100% I have romantic thoughts about Steve being there when bucky wakes up from his cryo freeze in wakanda and kissing him sleeping beauty style
Steve Rogers and Prince Charming have more than handsome good looks in common. Steve is a romantic at heart and would spend all of his free time in Wakanda by Bucky’s side. Poor Shuri would have to put up with incessant questions. Every beep and light on the cryofreeze chamber would sent Steve into a panic.
When it’s finally time to wake Bucky, Steve would be hovering right there. Just waiting to make sure everything’s okay, ants in his pants to get his hands on Bucky. Shuri finally gives him the go ahead and he just freezes, caught breathless from how beautiful Bucky looks while he sleeps. Steve approaches slow and careful, he thoughtfully brushes and strand of loose hair off of Bucky’s face. Bucky’s eyes are still closed while the freezing wears off and Steve’s growing more and more restless, anxious for Bucky to wake up. He presses a soft, sweet and hopeful kiss to Bucky’s perfect pink lips. And when his own eyes drift back open, he’s rewarded with the familiar glimmer of his favourite baby blues.
Here’s a great piece of fan art of Bucky in the style of Snow White.
Summary: You never had problems with your eyesight, until your best friend started working for Dr. Evans. After that, your best friend spent her time convincing you that you needed to have an eye exam. When you finally give in, you find that Dr. Evans gives his first-time patients a special treat.
Word count: ~ 4k (oops)
Warnings: Smut. Fingering. Oral sex. Degradation. Dumbification? Medical kink?
Note: This is my first Chris Evans fic and it is slightly based off of my own experience with a very hot eye doctor
“For the millionth time— I do NOT need an eye exam,” You insist, rolling your eyes. You lean back against the couch, propping your socked feet up on the table in front of you. Your best friend, Millie, has been trying to get you to come to her new job.
She recently started working for an eye doctor, which means she’s also working for the hottest doctor around town.
Or so she says.
“Y/N, I will pay you to get an exam done. I just need you to see how beautiful this man is,” She urges. You pout your lips, crossing your arms over your chest. It’s not that you don’t want to see this beautiful man, it’s just that, well... You’re awkward around guys.
You’ve gone on your fair share of dates and even had a couple of one-night stands, but you’d never felt comfortable talking to men. Especially when they’re older than you.
But if you’re being honest, you are curious about the mysterious doctor. Millie knows nothing about him, except that he’s obsessed with his dog. You twist the necklace hanging from your neck, gnawing on your lip.
What’s the worst that could happen?
You sigh, closing your eyes. “Fine, make me an appointment,”
You take one last anxious look in your rear-view mirror, reassuring yourself that you look somewhat presentable. You settled for a simple dress, not wanting to overheat in your typical tight jeans.
“Here goes nothing,” You mutter, gathering your keys. You walk to the glass doors, scowling at your reflection. Why did you even come? You deserve a hook-up, it’s been way too long since you’ve had one.
But do you seriously think a rich, young doctor is going to look your way?
You shake your head, attempting to ignore your own thoughts. You’re here already, there’s no point in turning around now. Once you push past the doors, you’re greeted by your best friend. She’s sitting behind the counter, typing away at her computer.
Millie looks up from the screen, handing you a stack of papers. She rolls a pen across the counter-top, giving you an excited smile. “Fill this out for me and then I’ll tell Dr. Evans that you’re ready,” She explains.
You take the papers, tucking them against your chest. “Millie, I don’t know about this anymore,” You whisper, your eyes darting around the room. You see several young women up front, but no one that you suspect is Dr. Evans.
“Don’t be such a wuss! He’s harmless. He’s only going to look at your eyes, it’s not like he’s your gynecologist.”
Your face turns bright red, memories of your last gynecologist appointment. The doctor was horribly rude and invasive, leaving you scrambling out before they could even finish the exam.
Maybe the eye appointment won’t go as bad.
“If this goes horrible, I’m never going to let you be my wingman again,” You threaten, watching as Millie playfully rolls her eyes. You take the papers to your seat, propping them up on your knee. You breeze through the general health questions, checking boxes and crossing x’s through most.
You sign what seems like hundreds of papers before handing them back over to Millie. She glances over the paperwork, smiling back up at you. “He’ll be out shortly,”
You trudge back to your seat in the corner, your fingers mindlessly scrolling through social media, doing anything to keep your mind from running rampant with worst-case scenarios. By the time you hear a strange voice calling your name, you’ve almost forgotten what you were even here for.
“Miss Y/L/N?” The doctor calls out, his fingers curling around the clipboard. Your eyes pop up from your screen, meeting the dress shoes on the floor. From there, your eyes take in the tight black pants, the fitted white dress shirt, and the patterned tie. Once your eyes land on the face of the doctor, you can feel your stomach flipping.
You gulp, eagerly nodding your head. “Y-Yes, that’s me,” You breathe out, struggling to convince your feet to start moving. You’ve suddenly forgotten how to act in public, your brain focused on the hot doctor in front of you.
