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anika-ann · 3 years

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Walk Me Home Tonight (S.R.)

Type: one-shot, songfic

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader Word count: 4700

Summary: Sometimes it’s hard to be in a celebratory mood when all you can think of is that life sucks and that being left on your own to drown your sorrows is for the best.

Sometimes people who care about you know better than yourself and come crashing your party of one.

Sometimes, despite the popular belief, you do realize how lucky you are having been introduced to Steve Rogers.

Warnings: mention of blood and violence and death, mention of alcohol, angst, fluff and language

A/N: P!nk’s Walk Me Home just does something to me, alright? Music video included - it’s soooo beautiful.

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You stared at the amber liquid, lazily making it roll in the glass with idle motions of your wrist. It reflected the rather soft lights of the bar, an exquisite game of colour you found fascinating enough to dull your mind and muffle the noise of the party.

It wasn’t that you were a party pooper, not usually anyway; just… the timing wasn’t ideal.

Of course, Sharon could hardly move her birthday to make it more convenient for you, less so a party her colleagues had decided to throw for her. You knew Agent Carter for quite some time now; she had joined SHIELD about the same time as you, going through the same tough training. Except unlike you – and initially without your knowledge – she had an image to live up to.

You might even call her a friend, your chest bursting in pride for her when her hard work had finally borne some fruit and she had been promoted to an assistant director of the intelligence agency. Among other things, it earned her a lot of new potential friends.

You were hardly acting like one tonight, much to your own annoyance. But for some reason, you found it difficult to leave your momentary emotional baggage at the doorstep, slipping it off as easily as your coat. You had wished her all the best, conversed for a tiny bit and then happily made space for others, for the forming line of guests waiting to celebrate with her as well.

Then you retreated to your spot at the bar, possibly annoying the bartender, who would have been more delighted seeing some heavier drinker occupying your seat, tipping generously, instead of having you nursing each glass of alcohol for about two hours.

You weren’t even sure why you were still here; you had given up on the attempt on small talk with anyone, apparently unwittingly chasing away any potential company. And here you thought misery did love company – perhaps you were wrong, at least when it came to birthday parties of gorgeous women loved by everyone. You might as well pack up your bottom and sulk at home.

You were stubbornly shushing the voice in the back of your skull, whispering about knowing precisely why you remained in your seat; about feeling less alone here, despite being a literal loner in a crowd.

You downed the rest of the bitter scotch, basking in the burn which it left on its way down your throat, your eyelids slipping shut in content, the noise in your brain falling silent completely for few blissful moments.

“Party of one?” a male voice gently asked, the tinniest note of teasing in it and while your heart skipped a startled beat at being addressed, you felt the burn in your throat slip lower, warming your chest and causing the corners of your mouth turn up just a fraction.

There's something in the way you roll your eyes Takes me back to a better time When I saw everything is good But now you're the only thing that's good

“Felt like crashing it?” you hummed in response, side-eyeing the intruder and found a pair of cerulean eyes staring back. He blindly waved off the eager bartender who was about to offer him a drink.

Ah, poor guy. No tips for him tonight.

“Well, I didn’t get an invitation. Looks like crashing was my only option.”

You sighed tiredly despite Steve’s kind teasing. Tonight was just… so exhausting. Tonight. Today. This week. Gah, this whole month. This fucking year--- okay, maybe you were exaggerating, because you were simply crossing the line, moving from relaxed buzzed drunk to a miserable one.

Battling with yourself, arguing whether you should send him to hell – nicely, because Steve was nothing but kind, he was always so kind, goddammit, gentle humour spiced with the ability to become an utter troll, still benign though, that was why you usually enjoyed his company so much after all-… – or call it a night.

Or should you order another drink? Was there a point? You might cross the line to a clingy drunk eventually and you weren’t certain that was a good idea.

It was probably about as good of an idea as coming to a party despite feeling like shit on an emotional roller-coaster, dangerously inclining towards a very bad mood to put it mildly.

You tilted your head to side as you looked at Steve properly, tight blue shirt flattering his supersoldier frame, black pants with desperately needed leather belt considering his thin waist, his blonde hair a mess, gaze fixed on you, observing. Always observing to read people, to anticipate behaviour, evaluate the threat; sometimes simply to be considerate, to… to be compassionate.

Dammit, Steve.

“Must have got lost in the mail then,” you said eventually, offering a weak smile. “Sorry.”

“Nah, it’s alright,” he shrugged it off, the curve of his lips more distinct than yours. As if he was offering to cheer you up. Sweet, but possibly vain effort tonight. Sometimes, things simply piled up and there was no escape. Such was the fate of a government agent. And human, for that matter. “Doesn’t look like much fun and I think it’s about to end anyway.”

“I guess…”

Tryna stand up on my own two feet This conversation ain't comin' easily And darling, I know it's getting late So what do you say we leave this place?

This time, Steve actually made an eye contact with the bartender, who eagerly rushed to him at instant. His excited expression fell when he noticed you were pulling out your wallet to close your tab. You didn’t have the strength to shoot him an apologetic smile.

Steve’s eyes were on you the whole time, you could feel them, and you wondered why. Until he spoke again, as soon as the other man left.

“Come on. I’ll walk you home,” he offered gentlemanly, coaxing you into saying yes, possibly unaware of the effect which such tone had on people.

Or perhaps he knew, using exactly that when he was trying to talk someone down, to calm them, gain their trust. The joke was on him, because it was a vain effort; you trusted him fully already. Surely, he knew that.

Right?

Trust was the solid base the team of Avengers needed and since you somehow found yourself with them, it involved you too. The team stood and fell on trust and mutual respect. But it meant so much more – they were friends. They cared about each other, about their well-being.

Right now, Steve was being a good friend and a good teammate.

And you were being exactly that too when you turned his kind proposition down.

“No, it’s fine. There are still some people who are actually able to speak coherently with you. Go enjoy yourself. I’ll be okay.”

“It’s three in the morning,” he pointed out, as if admonishing you for not noticing. Your eyebrow rose deliberately.

“…and?”

“And I’d feel better if you weren’t walking the streets alone,” he replied easily, ignoring the hint of snark in your comeback as you made your way to the coat-stand.

Still walking on the line of miserable and pleasantly buzzed, you couldn’t find it in yourself to be mean to him for such patronizing approach. He had been raised this way and despite his open mind and admirable respect to women, he slipped sometimes.

“Steve, I’m a SHIELD agent basically turned Avenger. I can take care of my-“

“But you don’t have to. And-” He gestured subtly back towards the bar and a metaphorical lightbulb flickered above your head.

Not patronizing then, god forbid chauvinist; Peggy Carter would rise from the death to beat him with his own shield, with Natasha’s enthusiastic help, if he was showing any sign of aforementioned qualities and he was well-aware of that.

Just mother-henning then, the way Steve excelled at.

It brought the first honest smile of the night to your lips. You made sure to face him so he could see how wholesome his company was for you.

“I’m not too drunk, Steve. I had like two glasses of scotch,” you assured him, gently brushing his forearm before reaching for your coat and scarf. “And two beers.”

“I know,” he stated, stealing your coat only to hold it out for you to slip into it.

God, the woman who would once win his heart was about to be one lucky bitch.

Jim has never done this for me, flashed through your mind and you instantly shushed the whining voice in your head. Instead, you went over what he just said, blinking in surprise.

Huh? He… knew?

“I… might have kept an eye on you,” he admitted tentatively, the tips of his fingers brushing your shoulder before retreating and letting you to cocoon in the fabric.

“Why?”

Why would he keep an eye on you? Sure, teammates and friends and all that, but for some reason, you doubted he kept an eye on Tony, the only other Avenger (beside Steve, not Steve and you, you don’t count, a voice hissed in your mind and you winced) who attended the party, not being on any mission at the moment.

Why did Steve feel like you needed a chaperone?

No, that was too harsh of a word for him, you were certain his intentions were everything but malicious, but… why?

Walk me home in the dead of night I can't be alone with all that's on my mind, mhm So say you'll stay with me tonight 'Cause there is so much wrong going on outside

The genuine wonder must have been audible in your voice, much like your shock must have been clear in your expression, because Steve seemed sheepish all of sudden, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Well, I mean, I know that you probably wouldn’t-“ he started, only to grimace. “It’s not that I think you’re an alcoholic! It’s just that... you--- and it’s only been-…“

-four days since you got dumped, you finished the unspoken sentence and tried your best to ignore the cold seeping into your bones at the reminder.

One of the reasons why you had been in a sour mood and deciding to drink alone. Your amazing asshole of a boyfriend had dumped you, metaphorically kicking you while you had already been down. Lovely.

“-I was worried. But you didn’t look like you were interested in having company, I didn’t want to be a bother and-“

You pulled Steve out of his misery by placing a hand over his forearm, which stopped the words spilling uncontrollably from his mouth.

He was actually being very sweet and thoughtful. It kinda made you feel bad, because… you weren’t looking for dragging someone down with you. As it was, he had his own reasons to not be happy about partying tonight, but feeling like he had to keep an eye on you probably didn’t help to lift his spirits.

“-and you had to spend some time with the woman of the hour,” you finished instead of him slowly, hoping you sounded at least half as thoughtful as he did and that you didn’t appear to be the greatest bitch, stealing attention from Sharon. “That’s understandable, Steve. It is her birthday party and I’m the one being antisocial.”

You bit down your lip, lowering your gaze, because the infamous worried wrinkle appeared on Steve’s forehead and you just knew he was about to protest and you… honestly felt bad about your behaviour and the welcoming colour of his eyes was not helping to make you feel any better, because of course he probably thought it was perfectly normal to look out for you instead of allowing himself to enjoy the night and- ugh.

“You… you shouldn’t have to look out for me. Your attention could have been fully on the birthday girl.”

Naturally, Steve Rogers basically shrugged it off. Covering your hand on him with his large palm, he slouched to look into your eyes once more. Insistent bastard, no doubt aware of your inability to say no to his amiable face.

“That’s what friends are for. Now, can I walk you home?”

You shook your head with a sad smile, rising your gaze towards the ceiling, hoping it came out as an exasperation at his stubbornness and not as it truly was – you in fact attempting to keep your tears at bay, because, miserable drunk, dumped four days ago apart from other things and there he was, asshole perfect, Steve fucking Rogers, gentleman and friend extraordinaire, caring for your well-being more than Jim ever had.

A twinkle appeared in his eye when he recognized he won and you chuckled, sealing his victory out loud.

“Yes, Steve. You can walk me home. It’s conveniently located on the way to yours.”

He smirked when he shrugged on his own coat. “Happy coincidences…”

There's something in the way I wanna cry That makes me think we'll make it out alive So come on and show me how we're good I think that we could do some good, mhm

Once you left the bar, silence fell on you, feeling heavy as did the cold November air.

Heavy and awkward. While you could tell with certainty you were barely affected by the alcohol you had drunk, your steps were wobbly, knees shaky as if you were a baby horse trying to stand up for the first time.

Steve walked by your side, majestic in his thigh-length coat, hands snugged in its pockets only halfway as if he was waiting for you needing his support. It irritated you as much as it warmed your heart.

On top of everything, you would swear every lone person you met stared at you, staring you up and down until they seemed to register Steve’s imposing frame and quickly went back to their business. It annoyed you to no end; it was just proving Steve’s point that you shouldn’t walk the streets alone at such hour, government agent or not.

“I would have been fine, you know,” you hummed, cautiously breaking the relative quiet.

It was never truly quiet in New York City, only rush hours alternating with calmer ones. You didn’t mind it; you enjoyed the city. Sometimes quiet meant that thoughts won the opportunity to become too loud; tonight, for some reason, despite the silence, Steve prevented that ever since he joined you.

It dawned to you then, how ungrateful you sounded and you quickly added “But thanks.” – a whisper full of honesty.

“Uh-huh.”

Perhaps the silence weighted so much because your mood wasn’t the only cause of it.

Steve was showing you that he worried; surely, you could as well? Because you did, worry about him that was.

