement at Steve’s toast. 

“More, luna?” one of the girls offered, holding the pitcher away from herself, extending it in offerance to the woman.

“Yes please?” Cinna smiled politely, before turning her attention back to Steve.  

“AND TO SHARON AND HER PACK,” Steve continued, trying to extend an olive branch to the woman he was still promised to, “FOR SHE AND BROCK HAVE CONCEIVED A PUP AS WELL.  AND FROM WHAT I AM TOLD, HE WILL BE A STRONG PUP TOO!  BOTH PACKS HAVE BEEN SECURED WITH HEIRS!”

Sharon’s pack cheered this time. 

“Let our packs be kind in peace, and share our borders as they have for years,” Steve offered, “to Packs Rogers and Carter!”

“ROGERS AND CARTER!”

Everyone took a sip from their glasses, with both Sharon and Cinna partaking in a non-alcoholic version. 

But the reaction was instantaneous within Steve. Across his own bond he could feel that something was wrong with Cinna. 

Worriedly, he looked over to her, and saw it in her eyes. 

“HEALER!” Steve yelled, calling for someone to help his omega as she dropped her cup and fell to the floor, “HEALER!”

“We can’t wait!”

“I need to-“

“Alpha, you can’t come any further!” one of the doctors said quickly as they tried to push the aggressive alpha away from the gurney which they’d been rushing to the operating room, “we just need to know your wishes!”

“Wishes?”

“If it comes down to it,” the doctor said nervously, not wanting to say what Steve had already been thinking, “if it comes to your pup or your omega-“

“My omega!” he said quickly, “I-I can’t lose Cinna!”

“We’ll do our best, alpha!”

Words couldn’t describe how Steve had felt. 

How he was reacting. 

“Well?”

“She was poisioned,” Maria admitted, not daring to look her alpha in the eye, “her glass-“

“WHO DID IT!” he roared.

“We don’t know…” Wanda admitted even more nervously, “there wasn’t any way to trace it.  The person refilling cups was knocked out.  N-none of us were paying attention.”

“THAT IS MY MATE!” he screamed, pointing in the direction of the operating room, “BECAUSE NONE OF YOU WERE PAYING ATTENTION, SHE MIGHT DIE!  MY PUP MIGHT DIE!  I HAD-“

“Steve…” Sam tried, cutting off the alpha.  He put his hand on his friend’s shoulder.

But Steve shook his head at him, the tears streaking down his cheeks, “before she went in, the doctor asked me who I would save if I could only save one of them…I want whoever did this in the dungeon before the full moon!”

“Steve…that’s in two days!”

“Be happy I’m giving you that time…” he growled, shooting daggers at Maria, Sam, Sarah, and Wanda, “if she dies…if my pup dies…I don’t know what I’ll do!”

Cinna’s eyes opened, and everything was blurry.

Everything ached. 

It felt like she’d been hit by a truck, and her body parts had been thrown back in and her body sewn shut without any order.

“CINNA!”

Instantly Cinna was overwhelmed by the anxiety lacing Steve’s scent. 

She could hardly see him because everything was too bright and blurry, but she knew him by his scent.  She went to lift a hand, but Steve grabbed hold of her. 

“Wh-what happened?” she asked slowly, her eyes adjusting to the hospital room, “Wh-where am I?”

“The pack hospital!” he answered quickly. 

It was then that Cinna noticed the tears in Steve’s eyes, and her mind went to the worst possible scenario.  She looked down at her stomach and noticed that it was smaller.  Her own eyes went wide, “o-our pup!  Steve where is-“

A crying interrupted her question. 

Her eyes watered, and tears started to fall down her cheeks as she caught the whines of her pup.  Steve rushed away from her to scoop the newborn up, before bringing him right back, “he-he’s fine, omega.  Our baby boy is fine.  He came into the world fighting…”

“Stevie!” Cinna whimpered, reaching out to take her pup. 

The newborn’s eyes opened, and her heart melted; the bond between mother and son instant.  Stevie stopped crying and looked at his mother curiously with eyes that mirrored his fathers.

“I-I was worried about you!” Steve admitted, “they-they got him out before the poison affected him…but you-“

“He’s okay!” she cooed, her eyes unwavering from her little boy as she cradled him against her breast, “Steve…he-he’s okay.  Stevie’s okay!  Our pup is alright and that’s all that matters.  He’s here!  And he’s perfect!”

“I’m going to kill whoever did this to you, omega!” Steve promised as he reached out to her, “I-I want you to know that!”

“I’m just glad that Stevie’s okay…” she sobbed, kissing the top of her son’s head.   With her free hand, she reached out and took Steve’s hand in her own, “Steve…I-I want to do the ceremony…if someone’s willing to try and kill us…I-I don’t want to hide behind excuses of why we can’t…I-I don’t care what Sharon’s pack thinks…we need to do what’s best for our pack!”

Steve felt a sense of pride filling his chest as he listened to her words.  He lifted her hand up and kissed it, “whatever you want, Luna…”

Chapter 8

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The Effect You Got On Me (Part 4)

PART IV: I wish that I could tell you that you're all that I want

PART 1 // PART 2 // PART 3 // PART 5

Summary: Kate's acting strange and you don't understand what's going on anymore.

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Reader

Warnings: Some light cursing. 18+ still for previous and future parts. MINORS, DNI.

Word Count: 3.7k

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Author's Note: man, this was much more difficult to write than I thought it would be but here it is. Title from Why by Shawn Mendes. Once again, thank you so much for all the feedback, it makes me so happy to read your comments and thoughts on this little thing.

Kate’s strange behavior only increased as time went by. Some days, she would disappear into thin air, completely unreachable. Others, she would knock on your door and crawl into your bed late at night, mumbling that she couldn’t sleep when you weren’t there. Kate would hide her face in the crook of your neck, falling asleep immediately after wrapping your arms around her waist, only to disappear before you woke up. You would have believed it to be a dream had it not been for America questioning you about it after the third or fourth time it happened. 

“Tell Kate she doesn’t have to sneak out,” America told you. “As long as there’s no funny business happening with me in the room, I don’t mind her sleeping over. You look cute together.”

And you didn’t know anymore if America was just teasing or if your best friend knew or had heard something the other night, but you didn’t care about that in the least.

The only thing you cared about was Kate.

Questioning her was futile, though. The archer expertly avoided the subject, going on random tangents about her competitions if it ever came up. If you insisted, she'd come up with some random excuse to leave immediately, promising to call, which she would never do. 

You couldn’t help but wonder if whatever was bothering her had something to do with your arrangement. You wrecked your brain trying to figure it out, every sign pointing to game night and how her whole mood changed suddenly.  

Perhaps, seeing all her friends together, Kate had come to the conclusion that what you had was more trouble than it was worth. Maybe she was already itching to be with someone new; to make her nights more exciting, and she was struggling to come up with ways to let you down easy. It made sense too, with tournament season and the semester nearing its conclusion. Sooner rather than later, things with Kate would have to end. 

Her absence pained you more than you were willing to admit. You had grown used to the plush of Kate's lips tracing every inch of your skin like a map to an invaluable treasure, icy eyes glistening sinfully with every whimper her touch emanated in its wake. 

The idea of losing that haunted you, but not more so than losing everything else your routine brought. 

You loved waking up an hour early every morning to have breakfast with Kate, each ordering different things on the menu so you could share. You loved how the archer would look your way every time she made the bullseye at archery practice, a grin overtaking her face whenever she saw you cheering for her. You loved her stupid jokes, her stories about the reckless adventures that drove her mother nuts, and the things she said late at night after sex that seemed so sacred you wouldn’t dare to speak to anybody else. 

All of that would change once Kate decided she wanted to get back out there, and there was nothing you could do to stop it. With how she was acting, maybe all you could really do was prepare for the blow. 

“Y/N, where’s your other half? It’s so weird to see you without her now."

It was a nice mid-spring day, cool light air complementing the warm sunlight. Perfect for spending the two hours you had to kill before class reading under the shade of an old oak tree, using your backpack as a pillow. Yelena approached you with a playful smile tugging at her lips, sitting by you cross-legged with her back resting on the tree trunk. 

”Haha, very funny. If you're asking about your best friend, Lena, she's probably at fencing practice." 

Yelena arched her eyebrows. "And you aren't with her? Color me surprised." 

"I haven’t heard from her in a few days.” You sighed. “Didn't want to show up uninvited. She's been acting a little… off lately.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it,” Yelena brushed it off, her expression relaxing. “Kate gets all in her head when the last stretch of competitions is around the corner. It's a Bishop thing, her mother is the same way."

You bit on your cheek, unconvinced. “Are you sure? 'cause I can’t shake this feeling that something else is going on.”

“I am sure that, if it was, she would tell you. You’re like her new best friend now.”

 “Yelena…”

“It’s not a complaint!” the blonde quickly clarified, putting both her hands in the air. “I know I am irreplaceable. You’ve gotten really close is all I’m saying.” 

"I dunno, I feel like she might be tired of hanging out with me so much." 

Yelena huffed in amusement. "Come on, you don't believe that. If I wasn't friends with both of you, I'd truly believe the rumors that you're dating." 

"What?" Your voice came out high-pitched, almost choking on your own spit. You sat up, clearing your throat. "Why would you say that?" 

"I don't know, you're so… touchy." she scrunched up her nose in discomfort at that last part. "And you go everywhere together. She even brings you to the archery range! Like, that's something else." 

"Please, I've seen her flirt with an endless amount of girls there." 

"Yeah, but they just show up. Kate has never, not once, taken anyone to her sacred grounds willingly." Yelena smiled, hazel eyes glowing wickedly. "That was until you, of course. Do you know how many girls would kill to hold her quiver? And you get to do it regularly." 

You chewed on your lip, hoping with all of you that Yelena couldn't hear the thunderous beating of your heart nor the rattling zoo in your belly. Not only had you held her quiver, but Kate had also taught you how to shoot. She had kissed you at the archery range, more than once by that point. You thought that might mean something too, but hearing someone else saying it made you feel warm inside. Especially if that someone was Kate's best friend. 

"It's a shame Kate doesn't do relationships, really. You'd make a cute couple. I would ship it." 

And just like that, you could have sworn your heart stopped for a second. You forced a smile, immediately losing track of anything else the blonde said, all of the hopes and dreams you didn't know you had about Kate pulverized into smithereens. 

Was that the reason you felt so strange over her sudden silence? 

Your mind traveled back to game night. Nobody else noticed the change in her attitude because she didn't do anything out of the ordinary. Kate was just a little quieter than usual, but that also happened when she was completely focused on her game. It was the little things in her presence that gave it away, and you had only noticed it because you couldn't focus on anything else but Kate. 

Fuck. 

Was it possible that, despite your better judgment, you had fallen for the one person that could never love you back? 

—

The archer shifted her weight from one foot to the other, anxiously waiting outside your classroom. Well, several feet away, hiding behind a bush, but near your classroom nonetheless. She took a look at the smartwatch on her wrist. 30 more minutes left of your class. 

It had been a whole week of debating. Kate would still show up every day to pick you up after class but her brand new feelings were overwhelming, and having little to no experience with them, she simply didn't know what to do. She'd argue with herself for a while, before turning away five minutes before your class ended to alleviate all of her frustrations by striking the punching bag in her apartment. The bag was starting to come apart at the seams with how much she was using it lately. 

Kate thought she could control how she felt at first. After that night at Yelena's, she tried to carry on with her life and your arrangement as if nothing was happening, but now that she was aware of her feelings, everything you did made her heart flutter and get her hopes up for something she couldn't have. Fully settled in her panic, her first reaction was to run away, keeping herself at a distance in an attempt to make her feelings fade away, as all things always did. 

It obviously wasn't working. No matter how much Kate tried to focus solemnly on her upcoming competitions, being away from you only made her miss you, and you were the only thought that would never leave her mind. 

Her body begged for your touch. Kate ignored it as much as she could, but there were nights when the yearning weighed so heavily on her chest that the only thing that could ease the sensation was basking in your embrace as much as possible. When Kate was in your arms, everything would feel right again. She would only leave in the morning before you woke up because if she didn't, she would tell you the truth. And Kate wasn't ready to do that yet.  

Her smartwatch chirped, an alarm set to remind her she had fifteen minutes to decide. This was her last chance. Staying or leaving. Kate sighed, ocean eyes settling on the door at the end of the hall that separated you from her. She wanted to see you. More than anything, she wanted things to go back the way they were, fun and uncomplicated, you by her side. But she couldn't have that again. 

Kate tightened her grip on the strap of her backpack, looking down at her boots. 

She couldn't do it.  

"Time to go," the brunette mumbled under her breath, shooting one last look at your classroom, the shadow of a figure that wasn't there before coming into her line of vision. 

Kate turned her head, curious. It was a tall blonde woman, dressed in jeans and striped button-up with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows,  casually leaning against the wall of a classroom across from yours while mindlessly scrolling through her phone.

Kate's stomach immediately dropped, fists clenching tightly. Just what she needed. 

Sharon fucking Carter. 

A million scenarios crossed Kate's mind, each worse than the last. Had you gotten back together with your ex? No, Kate wanted to believe you were better than to go back after everything you had gone through. Besides, it hadn't even been a week since the last time you had slept with Kate. It wasn't possible unless your arrangement was so casual that it meant nothing to you.

The monster with sharp teeth that tore her up the other night was back, kicking and screaming. Her fingers tingled, suddenly urging her to forget all of her fears and protect you. Keep Sharon as far away from hurting you again as she could. Before she could register what she was doing, Kate was marching towards your classroom. 

"Carter, I didn't peg you as the type to be interested in psychology!" Kate exclaimed, shoving her hands into her pockets. "I thought you had to have feelings for that specific class." 

Sharon looked up from her phone, immediately rolling her eyes when she saw the archer. "Bishop, what a displeasure. Not that it is any of your business but I'm waiting for Y/N." 