Dr. Evans smiles, flashing his white teeth at you. He nods toward the back, turning to walk away. “You can follow me,”
You quickly gather your things, following his thundering footsteps down to the first exam room. You can’t help but notice his amazing ass, framed by his pants. The belt around his waist pulls everything together, your mouth practically dripping.
“I saw on your file that this is your first time?” Dr. Evans says, glancing over his shoulder. He stops in front of the door, his hand resting on the knob. Your cheeks turn bright red, your feet stopping just short of Dr. Evans’.
You can’t help but notice his broad shoulders, seemingly trapped in his tight shirt. You’d give anything to see him without a shirt. He must be heaven-sent.
“Getting an eye exam, I mean,” Dr. Evans says, his pink lips curling up into a smirk. He knows what he’s doing. You’re such a sweet girl, such a good girl. He could tell by the way your eyes fluttered up to him when he called your name. He could tell by the way you followed his footsteps, stopping as soon as he stopped, like he was in control of your movements.
“Yes,” You answer, your mouth suddenly drier than any desert you learned about in school. You don’t know what it is about this man that’s making you go crazy, but you’ve never been this bad around a man.
Sure, you’ve never been confident or been able to to talk to a man without stuttering, but you’ve never been so... Enamored.
Dr. Evans opens the door, motioning you to sit in the chair. He makes his way around the desk, sitting in his chair. “Why start now?” He asks, adjusting the knobs on the slit lamp.
“I’ve been having more headaches, so I wanted to make sure it wasn’t related to my eyesight,” You lie, placing your chin in the equipment. Dr. Evans hums, leaning down until he can get a good look at your eye through the lens. “Can you see the dot?”
You squint your eyes until you can see the orange dot, nodding your head. He flips through several other modes until the dot becomes non-existent. When you lean back from the equipment, you watch as his hands move to write down notes. His hands are huge, his knuckles big and veiny.
“Now, I’m going to test your eye pressure,” He explains, standing up. He’s holding something that looks like a no contact thermometer. He moves toward you, pointing at the black dot on the wall. “Keep your eyes on the dot. This won’t hurt, but it might be uncomfortable,”
You nod, resting your hands on your lap. Dr. Evans squats down in front of you, eye-level with you now. He rests his free hand on your knee, sending a hot flash straight to your core. The way Dr. Evans looks up at you with a smirk convinces you that he can feel the warmth.
You lock your eyes onto the dot on the wall, your cheeks red. Dr. Evans positions the equipment in front of your eye, pressing the button. The device blows a puff of air into your eye, causing you to blink.
“We’ll try again,” Dr. Evans says, keeping his eyes on you. The skin underneath is hand is radiating warmth, making him wish he could read your mind. Down here, he can practically smell your arousal, making his mouth water.
He presses the button again, watching as your jerk your head back and blink. “I’m sorry,” You say, chewing on the inside of your cheek. It’s a horrible habit you picked up from your mother, leaving scars lined up on your cheeks.
You feel silly for apologizing, but you can see the disappointment on his face. It’s almost enough to cause tears, but you blink away any possibility of that.
He gives you a soft smile, reaching back and cupping the back of your neck. “I’m going to hold your head so you can’t pull away, alright?” He explains, watching as you nod.
Your eagerness to please causes his mouth to water, wondering if you’re always this submissive, or if it’s only for him.
You take a deep breath, your heart fluttering at the contact. His hand is strong against your neck, the rings on his fingers sending shivers down your spine. There’s something about his touch that’s so… Domineering.
Dr. Evans presses the button again, watching as your work to keep your eye open. You fight back a blink, not wanting to disappoint him again. He smiles, moving the object to your other eye. “There you go. Just needed someone to keep you in place, yeah?” He asks.
You’re thankful he moved his hand from your knee to the back of your neck, because you’re sure if he hadn’t, he’d be able to feel the slickness between your thighs trickling down your legs. You’re not sure what it is, but something about your doctor is driving you crazy.
“I guess,” You answer, chuckling lightly. He keeps his hand on the back of your neck, squeezing lightly. He presses the button on the device, sending another puff of air into your eye. You don’t pull away this time, his hand keeping you in your place.
“Dr. Evans? There’s a patient up front, she says there’s something wrong with her bill,” A female voice calls out, causing Dr. Evans to turn his head. He sighs, turning back to you.
“I’m busy. Can’t you handle it?”
The woman leans against the doorframe, crossing her arms over her chest. “I tried. She wants you,” She says.
Your doctor sighs, patting his hand on your knee. “Dr. Lee will finish up your exam.” He informs you, standing up. You can’t ignore the way you feel when Dr. Evans walks out of the room, leaving you with the new doctor.
You also can’t ignore the way Dr. Evans wanted to stay with you, he wanted to be the one to give you your eye exam.