“…are you? Okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” he asked distractedly, but you could hear the frown on his face, the image of his nose scrunched in confusion painted in front of your eyes even without looking at him.

“Just… today-” you nudged him once more and vaguely eyed your watch only to be reminded that ‘today’ was a confusing term. “Or, more like, yesterday…”

A sharp inhale was drawn at your side and you could sense as he started closing off, putting up his walls so no one would catch a scent of his weakness. You hated when he tried to do that. You would have thought you were past that. You liked to consider you two friends at least.

Tonight was simply not your night. Of either of you, apparently.

“What about it-?“

You sighed, fighting the urge to roll your eyes. Were you truly such a crappy company, an insensitive friend or was there something sorrowful and cranky in the air, preventing your communication channels from tuning to the same frequency?

You were aware what the day meant for him – another painful reminder of what he had lost with crashing the plane in the forties only to wake up in a new millennium.

Though this particular loss – of his mother – haunted him even back in what some people called his days. It was an utter non-sense. Steve belonged there as much as he belonged here. He was brave enough to try and stubborn enough to succeed in fitting in.

“Nothing, I guess,” you sighed once more, this time rolling your eyes. “…Mr. Nothing Can Touch Me.”

The wry nickname hung in the air for a while, the faint noise of the night city washing over your pair. When Steve broke it again, there was a barely audible crack in his voice.

“I… I’m okay. I think. I… should be. It’s been so long. Decades,” he mused, turning his gaze to the sky. His eyes glistened and if you didn’t know him, hadn’t witnessed his walls lowering before, you would have thought it was just the streetlights reflecting.

You knew better. Tentatively, your fingers brushed his, not remembering when his hands had left his pockets. You were grateful for it now, especially when he didn’t retrieve from your touch instantly.

“Not for you,” you pointed out quietly, rewarded by the softest squeeze of his warm hand.

The heaviness and tension you had felt before resolved with the gesture. Something finally fell into place and you were almost you again and he was almost him.

Two figures, carrying their griefcases, but functioning and… harmonizing once more.

“How did you know?”

“That’s what friends are for, Steve,” you echoed his earlier words, sending a tiny smile his way, meeting his glassy gaze. “They remember important dates, good or bad.”

“No one else did. Not that I can actually hold it against Buck, of course... but no one… you…” his voice trailed off as he lost his train of thought – or perhaps he had never truly directed it to the station in the first place.

Your shoulders moved a fraction, a hint of a shrug-off. His hand wrapped around yours tighter in silent appreciation, not showing any sign of intending to let go.

And you were alright with that. More than alright.

Walk me home in the dead of night I can't be alone with all that's on my mind, mhm So say you'll stay with me tonight 'Cause there is so much wrong going on outside

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

His presence was always immense, overwhelming even; yet so comfortable you didn’t have the slightest problem with opening your heart to him, offering it to him even when it was bleeding. And now, finally tuned together, it was no different.

You bared your heart to him, even if it hurt.

“She didn’t make it,” you whispered, voice pained in the dead of the night and he didn’t react, letting you to gather strength to elaborate. You cleared your throat as the lump grew in it. “Kayla, one of the kids… from last week’s mission. I found out yesterday… she-she didn’t make it, she had too many injuries. Word is that perhaps it was even a blessing. A relief.”

“I’m so sorry,” Steve repented, his grip growing stronger just a fraction, enough to make your chest and eyes burn.

“Yeah, so am I.”

Whatever he heard in your voice, it caused his fingers twitch in your hand, his footsteps slowing down. “You know that wasn’t your fault, right?”

“Wasn’t it? If I was faster, if I-“

Steve stopped in his tracks completely, pulling at your hand to make you do the same and face him.

You closed your eyes when his blue ones met them, unable to stand the urgency in them. His free hand curled around your shoulder, caressing in attempt at comfort.

“Hey, hey, don’t do that to yourself.” Hypocrite, you threw back at him in your mind, stubbornly keeping your eyelids shut, simply knowing that if you saw the sincerity in his gaze in addition to the fervour he spoke with, you might actually believe him. “You did your best. I know that, Nat and Buck know, everyone does. A monster you helped to put behind bars hurt the kids. Not you. You saved so many lives.”

You shook your head with a sigh, staring straight ahead as you turned on your heels and continued your path. Steve, never letting go of your hand, followed reluctantly.

“Sometimes I think he might have been right, you know?”

Peripherally, you saw him frown again and you cursed yourself for drinking – it untangled your tongue and his stupid face made your spill your guts to him, vomit emotion. You weren’t too secretive about your feelings most of the time, but damn, you hated how alcohol pushed your boundaries of sharing them.

“… Jim. He said that maybe I should give it up. That I’m just running alongside you, heroes, pretending to be one of you, but in the end, I’m not even close to being as good-“

Steve’s feet took roots in the ground, his steely grip forcing you to stop – as long as you wanted to keep your hand attached, which yeah, you kinda did.

“I feel like taking a detour now,” he muttered darkly and for a short moment, confusion was everything you felt, blissfully overtaking the anger, the sorrow, the helplessness and the feeling of utter uselessness.

“Huh?”

“Where does Jim live?” Steve spitted out the name venomously and you couldn’t help the wave of affection washing over you. Affection towards this treasure of a man who apparently wanted to punch another human being because it offended his friend. “He has no business saying something like that. Especially if his bullshit actually affects you-”

“Steve, he wasn’t wrong, I’m just-“ you sputtered, caught off guard when you registered the fire in his glare.

“We all make mistakes. But that’s beside the point, because you didn’t even make any that day. I read the report, and I know you, you put everything you got and more into the rescue mission. How can he-“ he hissed, literally taking a calming breath as both of his hands balled into fist.

Well, one of them only nearly, since it was still holding yours. It actually stung a bit, the bones in your hand close to grinding against each other.

“-I haven’t met him many times, but if he said that instead of comforting you after an incredibly draining mission, then I’m glad that that asshole is gone from your life. … though I would still appreciate his address.”

Blinking away the few stray tears that welled up, you forced a smile as Steve’s strict glare found yours. It felt good, seeing his indignation; having someone else exasperated on how Jim had reacted. He should have given you a hug and hold you tight; that was what you would wish for. Instead, he told you to stop complaining and when you accused him of not supporting you, he called you a whiny bitch who should make up her damn mind and broke things off.

You deeply appreciated Steve’s display of chivalry, hell, you half-considered giving away the address just so Jim would hear someone else agreeing with you, but you were honestly just tired. And you had a feeling Steve wouldn’t stay only at words and seeing any more blood, any more aggression would have been too much for you tonight.

Tonight, you… you needed serenity and comfort.

“…thank you. That… that means a lot. But… maybe just walk me home? Please? Could you walk me home, Steve?” you pleaded softly, barely audible, not caring it sounded like weeping of a needy child.

Unbeknownst to you, that was the last thing you resembled in Steve’s eyes. Your imploring gaze, vulnerable and open, it moved something inside him, his anger silenced for the moment, leaving him defenceless, unable to say no. Not that he had an intention to do so. He always had trouble saying no to you.

So he forced his fists to relax, running his thumb over the back of your hand and whispered the only word that made sense.

“Always.”

You settled back to the comfortable silence after that.

Walk me home in the dead of night 'Cause I can't be alone with all that's on my mind Say you'll stay with me tonight 'Cause there is so much wrong going on

You reached the Tower hand in hand.

Neither of you released the other. Not during the elevator ride, not when you walked the halls lined with doors leading to each’s private quarters.

You were still holding onto each other when you came to a stop in front of your door; rest assured, Steve Rogers would lead you right to your door even if his was only at the end of the very same corridor.

Standing nearly chest to chest, his eyes bored into yours with seriousness that surprised you.

“For the record, you do a great deal of good,” he reassured you, saying it as if he truly meant it. It tugged at your heart, sweet and bitter. “You’re amazing and you’re the most authentic of all of us. I admire you.”

That claim caused you to chuckle. Now he was laying it on a bit thick, downright exaggerating.

“You admire me? Steve, that’s really nice of you to say, but don’t be ridi-“

Your words died in your throat when his large palm splayed over your cheek, cradling it gently. When the paddle of his thumb swiped over your other cheek, soft smile playing on his lips, his irises bright with a promise, time seemingly stopped along with your heart.

“And you’re a great friend to the whole team, a wonderful person. Do me a favour and finally learn to accept a compliment,” he asked of you in hushed voice, the electric blue and green of his eyes locking you in. “If he didn’t praise you enough for you to get used to it, he was doing something wrong.”

You gulped, a silly association with the word ‘praise’ allowing you to break from the cage of his gaze that had previously had your mind gone blank.

“I’m not a dog to be praised, Steve…”

One corner of his lips – and when did they got so close anyway? – twitched. And then a tender kiss landed on your forehead, just the softest brush of lips against your skin. The gesture, utterly incomprehensible for you, had your eyelids flutter shut.

“I’m very much aware. Believe me, doll, I know. Thank you for letting me walk you home.”

You only nodded at the ridiculous statement – why was he thanking you? – too perplexed at the fact his lips had made contact with your skin. When did you cross the line towards the delusional drunk?

His fingertips caressed your face as he let go, wishing you to have a good night. Too baffled, you were unable to respond until he had already made his way to his door and you suddenly missed the warmth of his presence.

Breaking free from your haze, you acted on impulse, apparently startling him when you called his name out of blue so urgently.

“Steve!”

Whipping his head around to look at you, you felt your heart jump into your throat.

“Uh… are you ready to go to bed or… or maybe… would you like to watch a movie or something?” With me?

I don’t think I’m ready to be alone. Ready to be without you.

Even from the distance, you would swear you saw his lips spread in a slow honey-sweet smile.

“I think I’d like that,” he called out lowly. “Ten minutes? I’ll get the blankets. You pick the movie.”

“See you in ten then.”

You pretended that your heart didn’t flutter, sending a wave of familiar tingle through your chest and to your fingers, as you slipped inside your room with your mouth curled up in a content smile.

Walk me home in the dead of night I can't be alone with all that's on my mind So say you'll stay with me tonight 'Cause there is so much wrong There is so much wrong There is so much wrong going on outside

*✧･ Bonus *✧･

If Tony found them two and half hour later, closing credits rolling, the pair curled up and cuddling on the couch, you fast asleep in Steve’s arms, and he noticed that the supersoldier was in fact only faking to avoid an interrogation from the Ironman himself, he didn’t mention it. He just whispered to FRIDAY to turn off the TV and turn off the dimmed lights completely.

He hoped Rogers would treat you the way you deserved, unlike the man who now had farts announcing a received e-mail or texts, unable to change it, and a laptop turning on randomly, dead-pale children staring at him from the screen with hollow eyes and in clothes dripping water. Tony would hate to have to hack more tech again just to avenge your broken heart without your knowledge any time soon.

He’d rather suffer watching the two of his friends being disgustingly sweet on each other.

Probably.

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S.R. masterlist

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Silent thanks to the person who came up with the word ‘griefcase’ as an alternative to emotional baggage.

Also, I’m pretty sure songfics aren’t supposed to be so long... oops?

Thank you for reading!