"What could you possibly have to do with Y/N?" Kate clicked her tongue. "Last time I checked, you were the asshole that broke her heart." 

"As I said, none of your business so, you know, get lost." 

"It absolutely is my business. Y/N is my–" Kate trailed off, unsure of how to describe you. Friend? Lover? The person that made her knees go weak? 

Sharon crossed her arms over her chest, smirking. "Don't even try, I know that rumor about you two is bullshit. She would never go out with someone like you." 

"What's that supposed to mean?" 

"What you heard. Y/N needs a lot more than what an emotionally unavailable spoiled brat has to offer."  

The archer had to summon all of her willpower not to punch Sharon in the face. "Well, I can assure you it certainly is more than what the poor excuse of a prick with commitment issues she used to date ever did for her." 

Sharon pushed herself off the wall, fixing her posture and standing tall in front of Kate, baby blue eyes sparkling with defiance. Sharon was slightly taller but Kate still stared right back with the same fire. 

"At least she did want me, Bishop. Not sure you can say the same thing."

Your ex's words shouldn't have stung, but they did. Still, Kate pridefully lifted her chin, trying to seem unbothered. 

"You don't know anything about me and Y//N, Carter." 

Before any of the two could say anything else, the classroom door opened and a wave of students rushed out. Both women turned to the door, searching for you in the multitude. Kate could feel her nerves rising to the surface again, which had been long forgotten as she argued with Sharon. You were one of the last few to come out, a puzzled expression striking your features at seeing them together.

Kate's heart beat erratically against her ribcage. 

Sharon was the first one to speak. "You're a sight for sore eyes, Y/N," she said with a charming smile, making Kate purse her lips in annoyance. 

"What are you doing here?" The confusion was even present in your voice. 

"I've been meaning to talk to you," Sharon explained, sounding overly sweet. "I would have done it sooner if it wasn't 'cause you seem to have a very irritating shadow." She sideyed Kate, who let out a snarky laugh. "I came to get you today because I thought you were done with her." 

"I'm so very sorry to disappoint you," Kate snarled, stepping into your space and standing next to you, her hip slightly bumping with yours as she stared at Sharon with fury in her eyes. 

"I think things were pretty clear last time we spoke, Sharon." 

"I beg to differ," the blonde replied. "Come on, baby, let me take you out for dinner."   

"She doesn't deserve a second of your time, Y/N." 

"You don't know shit, Bishop, so why don't you just go play with your pointy sticks? Nobody wants you here," Sharon spouted. Kate clenched her teeth, the muscles in her throat tightening with the motion. 

"I'll go do that but I promise you won't like it when I stick them up your–"

"Kate," you interjected, throwing her a warning look. 

"Are you not listening to her? She's an absolute dic–"

"Katie."

The brunette turned to you as you placed your hand on her forearm, effectively ending her staring contest with Sharon. Her expression softened when her blue gaze met yours.  

"Please."

Kate huffed in disbelief, shaking her head in disapproval and mumbling the word unbelievable under her breath. You softly rubbed her arm, silently trying to calm her down. You said nothing else for a moment, shooting Kate's nerves off the wall while Sharon kept her eyes on you, expectantly. The archer could almost see the gears turning in your head, pondering your options, which appalled her. 

How could you even consider listening to whatever Sharon had to say after everything she had done? After everything between you and Kate? 

Sharon noticed, too, or so Kate thought as the blonde flashed you a dazzling smile, and said, "I'll make it worth your while, I promise." 

Kate knew your answer before you even said it. Your mouth opened and closed like a fish several times, and her stomach turned in swirls. Just like that day at Yelena's, Kate felt a crushing pressure on her chest, cutting off the air and making her lungs burn. 

She should have left when she had the chance. 

You turned to her, chewing on your lip. "I'll come find you after I talk to Sharon, okay?"

Better yet, she should have closed the door in your face when you showed up crying at her door when the woman standing in front of her with a triumphant smirk on her face broke your heart.  

"Don't bother, it's fine." 

Kate would have lost a friend then, instead of her heart.

—

The vibration of a bowstring firing an arrow cut through the evening silence with a vengeance, a loud thud filling the air with the strength behind the shot. Far to the left. 

“Come on,” Kate exclaimed under her breath in frustration, pulling another arrow from her quiver and aiming at the same spot. She inhaled, letting the cool spring air fill her lungs before letting that arrow cut through the air again. It landed far to the right.

“Stop thinking about it, Bishop,” she muttered to herself, placing her bow and arrow in position. “Just…” she started, tensing the bowstring, “Let it go,” and finished her sentence with the sound of a flying arrow vibrating through the atmosphere.

Near the bullseye, but not quite.

The archer groaned, annoyed. She had her next competition in a  few days–she couldn’t let her stupid feelings get in the way of another trophy. She had a reputation to maintain.

You watched the whole thing from a distance, not sure if you were ready to make your presence known yet. 

You fucked up. You knew it from the moment you watched a furious Kate walk away, your heart following after her. You confirmed it when Sharon threw her arm around your shoulders like she used to do when you were dating, blabbering about something you didn't hear because you felt uncomfortable under her touch. Sharon kept on talking as you walked, and all you could think about was the hurt in Kate's eyes when she realized you were going to say yes to Sharon. 

Truthfully, curiosity got the best out of you.  Seeing her took you by surprise, especially when the looked so sure of herself when you hadn't spoken in months. 

Sharon was never one to show up just like that. No, the blonde liked playing the long game, texting you out of nowhere to ask how you had been. Every other time you had broken up, she infiltrated your life little by little, charming her way back into your heart like the very first time. It was only when she was sure she had you that she would come forward. It was strange, out of the ordinary, and you just wanted to know what had changed. 

It only occurred to you that her sudden interest had everything to do with the rumors about you and Kate when she proposed going to your favorite diner, the small one off-campus she called dingy and gross many times during your relationship despite knowing how much you loved it, and that everyone knew you now visited often with Kate.

The conversation didn't last too long after. You called her out, she got defensive, and told you that she couldn't fathom losing you to someone like Kate. You got into a fight, Sharon said all the things she would always say when she wanted you back and you saw right through her lies, kicking yourself internally for ever thinking having that conversation was worth it.

You had only lost your time, ruined your night, and hurt Kate in the process. 

So, there you were, at the archery range late at night, collecting all of your courage to apologize to the furious archer who kept shooting with such strength you were afraid the target board was going to break in half. 

“Goddamn it!” you heard Kate shout exasperated after another arrow failed to make the bullseye. She dropped the bow to the floor, making you jump, and she ran her anxious fingers through her hair. 

You sighed. It was now or never. 

"You're too tense," you spoke. "You need to lower your elbow a little bit." 

Kate turned around at the sound of your voice, so many different feelings in the blue of her eyes your heart clenched inside your chest. Hurt, anger, disappointment. She had never looked at you that way. You hated it. 

She didn't say anything, just stared holes into you for a while before turning to pick up her bow and collect the arrows pinned to the boards. 

You continued your previous thought. "You know, the World's Greatest Archer gave me that advice, so it's pretty solid." 

"What do you want?" Her voice was icy, unnerving. 

"I came to apologize. I–" 

"No need." Kate pulled another arrow and shot. Far to the left, again. "Now leave. I'm busy." 

You licked your lips, uneasy. "I know I–" 

"I saw what happened," another arrow, further to the right. "There's no need to explain." 

"Katie, that's not–" 

"It's Kate." 

"Fine. Kate," You said in a shaky breath, trying so very hard to keep the tears at bay. "Please, just list–" 

"No, you listen, Y/N," Kate said, turning back to you, her bow dropping to the floor again. "If you want to go back to Carter, go right ahead, I don't care. Just don't come knocking on my door when she hurts you again. I don't wanna hear it." 

The wrath in her voice felt like a bucket of ice-cold water being thrown over your head, your heart shattered into a million pieces on the floor. You wanted to grab her face and kiss her, tell her you didn't want Sharon, that you wanted her, but the expression on her face told you that whatever was it that you had was over. So you needed to know. 

"Why are you so angry if you haven't even talked to me in a week?" 

Kate scoffed, turning her back to you. She pulled another arrow from her quiver and picked up her bow again, adjusting her position to fire once more. She took a deep breath, and squinted one eye, focusing directly on the center of the board. 

You could almost swear she was picturing putting that arrow through your head. 

"I'm not your girlfriend, Y/N. Never was. We just fucked. I don't have to explain myself to you." 

She let go of the arrow.

Bullseye.

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Tony snoops through your phone and discovers some uh, fantasies and desires you’ve been keeping hidden. He takes it upon himself to make those fantasies and desires a reality, thanks to his amazing nanotechnology and trusted AI.  (A/B/O Roleplay)

Til the Veins Start to Shiver Bruce Banner/Female Reader – Mature, Complete

You decide to tease Bruce with some provocative photos while he's working. Bruce decides to tease you right back, and then some.  (Light Dom/Sub)

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The Reader isn’t quick to comply with Stephen’s instructions and he gives her a hard time.

There’s Only Butterflies (Take Me Away) Stephen Strange/Reader, Strange Supreme/Reader, Defender Strange/Reader, Supreme Strange/Reader, Sinister Strange/Reader – Mature, Complete

It’s a pocket-dimension full of sunshine, with love that’s all theirs.

A Sweet Escape (To Better Days) Stephen Strange/Reader, Strange Supreme/Reader, Defender Strange/Reader, Supreme Strange/Reader, Sinister Strange/Reader – Mature, Complete

While it at first it weighed heavily on her, the knowledge that five of the most powerful beings in the multiverse were with her instead of protecting all of reality, she couldn’t deny the thrill that also came with that. The universe truly revolved around her. Her loves revolved around her and everything she was, she had, she did was for them in return.

Sometimes It Hurts Instead

Stephen/Reader (unrequited), Stephen/Clea, Reader/Reader's Husband - Teen, Complete

You see that the man you'd once had feelings for has moved on. You're not sure how to feel.

Waiting for the sun to be rising

Stephen/Chronically Ill!Reader - Mature, Complete

After a wild romp, you relax with Stephen and contemplate your relationship, reassuring him that regardless of what he does (or doesn’t) say you know exactly how he feels about you.

With a little peace and some harmony

Stephen/Chronically Ill!Reader - Teen, Complete

You’re sick and thanks to a weakened immune system, having a hard time resting and fighting it off. It’s absolutely miserable but lucky for you, Stephen is more than willing to step into the role of caretaker and help you feel better.

 Starker Fics (Tony Stark/Peter Parker)

Please note that Peter is an adult in all of these.

This is What You Came For Mature, Complete

Mr. Stark has had enough of what he considers to be Peter's not-so-subtle hints that he wants to get f*cked. He decides to teach Peter a lesson.

An Absolutely Peerless Cure Dark!Tony – Mature, Complete

When Peter gets the hiccups while on patrol, Tony takes it upon himself to help rid him of the pesky problem. Sure, that Wikipedia article could be absolute horseshit, and sure, Dr. Strange had been tipsy when he agreed with it, but it's a risk Tony's willing to take in his quest to draw Peter closer to him.

…And Many More Mature, Complete

Tony has a surprise for Peter's birthday, putting a true Tony Stark spin on a long-standing wish that Peter's had. Because whether he's giving or receiving, Tony is always in charge. Not that Peter's complaining.

(Just to See How It Feels) Mature, Complete

It's late. Peter's tired and wants to sleep because he has a big exam in the morning. Tony's horny. So maybe he can convince Peter to let him put in just the tip. (It's never just the tip.)

Getting the Best Mature, Complete

Peter Benjamin Parker is a genius. A once-in-a-lifetime type of genius.

And the little prick has the nerve to be undecided, even with the promise of a full-ride to MIT.

Even Saints Into Savages Mature, Complete

The mission was supposed to be a cake walk. Get in, get the stupid mystic alien amulet, get home. So, they figured it was safe enough to bring Peter along. Only Rocket assumes something, and that assumption leads to an awkward situation for everyone involved. Tony'll do whatever it takes to save Peter. If only he didn't know that he'd enjoy it so damn much. (Aliens Made Them Do It)

Back to Where You’ve Never Been Mature, Work in Progress

In an alternate reality, Peter Parker is living out his dream of being Spider-Man and working as an intern for Stark Industries (and the Avengers!) under his hero, Tony Stark, before heading off to college.  For the most part, it's incredible.  Okay, the Avengers treat him like he's still a child, and Mr. Stark's not exactly the friendliest mentor. But still, it's good.

Except that recently, Mr. Stark's been in the worst mood and Peter finds himself the unwitting focus of the man's ire.  He tries to keep his spirits up and tell himself that it's not personal, that anyone in the lab would be a target, but when Mr. Stark kicks him out, Peter knows he's done.

Then he finds himself falling for what feels like an eternity before returning to New York.  Only it's not his New York City and the Iron Man he ends up fighting alongside is definitely not his Iron Man.  Anthony Stark is kind of perfect.  The Other Avengers are kind of perfect.  Everyone here seems to love him.  And when he and Anthony are tapped by Dr. Strange to help seal the rift between realities, Peter finds himself wondering if he was supposed to be in the reality with Anthony all along.  (AU of an AU)

Updated with Chapter 13 on 11 June 2023

SpiderStrange Fics (Peter Parker/Stephen Strange)

Please note that Peter is an adult in all of these.

One in Fourteen Million, Six Hundred and Five Dark-ish!Stephen – Mature, Complete

Stephen doesn't have time to admire Peter as much as he'd like, given that they're trying to stop total Armageddon. This is the fate of the universe at stake; his attraction doesn't really have a place here. But even still...

("Oh, we're using our made-up names? Ok, I'm Spider-Man.")

Something about this stupidly brave and chatty guy intrigues him.