Your attention is brought back to the new doctor, leaving you to push away your thoughts.
After the eye exam, you learned that you needed glasses. You’re now scanning the shelves to find any glasses you like, trying to ignore Millie blowing your phone up. You know she’s just being nosey about Dr. Evans, but there’s really nothing to tell her.
“Having trouble finding ones you like?” A deep voice asks, causing you to look over your shoulder. You see Dr. Evans towering over you, smiling down at you.
“Yeah, actually.” You answer, watching as he nods back down the hall.
“Follow me, I might have some in my office you like,” He says. He turns and walks down the hall, chuckling to himself when he hears you following him like an obedient puppy. After Dr. Lee took over your exam, he was left alone in his office, imagining a million different ways he wanted to fuck you.
You’re dripping with obedience, you’re practically begging for someone to tell you what to do.
Once he reaches his office, he motions for you to sit in front of his desk. You do, crossing your legs. You watch as he rum ages through one of his cabinets, pulling out a tray of new glasses. He sits across from you, pushing the tray your way.
“What do you think about these?” He asks, watching as you pick up a pair. You try them on, scrunching your nose. You’ve never worn glasses, so it’s going to take you a while to get used to it.
You look in the mirror on his desk, frowning. “I don’t think I’m the kind of person that looks good in glasses,” You say, watching as he furrows his eyebrows.
How can you not see how absolutely delicious you look?
“For the record, I think you look great,” He says, earning a blush from you. “But if you don’t want to wear glasses, we can always try contacts,”
“Oh, I don’t think I’d be able to wear contacts,” You answer, shaking your head. You hate things getting close to your eyes. You’ll just have to settle for glasses.
“Come on, I’ll even put some in myself so you can watch me first,” Dr. Evans says, standing up. He not only grabs a box of contacts, but he shuts his office door, forcing your imagination to run wild.
“Okay…” You mutter, watching him sit back down in front of you. He opens a box, pulling out two contacts. You watch him as he scoops the contact onto his finger, bringing it up to his eye.
The whole time, he’s talking you through it, his voice soothing you. He has a voice that commands attention, making him the only thing you can think about.
“Your turn,” He says, pushing the contacts over to your side of the desk. You scoop up the contact, bringing it up to your eye. You do just as he did, holding your eyelid open. As soon as you go to touch your eye, you drop the contact.
Dr. Evans sighs, handing you another contact. You swallow the lump in your throat, trying again. You’re not sure if it’s the way he’s staring at you or your fear of disappointing him again, but you get it on the second try.
Dr. Evans smiles, shooting you another grin. “Alright, try the other eye!” He encourages you, watching you carefully. You repeat the motion again, getting it on the first try.
“Good girl,” Dr. Evans mutters, his eyes focused on you. He can feel his cock twitching in his pants, desperate to get a taste of you.
You can’t help it this time. You’ve held in all of your whimpers and moans, you can’t stop it this time. As soon as the words pass his lips, you let out a quiet moan. Dr. Evans catches it, licking his lips as he watches your cheeks heat up.
“You like being called a good girl, huh?” He asks, leaning forward. His elbows are resting on the desk, his fingers clasped in front of him.
You can’t believe this is happening, but you don’t have time to question it before another moan slips out of your mouth. You nod eagerly, your lip pouting. “Yes, Dr. Evans,” You answer, watching as he chuckles, shaking his head.
“As much as I love the sound of that, I want to hear you whimpering my name,” He says, leaning back in his chair. He spreads his legs, resting his hand on his knee. He uses his free hand to point at the floor, motioning you to crawl to him.
Your knees are on the ground before you can think twice about it, desperate to feel him inside of you. You place your hands on the ground, the humiliation only fueling your arousal. You slowly crawl to him, your eyes on him the whole time.
You catch a glimpse of his white coat, finally learning his first name.
As soon as you’re between his legs, his hand is on your jaw, tilting your head up. “Wanna feel that pretty mouth,” He grumbles, his thumb tracing the outline of your lower lip. You stick your tongue out, your eyelids fluttering closed. Chris slips his thumb in your mouth, the weight of it heavy on your tongue.
You use your tongue to swirl around the tip, taking it further in your mouth. You can hear Chris’s breathing pick up, signaling that you’re doing something right.
Chris watches you work your tongue over his thumb, using his other hand to unbutton and unzip his pants. His cock is throbbing, the tip angry and red. When you hear the zipper, you open your eyes, your mouth watering at the sight of his cock.
You take him in your hand, his hips bucking up at the feeling of you wrapped around him. Chris watches you stick your tongue out, slowly running its way around his tip, causing his jaw to go slack. He’s had his dick sucked plenty of times, but he’s never felt a mouth as good as yours.
You hum against his cock, taking him further into your mouth. As much as you want to take all of him down your throat, it’s impossible. So you use your hand to pump his cock as you swallow around his cock, listening to his breathy moans above you.