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statticscribbles · 3 years

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Marvel/DC Masterlist

Avengers

General

Two

Still

Wrestle

Room

Sharing (Bucky)

Rescue (peggy natasha centric)

Rescue Pt 2

Rescue Pt 3

Bucky Barnes/Reader

Lifeboat

For Sale

Mission Pt 1: Backlog

Oh Baby

Plus Sized (Headcanons)

Summon (Halloween)

Shadow Help (Halloween)

Dating (Headcanons)

Baby (Headcanons)

Going Steady

Devil’s Playground

My Little Girl

Courting (a/b/o dynamics)

Courting Pt 2 (a/b/o dynamics)

Baking

Heal

Winter (soulmate AU)

Type

Empathic Synesthetes Pt 1

ES: Pt 2

ES: Pt 3

ES: Pt 4

ES: Pt 5

ES Pt 6

ES Pt 7

ES Pt 8 (smut)

Surprise Santa

Baby Holiday

Last Christmas

Second Gift

White Christmas

Hallelujah

Dad Age

Initial (ftm reader Soulmate AU)

Dream Share (soulmate)

Initial Baby (ftm smut)

Double Check (soulmate au)

Iced

Steve Rogers/Reader

Gala (Holiday Challenge)

Gala Pt 2

Date Pt 2 (pt 1 sam/Reader)

Past Hope Pt 1

Past Hope Pt 2

Past Hope Pt 3

Past Hope Pt 4

Past Hope Pt 5

Past Hope Pt 6 (smut)

For Christmas

Expense

Wrong Flirt

Dirty Thoughts (smut)

Planned

Peggy Carter/Reader/Bucky Barnes

Mission Pt1: Backlog

Sam Wilson/Reader

Date

Natasha Romanoff/Reader

Latrodectus Pt 1

Latrodectus Pt 2

Bounty (male)

War is Over

What If Pt 1

What If Pt 2

What If Pt 3

What If Pt 4

What If Pt 5

What If Pt 6

Meeting

Clint Barton/Reader

Mission First

Sign

Loki/Reader

Dating (Headcanons)

Baby (Headcanons)

Prayer Pt 1

Prayer Pt 2

Helmut Zemo/Reader

Meet Cute Pt 1

Meet Cute Pt 2

Felica Hardy/Reader

Family Opinions

Jessica Jones/Luke Cage

Timer

Peter Parker/Felicia Hardy

Dreamer

Peter Parker/Wade Wilson

Mind’s Eye

Bar Hopping

Bar Hopping Pt 2

Miles Morales/Gwen Stacy

Temperature

Sharon Carter/ Sam Wilson

Mission

Vampy (Halloween Challenge)

Roommate Pt 1

Roommate Pt 2

Meaning

Natasha Romanoff/Yelena Belova

Settle

Assure

Pauk

Sestra

Song

Braid

Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes

In Need

Drift

Natasha Romanoff/Steve Rogers

Wake Up

Perfect

Peter Parker/Zarda

Meet and Greet

Tandy Bowen/Tyrone Johnson

Masked Ball

Peggy Carter/Natasha Romanoff

Forgive Me

Wanda Maximoff/OC

Holy

Fantastic Four:

Johnny Storm/Reader

Hot Girl Bummer

X-Men

General:

Hero

Babysitting

Family Conference

Totally Fucked

Late Bloomer(a/b/o Dynamics)

Baby Daddy Masterlist

Charles Xavier/Erik Lehnsherr

Name

Dark Kingdom

Peter Maximoff/Alex Summers

Get Me The Moon

Charles Xavier/Reader

Help

Erik Lehnsherr/Reader

Almost

Raven Darkholme/ Reader

Human

Mirror (soulmate au)

Peter Maximoff/Reader

Show Off (male)

Forever After All

Babe

Wade Wilson/Reader

Blast

Sidekick

Kurt Wagner/Reader

Baby

Dance

Hand

Hank McCoy/Reader

Words

Visibility

Cancer

Jean Grey/Reader

Weapon (Male Reader)

Thinking (Male)

David Haller/Ruth Aldine

Talk

DC Comics

Bruce Wayne/Selina Kyle

Night

Barry Allen/Reader

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Yuánfèn | 02

Ch. 2: Retrouvailles: “An overwhelming feeling of happiness caused by seeing someone after a long separation.”

Summary: When you’ve lost everything and try to run away from your problems, you keep finding a way back to the one person who completely understands. Can you make another person happy with a broken heart?

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader Chapter Word Count: 3.3k Chapter Warnings: Smut - 18+ Only - Minors DNI, male masturbation, one night stand mentioned but not detailed, slow burn, grief, fluff

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The first week Steve took it slow, only texting you when you texted first or if he hadn’t heard from you at all. He’d taken your advice, balancing his time between preparing the team for another altercation with the Maximoff twins and finding out as much as he could about them. It was a welcome distraction from the lack of news on his hunt for the Winter Soldier. Natasha was the only one that seemed to notice that he would periodically glance at his watch or his phone and go quiet for a moment before getting back to work. When she finally cornered him, he felt like he should have seen it coming. Arms akimbo and eyebrow quirked, she called him out with no hesitation, “You’ve got a secret.”

“Don’t we all?” Steve could immediately feel the regret in challenging her, busying himself with packing up his bag to head to his room and shower after a long morning of training. Nat didn’t hesitate to follow suit, tagging along with her own bag as she took long strides to keep up with him, even slipping into the elevator before he could. “How’s the search for the Maximoff twins going?”

Nat stood in front of the panel before he could select a floor. “Who have you been texting? Finally ask that SHIELD agent out, Sharon, or is the moping about a certain fossil?” She raised an eyebrow, her fingers tapping her arm impatiently.

Sighing, Steve reached behind her and hit the button. “Neither. I’ve just got a lot on my plate.” Before she could make another snarky comment, he asked. “Clint went home. Did you check in on him?” Though he didn’t use the tone of encouraging her to mind her own business, as he respected the effort she was putting in to build their friendship, he couldn’t help but hope she’d drop the subject.

“Yeah, I’ve checked in. Clint’s good, just like Doc said he’d be. Cho’s kind of a genius and it’s a relief to know that there’s someone that can piece us mere mortals back together when we’re out there saving the world with you.” Steve nodded as he listened, like a captain listening to a report on one of his troops, but his shoulders went ridged with her comment about Dr. Cho. She reminded him too much of Tony and not enough of Dr. Erskine. Luckily, it went unnoticed as she stepped out of the elevator with him and they walked toward their rooms.

There weren’t many memories in Steve’s life, even before the serum, where things simply went black. Taking a beating from his brainwashed best friend was one of them. Steve could picture the metal arm pulling back, the sting of pain as the bones in his face shattered over and over, and could even recall the conversation between swings, but he knew there were moments that were just blank from the concussion- especially after Bucky pulled him from the water. The fading image of him walking away, the ache of being put onto a stretcher, the gentle touch of small hands on his swollen face as the hum of medical machinery tried to pull him back to reality. It didn’t happen for days, but there were moments when he could still hear her talking to him or someone else in the room and always gave his hand three small squeezes before saying her goodbyes.

Steve had been in his head, remembering the music that woke him up and Sam waiting there for him. They’d stopped at Steve’s door, closest to the elevator, and Natasha pretended not to notice how quiet he’d been until she finally added, “Clint’s probably going to take another week before coming back to work, but we’re going out for drinks tonight. Are you thinking about coming with us this time? Might help you clear your head.”

“I’ll think about it.” It was a surprisingly genuine response. He didn’t need to get drunk to have a good time with friends and knew Sam could use the break from hunting a ghost and was itching to see Nat again. There was no doubt in Steve’s mind that if he said yes that Kristen from Statistics would be there and he wasn’t going to open that door, let alone walk through it.

“Aren’t you full of surprises today.” With a slight smirk she kept walking toward her room, calling back, “We’re heading out at eight. Take a nap old guy.”

By the time he was alone in the shower, the idea of going out with the team seemed all the more appealing. Regardless of Natasha still trying to set him up with random colleagues. He was lonely and reaching one of those breaking points of needing to find some comfort to balance out a minute sense of normalcy to his bizarre life, be it good conversation or bad sex. The water cascaded down his toned body and he brushed away the beads of dew and bubbles of soap that trailed down the lines of his muscles before reaching for himself. A part of him that was still very much stuck in the 1940’s hated this need, always feeling some level of shame in finding comfort in the palm of his hand. Typically, these moods resulted in an act of non-sexual frustration, a stress reliever that was easiest to address with his fist and a punching bag.

He told himself that he wasn’t the kind of person to think of someone in particular that way during the solitary act. When he did ‘indulge’, his thoughts had always trailed back to the singular heated kiss with Peggy Carter. But now, with one arm on the tiled wall and the other stroking his length, Steve took an uncommonly slow pace and his mind went to the little things that he’d thought about over and over throughout the week. Small warm hands on his skin, her hand in his. How small would her hands look wrapped around him? How soft would she feel? The smell of her hair and the way she clung to him in a simple hug. Did she know how warm she felt as she held on so tightly to him? Steve gripped himself more tightly, strokes still slow and steady, as he worked out the loneliness with a twist of his wrist. Thoughts passing from little moments and his own stolen glances. The sound of her little hums when she was thinking or satisfied with a solution she’d come up with, how she always bit her lip when she was in a room full of people. Then there was the way she held her breath every time she managed to make eye contact with him as his hands moved over the lace panties she'd passed him to pack. Was she always wearing something like that under her scrubs? Did she do this, think about him getting off to the thought of her in them? The thought of the doctor slipping her hand between her thighs while she wore nothing but lace, scrolling through their messages, and thinking of him finished the soldier off. A long deep groan of her name echoed in the bathroom as he made a mess of the shower wall and floor.

Steve was panting, exhausted but satisfied, as the water washed all evidence down the drain. Slowly, he started to realize what he’d done, but the familiar weight of guilt couldn’t settle in as he realized he wanted something other than a past he couldn’t have. As he dried off, Steve tried to rationalize the thought away, they’d had a nice moment between two colleagues and she was undeniably pretty. It was easy for his mind to drift there, he thought, to think about someone who was naturally beautiful and kind when they were so wholly unaware of it. As he got dressed, Steve put a pin in it, telling himself that even if there was a little spark, she needed a friend. That thought alone seemed to settle the decision to go out or not for him. He chose to drag Sam along for Nat’s sake and make the most of it all.

Sam and Nat were hitting it off well, making Steve wonder what was really going on between her and Clint. The pair of them together had been a force and, despite not feeling ready to date- especially someone as modern as Lilian-with-a-lip-piercing from Accounting, he found himself heading out with her for the night. She was chatty and outgoing, and he found some relief in her questions about his past or job. It stopped him from having to open up on a deeper level when that wasn’t what they were doing. What they were doing was rough and exhausting. She was vocal about what she wanted; hair pulled, ass spanked, fast thrusts, and a firm no kissing rule. He obliged, getting his pleasure from the sounds of her own and his name on her lips, but by the third round she was exhausted and he was left thinking about how he’d never made love to a woman.

Slipping out of Lilian’s place with less awkwardness than he’d expected, Steve checked his phone. He still hadn’t heard from you all day, and it was 2 am in New York, which meant a new morning for you in Spain. He wondered if he should’ve asked Sam for an update on Bucky at the bar, but hesitated to reach out and ask at this hour. Despite socializing and the workout he’d just had, he was too in his head to go to sleep. Spinning his keys around his finger he found himself riding his bike over to the small, quiet apartment with books and a hungry fish.

As if you knew he’d turned up in your space, he heard his text tone just as he was screwing the top back onto the fish food. “I know you said that if I needed anything, to just ask. Probably didn’t expect a text this early and I’m guessing you’re probably asleep… this is so dumb and a big ask, but…” Steve stared at the screen, eyebrows drawn together as he wondered if the smartphone had eaten a text or had some feature that shortened longer messages that he didn’t know how to open. He watched the typing bubbles pop up again and waited, taking a seat at one of the two bar stools at your kitchen counter, the other containing a pile of your neatly stacked mail from the week. “I know I didn’t think I’d get through the goodbyes alone, but I managed. Thanks for the encouragement. It's everything else that I realized I just can’t do alone. The packing… all the pictures. There’s so many memories and I can’t take everything back to my place in New York- my place is just too small.”

Steve clicked the ‘call’ icon and waited for you to pick up on the other end. He thought about his mother’s funeral and how Bucky had been there for him, told him he knew he could manage alone but didn’t have to. His stomach twisted with emotion and then the call went to voicemail.

You didn’t expect him to see your panicked messages until later in the morning. You sat there, runny nose and bleary eyed, staring at the name on your screen. Five minutes, just staring, no text response, no new call- and then he was back, a FaceTime call this time. Pulling your hood over your head so he couldn’t see how disheveled you were, wiping your face on your sleeve, you answered with your face hidden mostly between your knees where you rested your chin and the hood. “I didn’t mean to wake you up.” The apology that excluded the ‘I’m sorry’ was still very obviously an apology.