Now That I’ve Found You (I Won’t Let You Go) Dark!Stephen – Mature, Complete

All Stephen wants is for Peter Parker to be happy and safe... with him. When Peter rejects Stephen? Stephen doesn't take it very well. He'll just have to ensure that Peter realizes that Stephen is his future.

Only Of What’s Mine Mature, Complete

Peter wasn't expecting to find an Alpha so soon after turning 18. After all, many Omegas don't bond with an Alpha at all until they're in their mid-20s at least. But after everything on Titan and the Snap and then the Blip and Mr. Stark nearly killing himself to destroy Thanos once and for all, Stephen had taken an interest in Peter. And Peter, god help him, was just as taken with the Alpha. (A/B/O AU)

The (It’s Not Sex Pollen!) Powder of Prana Mature, Complete

Stephen warns Peter to be careful while exploring the Sanctum. Peter, naturally, doesn't listen. The Powder of Prana goes flying. And now Stephen finds himself the only person Peter trusts to keep him from dying. With sex. (Sex Pollen AU)

Private Practice Mature, Complete

Peter Parker's appointment with Dr. Strange doesn't go as he'd planned when the good doctor prescribes a certain medical procedure. (Medical Kink/Medical Play)

Yours to Break (But Always Mend) Mature, Complete

Peter’s tears had long since stopped, replaced by weak, hitched sobs sometime after what might have been the sixth or seventh blow. He couldn’t remember why snapping back at Stephen like a brat had seemed like a good idea. He couldn’t remember why breaking the rules in the first place - starting all of this - had seemed like a good idea. (Dom/Sub)

I Know the Storms Will Always Come (But I Still Love to Have You Around) Mature, WIP

After Endgame, Stephen returns from another dimension to find Peter's life threatened by Quentin Beck's schemes. He undoes the damage and takes a struggling Peter into his care.

Peter needs time and a safe place to rebuild himself; Stephen's happy to provide that, even as he works to push aside the feelings he has. It's a tricky line to walk, setting boundaries and structure for Peter while imagining those same things in a very different context.

As Peter begins to come back to his usual self, personalities and wills clash, occasionally helped along by a certain Witch and a perpetually amused and exasperated Librarian. And Stephen finds that he can't plan for everything.

These Inconvenient Fireworks Mature, WIP

After a battle, Mr. Stark crosses a line with Peter. Peter, tired of being on the receiving end of Mr. Stark's anger, asks Stephen - who's witnessed everything - to take him away. In doing so, Stephen starts down a path with Peter he didn't see coming.

Alternatively: Peter's heart gets broken and Stephen helps put it back together.

Updated 29 Nov 2021

It’s All Routine Mature, Complete

Peter Parker is back at Dr. Strange's office for a physical required by his upcoming internship. He's hoping it will be quick and easy, but when Dr. Strange finds out that he hasn't had a physical since he was a young child, his hopes are dashed. Dr. Strange intends to be very thorough. (Medical Kink/Medical Play)

You Kiss Your Sorcerer With That Mouth? Mature, Complete

During a mission, Spider-Man lets some choice words for Dr. Doom slip. Stephen's less than pleased at Peter's disregard for how he's supposed to conduct himself as Spider-Man when he's in the public eye. He gives Peter some time to think about what he's done, and has a creative way to ensure Peter thinks twice before doing it again. (Domestic Discipline)

Help Me Up, Let’s Keep On Running Mature, Complete

Peter and Stephen have several rules set up in their dynamic. The two biggest? That Peter will look after his health and well-being, and that they will always be honest with each other.  

Peter manages to break both of them in one fell swoop, and Stephen is none too pleased.

Discussions are had, actions lead to consequences, and Peter emerges from the experience secure in the knowledge that Stephen will do whatever it takes to make sure he's cared for and loved. (Domestic Discipline)

I Can See The Man That I Fell For Fighting Mature, Complete

It was supposed to be a quick in and out job. Just into the study to grab his book he’d left in there by accident the night before, and then out before Stephen even knew he was up and about. Harmless.

It wasn’t his fault that Cloak decided it needed to follow him around like some overly nosy puppy. Or that Cloak decided it needed to join him in the study as he looked for his book. Or that Cloak had decided to apparently “guard” something in the study in way that just screamed suspicious and naturally piqued Peter’s curiosity.

In and out, no harm done.

But when it became clear that Peter was overstaying his welcome in the space, Cloak had also felt the need to snitch.

He’d really, really fucked up. (Domestic Discipline)

This Back's Not Going to Break So Easily - Part 1 of 2, This Back’s Not Going to Break So Easily - Part 2 of 2

Mature, Complete

When Peter comes to Stephen upset and insisting he needs to be punished, Stephen knows something's wrong. Given a chance to calm down and feel safe, Peter explains what happened while he was at the Tower working in the labs and interrupted by Harley. Stephen reassures Peter that he did nothing wrong and does his best to comfort him.

Also featured: Stephen confronting Tony and Harley like a boss, Peter and Stephen's love, trust, and mutual respect for each other, lots of fluffy/dirty teasing, and pizza. (Domestic Discipline)

And I Let the Knots of Time Come Undone Mature, Complete

After breaking one of their established rules, Stephen finds himself at Peter's service for the day. Tasked with his least favorite chores, Stephen tries to maintain his sanity and make it through, all while reluctantly admitting to himself that all things considered, he's getting off easy.

If only he could get rid of that damn bell... (Domestic Discipline)

Our Road Gets Better With Every Bend Mature, Complete

Peter's getting ready for his junior year at Columbia. But before he goes back to school, there's the matter of his 21st birthday to deal with. Which is inevitably going to affect The Rules he and Stephen have. And what should be a nice night out for Peter's birthday takes a bit of a detour when a former acquaintance from Peter's freshman year unexpectedly runs into the happy couple.

Stephen's not jealous. No, not one bit. (Domestic Discipline)

Maybe If I Hold You Close, Baby We Could Just Let Go Teen, Complete

While the idea of accompanying Stephen to the high-brow fundraisers and charity galas seemed glamorous at first, Peter found the reality turned out to be much more disappointing. Everyone looks down their nose at him; people are forever swarming Stephen and flirting with him; and Peter usually finds himself alone, bored, counting the time until they can leave. However, he keeps attending in the hopes that he'll finally get a chance to dance with Stephen like he'd imagined.

One night he gets to dance with a surprising friend, which may finally lead to a bit of happiness at the damned events going forward.

Or Stephen might take issue, if another friend doesn’t take it upon herself to give him a clue. (Domestic Discipline)

I'm Counting On A New Beginning, A Reason For Living Mature, Complete

Peter's been in a bad mood and his recent stretch of bad luck isn't helping matters. Stephen hasn't been able to get through to him, and even when Peter takes his punishments for acting out, something's off. Worried about his partner, Stephen tries to think of what it is he might have done wrong. Upset, Peter pulls away.

It takes a bad set of prototype arrows, saving someone's life, a friend snitching, a stern Dr. Palmer taking control of a situation, a very un-teamlike spying session, and an uncomfortable discussion or two before Stephen and Peter are back on the same page. (Domestic Discipline)

Man, What Are You Doing Here? Mature, Complete

He only had one final left to take... and then he was done with everything until the fall semester of his final year as an undergraduate. Since his final wasn’t until Thursday afternoon, he didn’t see the harm in going out with some friends to celebrate and cute loose on Tuesday evening.

Would he have chosen a bar? No. He wasn’t supposed to drink on school nights and honestly, he preferred going to the movies or a show. But he was in college and honestly, it wasn’t like it needed to be a big deal.

And it wasn’t like Stephen needed to know. (Domestic Discipline)

Cold Comes From the East Side (Ch. 1)(Ch. 2)(Ch. 3) Mature, WIP

Peter breaks one of the rules in a spectacular way and suffers the consequences. It's rare for Stephen to actually be angry with him, but given the circumstances, Peter supposes the anger is more than earned. It's a hell of a situation for the pair of them and Peter wonders if they'll actually make it through. (Domestic Discipline)

Published Chapter 3 on 14 August 2023

Goodbye Grey Sky, Hello Blue Mature, WIP

In an alternate universe where trains and zeppelins are still common forms of travel and the internet and cell phones exist, Peter Parker has few options left after he's swindled out of his inheritance. Unable to pay for college, let alone keep the house left to him by his deceased aunt, he's running out of time before he's out on the streets. Desperate, Peter signs his life over to the Bureau of Civic Spousal Selections to take his chances as the selected husband of a complete stranger. After all, he only has to make it through a year and then he can choose to annul.

Dr. Stephen Strange has little interest in marriage, preferring to focus on his career. When his career is threatened by what a nosy board of directors considers a "lack of personal fulfillment and settling down," he opts to select a spouse through the BCSS and chooses Peter Parker. The young man's profile suggests intelligence and compatibility. It's not ideal, but if after a year it's not working out, he can always annul the marriage and send Peter on his way.

It's a marriage neither truly wants, with sharp learning curves for both. It's either going to be forever or it's going to go down in flames. (Domestic Discipline, 1950s-Modern Fusion AU)

Updated with Chapter 31 on 2 December 2023

Nevertheless, Recover Mature, Complete

Peter finds himself once again in Dr. Strange's office, hoping to find a reason and a cure for his latest ailment.  He's come to the right place, since Dr. Strange will do everything it takes to diagnose and treat Peter. Hopefully, Peter will survive the embarrassment. (Medical Kink/Medical Play)

Doctor 13 Fics (Christine Palmer/Sharon Carter)

Baby, You Don't Gotta Fight Mature, WIP

Ch. 1, Ch. 2, Ch. 3, Ch. 4, Ch. 5, Ch. 6, Ch. 7

Dr. Christine Palmer is just living her life, content in her job as a trauma surgeon and happily moonlighting as Peter Parker's general physician at her old friend Stephen's request.

One evening as she finishes up examining Peter, she encounters the force of nature that's Sharon Carter, who seems to have a reckless streak a mile wide.

She's not sure what to make of the spy-turned-Avenger, but she can tell Sharon's hurting, and Christine's healing nature won't be ignored.

Iron 13 Fics (Tony Stark/Sharon Carter)

Feels So Right, Can’t be Wrong Teen, WIP

Prologue | Yellow Tulip | Blue Salvia | Yellow Narcissus | Red Morning Glory

The setting: Sanctum General Hospital in Sanctum Heights, New Amsterdam

Starring: Sharon Carter - former Central Security Bureau operative, Selecting Spouse in a horrifically failed Bureau of Civic Spousal Selections marriage, patient AND Anthony Edward "Tony" Stark - owner and CEO of Stark Industries, Futurist determined to rebuild a world his father built weapons to destroy, love interest

With Appearances by:  Nurse Wong, Orderly Rintrah, and Billy the Admin

And Featuring Doctor Stephen Strange as "the Surgeon"

Or, "Five Dates Tony and Sharon Had in Her Hospital Room and One They Had After She Was Discharged"

Updated 23 November 2023

The Phoenix Protocol Mature, WIP

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

No one else but Tony thought anything was off about Sharon. Investigating on his own, he discovered and brought down her Skrull impersonator and when he found the real Sharon near death, he made a choice that would change both of their lives.

MISC

This is What I Brought You, This You Can Keep

Stephen Strange/Clea Strange/Peter Parker - Mature, Complete

...who is he to deny the woman he loves - the woman who has seen into his soul with all its trials, agony, and dreams and loves him because of it! - who is he to deny her anything she desires?

If you feel so moved, feel free to buy me a cup of coffee! Couldntbedamned's Ko-Fi

#couldntbedamned fic #master list #reader fic #sfw post #tony stark x reader #bruce banner x reader #stephen strange x reader #starker #tony stark x peter parker #spiderstrange #stephen strange x peter parker #doctor 13 #christine palmer x sharon carter #iron 13 #tony stark x sharon carter

[sjsmith56]

Eyes of the Father

30 part story starting with the time Bucky was on the run, through the time in Wakanda, the Blip, FATWS, and beyond, ending in a two-part flash forward of an older Bucky. There is a love interest, a named, described, original female character Lacey (Margot Robbie was the face), who will have her own chapters as she deals with other MCU characters and life without Bucky. It’s a journey for both Bucky and Lacey.

Warnings: some smut (so minors DNI), PTSD, violence, angst, loneliness.

Chapter listings after the break.

Novels/Collections Masterlist Tumblr Masterlist

Brother

Comfort

Visitors

On the Run

Safety is Relative

Life Changing

Trouble

Decisions

Treatment

Regret

Longing

Plans

All This Time

Alone

Hope

Still Not There

So Far Apart

Making Amends

The Capture

The Cruelest Animal

Into the Mouth of the Lion

Believe

The Trap

For Once and For All

Moments

Getting Hitched

The Best is Yet to Come

Just a Dad

Flash Forward - Part 1

Flash Forward - Part 2

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #buckybarnes original female character #sam wilson #steve rogers #tony stark #clint barton #laura barton #natasha romanoff #sharon carter #marvels avengers #james buchanan barnes fanfiction #james buchanan barnes #long fic #buckybarneslongfic #Bucky Barnes long fiction

[thewitchandtheassassin]

Monsters (Sharon Carter x Reader)

Summary: When your girlfriend is imprisoned, the monster inside is unleashed.

Words: 1127

Warnings: Violence, dark!Reader, mentions of Madripoor, language?

A/N: Everything after Endgame still happened but Nat isn’t dead because I refuse to accept that reality ever. Also, happy New Years to all my gays and theys and everything in between.

Taglist:  @natasharomanoffswife​ @natasha-danvers​ @aaron-despair​​ @username23345 @xjiasx​ @nowthisisliving27 @higherfurther-romanova​ @summergeezburr @marvels-writings @imnotasuperhero @miscmarvelwritings @captain-josslett @onlyafewfindtheway @hayleyokami @b-5by5 @lostandsearching @evilcr0ne    @everything201197​  @lostandsearching​

-X-

Coming to with a panicked gasp, you jerked upright on the cot your cataleptic body had been unceremoniously dumped upon some hours ago. Your body ached, muscles screaming in protest at the sudden movement. It was apparent you’d been overwhelmed and overcome by the darkest pieces of your powers but you had little memory of what happened.