He tangles your hair in his hands, using your hair to move your head, almost fucking your mouth. He’s holding himself back, knowing you aren’t ready for him to let go completely.
That’ll have to come later.
“Such a filthy little girl… Sucking your doctor off in his office, anyone could walk in,” Chris moans, throwing his head back when he feels you swallow around him.
His words send you into overdrive, your thighs clenching together to relieve some of the pressure. When he notices this, he pulls you off of him, spit stringing from his cock to your swollen lips. “Need to see that pretty pussy,” He mutters, standing up.
Chris walks toward you, his eyes trained on you. You stand, paralyzed, in your spot, until he reaches a hand out, gently pushing you so your lower back is against his desk. Your pussy is throbbing, clenching around air.
“N-need you so bad, Chris,” You breathe out, your voice weak and needy. You’ve never heard yourself like this, so desperate.
Chris smirks, leaning forward and attaching his lips to yours. He grabs your jaw in his hand, gently squeezing as he prods his way into your mouth with his tongue. You feel his strong tongue massage yours, listening as he moans in your mouth.
He uses his grip on your jaw to push you onto the desk, your back on seemingly unimportant papers and documents. He bends down in front of you, eye-level with your soaked panties.
Thank god you wore your pretty panties.
Chris hooks his thumbs in the waistband of your panties, slowly pulling them down your long legs. Your arousal leaves a string from your panties to your throbbing center, distracting Chris from his actions. He leaves your panties around your ankles, his index finger swiping through your folds, collecting your sweet arousal.
“Oh, my sweet girl. You feel so fucking good,” He mutters, spreading you open with his thumb and index finger. Your legs are wide open, leaving you open and exposed.
You whimper on the desk, squirming and wiggling, doing anything to tell him that you need him. “Please,” You whine, watching as he smirks up at you.
“You need me to eat your sweet little cunt? Want me to play with your button, baby?” He asks, his voice deeper than it was when you first joined him in his office. You eagerly nod, throwing your head back against the desk when you feel his wet tongue running over your folds.
Your slick mixed with his spit has you shaking, loving the feeling of your arousal dripping down to your ass. Chris kisses your folds, attaching his lips to your swollen bud. Your eyes widen as you feel him suck on it, tugging gently.
You reach down, grabbing his brown hair in your hands, locking your legs onto his shoulders. You grind into his face, your back arched on the cold, wooden desk. Chris uses his free hand to reach up, grabbing a handful of your boob, his finger circling your nipple over the fabric of your dress.
You moan above him, feeling two of his long fingers into your center, immediately curling them. That, mixed with the sounds of him slurping your arousal, is enough to launch you into your orgasm.
“C-Chris! I’m… I’m com—“
Before you can finish the sentence, you hear Chris moan into your center, the vibrations too much for you to handle. You feel the pressure in your lower stomach subside, the feeling of pure euphoria washing over you. Your hands are still tangled in Chris’s hair, pulling and tugging as you ride out your orgasm.
Once Chris has cleaned you, he stands up, smirking. “Can’t wait to feel your cunt wrapped around me,” He mumbles, pushing his pants down just enough to give him room. His cock is still wet with your spit, so he gives himself a few pumps, before leaning over you.
He presses a quick kiss to your lips, allowing you to taste yourself. Chris pushes forward until you feel the head of his heaven sent cock prying its way through your folds, finally nudging into your slick hole.
Chris quietly moans, dropping his head to your neck, sucking on the skin there as he pushes his way in deeper. You feel yourself stretching around him, the burning sensation almost too much for you.
When he bottoms out, you both let out a throaty moan, relieved to feel each other. Chris props himself up with his arm, pulling almost all the way back out, before slamming back in. Your tits bounce in your dress, causing Chris to pull down the fabric.
He latches his mouth onto the swollen nipple, licking and sucking as he thrusts into you. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
“Such a good fucking girl,” Chris says, pulling away from your chest. He pushes your leg up to your chest, moaning at the new angle. You can almost see the bulge in your belly, making your eyes roll back into your head.
“Tell me how it feels,” Chris demands, his eyes locked onto you as he pulls out again.
“So good, it feels so good. Your cock is so big, baby,” You moan, wrapping your legs around his waist, digging your heels into his waist, trying to get him buried deeper inside of you.
Chris smirks, hovering over you and thrusting into you again. “You like getting fucked like a whore, huh?” He asks, wrapping his big hand around your throat. He adds pressure, watching you as you nod.
Chris quickly pulls out, using your throat to pull your back off of the desk. He turns you around, bending you over the desk. He keeps his hand on the back of your neck, using his other one to land a hard smack on your ass, moaning as he watches it jiggle.
He enters you again, earning a loud moan from you in this new position. You arch your back as he holds your neck, fucking into you relentlessly. “I think you like knowing anyone could walk in and see you getting fucked by a stranger. Is that right?” He asks, moaning as you clench around him.