“You didn’t.” You were unconvinced, his hair was a little mussed, clothes wrinkled. He could tell that it seemed like you hadn’t fully thought through what you were going to ask of him, so he offered up a different question.“What do you have left to do in Spain? We’ve managed to stay out of trouble over here, just for you.”

The soldier tried to study your expression, noticing the glimmer in your eyes that wasn’t just from the sunrise. “I have to pack up what I want to take home. I was thinking I could get a scanner and digitize the pictures, but I don’t know how long that will take.” You let out a puffed up sigh, “I don’t think I have the heart to sell the place, but I’m so bad at taking vacations that it seems like a waste to keep it.”

“Don’t sell it. If your gut is telling you to keep it, go with your gut. There are other options, AirBnB or renting it out.” You sniffled, burying your face further in your arms and legs, leaving Steve to stare at the view behind you. “I know I’m getting a sideways view here, but it looks really beautiful.”

That managed to squeeze a small smile out of you as you nodded and turned the phone toward the balcony to give yourself a moment to wipe away the tears and snot once more. “Yeah, under any other circumstances it would be a proverbial paradise. You probably need a vacation more than me.”

“You’re probably right.” Steve laughed softly, trying to coax you out of what looked like the tail end of a lot of crying. “Send me the location, I’m curious what’s around the place.”

With a long hum you sent him your location. “Not going to send Stark tech to stalk me, are you?”

“I’m sure if Tony wanted to keep tabs on you he was already doing it.” Steve clicked on the marker and looked around the place, its stone streets and little shops. “Doesn’t look like there’s any modern shops, as cute as all these little places are. Where are you going to find what you need to scan the pictures?”

“Oh, I hadn’t thought that far ahead. Just using my phone’s camera, I guess.” You looked at him as you watched the colors reflect off his face, blues and greens that mirrored the same flecks of color in his eyes. He probably didn’t even realize how beautiful he could look just staring at a phone. You relaxed a little, having someone to talk to for the first time in a week and let out a quiet yawn. “Is 8 am too early for a nap?”

Steve laughed and your face ached as you nearly smiled again. He bit his bottom lip, tempted to tell you that it was nice to see you smiling when he knew your heart was hurting, but he could already hear how cheesy it sounded and instead, chose banter. “Is 2 am too early to still be awake?”

“Go to bed. You know the second that you all even think you know where the twins are you’ll be on a Quinjet to find them. You can’t be pulling all nighters, even if you’re a super soldier. Doctor’s orders.” You added with a small smirk.

“Even if I headed back to the Tower this very minute, I bet I’d still beat Nat back. I think she left the bar with my friend, Sam.”

You knew Sam, just a little from one brief patch up. He had the same charm Steve had, clever and driven. “Nat and Sam? Good for her. He seems like a great guy and he could keep her on her toes.” With his phone so close to his face you couldn’t help but wonder, “Wait, it’s too quiet for you to be at a bar. Steven Grant Rogers, are you FaceTiming me from the bathroom of an O.N.S.?”

A part of you wanted to laugh, the thought of Steve just sleeping with some random person from a bar. Another part of you, the one that had a hint of a crush on the sweet guy who helped you when you were desperately in need of a friend, felt a pang of jealousy. “I’m not sure what an O.N.S. is, but I’m actually at yours feeding your nameless fish and named plants. You really got to figure out a name for him before I do.”

Somehow, a smile found your face, this big hero wanting to name a fish and zipping over to your place to feed him at 2 am. “If you’re too tired to head back to the tower, you can crash at my place. It’s late, you look like you could fall asleep at any moment. The bed’s clean, towels are in the bathroom cabinet, and coffee and it’s fixings are right over the pot. I’m not fancy enough for a Keurig, sorry.”

You watched him stop scrolling, his eyes meeting yours as you rambled. He didn’t look tired, he looked disheveled but perfect, as always, but it was cute to see him try to flatten out his hair nevertheless. “You forgot about the books.”

“I thought that was a given.” You stuck your tongue out before yawning one more time. “I’m serious though, best to stay off the road if you’re tired. Besides, the bills are paid even though no one’s there to use anything. I’ll probably be gone another week.”

Steve sighed, not in some defeatist way of you being right but, to your surprise at the mention of how much longer you would be gone, “One more week…”

“Feels like I’ve been gone for months.” You looked away, eyes stinging as the weight of your reality settled on your shoulders again. There was no one left in this world to actually miss you. The truth was that despite being in this beautiful place, you couldn’t help but feel all the more hollow and alone in it. If it wasn’t for the little check ins you would’ve never managed to drag yourself through the house, to the lawyers, or out to the shops to eat. “I’m not texting you too much am I?”

“Not at all.” He replied quickly, then worried it might have been too fast. He could tell you were off somewhere else, wondering if you heard him or if it even mattered. The way you clung to him just a few feet away from where he currently sat, a tight hug now in the forefront of his mind. Before he knew what he was saying, the thought spilled out. “I wish I could give you another hug. I know it’s not easy to do this alone.”

The confession choked you up, sniffling you nodded, “I wish you were here to give me a hug too. A1 hug game, big guy.” Despite the tacked on joke, tears silently spilled from your cheeks and you were eager to get off the phone so he didn’t have to hear the incoming wave of heavy breathless weeping. “Get some sleep, Steve. I’ll keep texting signs of life.”

He nodded, eyebrows knit together with concern and curiosity, “We’ll catch up soon, darling. Goodnight.”

Steve took you up on the offer, showering and climbing into your bed somewhere around 3 am with one of the other books that had been stacked on your bedside table. He hardly comprehended a single word, replaying the conversation as he drifted into a heavy sleep, overwhelmed by the sense of happiness in just seeing your face through a screen as he was surrounded by the comforting scent of you. For the first time since seeing Bucky, he didn’t dream of his best friend falling off the train or the dance he never had.

A/N: Thank you for reading! I would love feedback from you. Do you think these two miss each other? Are they crushing or just some horny adults? We shall see, we shall see!

Also, if it wasn’t obvious: In this house we stan bisexual Cap and ship Sam x Nat over Bruce x Nat.

As my followers know I have an obscenely demanding job, but I always try my best to keep you posted on if there will be a delay in a chapter posting. This series should be posting every Sunday until it finishes. Also, while I do keep Reader vague, I’m a Latina writer and I write fics I want to read.

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sylviegirlfriend · 3 years

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A little more about requests...

Hey! To finish the posts for today I’m gonna give you guys more information about what/who i write or not here...

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Pietro Maximoff (only MCU’s Pietro, not X-Men)

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So, as I always say, the requests are open! You can ask or write on the comments on my recent posts!

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"Likho"

Peter Parker x Anti-hero!Reader

General audiences

Warnings: None

Part of the MERCY SERIES

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"Clint"

"No" The archer raised his hand, halting whatever words were about to leave the Captain's mouth, "Not another fucking word, Wilson. Or I'm not responsable for my actions"

"Barton..."

"You! You especially don't get to talk" He pointed his finger at Bucky, taking a step towards him, eyes full of barely contained rage, "You were supposed to take care of her! You're her fucking father, you were supposed to protect her! Instead of that she dies, and fucking comes back! And then, as if all of that wasn't enough, she loses her fucking memory?!! I should have never told Fury. I should have never let her come here!"

"You're right!" Bucky yelled back, startling everyone in the room with his admittance, "I agree with everything you say! I fail her! I failed her, and I failed Natalia and I couldn't give two shits about you, but I failed you too!"

The winter soldier seemed to deflate before their eyes, all the fight gone from him as he let himself fall on a chair,

"She's my daughter, Barton" There was a catch on Bucky's voice when he spoke again, "and she is probably better off without me... But I need her. I need to know she is ok, I just- I need your help"

Clint sigh. He wasn't about to apologise, but he understood. Hell, if Lila were the one missing, he knew he would want the soldier by his side.

"Look" He offered, coming closer to the table and picking up one of the blurry pictures there, "If, and that's a big if, she really went to Nat's family for help, this is your best shot: Yelena Belova. She was the one Nat trusted the most"

Sam hurried to find the right paper amongst the mess of files they had on the table.

"Our contact on the CIA said she was last seen in Barcelona, a couple days ago..." He finally found it, "Here! In the company of three unidentified elements, two males and a female"

"Is your contact trustworthy?"

"Sharon? She is a Carter. She's as honorable as they get"

Clint made a noncommittal sound.

"No details about her company?"

"Unidentified the three of them"

Bucky took the report from Sam's hand, reading it.

"The other female is suspected to be Ava Orlova, and the recount of a witness states one of them was refered to as Likho..."

Clint shook his head,

"They're wrong. Ava Orlova is dead. She died in Istanbul, years ago."

"Istanbul? You mean the Somorodov case? That was Alexei, Natasha's little brother" Sam still remembered the somber day, the ceremony when they put his name on S.H.I.E.L.D's Wall of Valor.

"Alexei Romanov is still alive, I saw him with my own eyes" Clint insisted, "The only one to die that night was the girl, Ava."

"So... Nat lied?"

"To help her brother pass under the radar?" Bucky shrugged, "That sounds very much like her"

"And he took an Alias" Sam nodded, it was all starting to make sense, "Liho, like her sisters cat"

Both Barton and Barnes raised their heads to that.

"A cat?"

"Yeah, she was always talking about that thing" He smiled at the memory, "Always going on about how we needed to wrap up the mission quickly, so she could go home and feed it"

Clint and Bucky exchanged a look.

"What?" Sam was really starting to feel like he was missing something.

"Wilson... Natalia was allergic to cats"

The captain rolled his eyes. Of course she was.

"Wait, does this mean?"

"That's her"

"And the other two must be Alexei and Peter" Confirmed Clint, "We found them"

To be continued...

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randomsevans · 4 years

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The habit

Steve Roger's x reader

For @jtargaryen18 #30daysofchris2020

Summary: your habit is hard to break , it's too addicting, one more time couldn't possibly hurt. Could it ?

You shouldn't be doing this again. You really shouldn't . Your just gonna get hurt in the long run . But what one more night going to do ? One last time you keep repeating to yourself . Its what you keep remaining yourself as you pull your sheets over and swing your legs around to touch the cold floor panels thanks to the chilly night .its what you repeat to your self as you open your bedroom door and make your way down the hall , to steve bedroom.

It's become a bad habit and you know what they say about habits there hard to break . A habit you know you shouldn't have . A habit you know is going to hurt you one day. It's just like you to catch feeling. But you couldn't help it ,its Steve and those so blue ocean eyes how could you not . This 'habit ' of going to steve bedroom began months ago when you let your friendship get out of hand one night. This 'habit ' usual involed either just sleep in Steve's warmth that you can never get enough of . Or not sleeping as much .

You know it was foolish risking your friendship . But nothing has seem to change for this 'habit ' . Apart from the fact you are falling and cant seem to stop . Even tho it is probably one side . But it might not be , why would he just let you come into his room if he didnt have feeling for you ,? This is an agreement you have had many nights by your self.

Your thoughts quickly stop , as you realise you are finally at your destination. In front of steve door . You were about to knock like you always do until you hurt some weird noise . Sounds that shouldn't come out of Steve room , well at least when your not in there .

'Maybe its coming from another room ?'

'Maybe it's from a tv ?'

You decide it was nothing and knock the door anymore . And the noise suddenly stopped. Dead silence you till your head in confusion.

While you hear a door open , it's not the one infrount of you , you turn around to see bucky come out of his room , with his eyes closed .

"Oh thank god , they final stop ,i was about to knock the door " he final open his eyes and there automatically widen .

"Y/n wh... what are you doing out here ?" He whispered , "should you .. you know " he pointed at the door "be in there with Steve?" He questioned just as confused as you .

'He must of know about you and steve ?'

A blush creep your cheeks "I was .... just about t..."

He cut you short .

"Ohhh ..." he paused and your saw his lips move you could of swear his months 'you stuiped montherfuker Roger's 'this only confused you more .