You could never remember.

The jingle of chains caught your attention as your wrists shifted and you glanced down at them in confusion. You’d never been restrained before, the team usually just bringing your girlfriend into the room before you awoke in hopes of keeping you calm.

“They’re reinforced,” a cool, borderline emotionless voice informed you from the shadows of the room, Natasha’s hair striking as she stepped into the harsh, florescent light. “Bruce seems to think they’ll be enough to hold you if you freak out again but I’m not so sure.”

Brows knitting, the utter terror and grief glistening in your gaze forced some tension from Natasha’s posture and she softened.

“What happened? Did I lose control? I don’t…”

“(Y/N),” Natasha gently butted in, “You leveled ten blocks before Bruce managed to knock you unconscious.”

“That… that doesn’t make any sense. I was with Sharon. She keeps everything contained. I wouldn’t… I don’t…” an eerie green overtook your darkening irises and Natasha didn’t hesitate to broaden the gap between you. “What happened?!”

Wincing at the furious overlap in your words, the former Widow glanced away from you. If you couldn’t see the fear in her eyes, maybe you’d hold less power over her.

“Sharon is a criminal, (Y/N). Wanted in many countries. She’s… been playing you and all of us. Being a war criminal changed her and now she’s become something far worse. Sam might have gotten her freedom from the charges before but she’s the cause of all those needless deaths in Madripoor.”

Natasha studied the wall with an intensity only she possessed, trying valiantly to ignore the energy radiating from you. “She’s a bad person. A monster,” she whispered.

There was an unsettling silence permeating the isolated hospital room and for a moment, Natasha considered sparing you a peek but…

“No, Natasha,” the other version of you – the darker, powerful, unpredictable version that lived deep within your soul – spoke, voice heavy and sinister. “She is not the monster. I am.”

The cot let out a pained creak as your powers began mangling it, the useless chains falling aside as you rose from the uncomfortable mattress. They disappeared into a vast billow of green fog, the smoke swirling playfully around your ankles as you sauntered over to Natasha. Her eyes were clamped shut, lip trembling ever-so-slightly.

“You have been a good friend to us,” you proclaimed with an affectionate smile, voice shifting with every word. “Should you ever need me, simply call upon me and I will find you.”

Your lips grazed her cheek, a faint imprint of green lingering on flushed flesh. “Be safe, Natasha Romanova.”

She let the tears fall only after you were gone.

-X-

Sharon’s cell accommodations were truly lacking. Nothing like her home here (with you) or in Madripoor. She was lucky enough to have her own toilet, she supposed, but she’d only been gifted such a luxury because she threatened to remove the guard’s eyes with her toe if he dared to stick her with another person.

It’d been a week since she’d been whisked away to the Raft and she couldn’t help but worry about you. She had no doubt you’d lost your humanity and couldn’t imagine the damage an outburst had caused you. She also couldn’t help but assume they’d told you the truth about her dealings. Did you hate her for keeping such a secret? Hate her for the things she’d done in hopes of keeping herself alive and powerful enough to remain that way?

Did you give up on her?

Sharon’s head fell against the wall, oblivious to the subtle vibrations working through the concrete and steel. Maybe it was subtle or maybe she was simply lost in her thoughts.

“Do you ever see yourself leaving New York? Being an Avenger… elsewhere? Or retiring entirely?” Sharon inquired quietly, staring up at the moon beaming down upon you both.

“For you? I’d leave this all behind,” you admitted truthfully, basking in the warm breeze of the night. “I owe these guys my life but I’ve repaid my debts. I know they still fear me, though, so I don’t know if they’d ever let me go.”

“You and *Solanine understand each other now. They shouldn’t have anything to worry about. She doesn’t try to possess you anymore.”

You smiled, but there was such seriousness in your words that Sharon’s heart both stuttered and flew into a frenzy simultaneously. “But if something happened to you, I’d bring this world to its knees to get you back. No power in this universe would stop us. I would let her destroy this world until it was nothing but ash.”

She wished she’d told you the truth then.

A piercing shriek broke her from her memories and she stood abruptly, eyes wild and hopeful. There was a flood of heavy footsteps and gunfire, but she couldn’t find a definitive source for such a reaction. Whatever was happening hadn’t reached the cells yet.

(Y/N)?

Suddenly plunged into darkness, the unnerving red glow of the lockdown/emergency lights flooded into her vision seconds later.

“Unknown entity on the first floor… no, second! No, the th – is this fucker everywhere?!” the warden sounded panicked, the tinny speaker doing little to mask it.

A familiar chuckle drifted across the back of Sharon’s neck and she shivered with relief.

“You humans are so easily scared,” you clucked disapproving. Well, it sounded like you but it also… didn’t? A blend of the demon inside and the human housing said demon. As though you’d become one.

“We die from less,” Sharon laughed breathlessly, shuddering as tendrils of green smoke drifted over her uniform.

Leaning in close, your lips brushed her earlobe teasingly. “We’ll make sure that isn’t true for you anymore.”

“I’ve missed you.” She let herself be enveloped in your foggy embrace, head falling to your shoulder.

Lips trailing up her cheek, you smiled. “I found you, my love.”

“You did.” Tears trickled beneath your mouth and you kissed them away, ignoring the slight salt clinging to soft flesh.

“Now I’ll make sure I never lose you again. You have a home in Madripoor, yes?”

“We have a home,” she amended fiercely.

Heart swelling at the admission, you turned the blonde around and captured her mouth in a bruising kiss. Smoke began to encompass and surround you, a storm of magic that no powers could break.

“Then let’s go home.”

#sharon carter imagine #sharon carter x reader #marvel imagine #marvel cinematic universe #avengers imagine #captain america imagine #mcu imagine #MCU fic #MCU fanfiction #marvel #the avengers imagine #reader insert #reader imagine

[gwynpool]

Red, White & Royal Blue (NatSharon’s Version)

#where’s the au fic??? #nat the royal daughter of the russian monarch or smth #sharon the first daughter of the american president #hello? anyone? #sharon carter #natasha romanoff #natsharon #emily vancamp #scarlett johansson #red white and royal blue #marvel comics #mcu #mcu au

[jackiequick]

Rare moment.. | Marvel Fanfic

Timeline: Phase 1 Pre—Avengers — Phase 2 Pre—Iron Man 3

Non romantic-Pairing: Jason Underwood & Pepper Potts

Characters mentioned: Howard Stark, Peggy Carter, Natasha Romanoff, Maria Hill, Maria Stark, Tony Stark, Edward & Ana Jarvis and etc

Summary: You rarely see a man who’s face never looked like anything phases him, but what happens when the chips are down and his emotions take front line one night? It’s a rare moment but it makes you remember how human he really has been.

——

It was late or early in some accounts, when he awakened from his slumber. There were nights he didn’t sleep and if he did, it was short. Usually he would occupy his mind with whatever was on TV, packing for a trip and or, start cleaning up a small mess. But tonight, it didn’t suit him.

He sat near the open bar in the kitchen, leaning against the counter in his pjs rubbing his eyes and pouring himself another drink. He already had a snack from the fridge to not upset his stomach or anything. His mind looked crowded, it always seemed crowded in his opinion.

He sighed, taking a sip of his drink and exhaled.

And that’s exactly how Pepper found it.

She originally headed out to the bathroom but once she left, she noticed the lights on. That’s when she stumbled upon the blonde hair man of the house sipping a drink, it was a rare occasion. Jason was always a day drinker during a Sunday brunch or a simple weekday. But this, this was rarely the last thing she wanted to see at the moment.

She expected a late night snack at least, not a glass of cold wine.

“Jason?” She asked making her presence known, “Are you alright?”

“Huh?” He responded turning to face the strawberry blonde with a soft half smile, “I’m fine. Did I wake you?”

“N-no, I just headed out of the bathroom to pee, and I saw you here. Is something going on?”

“N-no, Pep it’s fine. I’m fine, just couldn’t sleep.”

“So you decided to drink instead?”

“Not my best moment ever seen but I had worse. I’m sorry you had to see me like this. Go back to bed.”

“Tony’s knocked out cold in his lab downstairs, he won’t be waking up anytime soon.”

Jason sighed deeply, he wanted to be alone with his drink and crackers to be honest. He wanted to be miserable in his thoughts. But he knew he wasn’t going get free of Pepper that easily. She was tough and always knew when to stand her ground. He pulled up a chair for her as she nodded, thanking him.

“What’s on your mind? You can tell me, I promise I won’t try to judge you on anything.” Said Pepper, knowing the men in this household mindsets were beyond compared to hers.

He sniffled and sighed, “It’s a lot. It’s a lot more complicated than you think.”

“Try me. I’ve seen weird stuff lately.”

“Heh, uh, I have been thinking. When am I not thinking? I’ve been trying to ease my mind on everything. I know I can’t control half of it but theses thoughts keep me up at night.”

“What do you mean?”

“My lifetime achievements are nothing special. I mean—I enjoy what I do! I get to see you, Tony, Rei, Rhodey and visit Peggy whenever possibly. But it doesn’t..um..crap.”

“It doesn’t what?”

“It doesn’t ever take away the guilt and painful decisions I’ve seen happen.”

Jason could’ve stayed quiet at that moment but the words just came out. He lived longer than expect, he has seen his own family fall and risk they’re lives. Sometimes he wishes he could end it, stop it from eating up inside but he can’t. It hurt, so much more than he knows. It was a rare occasion to see him say something like this, Pepper knows it. Tony knows it.

He always acts like nothing ever phases him and that he’s always fine. He has been doing that for a long period of years now. Always feeling like he has too, there is so much happening in the world that he can’t put that burden on anyone on how he feels. He never gets time to panic, react a certain way and or externally freak out.

But moments like this, he crumbles as his mind starts boggling and he can’t help it.

His voice hitches as he sniffed again, “It doesn’t take wipe away the whole truth. The guilt. The pain and the damage that happened…”

“What guilt? Sorry I’m not following me..” Pepper ask wholeheartedly, she knew of his story but not all of it.

“I’ve fought for paperwork, payed more than expected and traveled just to keep myself alive and safe..just for i don’t get questioned by authorities for how I look. Just for i can breath and watch Tony grow up. I thank Peggy every single day for taking care of him, her godson, when one of us couldn’t do it. But it doesn’t take away the fact that I was left behind..right where they left me..alone…”

His voice was shaky but he kept calm, taking a breath. Pepper put a hand on his shoulder.

“You seem happy now…?” She whispered, trying to be careful with her words.

“Not 100% happy.” He admitted, “I mean. Sometimes I just feel tired. It’s this tiredness and empty chest pain knowing I can’t do a freaking thing about it. I lost my sister cause she didn’t care about anyone but herself, I lost Howard and Maria…they were my family, as much as fought I loved them..Ana and Jarvis..t-they were the kindest people I met…but never had the chance to have their own children..it was horrible Pepper...i can still remember it all…what we been though..”

“What about Jack, Daniel and Peggy? I know you said Jack Thompson died being shot down during an investigation..i don’t know the details..”

“No one does..I still to do this day, as much as Jack was a pain my ass, I liked the man. I don’t know who murdered him or why..Daniel went on to almost married Peggy but he knew something was always holding him back. The SSR—SHIELD said he died during a mission, but I don’t feel like it was right..and Peggy…oh Pep..the times I thought I lost that women..”

“Oh JJ..it’s okay..it’s life and Peggy is still alive and kicking for the most part.”

“There’s peoples that I met but I don’t even think you or Tony know about. And now..”

Jason voice kept riding upwards and tears started to roll in, shaking his head, he chuckled. It would’ve looked hilarious to him, but how he carries so much weight on his shoulders and never felt like he can let some of it go. Pepper was kind enough to listen to him so late at night, when she should be asleep instead, in bed under the warm covers.

But she’s here listening to him talk, not interrupting him or telling him to stop talking about that. It was always the other way around, where he always listens and let everyone else talk. He was thankful for Pepper in that moment and hoped Tony married such an amazing women. She deserves to be more than just his assistant.

“..and now what?” She said softly, putting a hand on his shoulder.

“And now with how much the world is changing…I’m scared, no terrified what I will see next. We have gods, mutants, more men and women in suits, genetically modified people, and no knows what?! I um..shit i don’t know..” Jason replied sniffing, “The fact that Captain freaking America is alive still feels unreal to me.”

“Me too. It’s crazy. I think i had to get a drink after hearing that news.”

“I remember hearing the radio about his death during the war, Peggy crying her eyes outs that the fact she lost him, Howard feeling like he’s maybe still around wanting to search for him…and..now knowing how much I know..I think my pain will hurt more if..”

“If what?”

“If the people who I thought were dead were alive all this time but hidden behind some block of ice. It’s terrible how much I fear the thought I might’ve been lied to and it was not even justifiable that we’re only finding out now..”

Jason knows something that Tony and the public must’ve taken for granted. Must’ve missed out on and forgot about. Howard Stark’s little sister, Elizabeth Stark, Tony’s aunt and one of friends he cared for.

Lizzie or Liz for short.

His friend group originally consisted of himself, Peggy, Angie, Howard, Hank, Maria, Jarvis, Ana, Daniel, Elizabeth and a few others.

And he remembers the day Lizzie died during a mission, they were heartbroken. He remembers the long standing nights, the wishes, the questions and everything. Where he thought he should’ve been himself. Replace his life, for she could live and see the world.

And he saw her again, he wouldn’t know what to do with himself. He would probably panic, hold back a sob or two, feel sick to his stomach, question how she survived for so long and god knows what?!