You never thought you’d like being watched by someone else, but you can’t deny the way your head skinned when he mentioned it.
He tightens his grip on your neck, turning it so you’re looking at the door. “Want you to watch that door. Want you creaming all over my cock thinking about somebody watching me fuck you,” Chris says, fighting back another moan.
The thought of someone watching you be so obedient for him, so desperate for him, sends him into overdrive. He lets go of your neck, reaching around your body and pressing his thumb against your clit.
You moan out, your body trembling and shaking as your sent into your second orgasm. You keep your eyes on the door, not wanting to disappoint Chris. When he feels your pussy clenching around him, he throws his head back, giving you one last thrust.
Just as you feel the first spurt of cum painting your walls, you watch as the doorknob turns, sending panic through your body. “Dr. Evans, is everything al—“
You let out a breath of relief as you see Millie standing in the doorway, her lips parted and her eyes wide.
It could’ve been worse.
Chris keeps his eyes on you, only pulling out when he’s sure he’s finished. Millie turns to go back down the hall, shutting the door behind her. You stand up, pulling your dress down as you feel his cum dripping down your thighs.
Chris sits back in his chair, his legs spread, a cocky smile on his face. “Can’t wait for your next exam,”
Summary: (First Responders!AU) Moving to Los Angeles and living with your brother, Thor, was never part of your plan nor was being a 9-1-1 dispatcher, but plans change when you are faced with your own emergencies. In your case, it was leaving behind a relationship that wasn’t as perfect as it seemed. Will this be the fresh start you were hoping for or will your past find a way to catch up with you?
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Odinson!Sister Reader
Word Count: 3600+
Warnings: Blood, angst, kidnapping, hospitals
Lifeline Masterlist / Main Masterlist
Thor whistled, clutching onto your Tupperware as he punched in the gate code to your condo, hearing a dog barking in the distance. “Dogs, such noisy creatures. This is why Darryl and I agreed to no dogs, but I will admit they can be adorable at times,” he mumbled to himself, pausing on the last digit, noticing the gate partially opened. “Huh? That can’t be right.”
He pushed open the gate and stepped in, turning to close it until he heard it lock in place. He reassured himself with a nod and continued up the path to your house, hearing the barking get louder. Thor rubbed his lips together as his eyes traveled to the small porch, spotting a dark figure lying on the ground.
“What in the name is…” Thor's eyes widened, getting closer and recognizing the figure to be Steve. Thor dropped your Tupperware to the ground, sprinting to him, and kneeled down next to him. “STEVE, STEVE. HEY, HEY, WAKE UP?”
The motion sensor lights flickered on, and Thor’s mouth dropped open, taking in Steve’s appearance. Steve was lying on his side in a small pool of blood. A gash on the side of his head glistened in the light with blood coating one side of his neck. Thor gulped, zipping off his sweatshirt, and pulling his phone from his pants pocket, dialing 911.
“STEVE, STEVE...YOU THERE BUDDY? STAY WITH ME…” Thor shouted, placing his phone on speaker and setting it on the ground. He rotated Steve onto his back, placing two fingers on his neck to check for a pulse while applying slight pressure to his head wound using his sweatshirt.
“911, what’s your emergency?” A male voice asked on the other side of the line.
“I need medical and police response to 761 High Ridge Drive Unit 1. We have an unconscious adult male suffering from some sort of head trauma.” Thor’s eyes traveled down Steve’s form, seeing a knife sticking out of his torso. “Scratch that, a head trauma and a stab wound to his torso.”
“May I ask who I am speaking with?”
“Thor Odinson. I’m a firefighter with the 107.”
“Wait, Thor…this is Bruce; is everything alright?”
“The victim is Steve Rogers. He is bleeding from both his head and his abdomen.”
“Units are on their way. Do you know what happened or how long he has been down?”
“I don’t know. I just came to drop my sister’s Tupperware off, and from the amount of blood, I would assume it hasn’t been long.”
“How’s his pulse?”
“It’s weak, and his breathing is shallow. Come on, Steve, wake up. Help is on the way.” Thor tapped him on the cheek, hearing a small groan leave his lips. “There you are. Good, good.” Thor let out a sharp, relieved breath, taking in his surroundings. His mouth went dry as he glanced over his shoulder at your front door, hearing a dog whining inside. “Steve, Steve, Where is YN? Is she still here?”
“YN,” he wheezed with his eyes closed. “Jig.”
Thor narrowed his eyes at him, not understanding what he was saying. “Jig? Steve, what are you saying? STEVE.” Thor tapped in on the cheek again but got nothing in response. He sighed, rechecking his pulse and nodding to himself when it was still there. “Hang on, Steve.”
“Responders are nearby,” Bruce stated through the phone. “Keep doing what you’re doing, Thor.”