' doll why dont you come in my room for 5 minutes " you tilt your head confution .

"Why ?" You giggles. He just gave you a sad glance and reached a hand out for you , "please ?"

It was then you heard the door behind you . Steve's bedroom door . You glance at Bucky who just shakes his head , you just chuckle nervously, not understanding a thing. Until you turn your head towards steve door. Expecting to see steve in his usual night attire. But instead Sharon with a robe around her . Her hair messed up and neck flushed with little bruises.

You heart sank.

Chest tighted .

"Yes ?" She questioned quite impatiently as if in a rush to return to her activities .

You couldn't move, you couldn't speak. You just stared at the ground in embarrassment .

"Ummm I just wanted you two to keep it down " Bucky came and stood next to and put and arm around your waist. Allowing you to took your head in his shoulder .

"Oh sorry I'll tell Steve then " she giggles putting her hand infrount of her mouth.

"Thanks me and y/n will be going now " James turns you to around and head into his room . Fully knowing you shouldn't be by your self right now.

"You and y/n in same room , I didnt know you to were to..." sharon was beginning to question.

"We are just heading bed now Sharon , we couldn't sleep cuz of you two so if you dont mind keeping it down ?"

"Sure !"

It was at this point James had pushed into his bedroom while he was still outside and shut the door . This left you more confused until you head futher mumbles and then followed by laughter . You know that laugh anywhere the only man you had allow your self to fall for . 'Stuiped stuiped you ' Steve was outside now . Then you heard Buckys uncomfortable laugh and goodnight.

You could only make out the blurry shapes as, James door closed and came up next to you and wrapped his armes around you , this allowed you to face his chest . And finally let the tears fall .

Bucky began to rub your back repeating the same things " I'm so sorry " " his an idiot " " oh forget about him " " it's okay " " it's all gonna be okay " "he didnt see you " " I'm so sorry " "you are nothing compared to Carter " "now come on l/n you dont deserve this , he will soon realise "

You couldn't help the loud snob and your chest began to loosen .

"James what's going on ?"

You turned your head towards James bed and notice a redhead . No other then Natasha. God if this night couldn't get any more embarrassing.

Bucky leaves your side and goes over to Nat .

"Well , Steve has just made the biggest mistake of his life " Bucky chuckled going of to Nat .

Nat shoot up noticing you and your tears "y/n!" Then she goes full momma bear "what the fuck has he done our peach " you could she her shaking with anger . 'Peach ' is the nick name she gave you on your first day and stuck ever since .

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You sat at the kitchen isle along with Nat , Bucky , Tony and Sam other was still asleep or working out . After along night of crying and explaining your 'habit " with Nat and Bucky (which they already figured out) you was emotional and physical drained .

You were eating your bowl of cereal in silence, when you drop your spoon into the still full bowl , making the milk splash around you. Being everyone attention to you and then followed you eye line towards steve and sharon who had walk in together hand in hand.

Your chest tighten 'so it wasnt just one time mistake ' you felt the tears threaten to make another appearance you dont understand how , you just assumed that you were all dried up. Bucky was shaking his head , while Nat looked pissed as . Bucky placed a hand on her arm to keep her seated .

"Morning all " steve said .

"Morning " said in unison but it was of putting and out of tone . As you whisper and Nat snapped.

"Oh my , oh my, what do we have hear ?" Tony shouted with excitement walking towards steve and Sharon who were sharing a disgusting wide smile. "Does the Captain final have a girlfriend?" He joked laughing.

"Actual yes !" Steve said happily making everyone stop , including your heart.

"What !" Buckh finally snapped .

"Me and sharon " steve smile only widen bring his and Sharon hands up.

"How long?" Nat bark .

"Nearly a month " sharon spoke up .

'What !' You mentally shouted , that why hes been so distance. But he still allowed you in his bed . Now it all came clear . He didnt have feeling for you, like you did . He just thought you needed comforting.

"Well this is good new " Tony shouted "isn't everyone "

"Yeah " " sure " congrats " was shared around. While you just nodded holding back the waterfall and trying to remember how to breath. As Nat only glared in anger and turned to you and Bucky , who both said in unions "he just made the biggest fuckin mistake of his life " they whisper yelled .it made you chuckle about , no wonder there a couple , there the female and Male version of each other.

In the corner of your eye you saw Steve and Sharon make there way towards you. But just in the nick of time time Buck stands in between you and Steve .leaving Rogers only to frown .

"Come on y/n we got training to do " bucky said and you nodded in agreement and stood up from your stool and began to walk with nat to the training room

"But me and her usually tra....."Steve began almost saying it as if he was distracted. Bucky just turned around and ignored him , heading towards you and Nat . Leaving Steve looking towards that direction confused.

One things for sure ,the habit is broken.

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Looking For a Heartbeat (24/26)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader

Series Summary: You and Bucky used to be in a relationship. Feelings were hurt, you left. It’s been two years and you’re back. You both will handle the reunion well, won’t you?

Word Count: 3K+

Warnings for this chapter: angst, kidnapping.

A/N: Thank you @suz-123 for being so amazing. Next chapter will be the hardest one to write, I can tell, so bear with my slow ass writer, please! And thank you for you all being so amazing, I’ve received so much love last chapter, I’m sorry I couldn’t reblog every feedback adding a comment of my own, but I do read all the messages, more than once, of course. Love you. Links are messing up posts, you can find the masterlist link on my description.

You’re breathing.

You know you are because of the sound of air filling your lungs through your nose and Natasha furiously typing beside you are the only two noises reaching your ears. There’s no other sound on the tower’s control room at 4 in the morning.

Lifting your gaze from your stubbornly trembling hands on your lap, you see the same devastation devouring your insides plastered on the expressions of every single occupant of the round table. Wanda, Vision, Thor and… Bucky. The incredible pain already consuming you pangs in your chest harder at the sight of him right in front of you. His hands are tightened against each other over the table as his head hang low and his locks hides his face from you. You keep your eyes on him as if this way you would make him somehow look back at you. You need to see it. If you can see hope in his eyes maybe … maybe it would be easier for you to hold on to it. You need to hold on to it. To anything…

Summer...

Your baby girl.

Your whole world.

“Fuck… Godammit!” Beside Bucky, Tony curses, working energetically on screens popping on the air, trying to fix FRIDAY - who has been hacked - while Natasha silently aims a furrowed stare at her laptop screen and types, searching for any clues of where your daughter might be.

By the way, every single one of you refuses to leave the room before any directions of where Summer might be. Sam and Steve are not there because they’re dealing with the necessary procedures to put Dr. Nadine into SHIELD’S custody and moving her kids to a safety program from the same organization.

After you, Bucky and the whole team almost put the entire building down and didn’t find Summer - the worst feeling you’ve ever felt in your life, as if some part of you, your own heart, dammit, had been taken away from you - the team brought every guest from the party and everyone that had something to do with you, Bucky and Summer back to the tower to be interrogated. Damn the late hour, damn with the inconvenience. Summer was missing, your little sun. The whole team’s little sun.

It took two words from Nat and just the sight of Wanda for Dr. Nadine to spill the beans. She confessed they had been blackmailing her. HYDRA. They threatened her two kids and, in exchange for their safety, she had been giving information to them. About Summer. As it turns out, despite the fact she had been telling you and Bucky there was no way to find out how the Serum would affect her yet, she knew it exactly. By following the development of her cells she knew Summer would grow with a super physical strength and abnormal brain activity, what would without doubt give her an unusual intelligence and heightened senses. She’s been telling this and everything about Summer’s health and routine to HYDRA and Zemo, as she also said she heard met him in one of her latest encounters with them.

It took every ounce of your strength for you to not just jump on her and strangle the doctor to death. As for Bucky, it took a God, a Super Soldier and an extraordinary being with an infinity stone on his forehead to hold him back. At some point you might even be able to understand her motives. Her family was in danger and it was HYDRA, after all, but she could have reached out for you, for SHIELD, anyone. You would have surely kept her and her family safe. But right now, you’re thankful Steve and Sam acted quickly on contacting Fury and arranging everything to take her far away from you. All you think about is to just rip her head off along with everyone else who even thought about touching Summer. You trusted her. You trusted her with your kid’s life, the biggest love of your life...Your baby. Your precious innocent baby has been in danger this whole time because of her.

The thud of the door opening makes you jump in your seat and you promptly stand up when Sam and Steve step into the room being followed closely by Sharon Carter. The harsh scowl on her face softens when her gaze crosses yours and she makes a beeline towards you, enveloping your body in a tight embrace.

“We’re gonna get her back, my friend,” She whispers softly in yours ear.

Your jaw clenches to hold back the sob threatening to come out and you hold her back harder. You haven’t cried yet, nor Bucky, and you don’t know you can stop if you start. But right now, you have time for none of that, you need to stand strong and focused to get your baby back.

“Do you have any news?” Thor and Tony ask in unison.

Stepping away from the embrace, you turn around to see everyone standing up like you, eyes trained on Sharon. Everyone but Bucky, who remains stoically staring down at his hands. You breathe in deeply, before focusing back on Sharon. You need anything she might have to tell you right now.

You and Sharon have been good friends ever since childhood, since your grandfather and her aunt, Peggy, were partners at SHIELD. Now, she’s the new Task Force Commander of the Joint Counter Terrorist Center, where Zemo was being kept. Her presence here means she has news about him and, therefore, about Summer.

She nods after the scowl comes back to her face and steps to the center of the table as everyone keeps their attention fixated on her. Even Tony and Nat stop what they are doing to listen to her. You heart beats in a frantic rhythm against your chest as, from her watch – courtesy of Tony Stark – an image pops up to the air with a male figure on it.

“This is Agent Ivan Reed. He used to be in charge of Zemo’s custody and, as we found out tonight, he’s also a HYDRA rat.” Her tone is bitter as her jaw clenches. “What we know so far is HYDRA has been communicating with Zemo through him and, with their help, Zemo has been putting together a new organization, a group, actually. They’ve been calling themselves Masters of Evil,” Sharon rolls her eyes and scoffs at the stupidity of the name. “We don’t know for sure yet, but it seems like there’s a few enhanced people among the group and, when they found out about Summer,” Her eyes drop to yours apologetically as her voice softens, “They reached out for her doctor and started threatening their family in exchange of information on her development and her routine, as you all already know.”

Yes, you already knew they were interested in Summer somehow, but listening to it again, how all this time your baby has been in danger punches the air out of your lungs. You glance at Bucky, but when he doesn’t show any sign to you, besides the clenched fists on the table, you turn back to Sharon.

“The idea was to build a new super soldier. One that would be raised and programmed entirely by them and therefore they could control completely. When the Doctor confirmed Bucky’s DNA would have the effect they expected on her, they decided her first birthday would create the proper distraction to,” Sharon pauses, taking in some air before continuing, “to take her.”

The sound of wood cracking makes you jump before you turn towards the sound and spot Bucky’s clenched fist deep into a whole on the table’s surface. This makes all heads snap to him, but no one says anything or move to his direction. No one dares to.

“Any idea of where they might’ve taken her?” You ask Sharon and, despite your efforts, your voice comes out shaky and you hate it. You fucking hate it as you brace yourself to keep standing up.

“This Ivan Reed, Lady Carter, has he said anything about the little Sun’s whereabouts? I can go and have a chat with him if you allow me so,” Lighting sparks run through Thor’s fingers as his thundering and dangerously low voice fills up the room.

“He’s a scumbag,” Sharon answers sharply, turning off the image coming out of her watch, “Believe me, nothing would give me more pleasure than arranging a chat between you two, Thor... but we tried everything. We really did,” She addresses a reassuring look at you, “It seems like… he really doesn’t know.” She shrugs as defeat sweeps into her voice.

A line of angry and frustrated curses resounds through the room as you keep silently looking at Sharon, as if pleading her for saying anything else that could give you hope.