His mind would feel like it split in two, as if he didn’t feel like that already.

Trade his life for her. Take a bullet for her and all their friends. But now, he doesn’t know what to think.

“Pepper, what if I was supposed to be gone already?” He wondered.

“JJ, no, don’t say that. You were meant to meet us. I believe that you were given a chance to live longer and see the world.” Pepper exclaimed.

“What happened to the no judgement part? I’m kidding. It’s just feels like I can’t breathe sometimes. My life stopped being what I would considered normal the moment I fell into the water that night and my heart stopped. I was practically died for what must’ve been 5 long minutes…it took me forever to realize what happened that during nightmare of a week..”

“Do you regret it?”

“Sometimes more than most. I wished it wasn’t like this. Honestly, it acts like blessing and feels like curse..you can’t grow old enough to be with someone, you have to love and lose people. It’s why I never married or have any kids, that I know one.”

Pepper chuckled at that, they both chuckled at the last comment. It would be funny if a kid randomly showed up at they’re doorstep claiming that they’re father was him, but it won’t happen.

“I wish I could. I wish I could’ve had a wife or hell, even husband.” He said with soft chuckle, “But I don’t date. I don’t want to have a girlfriend where I can’t give them, everything they wished for.”

He thought about Angie and Violet. But he knew he couldn’t give them everything they would’ve like, still he would’ve married at least Angie.

He fell for Violet deeply she was an Angel but his heart danced and flutter when around Angie.

“And kids? I mean besides Tony and Rei, your nephews and nieces from Peggy’s family.” Pepper repiled with a chuckle, “If you couldn’t have a wife or husband, you could have one. You just need that push but what about a kid?”

“I would enjoy my own kid in my life, even if it’s just for a while.” He replied, “But I won’t make them sacrifice their lives, since the first few years would be great and we’ll have fun…but when they become older and I stay the same, they will have to lie. Not be able to introduce me to everyone as they’re father since the age difference. Or worse, they have to lie saying I’m they’re nephew or son instead, when they get into their late 40s and 50s. It will be a balancing act for them having to lie..”

“Hmm..wow, you come up with everything, don’t you?”

“No because it’s true. It happened. I didn’t ask for Tony, Sharon and Hope to keep up lie that wasn’t theirs to keep, they just did it. Subconsciously. Telling people that I’m an old family friend of some kind, which isn’t all falsely said. But still and I appreciate it. They’re kinda like my nephew and nieces…”

“But if you had to have one, would you? Because I think you would be a great husband and father. I mean, you’re already an uncle.”

“Yeah I would. A daughter. After helping babysit Sharon Carter and Hope Van Dyne, it’s different than a taking care of a boy. You girls look at your daddies, grandpas, godfathers, and uncles way differently than boys do. It’s cute.”

“But I do have a question.”

“Shoot.”

“Why all of this? What brought this last thought of yours?”

“Natasha.” He said softly, “You knew she and the other Avengers have kids, but they let fear and bruised feelings stop them from being great parents. It’s unbelievably understandable where they’re all coming from but still…i don’t know..”

“Jason, you know the reasons why. It’s hard for them…” She replied with a half smile.

“I know, Pepper. I know it is. Even if they had theses kids under odd circumstances, they deserve to get a chance to meet each other. There will be hurt feelings and mistakes made, but that’s part of it. No one knows how to be a parent! It’s something you learn along the way…”

“But it’s not easy as you say it is. You’re not in they’re shoes, even if you were, you would know it’s not gonna be easy.”

“Even if I had to give up my child for their best chance and to help me figure something else to make things better..I know, I’m contradicting myself when I say this but I had my own child out there and I knew where they are. I would make sure I would be their guardian angel and give them so advice, even if i don’t get to the part where I say ‘Hey I’m your dad!’. Make sure they’re okay…it’s hard concept, I know…”

“But you’re not all wrong. Things just take time..and you need to give things time for yourself.”

“Sadly, I have all the time in the world. But I’ll be okay..I’m always okay. Go to bed, Pepper.”

“But..”

“Go to bed. You got a long week coming up.”

“I know..but will you be actually okay?”

“Good night, doll.”

“Good night, Jason.”

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A Memory

Dark!Lord!Bucky Barnes X Widow!Reader

Summary: Your scared of letting your late husband become a memory, but James is gonna make sure of it. 

Words: Around 3K words

Warnings: DARK(NON/DUB-CON, manipulation, possessiveness, jealousy), SMUT(fingering, PIV, lill choking, lill breeding kink, rough sex), angst, talk of death,

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Also, this story come from a dream I had after watching Bridgerton season 2 lol

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You smiled as the sound of the notes played by the many instruments invaded your ears. It had been so long since your last ball and you had missed it terribly, but with the enormous loss you had lived through with the passing of your husband, you hadn’t had any time or will to attend one. 

It had been so sudden. One bright morning he was all well, going about his day, kissing you, loving you like the doting husband and lord he was, and the next, he was so sick he could barely get up the bed. 

Steve and you had lived two blissful years together before the tragedy. You still regret to this day not having kids with him, because now, you barely had anything to really remember him by. The man had no painting of himself, no memories but the object he left in your possession. Each day now, little by the little, you feel bad for slowly forgetting him. You barely remember how his voice sounded, all the traits on his face, every little detail of him.

Slowly but surely, he was becoming a blur image in your mind.

A memory.

That brought you much sadness into your heart. Which is why you decided to attend the ball tonight and maybe see some of your friends once again and just socialize and, maybe, soothe that sadness which had invaded your broken heart.

“We have arrived at Lord Barnes' demeure, miss.” The coachman said as he stopped the horse. The music was now so loud and so beautiful you couldn't help but smile. The door of the coach opened and you stepped down with the help of Anthony, said coachman.

“Thank you, Anthony.”

The man nodded. “It is always a pleasure.” And got back into the carriage. 

Lord Barnes’ house. You haven’t been here for so long that you had forgotten how big and beautiful it was with all the windows and the sculpture that harbored the wonderful architecture. As soon as you stepped inside, you were beaming with joy.  Every woman was wearing such beautiful gowns, men in their usual overalls and the dancing… You had missed it all oh so terribly.

“Well I must be dreaming.” You gasped and turned around at the sound of his voice.

“Sam!” He let out a small laugh at your excitement of seeing him. “It has been far too!” Sam had been a very good friend to your late husband and had quickly become a friend of yours too. If it hadn’t been for him, you were sure you would still be in a pit of despair over your loss.

You smiled and couldn’t help but look him up and down. He was wearing a deep red tuxedo with a black shirt. “You look really dashing tonight, Sam.”

“So do you, dear. Is that a new gown?” He said, referring to your blue and black dress. A sign to you were still overcoming the tragedy.

You nodded. “I’m surprised you noticed, but, yes it is. It’s my first time going public since. Have to make…” You gasped when you saw what he had in his hand. “Is that a ring?” You grasped his hand and looked at the gold band. “Did you finally ask Sharon?”

He nodded and you wanted to scream like a little girl. You had wanted the two to settle down for so long. “Where is she? By the Gods, I have to felicite her and…”

Sam was full on belly laughing at your excitement. He had missed you all too much. “Calm down, dear. She’s there.” He pointed to the dance floor, where his beautiful wife was dancing with Lord barnes.

“Is that James?” You couldn’t help but ask when your eyes finally landed on Sharon. Sam hummed in approval.

The man had changed so much. Ever since your marriage to Steve you had only seen glance of the man that used to be a constant in your life. You had met James before Steve and had quickly become friends. You would almost daily see each other, help each other with suitors or unwanted suitors. He was there for you as much as you were for him. You also had developed feelings for the man, but that all changed when you married Steve, his brother. 

From then, he had cutted almost every tie with you, only seeing each other for brief seconds. But, now that you were actually seeing him, you noticed how the tall lean man with short hair has now become this muscular long haired gentleman that could probably crush with a single squeeze. He had also become more handsome so you were surprised when Sam told you he was still single.

“The dance just finished, let's go see them.” Sam led you to them and you couldn’t help but look down when you noticed James staring at you. He had also become much more intimidating, notice when you stopped right beside him, because of his build and heights.

“Sharon!” You hugged the woman. “It is so good to see you and married to Sam. How is that?” You gulped when you felt James burning gaze on you, but you wouldn’t dare look at him. 

Sharon grasped Sam's hand and leaned her head on her husband’s shoulder. “It’s wonderful. Everything I could ever hope for.” She kissed his cheek and you smiled when you noticed the bashful expression on Sam’s face. They were finally both so happy after years of pinning and angst between the two. It was such a good sight to see. “But, enough about us. How are you? How is your first ball in years?”

You shrugged. “I just arrived so I can’t really tell you. All I’m wondering is if someone would dare dance with me.” You let out a small laugh.

Sam nodded to Bucky who still hasn’t said anything or moved his eyes from you. “I’m sure James would be delighted to dance with you.” This is when you finally let yourself look up at the man. His eyes were the same as before which sootted a little of your anxiety of seeing him, but the darkness in them confused you.

You cleared your throat. “You would?” He nodded presenting his big hands. “May I have this other dance, my lady?” He asked with a bow of the head.

You smiled at him for the first time this evening. “Of course, Lord Barnes.” And you took him on the offer. The music started playde and you both started swaying to it at the same as all the other couples. You tried to keep your eyes on James, but you couldn’t with the way he was looking at you and because he now seemed like a complete stranger to you. You wonder what happened to make him stop talking to you. You want to know.

No.

You need to know. 

So, instead of looking at him, you looked at everyone else who was talking to their partner.

Seeing you not looking at him, James decided to finally talk to you. “I thought we wouldn’t see you tonight, especially after such troubling events.” Bucky said as he placed a hand on your ways and made you moved to the sound of the music. You instantly turn to him and to James delight, look into his eyes. 

“It has been months, Lord Buchanan. I—“ James helped you do a little twirled and you got back into his arms.

He leaned his head closer to yours and whispered to your ears only: “Sweet, after all this time, you can call me James.”

“James then, I loved your brother with all my being, but I’m sure he would’ve wanted me to have much fun instead of broody inside the mansion till my end meets.”

Bucky hummed. “It is true. I’m sorry I couldn’t come to his passing. I was attending business outside the city. So, my condolences, sweets.”

Your eyes squinted. “You talk about him like he wasn’t your brother. A person you didn’t have any relation with. Why?”

James sighed and his hold tightened on your waist. A slight wiince left your mouth at the action. “You know me and my brother didn’t have one of the greatest relationships. I thought you already knew that.”

You shook your head. “Steve always talked about you in great regard and before you never talked bad to me about your brother.” James just shrugged and it was back to silence.

When the song finally ended and you both bowed to each other. “Thank you for the dance, James.” He didn’t say anything which didn’t leave you surprised. “Have a great night, my lord.”

You turned around when he took a hold on your wrist.

“I have something for you in my study.” Bucky placed a hand on your lower back, a little close to your bosom you couldn’t help but noticed. 

Your eyes narrowed. It was bad for a woman to be seen with a man, alone without a chaperone, but a widow whose husband just died alone with a man could make a woman lose everything. 

“Which is…”

“A little something of my Steve. I thought it would be better for you to have it then me.” Your eyes lit up. You’ll finally get something to remember him by so you gladly follow him in the huge mansion. 

“What is it?” You couldn’t help but ask him while walking in the hallway.

“I found drawings in his old room and letters for you.”Drawing? Letters? That sounds so much like something Steve would do.”

Bucky hummed and opened the door and let you walk into the study. The room was covered in wood and you couldn’t help but be amazed by it. Your glance traveled to the room before you turned to James who was closing the door. “Thank you so much, James. For giving me those.” You placed your hand on his shoulder. “You don’t know how much I need it.”

“I lied, sweet.” Your hand slided down. “What…”

“There are no letters. No drawing.” He grabbed your hands.

“What.”

“You know, you were supposed to be mine, sweet.” Your eyes widened and you took a step back, you tried to pry your hand from his hold, but he wouldn’t let you. 

“Wha—“

“I was the first one to see you, to be attracted to you and my brother felt nothing towards you.” He pulled you to him.

A wave of shock and anger bursted in you at his word. You haven't talked to him in years, how dare he make that claim. “Do not dare talk about my husb—“

“He only developed feelings for you the moment I told him about mine. He stole you from me. You were meant to be mine, sweet.”

You were shaking, your mind going crazy and your eyes going back and forth being his blue one as he took steps closer to you. 

“And now that he is finally gone…”

He placed a hand on your right cheek, his thumb touching your cheek bone. 

“I can finally have you.”

Before you could understand what was happening, James placed his big hand under your thighs and pulled you up.

“Jam–” He shushed you with a finger on your lips as he placed you on his wooden desk.

“You wouldn't want anyone to see you, wouldn't you?” He tried to pull up your dress, but you swatted his hand away in a hurry. “You’ll be the talk of the town.” He growled and ripped the skirt of your gown instead. A cry left your mouth when Bucky made you lay down on the desk. “The recent widow being spotted in a compromising situation with the brother of her late husband. You’ll be the shame of your family.” 

You cried because he was right. You cried for what you were about to do. You cried for your late husband who was probably seeing this from above. 

Bucky layed on top of you, rubbing his clothed cock against your panties who were shamely getting soaked. “Just let it happen, sweet. give me what I deserve.” He kissed your cheeks as he took your wrists and placed your hands above your head and, with the straight he now had, you couldn,’t do anything to stop him. “Give me what you should’ve given me first.” He whispered in your ears before licking the shell. You were silently crying the entire time.

“Oh, baby. My sweet. Do not shed any tears.” He said with a fake sympathy expression on his face. “This will be as enjoyable for me as it will for you.” He wiped the tears away with his thumb and brought it to his mouth for a taste. 