Thor’s head snapped to the street upon hearing sirens, and the gate clicked open, having given Bruce the code earlier. Paramedics came rushing in, taking over his current position and examining him even farther. Thor stood off to the side, hearing nothing, but the sound of his own breathing, watching the medics work quickly. His mind was in a haze, and before he returned to his senses, Steve was on the stretcher going down the walkway. One of the paramedics was standing in front of him, staring at him with wide eyes. Her mouth was moving, but he couldn’t hear what she was saying.
“Are you going to be okay?” She asked again, placing her hand on his shoulder.
“Ahhh...yeah,” he nodded at her question. “Of course.”
“The police will be here shortly.” The paramedic patted him on the shoulder, handing him his phone before following her team.
“You still there, Thor?” Bruce asked as Thor watched the flashing lights disappear in the distance.
“Yeahhhh,” he dragged out, bringing the phone to his ear. “YN.”
He opened the door to your condo, and his stomach dropped at the carnage before him. The pillows and blankets that laid on the couch were scattered all around the living room. The small glass entry table Nat gave you was shattered to pieces along with what looked like a broken wine bottle. Photos hanging on the walls were no longer straight, and a few laid broken on the floor.
He gulped, staring at what stood before him. “No, no, no,” he chanted to himself, racing up the stairs. “YN, YN, where are you?” He shouted, looking around your room and bathroom upstairs. He ran back down the stairs, stopping at the bottom. “YN,” he bleated, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Thor, did you find anything?” Bruce questioned from the phone in Thor’s hand.
“She’s uh….she’s not here. She’s gone,” he sniffled, squeezing his eyes shut. “All her stuff is here, but she’s gone.”
“All units responding to 761 High Ridge Drive, please be advised we also have a critical missing adult female: YN Odinson Russo.”
“He found her.” Thor’s voice dropped, making his body tensed up. Every nerve in his body felt like it was on fire, causing the hair on his arm to stand up straight. He let out a deep calming breath, but it did nothing to calm him down.
“Hey, man. We’ll find her.”
“Bye, Bruce,” Thor grunted, hanging up the phone. He let out a frustrated sigh, running his hand through his hair. This wasn’t supposed to happen. How did he let this happen? He was supposed to protect you, but he failed you again. He promised you, and now, he broke that promise. He gave you to Billy without even giving you a chance, and Steve almost died in the process.
A noise behind him made his body jerk around in one swift motion with his hands raised, ready to throw a punch but dropped them once he heard it coming from the closet. He took a cautious step towards it and pulled it open, jumping back with his fists raised. He dropped them, seeing Cosmo whining and staring up at him. “What happened here boy?”
Cosmo stepped out of the closet, and that’s when Thor’s eye caught the red marks around his mouth. “Did you bite him?” Cosmo whined, forcing a slight smile to Thor’s lips. “Did I call your kind noisy earlier; well, I meant amazing.” Thor leaned down, scratching him on the head, staring at the stained fur around his mouth. Thor’s mouth spread into a closed-mouth smile with a single tear escaping down his cheek.
Thor watched the crime scene unit take pictures, seeing the flashes repeat themselves over and over again. He bit his lip, picturing Steve lying motionless on the ground as he tried to imagine a better outcome for you. Were you okay? Were you hurt?
“Hey, big guy. How are you holding up?” Nat asked, placing a hand on his shoulder. He shrugged in response, not breaking eye contact with the front door. “Do you know what happened?”
He shook his head, catching her eye. “He did it, Nat. I know it was him; It was Billy.”
“Hey, we can’t assume it's him. For all, we know he is still in New York. We will figure this out as long as you let us do our jobs.”
“Are you kidding me?” He stood up straighter, pushing Nat’s hand away from him. “My sister, one of your best friends, goes missing, and you think some random asshole off the street came in, hit Steve over the head, and stabbed him, and then, what...for shits and giggles was like BLEUGH, let’s kidnap her. I mean, come on, who else would want to hurt her, Nat? Who?”
“You don’t think I know that. You don’t think I know what that asshole put her through. You don’t think I suspected it was him when the call came through because I did...and if you think you’re the only one hurting right now, you’re wrong,” She countered, poking him on the chest. Thor clenched his jaw, staring down at her to see tears threatening to fall in her eyes. “You need to trust us and let us do our job. The same way people put their trust in you to save their lives.” She pursed her lips, stepping away from him to go inside to look at the crime scene.”
“She’s right, man,” Clint added, standing off to the side. “Let us do our thing, and we’ll catch him.”
Thor looked down at his watch, still standing in the same spot on the grass. He was supposed to be getting questioned but like everything else. They were taking their sweet time when they should be focusing on finding you.
“Hi, I’m Detective Nick Fury, and from what I understand, you're YN’s brother.” Thor tilted his head, sizing up the man with an eye patch, noticing Nat and Clint behind him.
“Yes, how can I help?”