“This group, these Masters of Evil, they’re a whole new organization, but HYDRA is backing them up. We’ve been monitoring HYDRA and we believed we had all their facilities down, but… they’re just fucking everywhere.” She stops and bites on her lips, a nervous tick she rarely lets slip, “But maybe… if someone who knows them, deeply, ….maybe… we…” Sharon tentatively tries to say but doesn’t finish.

She doesn’t have to as silence falls into the room. You know what she means, or else, you know who she means. You swallow, slowly nodding at yourself before you walk to Bucky, where he remained seated and quiet all this time. Getting close, you crouch beside him, supporting yourself with an arm over the table. You can see how hard he’s fighting to breathe as his chest move up and down. “Bucky… can you… can you think of a place where they might’ve taken her?”

It’s an unfair question. You know that. He’s been out of their grasp for so long and he was never really him when he was there. Not really. It’s unlikely he remembers anything, let alone something as specific as this. Besides, it’s completely unfair to put this incredibly heavy weight on his shoulders, but you must try. You just have to.

Without looking at you, he shakes his head no, “I don’t know.” He answers plainly and you finally hear his voice again after his outburst against Dr. Nadine.

“If they…” You lick your lips, “If they want her because of her enhancement, maybe they won’t hurt her.” You hold on to this thought, “They’ll probably keep her somewhere… somewhere they can… they can learn more about her.” The words come out in a struggle, “Think, Bucky, it might be a place you’ve been before…” You try, pleading with him, “It’s Summer… our baby daughter. We gotta bring her back, Bucky. We gotta protect her-”

“Don’t you think I know that?” He shouts and, as he snaps at your direction, his devastated pained expression startles you. The chair scratches against the floor with the force he uses to swiftly get up, making you stand up promptly, too. “It’s my daughter, my baby. Don’t you think I know it’s my job to protect her, a job I was terrible at, by the way? And no, I can’t think of a fucking place where they might’ve taken her.” He storms out as fast and as he blurts his words out.

You keep staring at the door he had just slammed, the loud thud cutting through the dead silence that has taken over the room. You’re lost. You’re completely lost. When you move to go after him, Steve gently puts a hand on your arm,

“Let me,” His tightens his lips at you.

You don’t have the strength to disagree and after he leaves, your legs finally crumble making your body drop to the nearest chair. You can’t hold back anymore and the loud sobs start to slip out of you in a violent rush. You don’t want to cry, you don’t. You have succeeded in holding it back so far... What a useless mother you are who, instead of finding your daughter, just keep crying there sitting on a chair. How is that going to help your little baby. You need to be strong. You need to think clearly.

Gentle hands cover yours over your lap as Wanda and Sam kneel on each side of you.

“My baby, my little baby.” You sob, “What if she woke up, Wan? What if she’s scared because she can’t see me or Bucky. She doesn’t even have her little unicorn… she’ll be so scared.” Your vision is blurred with tears as you utter your voice out between loud sobs, “What if she’s hungry. I always nurse her as soon as she wakes up and I’m not there with her. What if they… what if they hurt her…”

“No, honey, that won’t happen,” Wanda holds your hand strongly and a wave, a peaceful feeling, rushes its way into your chest. But not enough to completely calm you down.

“You said it yourself, hurting her it’s not what they want.” Sam argues.

“What if I don’t get to find her? Oh my god,” Your stomach lurches and you let go of Sam’s hand to cover your mouth, holding back the strong will of throwing up at the mere thought.

“Hey, hey.” Tony crouches in front of you. “That’s not going to happen. Do you see this team over here.” Tony waves around and you then realize the concerned faces of the whole group hovering you. “We won’t stop before we get our little sun back. We may have fucked up by not seeing it coming,” Tony bites his cheek, you know he feels guilty because of FRIDAY being hacked. “But her aunts and uncles are the best in the galaxy and most importantly her momma and dada are the best. We’ll bring her back. No scratch on her. And I pity whoever comes between us.”

You take in a shuddering breath, trying to make your breathing even as you start to feel a bit better. He’s right. You know none of them will rest before Summer is safe. They all have been working non stop the whole night. They love her. Truly love her. And will do whatever it takes to bring her back. You only wish none of this were happening to your baby.

“Ok,” You nod as the weak sound comes out of your lips.

“Why don’t you go rest a bit, I can go with you.” Wanda offers.

“No,” You shake your head fast, “I’m gonna stay right here.”

You feel the comfort of Nat’s hand on your shoulder. “Honey, go. It’s been one hell of a night. We got this. Anything and we call you, right away. Just a few minutes.” She squeezes your shoulder, “Go wash your face, lay down a bit. It’s been too much… Just a few minutes - an hour tops- and you come back. We’re not going anywhere. Please.”

You ponder the thought for a minute. You actually haven’t been of much help so far, you need to get it together for you baby… all for her. Reluctantly, you agree. Just a bit and you’ll come back and you’ll find her.

~~~

After you wash your face and drink gallons of water, Wanda offers to prep an omelet for you. Having no strength in you to argue, you accept it even if the slight glance at food makes your stomach cold. As she works on the kitchen you go to Summer’s room.

The sight of the old unicorn – her favorite toy – forgotten on her crib brings tears to your eyes again. You take it in your hands and hold it strongly against your chest as you sit on an armchair. God, you hope she’s alright.

You hope Bucky is alright, too. You hope Steve was able to comfort him at least a little bit…

“Hey?”

As in line with your thought you turn at the voice to see him standing by the door. He seems agitated, alright, but you spot something in his eyes you’ve been dying to see the whole night. Hope.

“There might be a place.” He nods and licks his lips.

“Let’s go.” You don’t think twice before getting up from the chair and rushing towards the door. As you move to pass by him, he places his hand on your elbow.

“I’m sorry…” He says firmly, not averting his eyes for even a second, “For yelling, I…

“Don’t.” You say softly, shaking your head as his eyebrows furrow. “I know. I know.” You cover his hand on your elbow with yours. You do know. Only the two of you are able to understand the deep pain you’re both sharing now.

His sigh is deep and shaky before he gives you a tight smile.

“Come on.” You urge, not wanting to waste another second when you have the chance of saving your baby.

~~~

The team splits in two. You, Bucky, Steve and Wanda go on the smaller jet, as Thor, Tony, Sam and Vision go on the bigger one. Tony keeps working on FRIDAY on the way as Nat and Sharon stay behind, searching for new intel, in case Bucky’s lead is wrong and something else comes up.

Your heart pounds as you take a seat beside Bucky. You might be so close to finding her.

He watches as you place the little stuffed unicorn in your lap. Seconds after, his metal hand finds yours and you look at him as you let your fingers intertwine with his. That little sparkle of hope you saw in his eyes moments ago on Summer’s room grows into a fire in your chest. You’re together in this and you’re stronger. Stronger enough to go get your baby.

“We’re gonna bring her back.” You tell him, gripping on his hand for dear life. You always found the touch of the metal on his hand somehow reassuring. You always felt safe with it, because it’s him. Your rock, your strength. Your love. This time is no different.

“I know.” He nods, squeezing your hand back and allowing a small smile to form on his face, “There’s no other option.”

You believe him.