As he pulled his thumb out, he looked down where both your bodies were about to join. He groaned when he saw the wet patch you left on his trousers. ”Look at that.” He rubbed his finger on your underwear, toying with your folds and clit over the clothes. “You want me so much, Sweet. Your body betrays you.”

“I d-don’t.”

James tisked and pulled your pantie to the side. “It’s not good to lie, sweet.” You cover your mouth to not let any moan escape when he starts playing with your cunt. “See, you’re lying.”

“You’re manipulating me.” You managed to say as he pushed two thick fingers inside your wetness, fucking your hole.

“Do you want me to stop?” He asked straight in your face, his finger now on your clit rubbing fast circles making it now impossible for you to not moan. “Do you want me to stop?” He asked with a graver tone, his finger slowing down.

You were crying and arching in that moment. “No!” You grabbed his shoulder and pulled him closer. “Please, don’t stop.”

James smirked. “I knew you wanted me.” And before you could even make another though, he turned your body around like a rag doll and pushed you so your ass would stick up. He harshly pulled your underwear down and moaned when he saw it. “Prettiest pussy, sweet and all mine.”

He placed both hands on your waist and pushed the tip of his cock inside of you. You couldn’t help but arch your back at the feeling of being full of something. He was so big, stretching you out so well and so painfully, but you loved it. You welcomed this familiar pain that you hadn’t felt in months. 

James moaned when his cock finally breached your tight entrance. “Oh… Are you sure you’ve ever done that with my brother? You’re so tight. So wet.” He pulled back, only resting the tip inside before pushing back inside of you and he did that on and on. Thrust after thrust. Until you were completely at his mercy, completely his.

Your ears were ringing and your mind was foggy. All you could focus on was the way James was fucking into you, like a madman, and the the wet sound of your body connecting.

“You’re mine after this, Sweet”. He leaned over to whisper into your ears. “I don’t care what people think, what you think. I’m finally going to get what I always wanted. “His hold tightened on your waist at the same time as your cunt around his cock. You heard him swear under his breath.

 “I’m gonna fuck a baby into you. I’m gonna use and use you until you are with child. My child, sweet.” You couldn’t say anything but moan. Tears were still streaming down your cheeks, but for a completely different reason. One of pleasure. You were in complete bliss at that moment. not even Steve ever made you feel that way.

“Cum–”Moan. “Cum inside of me, Lord.” The name spilled out of your lips, out of the blue.

James grabbed your hair and pulled you up, pressing your back to his chest as he kept on trusting inside of you. “What did you call me?”

“My lord.”

James grabbed your throat. “That’s right. I’m your lord. And your lord is gonna cum inside his pussy.” His other hand went to your pussy, two of his fingers resuming rubbing your clit. You trashed in his hold when he fucked you faster than before, the tip of his cock punching your cevix at each thrust of his hips.

A minute after that felt like an hourm your both came, him deep inside and you all over him. You moaned when you felt him fill you up until you were dripping around his cock, but the groaning that came with it was probably the greatest thing you’ve ever had the pleasure to listen to.

When you felt him stop twitching inside of you, you collapsed back down on the desk, your eyes slowly but surely closing by the amount of pleasure you had lived through. The only thing you felt after was a kiss on your forehead and James whispering in your ears as he pulled his softening cock out of you.

“So beautiful. So mine.”

And with just that, Steve had completely become what you feared most: a memory.

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[puzzlebean]

All Is Right - Sharon/Sarah - General - 100 words

There is nothing better than coming home to Sarah and hugging her.

Written for @marvelfemslashweek day 3 prompt "hugs"

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[abbatoirablaze]

Surrogate Luna, Chapter 8

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: manipulation, coercion, threats of murder, mentions of murder, violence, discrimination based on designation, angst, a/b/o dynamics.

“Alpha…”

Steve looked away from his mate and towards Sam.  He looked a mess, and had scratches up and down his arms.  Steve’s eyes widened as he sensed the concern coming off of his beta in droves, “Sam…what is it?”

“Sharon…she-she’s lost it.  She-“

“What happened to Sharon?” Steve asked, “Lost it?  Did she lose her pup?”

Cinna felt nervousness creeping into her hindbrain over her alpha’s concern for the woman that he was formally promising himself to.  She reached out to him, “Steve…”

“Her pup was fine,” Sam said quickly as he shook his head, “she drank the same thing that Cinna did, and both of them were rushed to medical in time…but she-she killed Brock.”

Steve’s eyes widened, “What?”

“Alpha…you have to come…she-she’s going crazy,” Sam begged, “I-I don’t want to tear you from your family, but-“

“Pack comes first,” Cinna said simply.  She squeezed Steve’s arm soothingly and nodded her head, “go…take care of whatever is going on…but come back to me.”

“Always!” he promised with a simple nod.  He leaned in and scented his mate, before kissing her temple and his son’s forehead, then he and his beta left the hospital room. 

“Sharon…you need to be logical…”

“WHERE IS IT?” she hissed, shooting Steve a glare through the reinforced window of her hospital room, “WHERE IS THAT WORTHLESS PUP?”

Steve frowned as he thought about the pup that had been brought to him nearly two days ago by one of Sharon’s pack. 

He was clearly born prematurely, but he was definitely also an omega. 

The final nail in the coffin for Sharon, at least in her view, of solidifying a legacy. 

She had managed to do so in creating a pup with Brock, but the pup was an omega male.  Something that she, herself, was beyond disgusted by. 

And in a rage, even though she’d had a belly full of stitches, she tore Brock to shreds over it.  She killed him over impregnating her with an ‘inferior pup.’ 

When members of her pack had informed her that Steve and Cinna had a strong, healthy alpha boy, she went off the deep end.

“Your pup is safe, Sharon.”

“Kill it!” she commanded, growling at the man she had once been in a formal relationship with, “I don’t want an omega male with my name.  Carters are not omegas.  They are alphas or they don’t exist.”

Steve frowned even more.

He’d been all too privy with how the Carter pack family had dealt with omega males.  She was supposed to have had an older brother, but when he was born an omega male, they slaughtered the infant and threw him over the cliff. 

An omega male Carter was unacceptable. 

“Sharon-“

“KILL IT!” she screamed, nearly feral from having to continue on with the conversation, “I know that someone in my pack betrayed me and they brought it to you.  YOU NEED TO KILL IT, STEVE!”

“I’m not a savage,” Steve growled at the woman, “I’m not going to go and slaughter some innocent pup based on his designation.”

“WHAT IF YOU HAD AN OMEGA, HUH?” she screamed, her fists pounding on the glass, “WHAT IF YOUR BASTARD OF A PUP WAS BORN AN OMEGA!”

“I WOULD LOVE MY SON REGARDLESS OF DESGINATION!” Steve growled as he closed in on the area she’d been standing in front of, “to kill a pup…over his designation.  He had no control in that, Sharon.  And you know it!”

“Brock is dead because of it,” she spat, “that ratty little vermin put a faulty pup in me!”

“Being an omega is not a defect!”

“OMEGAS ARE WEAK, STEVE!”

“Omegas fulfill us alphas in ways that another designation cannot!” Steve said firmly, thinking of Cinna and how she was in their shared quarters, caring for the two infants, “right now, she’s got my son, and yours safely tucked away.  She’s taking care of them both as though she birthed them both.  Despite how you’ve treated her, she’s got no ill-will for your child.  Omegas are what drives our packs even more than us, Sharon!”

“She-she’s taking care of it?” The look in her eyes was one so angry that Steve regretted admitting to her that he and Cinna had taken her pup under their wings. 

“Mark my words, Steve Rogers…that stupid omega of yours will bring your pack to its knees,” she spat, “and you not killing my bastard will ensure that…you love your little precious omegas so much…you can protect them while I burn it all to the ground.”

“Is that a threat, Sharon?” he growled, angry over the intentional, subtle promise.

She smiled and shook her head, “not at all…alpha…it’s a promise!”

“You’re sick…Sharon…and you need help.”

Things had been uneventful since the birth of both Stevie and the delicate pup, which Cinna had named Peter, after one of her friends in the Stark pack for his sweet nature, that was a far cry from either one of his parents. 

While Cinna and Steve hadn’t set an exact time for the mating ceremony, they had both agreed that they weren’t going to do it until Cinna was fully healed from her surgery, and had been cleared medically for the consummation of their union. 

Something that Steve was beginning to get antsy about. 

In the short month that they had both been parents, Steve found himself on edge, watching over his omega so intently that on more than one occasion Sarah, Maria, Wanda, and even Sam had to pull them away from one another. 

Steve had admired the way that his omega mothered the pups.  She was always attentive to both of them, and didn’t care that Sharon had been the actual mother of one of them.  She fed them from her own breast, and bathed them with her own hands.  There were almost no moments when she didn’t have one of the pups with her, and in the short times where she didn’t, they were always close by. 

It drove an instinctual need in Steve to recreate everything that had happened over the nearly year long time frame that he’d known her. 

He wanted more pups. 

He wanted to add to the pack with his own legacy. 

He wanted to keep her filled, satiating her with his knot again and again until they were both quivering messes. 

And then he wanted to watch her mother them.  He wanted to see her raise the sweet pups, teaching them right from wrong as she fell into the natural role of being a mother and luna to the pack. 

There was no deeper sense of love than what Steve felt for Cinna.

And she felt every bit the same about him. 

She respected that he had the pack to run, but lived for the little moments when it was just them.  When he was watching her feeding the pups.  When he was cradling Stevie in his arms, and telling him that he was going to show him everything he needed to know about running a pack one day.  When he promised that he would give his son the moon and the stars, and he told the little pup who had no knowledge of the world, just how much he was in love with his omega. 

It made her heart swell.

That was the kind of love she’d always hoped for.

The kind of love that after joining the surrogate luna program, she had never expected to find. 

But that love, all the same, is what she came to experience.

So when Steve had told her that he had a meeting in their quarters, she offered to take Peter for a stroll in the gardens.  She had wanted to take Stevie too, but Steve insisted on keeping his young pup with him. 

“I just wanted to have some father son time,” Steve smiled as he held his pup in his arms.  The lively carbon copy of his father gurgled happily, reaching out to touch his father’s face, “going to have a meeting with Sam, and talk about pack business…”

“He won’t understand what you’re saying, alpha,” she purred as she leaned in to press a kiss to her pup’s chubby cheek, “he’s only a month and a half old.”

“This will be his pack one day, Luna,” Steve smiled softly as he nuzzled her cheek.  Cinna chittered excitedly and a low, sensual growl raised up from Steve’s chest.  Steve growled a little bit more when he caught the sweet notes of her scent, and how he could smell the faintest traces of her slick, “omega…”

“The doctor hasn’t cleared me yet, Steve,” she warned gently, playfully pushing herself away from her alpha.  She reached into the bassinet and picked Peter up, “and anyways, you alphas have your pack business…Peter and I will go take a walk outside and enjoy the perfect weather.”

“Let me call for one of the girls-“

“We’ll be fine, Steve,” she said with a giggle as she dismissed him, “let us omegas take care of ourselves for once…yeah?”  He growled once more and it caused her to giggle as she looked over her shoulder.  Steve frowned, “be careful, Luna…”

“Steve…you worry far too much.”

The shriek that tore Cinna from her thoughts sent a spark of anxiety through her chest.  She barely had time to get out of the way as a blur raced past her and landed hard on the ground. 

“YOU BITCH!”

Cinna ran, instantly starting towards the sparring grounds which were close by.  She knew that Wanda, Maria, and Sarah were all there, as she’d just gotten done visiting with them. 

Sharon was quick to get up, hot on her trail.  She shrieked once more, making Cinna’s hindbrain go into overdrive. 

She had known that Sharon hated the fact that Peter was allowed to live.  But even more so she knew that Sharon had hated the fact that she and Steve were raising the pup as though he was their own as well. 

And while a lot of Sharon’s pack were grateful that the pup wasn’t slaughtered, Sharon still had those that were loyal to her, and would often shoot glares in her direction if she was out with the pup, even if Steve was with them. 

“I’LL KILL YOU BOTH!”

“WANDA!” Cinna screamed, already able to see the sparring grounds, “MARIA!  SARAH!”

The three women turned, seeing Cinna running, cradling Peter in her arms, with a nearly feral Sharon looking like she was going to shred both omegas, regardless of their status.  Maria was quick to rush them first, changing between forms to reach the two she-wolves that were still in human form before Sharon could reach Cinna and the pup. 

Sarah rushed in as well, dropping her weapons and transforming, while Wanda began working her magic to conjure a barrier for Cinna and the pup to get behind. 

“STOP!” she commanded, knowing the alpha command would work on the omega. 

Cinna tried to fight every instinct, but was forced to her knees, howling in pain.  She nearly dropped Peter as her body forced her to go along with the alpha command, allowing Sharon to close in. 

But Maria and Sarah were already there.  Maria took her head on, while Sarah created a secondary barrier between herself and Sharon and Maria.  Wanda appeared and shielded them with her own little bubble of magic, before dropping to her own knees and checking on Cinna.

“Sarah linked Sam…Steve and him should be here-“

Steve’s golden wolf jumped into action, quickly pinning Sharon before she could shift.  He growled at her, nearly frothing at the mouth because of his own anger. 

“THIS IS BETWEEN ME AND HER!” Sharon spat, “THAT IS MY PUP AND HE DESERVES TO DIE FOR HIS DESIGNATION.  IT’S WRITTEN IN MY PACK’S CHARTERS, STEVE.  LET ME GO!”

The golden wolf growled once more, disagreeing with her, before he shifted back into his human form.  He turned his attention to the woman that he loved. 

“Wanda…are she and Peter alright?”

“I think so alpha!” she said quickly, “I-I can’t stop the alpha command though until I know she’s alright.  Do you have Sharon  contained?”

“Luna…free yourself from Sharon’s command!” Steve ordered, not wanting to wait.  Cinna looked up at her mate and he gave her a sad look, “what happened?”