“From what my associates have filled me in on, they say you believe it was her ex-husband--” he flipped through his note pad “--Billy Russo. Yet, he lives some 3,000 miles away in New York City, so at this point, he isn’t guilty of anything.” He arched an eyebrow at Thor. “Did he know she was here?”
“Well… no, I don’t think so…but he did tell her if she ever left him, he would kill her.”
“Did YN tell you this?”
“Did Russo threaten and/or hurt YN before this?”
“She did file for divorce a day or so ago. It could have put her back on his radar.” Nat spoke up from behind him, and Fury nodded his head, writing a few notes in his notepad.
“We will look into him. Now, you mentioned to dispatch that before Rogers passed out, he mentioned someone by the name of Jig. Does that name sound familiar to you or you two behind me?” Nat and Clint both arched a bow, looking at each other, and mumbled no.
“No, I don’t know him,” Thor answered, furrowing his brows together before his eyes shot open wide. “WAIT, Fury. I remember Steve mentioning this new friend he was playing pool with; I never met him, but now, I know why because it was Billy. He got close to Steve so he could get close to YN.” Fury stared at him, trying to wrap his head around it. “What, you don’t believe me? I mean...look at Steve’s phone. It’s right by the door; check for yourself.”
Fury sighed, looking at him. “It’s a good theory, but unfortunately, the phone is locked. We can’t open it without the victim's consent.”
“He’s in the hospital right now after almost dying. I think that gives you consent to look at any of his things as long as it pertains to finding my sister,” Thor shouted, standing up taller and pointing at the front door.
“They will subpoena his phone records, but it’ll take time,” Nat added, crossing her arms. Thor shot her a hard glare, shaking his head with a vengeful smile.
“This is ridiculous. What if YN doesn’t have time? For all, we know she could be dead already because all of you are wasting time here instead of going out and looking for her. Come on, Billy did this.” Thor said, slapping his hand into his palm. “It’s like every crime documentary I've watched; it’s always the husband, boyfriend, lover, or ex...” Thor rolled his eyes and started pacing back and forth. “He almost killed Steve, and he could--he could kill her next.” His voice drifted off, rubbing his forehead.
“But he didn’t…” Clint stated, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Maybe you’re right; Billy did this. He found out where she was and hurt Steve, but YN’s not here...and if all he wanted to do was kill her…”
“...then I would have found her, too,” he sniffled, clenching and unclenching his jaw.
“And you didn’t.” Clint squeezed his shoulder. “She was alive when he took her, and we have to hold onto that right now.” Thor gulped, staring blankly at the front porch.
“You’re right,” he breathed, staring down at Clint, nodding to Fury and Nat. “I should let you work. I’m gonna head to the hospital to see Steve...that is if we are done here?”
“We’re done for now,” Fury nodded, watching Thor go to his truck.
“You don’t think you’re gonna find her alive, do you?” Nat asked Fury, crossing her arms across her chest.
“In these situations, the most dangerous time for a woman is when she leaves her abuser. YN knew this, that’s why she was hiding, but if it is him…well, these scenarios usually don’t come with a happy ending.”
“Do we have any witnesses?”
“None.” He shook his head. “At this time, we are still trying to access her security footage, but we did manage to get access to a street camera across the street. The image is a little grainy, but it did catch what looked to be a man forcing her into his car. All we got is a dark-colored sedan, which doesn’t exactly narrow down our search.”
“Nope, it just sounds like a bad guy's car,” Clint added, nodding his head.
Thor sat on one of the uncomfortable waiting room chairs, leaning his head against the wall. Steve was still in surgery, and by the looks of it, no one found you yet. Bucky and Val showed up a little while ago and were both in the corner talking with Carol, who got there first. Thor sat there quietly, staring at nothing with his blood ragging and fighting the urge to punch something. He leaned forward, hunching himself over rubbing his face with his hands. He sighed, removing his hands, spotting a pair of workbooks in front of him. His eyes traveled up to see Val standing in front of him.
“Mind if I sit?” Thor pointed to the spot next to him and nodded with pursed lips. “I drew the short straw,” Val confessed, forcing him to scoff. “How are you doing?”
“I’m good, great even. The rage, vengeance, and anger coursing through my veins is nothing compared to what Billy is going to be feeling when I find that bastard.” He forced a smile, letting out a soft determined chuckle. Val placed a hand around his wrist, and he stared at her hand, feeling his invisible vail start to slip from his face.
“Everyone is feeling that way right now, but how are you really?”
He cleared his throat, glancing between Val and the floor, letting out a shaky breath. “I uh...I told YN that she didn’t need to keep running, that she should stay here and start over where she would be safe. I would keep her safe,” he sniffled, rubbing at his nose. “She had this dramatic plan all laid out, I was only her first stop, but then I convinced her to stay. I promised her I would protect her and keep her out of harm's way.” He stared off into the distance. “But, he still found her, and I broke our promise. If she left like she planned to and she kept running, he never would’ve found her.”