“There’s no other option.” You nod, smiling back at him.

~~~~

Ch. 25 coming soon.

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coco96 · 4 years

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LDAF - MCU Other

Scott Lang/Antman

Dating Tips (Scott Lang X Reader) Request: Scott Lang being a cute bean and really liking the Reader, he hasn’t been in a relationship in a while and his daughter gives him these typical date-tips (she probably saw these in movies) and Scott actually using them …

Domestic Time (Team Cap X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Civil War Request: ... soft, fluffy, domestic fic with team cap after civil war (Steve, Bucky, Sam, Wanda, Nat, Clint, Vision, Scott) where the reader is a new addition and she’s just making sure that everyone is okay and that what they did was the right thing and that it’ll all work out ...

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Sam Wilson/Falcon

Afterwork Cuddles (Sam Wilson X Reader) Request: … where it’s just them coming back from mission and cuddling on the couch until they fall asleep? And like, SUPER fluffy …

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Sharon Carter/Agent 13

One Big Puppy (Sharon Carter X Fem!Reader) Request: … Sharon (who’s joined the avengers at this point) has a girlfriend who REALLY wants to get a puppy and is high-key short. Sharon low-key wants one too but wants to make sure that they can properly take care of it, so it seems like she doesn’t want one. ...

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Harley Keener

Keeping It Together (Harley Keener X Stark!Reader) Warnings: Spoilers of Endgame, mourning Request: Hi could I request a tony stark x daughter!reader / harley keener x reader , where she has to see her dad die in endgame and how she copes with it after. More so how she doesn’t cope with it. Super angsty and sad?

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Pietro Maximoff/Quicksilver

Calm Time (Pietro X Fem!Reader) Requests: ... reader grew up with 3 brothers so she knows how to deal with pietro and he kinda fall in love with her? thank you x

Passing The Test. (Pietro X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Death threats, unplanned pregnancy, minor violence. Request: … reader being Tony´s sister. She dates Pietro for a long time and gets pregnant, and the avengers find out (exept tony) and their reaction, and at the end Tony realize because of her tummy and wants to kill pietro but at the end he is proud …

How Do You Ask? (Pietro X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Mention of sex and mild swearing Request: … She is dating Pietro and he wants to take their relationship to the next level (have sex), as she is super nervous go to ask the other older avengers for tips to be more cool when it happens, which lead to the avengers freaking out telling her that she is still too young and confronting Pietro about leaving reader alone …

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Brock Rumlow/Crossbones

Home Early (Rumlow X Daughter!Reader) Warnings: Swearing, fighting Request: ... He kept her away from his work in hydra and they don’t even know she exists. But one day while she was supposed to be in school he has the winter soldier at his house between missions. Being the typical teenager she is she just walks in the room and sees them. ...

Being the daughter of Maria Hill and Brock Rumlow would include… Request: Being the daughter of Maria Hill and Rumlow would include ...

Brock Rumlow having a crush on you would include…

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Maria Hill

Being the daughter of Maria Hill and Brock Rumlow would include… Request: Being the daughter of Maria Hill and Rumlow would include ...

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T’Challa/Black Panther

Happy Anniversary (T’Challa X Wife!Reader) Request: Being T'Challa’s princess? …

Being T’Challa and Nakia’s Daughter and Being Best Friends with Bucky and Wanda’s Daughter Would Include…

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Shuri

Sisterly Assistance (Bucky X Male!Reader) Request: ... Reader is older than Shuri but younger than T’Chala… He was taking care of Bucky with Shuri, and developed a crush on the White Wolf… He decides to tell Shuri about it and she plays match maker with them, because she knows that Bucky likes her brother, too…

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Stephen Strange/Dr. Strange

Staying Up (Dr Strange X Fem!Reader) *PLATONIC Request: Dr Strange as a mentor , with an apprentice reader who wants to earn his approval so bad she stays up nights in the libary learning. He realizes this because his cape tries to warm her and vanishes each night to do so?

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Meaningful Talk (MJ X Male!Reader) Warnings: Mention of violence Request: MJ x male reader with them cuddling and having a meaningful talk

Prom Date (MJ X Male!Reader) Request: Could you do a MJ(zendaya) x male reader where she introduces the reader and everyone’s astonished that she’s in a relationship

Mirror Image (MJ X Twin!Reader) Request: … Peter sees MJ’s twin (Y/N) and mistakes her identify and leaves embrasssed after declaring she looks prettier today…After feeling embrasssed he walks into the real MJ and MJ bring the snarky person we love, explains why Peter was distracted and later on Peter realizes she has a twin …

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Vision

Singing and Cooking (Vision X Fem!Reader) Request: ... reader always sings and plays the guitar while Vision is cooking. Sometimes he stares at her because he can’t sort out what he’s feeling. One day she catches him and asks what’s wrong and he kind of confess his love to her? ...

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Nakia

Being T’Challa and Nakia’s Daughter and Being Best Friends with Bucky and Wanda’s Daughter Would Include…

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Carol Danvers/Captain Marvel

Natasha’s Brother (Carol Danvers X Male!Reader) Warnings: Mention of trauma, mild swearing Request: ... reader is Natasha sibling and a formidable fight so Carol likes to spar with the reader and they both spend ours sparring because reader doesn’t fight fair like Carol and it’s always ends up in them with teasing each other before the reader makes a move.

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I Won’t Say: Chapter Eight

-The Truth-

Summary: Ellaria Stark is the daughter of a king. When she is unwittingly betrothed to the King of a neighboring city, she isn’t sure how to feel. More importantly, she isn’t sure how the King will feel if he finds out the truth about her.

Pairing: James Barnes x OFC, Ellaria Stark. (Stark!Reader.)

Warnings: Royal!AU, ANGST, mentions of kidnapping, small male on female violence, general calamity

A/N: THE SECRET IS REVEALED. Oh man, yall. This is just the set up for the big drama in the next chapter, but it DRAMATIC nonetheless.

James threw his desk chair at the wall with such force, it shattered like glass. His hand—the flesh one, was bruised and bloodied from striking his oak bed posts over and over.

The anger coursing though his veins ate at his heart like a poison.

How could this be happening?

A woman he’d trusted and allowed into his home—and heart, had turned out to be a thief and a liar.

The notion vexed James enormously. Ellaria was so kind, and true. Though her temper was one that could rival his own, he knew her heart was double—no, triple the size of his.

James couldn’t stop seeing her eyes. How happy they’d been to see him, and how frightened they were when he tore her dress so violently. He hadn’t meant to put his hands on her in that way, and even now in his rage, he regretted it.

He was embarrassed and ashamed and felt a fool.

The study doors creaked open swiftly, without so much as a knock. “Your Majesty.” Steve called.

“Not now, Steve. For God’s sake, not now.” James pleaded, running his hands down his face.

“Bucky, you need to hear this.”

The King looked to his friend, and took in his appearance. Steve was irate—this man was ordinarily level headed and rational, so the sight before him worried James more than he cared to admit.

“Bring her in.” Steve called into the hall.

Suddenly, Sharon walked through his door. Her hands were shackled and Sam was right on her heels.

“What are you doing, Steve?!” Bucky called in horror.

Sam pushed Sharon down to her knees. “Speak, coward. Now.”

Sharon refused. She simply smiled at the King; a delusional, alarming sort of grin.

“One of you had better start talking...” James warned.

“Ellaria is innocent, James.” Steve said. “The events that transpired this evening were entirely Miss Carters doing.”

“Majesty, look,” Sam reached out, handing him the letter found in your room. “It is written in this snake’s hand. She’s conspired to destroy your betrothal to Ellaria.”

As Bucky’s eyes skimmed the page, he felt a boulder drop to his stomach. A forgery; a letter given to the Princess to lull her into contentment.

“The broach,” he seethed, “how did you get it?”

Sharon again stayed silent, keeping her gaze locked on the King’s feet.

“I believe when you dined with Ellaria, she’d snuck into your parent’s quarters. The Princess had noticed the East Wing lock was unlatched, and she wanted to alert you immediately. I told her it was the maids, as I surely never thought something like this could happen.” Steve said somberly.

James put a hand in his friend’s shoulder. “You did not know, my friend.”

Sharon began laughing, “Oh James, don’t you see? Our problems have been solved!”

She jumped quickly to her feet, grabbing the King’s lapel. “We can be together again. I can be Queen! Rumlow promised if I gave him The Iron Kingdom that I would be—“

“Rumlow?” James cut her off, pushing her back, “What do you mean Rumlow?”

Sharon smiled, “Lord Rumlow, of course. He rules Hydralia. When Shieldian fell, he told me I’d be Queen, I just had to help him get what he wanted.”

“What does he want?” Steve growled.

Her eyes didn’t more from the King’s, “He wants revenge. Revenge for what your father did to his, he means to avenge his death with your own; a life for a life.”

“Sir...” Sam said worriedly, “The man from the farm, he was right.”

James’ mind was going a mile a minute. Shieldian has fallen, Rumlow is alive, but none of that mattered.

She mattered.

“The Princess. Steve, where is Ellaria?” The King said fretfully.

“James!” Natasha yelled. He heard her before he saw her. She ran into the room in a panic, her eyes on the brink of tears.

This worried Bucky, because as anyone who knows her will tell you: Natasha Romanoff does not cry.

She walked to him, putting her body between his and Sharon’s.

“Nat?” James pleaded, searching her eyes for answers.

She shook her head. “Ellaria...she’s gone.”

The smell of mildew and rust churned your stomach as you woke.

Black walls surrounded you. It was cold—so cold you could see your breath as you chattered; attempting to keep yourself warm. There was but one window and when you glanced out of it, all you could see was forest.

Where am I?

“Hello?” You call.

Nothing.

“Hello?” You shout.

Suddenly the doors unlatched and is scraped open along the stone floor.

A man with tanned skin and dark featured walked in, flanked by two guards. The colors they wore were the same as the ones the men who took you wore

The men from the castle.

“Look who’s awake...” His voice was sickeningly taunting; it made you shiver.

“Who are you? What do you want?” Your voice is strong—stronger than you expected.

The man chuckled, “We’ll get to that, for now, I want to talk about you, Ellaria Stark.”

You hesitate, he knows you?

“You seem surprised,” he said, walking deeper into the room. The light from the doorway cast him in an ominous shadow as he got closer to you. “Did you think I didn’t know who I was after?”

You freeze again, this time he’s mere inches from you. You watch in horror as his hand finds your arm, he trails two fingers up the length of it.

It disgusts you.

“What do you want with me?” You ask through gritted teeth.

The man sighs, and brushed a piece of hair behind your ear. “Unfortunately, you’re just a stepping stone. I needed you to get to Barnes.”

At the mention of James’ name, your heart plummets.

“The future Queen of Buchanan holds more power in this country than I think even you’re aware of. You’re also the heir to the Iron Kingdom, the first born daughter of Anthony Stark....”

He steps back and laughs a moment, “But then again, that’s not exactly true, is it?”

The only sound you hear is your heart as it starts pounding. The air in the room feels like it’s getting thinner and thinner by the moment.

Suddenly he lunges at you and grabs you chin harshly in his hand, “Is it?!” He shouts.

Tears spring to your eyes, and before you can speak another guard enters the room. “Lord Rumlow, the troops are awaiting your command. Are we to move on Buchanan this evening?”

Rumlow kept the grip on your jaw tight, before tossing you to the floor effortlessly. “No. Not until Barnes leaves the city,” he spared you one last look. “He’ll come, and he’ll come for her.”

Tears sprung to your eyes. “You’re wrong.” You mumble.

He froze, turning back to you. “Am I now? Why’s that?”

Palms flat on the stone floor, your push yourself up. “James cares not for me. Ask your spy, Sitwell. He saw what the King did to me at the ball, he saw the hatred in his eyes...”

You drift off when Rumlow starts laughing. “You stupid girl. They told me you were smart—that I should tread lightly around you. I guess they got that wrong. James is easily manipulated, Sitwell wasn’t the only spy I had inside the walls of that castle.”

It takes a moment—just a moment for you to put the pieces together.

“Sharon Carter.” It comes out as barely a whisper. All of the events suddenly making sense in your eyes.

“Well, well. You’re not as daft as you seem.”

He laughed. “Get comfortable, Princess. Once I kill your fiancé, you’ll have a purpose to serve. I’ll need an heir of my own, after all.”

His words struck your stomach like a sword. “W-What?”

He smiled darkly and walked towards the door, “I told you already—you’ve more power than you know. The perfect woman to give me an heir to not one kingdom, but two.”

Then he was gone. He took with him your hope of ever seeing the light of day again.

“Answer me!” Natasha shouted, landing another slap across Sharon’s face. Nat had tied her to a chair and began questioning her, but she refused to answer anything without the King there.

“You think James loves you? You delusional radge, be thankful the King hasn’t ordered your hanging already.”

Sharon was empty; no fear or cares. “I want my James! I need to see my Husband!” She shouted.

Natasha shook her head, moving to speak to Steve, who was just outside the door.

“She’s gone mad, Steve. She’s a nutjob.” Nat said, crossing her arms.

Steve looked through the crack in the door, watching as she hummed and swayed in her shackles. “So I see. What do we do? Bucky is with Tony in the war room.”

Nat pauses, allowing the gears in her mind to turn, and create a plan.

“Let me try something. It may work...”

She walked back into the room, and stood in front of Sharon, shrinking herself to her knees, and softening her once hard gaze.

Nat cleated her throat, “Your husband is on his way, he was simply held up.” She glanced at Steve, who watched in understanding.

Sharon smiled, dazed. “He loves me, you know. He always has.”

Nat nodded, playing into her hands. “I know he does. That’s why you had to save him right? You had to give Ellaria to Rumlow?”

She swayed in her seat and giggled, “Of course! Besides, how would James react if he found out her secret? He’d have killed her,” her eyes lit up. “I saved them both!”

Natasha realized in that moment that Sharon knew something. It took her only a moment to connect the dots between the handwriting on the forged not, and the threatening ones Ellaria had been receiving.

“Yes the secret, the terrible secret. The King doesn’t know?”

Sharon shook her head, “No, but I will tell him. He’ll thank me! Imagine marrying the daughter of a servant? The Great Lie of the Iron Kingdom!”

Natasha’s blood ran cold. She looked to Steve, who was just as perturbed as she was. “What did you say?” Steve asked.

Sharon turned her head to look at him, “The Princess is anything but that. She’s the daughter of a servant, adopted by the Starks at birth. There’s not an ounce of noble blood in that trollop’s veins.”

“Steve...” Nat whispered.

He nodded, running down the corridor. He needed to get to James and he needed to get to him now.

James rounded the table in the war room. The map of the realm affixed in the center of the table.

The strategy was simple; invade Shieldian, kill Rumlow, save Ellaria.

By any means necessary.

“You’ll have my full army; any of my men will be at your disposal. I want my daughter found.” Tony said, his palms pressed flat to the map on the table top.