“She-she tried to kill Peter…she-“

“IT’S MY RIGHT!” she screamed, glaring at the omega, “I WANT THEM BOTH DEAD!”

“You’re done, Sharon,” Steve said firmly with a shake of his head, “I’m putting you in the dungeon until I can figure out what to do with you…”

“You can’t do that to me.  We run the pack together, Steve.”

“Then leave,” he said firmly, “if you do not want to be jailed until we can figure this out, you will be exiled…you can take anyone that wants to go with you…but anyone that wants to stay and remain under my pack will be granted asylum.”

“You can’t do this to me, Steve…”

“I am doing it, Sharon,” he growled with finality, “you’re putting my pack in danger, and it’s time that I take action, before you destroy it.”

“Are you sure that this is what you want, Luna?”

Cinna shook her head as the tears started to roll down her cheeks, “I-I know that he isn’t ours…but he feels like he’s my pup too, Steve…I just feel like a failure…I feel like I’m giving up on him.”

“Hey…you’re not giving up on him,” Pepper said firmly as she reached out to her younger sister.  Cinna looked to her older sister, and Pepper gave her a sad smile, “you’re doing what a good mother would do and you’re looking out for your pup…”

“We’ll take good care of him,” Tony promised gently as he came to his wife and mate’s side, “we’ll make sure that Peter is loved.”

“I know,” she admitted as she wiped away a few more of the tears with her free hand.  She looked down to where the pup was sleeping against her chest, “I-I just didn’t think it would be this hard letting him go.”

“You can see him any time that you want,” Pepper said quickly, “and he won’t be alone…you know that.  He’ll have Morgan to help show him around the pack.  She’ll be like a big sister to him.”

“Morgan is a great pup…”

“This is for the best, Luna,” Steve said gently as he wrapped an arm around Cinna’s waist, “Alpha Stark is being very gracious in allowing us to place the pup within his pack.”

“He’ll be alright, Steve.”

“I trust you, Tony.”

The two alphas shared a moment of silence as Cinna looked to her older sister, “he-he likes it when you sing him to sleep…he-he likes that one song that mom used to sing to us when we were little.”

Pepper gave her own teary smile at the mention of their mother, “you kept up with traditions with him?”

Cinna nodded tearily as she sniffled, “Yeah…Peter likes hearing the one about where the wolf fell in love with the moon…”

“That was always my favorite too…”

“Yeah…”

“We’ll take good care of him, Cinna…”

“Yeah,” she repeated, sniffling once more, “I-I know…”

“You’re a good mother, Cinna,” Pepper smiled at her sister, “and you’re a good luna to your pack…with a good alpha to raise a family with.”

“Thank you, sister.”

“Treat her well, Rogers…”

“Always!” Steve promised.

Chapter 9

Tag List:  @lohnes16, @prokey16, @tenaciousperfectionunknown, @teambarnes72, @mrsevans90

#surrogate luna #a/b/o fic #a/b/o fanfic #a/b/o #marvel #marvel au #the avengers #steve rogers #captain america #alpha steve rogers #tony stark #pepper potts #sharon carter #sam wilson #wanda maximov #wanda mcu #maria hill #sarah wilson

[novelmonger]

I just saw a pointless little Sharon Carter hate post rudely pop up on my dash, so I need to cleanse my palate and counteract it by putting a little more love out into the world. So:

♡＾▽＾♡ I love Sharon Carter! ♡＾▽＾♡

She is beautiful, strong, smart, capable, and kind, and none of that can be changed by how dirty Marvel has played her in the MCU. Sharon is a goldmine of a character with so much untapped potential, and Emily VanCamp is a great actress that I would love to see more.

#captain america #sharon carter #agent 13 #pro sharon carter #sharon carter love #yes thank you i'm aware of her role in f&ws #my headcanon is that sharon somehow swapped places with another sharon from a different dimension/timeline #because the trajectory of her character makes zero sense at face value #she acts like a completely different person #if you don't like sharon you might as well not read my cap fics #because staron features prominently in several #including my main wip #sorry not sorry

[couldntbedamned]

Feels So Right, Can’t Be Wrong - Yellow Narcissus

Summary:

The setting: Sanctum General Hospital in Sanctum Heights, New Amsterdam Starring: Sharon Carter - former Central Security Bureau operative, Selecting Spouse in a horrifically failed Bureau of Civic Spousal Selections marriage, patient AND Anthony Edward "Tony" Stark - owner and CEO of Stark Industries, Futurist determined to rebuild a world his father built weapons to destroy, love interest With Appearances by: Nurse Wong, Orderly Rintrah, and Billy the Admin And Featuring Doctor Stephen Strange as "the Surgeon" Or, "Five Dates Tony and Sharon Had in Her Hospital Room and One They Had After She Was Discharged"

AO3 Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - 1950s, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Marriage of Convenience, Past Sharon Carter/Steve Rogers, Getting to Know Each Other, Dating, Past Domestic Violence, 5 Times, Annoyed Stephen Strange, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Sharon Carter Deserves the World

Author’s Note: So this kind of just popped up as I was kicking around thoughts of just how Tony and Sharon met and eventually fell in love as mentioned in my fic Goodbye Grey Sky, Hello Blue, so this takes place well before the events of and can be read independently of that story.

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Yellow Narcissus

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Tony whistled to himself as he installed the double-oven units. He could have done it in his sleep, but for Stephen's peace of mind - the man was an admitted control freak - he followed the installation guide to the letter. He'd personally reviewed and signed it off, after all. He couldn't exactly go against the techie's union, either.

(Howard Stark might have disdained unions, but Tony liked to think he knew better.)

"I take it your date went well last night?" Stephen asked. He was drinking coffee from the newly hooked up Stark Coffee Press.

"It did," Tony confirmed.

"How long did you spend rolling in the sheets before you sent her on her way?"

Tony winced. The thing was, it wasn't an unfair question. His reputation as a playboy wasn't unearned... During the year in college they'd participated in the exchange and shared a dorm one semester at MIT and the other at Columbia, Stephen had returned to their room more than once to find he was locked out and Tony "entertaining" a lady. And yes, Tony had made a habit of either making his flings leave or leaving them. He couldn't fault his friend for assuming this would be the same.

But he didn't want anything related to Sharon equated to his past behavior.

Sharon was more than a fling.

"We had a very nice dinner, listened to The Lawrence Welk's Radio Hour, and I kissed her hand goodnight. Then I returned to my hotel room alone, where I remained. Also, alone."

Stephen raised a brow. "You're serious about her."

"I am," he admitted. "She's unlike any woman I've ever met."

"And you like her enough to listen to Lawrence Welk," Stephen said, amused. "I'm pretty sure my mother used to listen to that show."

"Rhodey happens to be a fan and it's rubbed off on me," Tony said. "So, it wasn't a hardship. The show featured a tribute to Mel Tormé. I happen to enjoy his music."

"Mel has some good music," Stephen agreed. "That's All is considered a classic for a reason."

"Nerd," Tony accused as he finished the last step of testing before he could start installing the broiler.

"Good music is good music," Stephen said, unconcerned.

"Speaking of music, are you getting that new PymCo. console? The house is wired for it."

"I'm planning on it. It looks like a neat piece of machinery."

"Definitely a nerd," Tony insisted with a grin, looking out from where his head was poked in the lower part of the cabinet.

"You are in a really good mood," Stephen said, setting his coffee down. "This is a different kind of good mood, too."

"It was a really good date," Tony hedged.

"Am I going to get the chance to meet this mystery woman?"

"Maybe," Tony said noncommittally as he checked the installation guide... okay, steps two through four were done. "The last thing I need is for her to look at Dr. Tall-Dark-and-Handsome and forget all about little old me."

Stephen smiled wryly. "As if I'm the relationship type. No one would have me, not for long." The 'No one has,' was unsaid, but Tony knew his friend.

"Just you wait, Strange. One day you'll meet someone and that person is going to knock you to your knees," Tony predicted. "And they'll end up feeling the same about you, too."

"Unlikely." Stephen's mobile rang. He frowned as he read the display.

"Problem?"

"My admin, Billy, he said he's going out for additional women's toiletries for one of our patients." He shrugged. "There's only one patient I can think of that would even put in the request but she really doesn't seem the makeup type." He typed something into the mobile and put it back in his pocket.

"People can surprise you, Stephen," Tony said.

Sharon was getting makeup. He did his best to keep his grin to himself.

"I'm so sorry, Sharon. I know you were looking forward to going out tonight. I'll get you an ice pack, Doll, I'm so sorry."

Sharon studied her reflection with a critical eye. She hadn't worn makeup in a few months; there hadn't been a point in getting dolled up when Steve had been so unpredictable with his shell shock. She wanted to look nice for a change.

Most of the bruising around her eyes was gone and she'd managed to cover up what remained, pushing away the memory of a heavy fist swinging at her, too sudden to block. She painstakingly plucked her eyebrows into order - emphasis on the pain. Sure, it wasn't the pain of having her ribs broken thanks to a brutal kick from a six foot one mountain of a man with unerring aim, but it still stung. Her cheek was still a bit swollen from the fracture (Hand was right; you never expect the other fist.) but a deft hand with foundation and careful application of rouge made it work. Only... she looked almost like a doll.

"I can't believe I was lucky enough to end up with the prettiest doll of selecting spouse a man could get."

She picked a darker lip dye than she normally would have applied and used the eye pen she'd initially nixed along with a bolder eyeshadow; she didn't want to look like a doll.

It hadn't helped her, before.

"Maybe you shouldn't look and move like a target then!"

Since she wasn't allowed to have hot rollers or anything that could burn her, she made do with the extra-large soft rollers Dr. Strange's admin Billy was so kind to buy for her. She finished the rest of her makeup while her hair set and frowned when she realized she only had the standard patient scrubs to wear. She'd tempted fate by asking Billy to run out and buy her the makeup and hair supplies; she couldn't risk asking him for clothing, and there wasn't anyone she could really ask to go and retrieve some clothing from her now-vacant house.

"Sharon! Unlock the damn door! Sharon! Doll, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry and I promise I won't do it again. Sharon, please!"

"Just open the door! I feel fine now, I swear!"

"Sharon!"

"Open the fucking door!"

(Had anyone gone in? Had they seen the holes punched in the walls? Or where she'd done her best to patch them while guilty eyes watched? Had anyone cleaned up the blood on the back patio? Her blood? It had to have been everywhere!)

"I'll help clean this up. No, go sit down, I insist. Stop hovering, Sharon! Just go! What? You think you'll do a better job? Fine then, have at it!"

When she was done styling her hair, she was pleased to see that the few spots that had been shaved for her emergency surgery were not only growing, but covered by the curls. She felt almost like her old self again, back before she'd made the terrible choice of selecting a spouse through the Bureau of Civic Spousal Selections.

"I'm sorry, I promise it won't happen again."

"Sharon, I'm so sorry I couldn't stop it."

"I promise I'll get better, I will. Just no counseling, okay?"

She hoped he was okay, wherever the BCSS ended up sending him. She hoped he was getting the help his war-broken mind desperately needed. She'd never forgive him, but she couldn't wish him ill, either.

It happened. It's over. Better days are coming.

Orderly Rintrah had come by to take her out "for some much needed sunshine, since you did so well with physical therapy today" (She might have been out of the CSB for half of a year, but she knew a ruse when she saw one.) and when they came back to her floor and room, Tony was already there with the usual set-up. (Was there a usual set-up for date nights in a hospital room? Maybe she and Tony were creating the mold.)

Yes, the set-up was impressive but she was focused on the flowers sitting in the vase on the table.

He'd brought her a few simple yellow narcissus.

Her heart ached. She'd always loved narcissus. She loved the promise they brought with them as they emerged from the soil every year, a harbinger of spring and renewal. It was as if they were telling the world 'the cold and dark is only temporary - here, have some sunshine.'

"You don't like the flowers?" Tony asked, looking unsure.

"No," she said, thumbing away an unexpected tear. "No, I love them."

"Strictly speaking the deal is one flower per date but it's apparently bad luck to only give one narcissus."

"That's what I've heard," she said with a smile. "Tony, they're lovely."

"Good," he said, sounding more like his usual confident self. "They're not as lovely as you, though. Which is understandable. I can't have anything showing you up. Or showing me up, really. At this point I think we're pretty even, you know, looks-wise. Well, we're equal, I'm just more equal."

She laughed and let him help her to her chair. "We really need to work on this self-confidence deficit of yours."

"If I don't think highly of myself, who will?" He asked teasingly. "Anyways, I hope you're hungry."

"I am. Physical therapy was a lot, today. But," she added, not wanting to drag the mood down. "I got through it."

"How much longer, do you think?" Tony asked as he set two dome-covered dishes from the heating shelf of the cart on the table.

"It's hard to say," she admitted. "They say I'm making progress every day and the last estimate I had was another two weeks."

"What's their biggest concern?"

"The fatigue and vertigo. My last scans were positive but our friend the Surgeon is cautious."

"Well," Tony filled her glass and then his own with chilled sparkling grape juice and motioned for a toast. "Here's to a quick but thorough recovery."

"Cheers." She eyed the still-covered dishes. "What did you bring this time?"

He lifted the dome off her plate. "I thought we'd enjoy dining in the style of our fashionable French friends. And don't worry, I did remember what you said about snails."

"Coquilles St. Jacques!" she exclaimed. "Oh, I love these! And they cooked them in the shells, how creative!"

"So scallops are a yes, snails are a no," Tony teased before following her lead and eating one.

"Exactly," Sharon said, eyes closed in contentment as she savored the taste of potatoes, butter, white wine, Gruyère, and scallops. "These are perfect."

"They are delicious," he agreed.

Conversation was mostly light with some teasing. Tony kept looking at her as if she was the prettiest woman he'd ever seen. Even though she knew she couldn't be, given the circles he moved in, she was flattered.