James nodded, “You have my word, I will bring her home to you.”

“To me?” Tony asked.

“To you.”

He didn’t look at Tony. The disgust in his eyes was something he didn’t think his heart could bear.

Tony scoffed. “So you’re still ending the betrothal? After all you’ve learned...”

The King’s eyes snapped up. “Tony, after what I did to her, what I’ve put her through...” he paused, swallowing the emotion he felt down. “I do not deserve such treasure in my life. Your daughter is far too precious to be tainted by my soul.”

King Stark nodded, “I would love nothing more than to watch you hang for what you’ve done to her, believe me.” A sigh left the veteran king’s mouth, “But I must tell you, my daughter is as stubborn as she is strong. She is fierce and she has the wisdom of a woman thrice her age. She will not yield or give up as easily as it seems you do.”

James nodded.

He didn’t want to give her up. He wanted all of her—heart, body, and soul.

James didn’t deserve her, but he could not let her die because of his own ignorance. The misdeeds in his kingdom were his responsibility, and he would see that they were undone.

“I love you daughter, your majesty. I love her, but I’ve been keeping her in darkness for too long. She is light, and I’ve drowned her out. I would do anything, anything to undo the mistakes I’ve made, but I cannot.”

James is grateful when Steve walks in, it distracts him from himself for a moment.

“Steve, any news?” James asked.

He doesn’t respond to his friend, instead he turned to Tony.

“Your highness, my apologies for my frankness, but I need to ask you...”

Tony’s befuddled, “Sir Steven?”

Steve was clearly nervous, but persisted. “Your daughter, Ellaria, is she of your blood, your majesty?”

The room fell silent.

“I mean no disrespect. Whilst Ellaria was here she became a great friend to me, but she was threatened. A secret was used to manipulate the Princess, and I believe it will come to light and be used against you as well.” Steve stepped forward to the still silent king, “Is she adopted?”

Anthony Stark isn’t a man of few words, but now he cannot speak.

James merely looked at his friend, someone whom he respects and looks up to. He saw the battle of truth and protecting his daughter in his eyes. “Tony, is it true?”

King Anthony’s eyes are glassy as he clears his throat. “She is mine. My daughter, the love of my life. How she came to be so doesn’t matter.”

The room stays still and silent, waiting for either man to make the first move. James is overwhelmed, and now more determined than ever.

“We must go. Ready my horse.”

She was scared to admit this to him? Jame’s heart broke for her; for the fear and shame she kept hidden away.

if only she knew.

...

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My Top Posts in 2021

Walk Me Home Tonight (S.R.)

Type: one-shot, songfic

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader Word count: 4700

Summary: Sometimes it’s hard to be in a celebratory mood when all you can think of is that life sucks and that being left on your own to drown your sorrows is for the best.

Sometimes people who care about you know better than yourself and come crashing your party of one.

Sometimes, despite the popular belief, you do realize how lucky you are having been introduced to Steve Rogers.

Warnings: mention of blood and violence and death, mention of alcohol, angst, fluff and language

A/N: P!nk’s Walk Me Home just does something to me, alright? Music video included - it’s soooo beautiful.

*✧･*✧･*✧･*✧･*✧･*✧･*✧･

It wasn’t that you were a party pooper, not usually anyway; just… the timing wasn’t ideal.

There's something in the way you roll your eyes Takes me back to a better time When I saw everything is good But now you're the only thing that's good

Ah, poor guy. No tips for him tonight.

“Well, I didn’t get an invitation. Looks like crashing was my only option.”

Or should you order another drink? Was there a point? You might cross the line to a clingy drunk eventually and you weren’t certain that was a good idea.

It was probably about as good of an idea as coming to a party despite feeling like shit on an emotional roller-coaster, dangerously inclining towards a very bad mood to put it mildly.

Dammit, Steve.

“Must have got lost in the mail then,” you said eventually, offering a weak smile. “Sorry.”

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273 notes • Posted 2021-03-14 09:23:15 GMT

Words Whispered in the Dark

Type: Modern-college-professor AU - part of Attached series or a standalone

Pairing: professor!Steve Rogers x reader Word count: 6250🙈

Summary: There are things, intimate desires, which people simply don’t want to talk about out loud. Since you prefer writing those down, it applies twice as much.

Steve supports your writing – but what he’d think about your newest story… well, you’re not sure you wanted to know.

Warnings: 18+, nsfw, smut, bondage, oral (M rec), consensual sensory deprivation, praise kink & body worship, ‘babygirl’, fingering, dom/sub undertones & implied age gap & professor-student dynamic & cumplay if you squint, language ---- (let me know if I missed any…why is the list so long wtf)

A/N: Can be read as a standalone. Part of the Attached ‘verse with professor!Steve.

A/N: For Siri’s 5K Soft Dark Challenge. Congratulations to the rightfully earned milestone ❤️ Thank you for hosting the challenge and kindly including even soft fics (even though I feel like my soft got lost in translation a bit).

Prompt: “Oh, honey, you weren’t supposed to see that.” - bold in the text, pls don’t @ me for the way I used it.

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325 notes • Posted 2021-04-11 10:26:16 GMT

Bad News, Good Ideas (A.L.)

Type: oneshort, holiday fic

Pairing: Ari Levinson x reader Word count: 7950 (I can explain-)

Summary: Ari Levinson was bad news. He was lethal to your sanity, your brain knew that very well. But you weren’t sure how long you would be able to resist when he was not only teasing you for his amusement, but seemed to be genuinely interested.

And then the company’s Secret Santa happened.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ only, smut (M-mast, F-thigh riding), Ari’s thighs (it’s a warning), mention of sexual harassment, language, ‘angel’ + ‘sweetheart’

A/N: For Happy Hoelidays challenge. Many thanks to the hosts for organising it and giving so much thought and work into it💕 Prompts: Ari Levinson + secret gifting + inconvenient attraction + “You don’t have anyone else to blame but yourself, sweetheart.” (complete list of my options at the end)

Divider by @rainbowkisses31

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In the Strangest Place (We Just Might Find Love) - Pt.1

Type: two-shot, pretty much canon

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader Word count: 3700

Summary: You’re hiding from your boss in a supply closet, minding your own business, when a stranger joins you unexpectedly.

This is not a beginning of a steamy story; given the reason you’re hanging out in the dark, even a make-out session is honestly the last thing you want to fantasize about right now.

But that doesn’t mean that the nice stranger cannot make your day much better.

Warnings: mention of sexual harassment, a bit of angst, attempt at humour, language

You were on the verge of screaming – or crying, you honestly weren't sure anymore. But you knew you were done. You had worked your fingers to a bone just to get here; to become a little bee in the most famous hive in Manhattan. Stark Industries. The Stark/Avengers Tower. The beacon of the New York skyline. The dream coming true.

Yeah, not so much.

You hadn't expected super-important assignments – after all, you were just an assistant to the head of one of too many departments – but God, you had not expected to be handling coffee so often. To be running ridiculous errands. Your degree from MIT should actually mean something here! If nothing else than that you were not just some pretty face and that you fucking didn’t deserve the treatment you were receiving.

And that was the root of trouble, really. You could handle making your way up, it would be tiring but not surprising, it was pretty much what you had assigned for.

But you had not assigned for the sexist comments, disgusting innuendo and for the grabby hands of your sleazy boss. Thomas Gregory was a fucking nightmare of a man and you swore that you were quitting if he called you a ‘Dollface’ or slapped your ass one more time.

And that was how you had got here, into this very moment; hiding in a dark supply closet like a creep with two cups of overpriced coffee in a cup holder and a piece of organic carob-nut muffin.

You weren't about to come out any time soon, because you simply knew your boss still would be a pig and give you yet another reason to hand in your notice and you had fucking wanted this job for so long, worked for it so hard and sacrificed too much that you just couldn't make yourself to quit no matter how much your skin cringed and your stomach rolled over every time Thomas Gregory touched you. It was so frustrating you wanted to scream.

Or cry, you still couldn't solve the dilemma. Maybe both.

You barely registered the hurried footsteps – and then the door was yanked open, you glimpsed a tall blond male figure and suddenly there was dark again. Except there was one more body in the very limited room of the closet, making you press your back onto the shelf.

Something rattled with your movement and the newcomer hissed a barely audible ‘Be quiet’ as two columns of muscles that were probably his arms framed your head leaning onto the very same shelf, so you could both fit in here.

The little order leaving his lips broke the last seal inside you. You were tired, frustrated and were receiving enough humiliation as it was, you did not need some random guy invading your hideout, barking orders.

“Look, mister, if you have any problem with me trying to make a little space for you in this tiny-ass closet, I recommend you to-”

“Shh!” he hushed you and you thought you had never heard someone whisper so urgently; at least it sounded less bossy than before. It did not mollify you though, because this guy actually had enough impudence to-

“Don't you dare to shush me-!”

A hand went to cover your mouth and you let out an exasperated mumble of curses, while his voice continued.

“Please, just— I'm sorry, please, don't make a sound, my friend is trying to set me up and-”

Your eyes went wide and he suddenly fell silent. Before you could question his methods of shutting you up, his exclaim or the pause, and ask him to be so kind to find another closet, another male voice sounded somewhere behind the door.

“Come on, Steeeve. Man, don't be such a prude. Lillian is a great chic, okay?”

The man – the friend, you assumed – seemed annoyed and you couldn't believe that Steve had not been kidding you. He was actually hiding for the very reason he had offered you. You nodded as you heard the stranger behind the door move and the hand covering your mouth hesitantly disappeared.

“It's just a lip piercing, don't be such a tight-ass. It can actually be quite fun, you wouldn't believe what a girl can do with such thing…”

“Gross,” you commented soundlessly and you could feel your companion’s eyes burning a hole into your head in silent agreement.

“Goddammit, Steve!”

The voice and the footsteps slowly disappeared in the distance and you… you were face to face with a stranger named Steve in a limited space of a dark supply closet, his breath tickling your scalp, his cologne very much assaulting your nose; at least it was a pleasant assault.

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330 notes • Posted 2021-02-28 12:46:45 GMT

Bullies, Bullied

Type: Headcanon-ish one-shot

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader Word Count: 3400

Headcanon: Steve doing little acts of service… meaning he’d give people working at the Avengers Tower who are jerks a taste of their own medicine in almost innocent ways. And maybe entertaining you, the girl he had an eye on for a while, in the process.

When you’re the one bullied though… there’s no innocent way. That man is going to pay.

Warnings: brief violence and death threat, language, men being lying idiots (no offense), Steve being the biggest sweetheart and little shit you don’t wanna mess with

A/N: There’s one gif from Arrow, not Steve, but exactly what I have in mind 🤭

⊱⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶⊷*♥⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶⊷⊰

Once slightly adjusted to the current times after having helped save New York City and the world by extension, Steve soon found an apartment, not all keen on living in the ultramodern building Tony Stark graciously called a beacon of NYC

Steve preferred his own space, even if not necessarily spacious, but one in a nice brown-stone building that wasn’t a glass and steel muster like the recently rebuilt and re-named Avengers Tower was

He however happily accepted Stark’s advice of purchasing a bike rather than a car, because the New York traffic had gotten and his Harley was a perfect means of transport for his daily commute

The fact he then had to go through the reception every day as well did not bother him at all – if he was being completely honest, he adored it… at least most days

Because most days, passing the reception desk meant seeing you, your smile that got much more radiant whenever you saw someone you clearly liked and whom you weren’t simply trying to maintain a professional image with, so charmingly polite

It appealed to Steve that you were so brilliantly sweet, but you also had a smidge of a teasing side and when you flashed him that smile, he was entirely enamoured, as pathetically as it sounded

They say that you can take the man out of the forties, but you can’t take the forties out of a man and for Steve Rogers, that was certainly true

However, Steve’s actions, as he got the chance to observe the lobby and various floors of the Avengers Tower beside taking generous amount of time to observe you, had nothing to him being some kind of an old-timer as Tony would elaborately put it

It had everything to do with him hating bullies with every fibre of his being

And boy, did he see a lot more than he could ever image – the world, even if it shrug to the size of the Avengers Tower, was full of assholes… there was no less vulgar way to put it

Steve frankly wanted to punch them all, or at least give them some very well-meant and stern advice, but he had to maintain certain image, just as you did

In fact, the first time Steve tried to set a man straight, it was your remark that led him to it

The thing was, not only you couldn’t quite take the forties out of a man – but you certainly couldn’t erase his looking-for-trouble-when-being-righteous nature either

When you both once again witnessed Alvez from accounting provocatively tossing his not entirely empty to-go coffee cup literally next to the garbage bin meant for it, because the cleaning lady was around and you joked about what that man would deserve… well. Steve latched onto it.

“God, Alvez is such a jerk. I swear if that man had to put on a cleaning uniform for one hour, he’d be a lot more appreciative of workers who get their hands dirty so he could live his best life…” you whisper -elled, your usual bright and inviting expression twisting in a scowl

And Steve Rogers had a revelation – he’d make Alvez do exactly that

Fifteen minutes later saw Steve Rogers knocking on the door of Pepper Potts’ office after having been assured by her secretary that she could squeeze Steve into her tight schedule

Needless to say, Pepper Potts, who ran the Stark part of the Avengers Tower, was not only intrigued but downright fascinated by the idea of employees switching places for a day, exploring the wonders of their colleagues’ work and giving up that day’s wages in the Stark Foundation’s favour, should they consent to it – however, the switch would be mandatory

Steve Rogers, having seen to get Alvez just the spot he deserved, had the time of his life… mostly because he made sure to be on duty behind the reception desk. He insisted that if other employees were switching places, so would he

He got the front seats to the show, making sure to ask Tony for the recording later to show you; but he also renewed his mad respect for you remaining polite and collected when dealing with annoying phone calls and insistent jerks in person alike

It continued like that, Steve finding ways to subtly show people who were disrespectful or downright bullied others that this was no way to treat them

That guy who would never hold the elevator door, smashing the other button on purpose? He’d find a fake out-of-service sign and end up walking twenty-five storeys, only for the sign disappearing right after he did

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