The second course was the most decadent duck breast she'd ever tasted in a mushroom cognac sauce served with fondant potato coins and perfectly crisp-but-cooked asparagus. it was amazing.

"Is this your plan?" she asked teasingly. "Trap me with amazing food so that I think a life without it is meaningless?"

"I will neither confirm nor deny," Tony said. He speared a duck medallion after spooning some of the sauce on top and ate it. "Sweet lord this is good."

"It's so much better than hospital food," she agreed. "Not that I don't appreciate the cooks down in the kitchen; they do a fine job."

Tony's eyes crinkled as he smiled. "You like looking out for the little guy, don't you?"

Sharon shrugged. "Growing up, I knew what it was to feel like I didn't matter. Joining the CSB gave me a purpose and I believe in the work I did, even when it wasn't easy or strictly wholesome. And then I was... I was powerless. I've saved so many lives, Tony, but I couldn't save myself. I feel like I've been given a second chance and I am so grateful to everyone who's been involved in giving me that second chance - kitchen staff included."

"This is one of the more impressive hospitals I've seen," Tony said. "Great doctors, nurses, and all kinds of staff."

"It beats being in a CSB medical facility by miles. I'm pretty sure they just re-hydrate field rations."

"So really their bar is on the ground, is what you're saying," Tony joked.

"Pretty much! And still, they brought a shovel, every time!"

"You're sad," Tony said when he'd cleared away the dishes from the main course and set up the dessert dishes - these two from the chilled shelf. "I'm not trying to pry but you have an aura about you. I haven't done anything wrong here, have I?"

She raised her brows, surprised he'd been able to pick up on it. He was much more emotionally aware than he let the public know. "No, no it's not you," she assured him. "I just found myself thinking about before."

"Well, we can enjoy our dessert," he lifted the dome off of her dish to reveal a chocolate pot de créme complete with a delicate chocolate spiral and stemmed cherry for garnish. "And then, if you want, you can talk to me about it."

Could she tell him? Would he still look at her the same way? She understood they were supposed to be getting to know each other, but this was a lot. And would he be willing to reciprocate?

"You do realize that if I bare my soul to you, you'll have to do the same?"

Tony smiled warmly and nodded. "I think I'll be good with that. I haven't scared you off yet and something tells me you actually have a spine of steel hiding behind that pretty face."

"Alright then. But dessert first."

"So, do you want to ask questions or shall I just talk?" Sharon asked.

The radio was tuned to an easy-listening station. There wasn't a Thursday evening show either of them particularly liked, so they'd settled for a simple music station they could easily filter out.

Tony pushed the food cart out into the hall and closed the door to her room before joining her by the radio. "What will make you more comfortable?"

"Preferably not talking, but I dont think that's the best option." She sighed.

It happened. It's over. Better days are coming.

"His name was Steve. He seemed perfectly fine, when we first met. He was a little shy, but handsome and very charming. He said he was looking for a simple life after the army, and I thought that maybe we could build that life together."

Tony nodded but didn't interrupt.

"The first few weeks we were married were a dream. We talked and danced and got to know each other. When we were finally ready to be intimate..." Her cheeks flushed stronger than the light rouge she wore. "It was pleasant," she said finally. "Nothing earth-shattering or soul-stirring, just pleasant."

"Please tell me you weren't-"

"A virgin?" She laughed and shook her head. "No, I definitely wasn't. Also, I was a spy, remember?"

"Okay, you were intimate, it was nothing to write home about."

"Everything was going well. And then July 4th came, and that's when it all went so wrong."

Tony had read the papers and studies on on returning service members who had difficulty with loud or sudden noises, and how that initial trigger could set off a host of other problems. It was tragic and while he'd designed sound-proof headphones and sold them to the Veteran's Bureau at cost and donated to charitable organizations meant to help them, the truth remained that many returning service members harbored a deep shame for their trauma and refused to acknowledge it or consider seeking treatment.

"The first time he was violent I was too stunned to say or do anything. It was early evening and not too hot for July. I had baked a cake for him as a surprise, because it was his birthday. We were outside when some neighbors started setting their store-bought fireworks off. One minute I was on the patio grilling burgers to a perfect medium-rare and the next I was on the ground with the breath knocked out of me and ringing in my ears. All I could do was just stare off to the side, stunned. When I could finally think I realized he was still on top of me, yelling at me to stay down. I tried to fight him off, but he was just so big and my head was pounding and he knocked my head against the ground again."

She took a deep breath. "Steve was horrified when he came to and realized what he'd done. He fell all over himself swearing to me that it would never happen again, that he'd never strike a woman or do anything like he'd just done."

She looked at Tony noticed how tight his fists were clenched and shook her head. "There's nothing you can do about it, now," she said. "He helped me up, carried me into the house, and helped clean the blood out of my hair. He brought me an ice pack and he begged me to forgive him and give him another chance. The whole episode was just so unlike him that I did."

"But it ended up being just like him," Tony said.

"Sadly, yes."

"After that it was like anything could set him off. The toaster was suspicious and I was an enemy combatant for using it or I was trying to poison him with the ragù I made." She looked away, forcing herself to think back and recall. "I had bruises just about everywhere by the second month. I felt as if I couldn't live in my own home."

She saw Tony's frown and shrugged. "It wasn't all physical," she said. "Steve had some very old-fashioned opinions. The house was too showy, the appliances - all older Stark models - were too fancy. I shouldn't insist on driving. I wasn't all soft and sweet like he thought I was, I was too independent and trying to emasculate him." She hugged herself. "I didn't know what to do other than start sleeping in the guest bedroom."

"How did he take it?"

"Lots of yelling at me to unlock the door. Lots of pleading with me to unlock the door and promises that he wouldn't do it again."

"But he always did."

"He always did," she confirmed. "I finally got to a point where I invoked my right as the Selecting Spouse to see to his medical care and we went to see the psychologist who had performed his assessment for the BCSS."

"From the very little I could glean, it didn't go well."

"It did not," Sharon said, and choked back a sob.

"Hey, you don't have to-" he stood as if to move to her and she shook her head and waved him off.

"No, I- I need to get this all out, even if it's just the once." She looked directly at him, eyes bright. "Please don't give up on me."

"Never," he said. "I promise."

"The doctor wasn't at all sympathetic. Well, at least not to me. After meeting with both of us separately and together, it was her professional, clinical opinion that I needed to be more understanding of the kind of needs and expectations a man like Steve had. I needed to stop antagonizing him and be a better selecting spouse as I helped him reintegrate back into the world. After all, it only made sense that he'd see me as suspicious and an enemy because I'd spent five years as a spy - hardly the trustworthy type."

She clenched her shut, and shook her head. "I'm ashamed to say that I tried, Tony. I really, really tried. I was up earlier than Steve, I made breakfast, I did everything I could to make him feel special, even though in my head I was screaming at myself that nothing about it was right."

She let the radio play for a few minutes as she gathered herself. Tony seemed to sense she needed the time.

"He got a little better, after that. We had some happy days and evenings, and we were even intimate once or twice." She met his gaze. "I was pregnant when Sergeant Barnes rushed me here that day. My body, in the shape that it was in, couldn't sustain it and I ended up miscarrying. I never got the chance to tell him." She hugged herself again, a habit she'd developed as a child because no one had really been concerned about soothing her.

"Anyways, we were nearing the fourth month when it happened. We were outside again. I was gardening and he was reading. I was actually feeling somewhat hopeful because it'd been a week since he'd had an episode. And then a neighbor slammed the door of his car and Steve had another one."

She cleared her throat, willing away tears. "I don't remember much after that. Just pain and Steve yelling and this dark sort of angel swooping in and making sure that Steve could never touch me again. There were all kinds of flashing lights and hushed voices and I slept for a long time."

"You haven't seen him since?"

"No. The constable, Officer Sousa, stopped by a few days after I woke up to take my statement. He tried for the day I woke up but our friend the Surgeon wouldn't let him because he wasn't sure how my cognition would be.

"He said that Steve had been taken into custody, as had the psychologist. When the BCSS was informed of what happened, they had one of their internal psychologists examine her findings and notes from Steve's file and our case. It turned out that she'd lied and approved Steve for the selection pool when he should have been denied and turned over to Veteran Services."

"And they very quietly annulled your marriage."

"They did," Sharon confirmed. "Imagine the outrage that would happen if word got out that they weren't monitoring their contracted workers and because of it, someone almost died?"

"Have you spoken with her?"

Sharon scoffed. "No. I have no desire to ever see her again. It's caused quite the scandal in our family. I've never really fit in with them and they don't understand why I can't just forgive my dear cousin for her lapse in judgment."

"You're joking!" He exclaimed, outraged.

"She works to save lives, don't you understand?" Sharon said mockingly. "I joined an agency that's dishonest and kills people, and that's just not right."

"Your family is terrible," he said flatly.

"I agree," she said. "I've told the staff here that I don't want any of them visiting. And apart from Sergeant Barnes and his wife Natalia, and Dr. Strange, you're my only visitor." She cleared her throat. "And that's the whole, sad story of the worst decision I've ever made." She considered. "It's almost up there with the time out in the field where I didn't go with my gut and ended up being held captive in Canada for almost a week before I broke out."

Tony stood up and helped her up before he hugged her - the most contact he'd initiated this far. "You are incredible, Sharon Carter," he whispered. "And you're the strongest woman I've ever met." The tenderness undid her.

"I'm not," she protested with a sob. "Tony, I should have stopped him! I could have!"

"And you'd have ended up in jail and he'd be out there free to hurt anyone else when he needs to be locked up away from the public and getting the psychiatric treatment he needs."

He pulled back and looked at her. "You survived hell," he said. "And you have nothing to be ashamed of. Well, except for maybe the whole being a Canadian captive thing, but you broke out, so you did manage some redemption there."

That startled a laugh of of Sharon and he hugged her again. "You survived and better things await."

"That's what I tell myself: It happened, it's over, better days are coming."

"See? You're agreeing with me, so clearly you're right."

There was a knock at the door. "Time's almost up, Stark!"

"Ah. Where would we be without Nurse Wong?" Tony asked no one in particular.

"I'm sorry this wasn't much of a date night," Sharon said.

"Not much of a date night?" Tony asked, looking surprised. "You got all made up, we dined on fine French food with nary a snail in sight, and you bared your soul to me. I think for a third date we did pretty good."

"This really didn't put you off?"

"No, it didn't. I'm so amazed at how strong you are and I'm so sorry that I couldn't have stopped any of it."

She breathed a sigh of relief. She was starting to fall for this man and the way they were just having pleasant evenings of conversation and dinner, maybe some music or or show on the radio. It wasn't at all what she would have expected from Tony Stark. He was surprising her and rather than be unsettled, she welcomed it. She'd tried steady and predictable and look where it had gotten her!

"It's your turn, tomorrow evening," she teased.

"Yes, it is," he agreed.

"Scared?"

He nodded. "A little," he admitted. "But you are worth it, and I think this whole thing between us that we're building is worth it."

"You know, I really think it is."

There was more knocking at the door.

Tony pulled back and kissed her hand. "Well, until tomorrow evening, I suppose."

"Until tomorrow evening," Sharon agreed. She walked him to the door. "Thank you for another lovely date."

"You're welcome." He left.

Nurse Wong waited approximately thirty seconds before he stepped in. She was just turning off the radio when he got a look at her, frowning when he saw her reddened eyes. "Did he-"

"No, he didn't do anything," she told Wong firmly. "It was just an emotional night. I promise," she added when his frown didn't lessen. "It was cathartic and I think, as crazy as it sounds, that this could really work."

His expression softened. "I'm glad that you had another pleasant evening."

"I promise you, if he or anyone here ever did something to make me upset, I would tell you. They'd be on the ground groaning in pain first, but I would tell you."

He nodded. "That's good to know," he said. "Do you need anything before I bring back your medications?"

"No, I'm just going to wash my face and brush these curls out. It will only take five minutes or so. Go ahead and take care of everyone else. I'm here long term, and they deserve the full Wong-experience."

He smiled and left.

She did just what she said she'd do. She brushed out her curls and pulled her hair back out of her face before gently cleaning the makeup away. Even with the makeup gone, she thought she looked more like her old self, before she'd left the CSB. She brushed her teeth and changed into a nightgown and robe.

After Wong brought her her nightly medication, she had no problem drifting off to a peaceful sleep.

Her last thought was that tomorrow would be a new day and better things awaited.

Across the town, in a fancy if not luxurious hotel room, Tony Stark got ready for bed. He washed his own face and brushed his teeth. He selected a clean pair of pajama pants and after finishing a glass of water rather than a couple fingers of scotch, climbed into bed, thinking back on what he'd learned.

When his mother had cried, or even when his admin Pepper cried, he never knew what to do. It always made him feel helpless and all he could think about was making it stop because it was something he knew intrinsically he couldn't fix.

Sharon crying hadn't made him feel helpless; he'd felt determination to help her however he could and to somehow do whatever it would take to ensure she never had to cry over that man or her cousin again.

He went to bed knowing he'd have to reveal more about himself than he'd revealed to anyone who wasn't Stephen or Rhodey. He wasn't as scared as he'd originally been, however.

If she could be strong, then well, so could he.

Tomorrow would be a new day and better things awaited.

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Author's Note (again): Yellow Narcissus - new beginnings and rebirth

Look. This whole story was supposed to be a cute little 5+1 thing. And then this chapter happened. I realized when I started writing it that everything Sharon has gone through couldn't be ignored, not if she and Tony were to actually make it work.

But, if you've read Goodbye Grey Sky, Hello Blue, you know that these two are very blissfully married.

#couldntbedamned fic #iron 13 #sharon carter x tony stark #tony stark x sharon carter #1950s modern fusion au #1950s au #tony stark #sharon carter #iron thirteen