Val sighed beside him, squeezing his wrist before letting go. “It’s not your fault. Yeah, sure, you might have promised her things, but I know YN wouldn’t want you blaming yourself. Hell, she would smack you upside the head if she knew what you were thinking.” She knocked her shoulder with his, and he smirked, nodding his head. “There is no telling what would've happened if she kept running. He might have caught up with her, he might not have, but if he did, she would’ve been alone and scared.”
“She’s alone with him…now”
“But, I don’t think she is as scared as she would’ve been if it wasn’t for you being there and helping her through this.” Thor caught her eye as a stray tear fell down his cheek, but he quickly wiped it away, hoping it would go unnoticed.. “Dude, she was happy here, and I bet it was the happiest she's been in a long time.”
Thor was about to say something when his phone started ringing. He pulled it from his pocket, seeing Loki's name flashing on the screen. “It’s my brother; I better take this.” Thor stood up, answering it while he walked to a quiet hallway.
“What happened, brother?”
“Why would you assume something happened? I could’ve just called to see how you’ve been or asked about the movie you’re working on.”
“It’s a theatre production, not a film, but seriously brother, what’s the problem?”
Thor walked back and forth in the hallway, not knowing what to say or how to say it. He breathed into the phone, leaning against the wall, staring up at the ceiling. He pinched the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes shut.
“What do you want me to say? That I messed up again. And our little sister is yet again in danger because of me. Or how one of my good friends is in the hospital, fighting for his life.”
“What? She’s gone? How did this happen?” Loki shouted into the phone, forcing Thor to remove it from his ear. “Thor. You had one job, just the one; keep our little sister safe. And you couldn’t even do it,” he snapped with an exasperated tone.
“I did keep her safe. Sorry, I wasn’t coddling her like you did in New York. I, at least let her have a life, make friends, and have fun without me being…”
“I beg your pardon, we had fun here, and she has tons of friends here,” Loki interrupted.
“Well, at least I encouraged her to stay and start over instead of galavanting around like a chicken.”
“Why a chicken?”
“It’s a saying, I don’t remember the other half of it, but it’s not important. YN managed to find a new life, and she’s happy here.”
“I never said she wasn’t happy, and she wasn’t unhappy in New York either. It all comes back to the sleazebag she married.”
“We finally agree on something,” Thor added with a knowing smile. “If only sister could see us now?”
"She isn’t to know about this.”
“She wouldn’t believe us anyway.”
“You have a point there.” Thor could picture Loki’s wicked smirk on his face.
“When can you get here?”
“I’m leaving for the airport now. I’ll see you soon, brother.” Loki hung up, and Thor closed his eyes, letting out a deep breath.
Thor came back to the waiting room to find Nat and Clint there with their notepads out, probably asking them questions about Steve. He returned to the chair he was sitting in before, hunching himself over and twirling his phone around in his hand with his leg bouncing. He caught Nat’s eye, and he shot her a hard glare, shaking his head. She didn’t even care that one of her best friends was abducted; instead, she was more worried about her job and following orders; when did she decide to finally become a rule follower. Thor heard footsteps approach him, and he looked beside him to see Sam.
“Hey man, I heard what happened. Sorry, I’m so late. I took an extra shift. Everything alright? Do you need anything?” Sam asked, taking the seat next to him.
“No news and I’m doing fine,” Thor gulped, leaning back and resting his hands together on his stomach.
“Any news on Steve?” Thor shook his head, staring straight ahead. “Do the police have any leads on YN?”
“None. As far as I am aware.” He shrugged, pointing to Nat and Clint. “They haven’t told me anything yet.”
Sam nodded, glancing between Thor and Nat, sensing something happened earlier. “How were Steve’s injuries? Was he still conscious?
“They seemed severe, but we’ve both seen worse. He had a gash on the side of his head, a knife sticking out of his torso. There was quite a bit of blood. He was unconscious, but he did manage to say YN and Jig before he passed out again. Never met him, so I don’t know if he has something to do with this. I have my theories, but the police aren’t looking into it. I told them to check his phone to see if Jig’s number matches her ex-husbands and that maybe he was lying about his name, but it’s breaking the chain of custody or some nonsense.” Thor crossed his arms, shaking his head.
“Wait, Steve said Jig,” Sam questioned, and Thor nodded, having explained this multiple times so far. “You know I suspected him to be a little off when I met him at Happy’s. He seemed a little too full of himself with his hair gelled back, and his... “
“You’ve met him,” Thor asked, sitting up straight with wide eyes. “If I bring up a picture of him. Do you think you could recognize him?” Sam nodded, and Thor scrolled through his phone until he found a picture of you and Billy. “Is this him?”
“Yeah, that’s the guy. How did…” Sam’s eyes grew wide. “Oh, shit.”
“I knew it.” Thor shot out of his chair heading straight for Nat.
AN: Thanks for reading Part 16. Oh snap! How did this happen? Things were going so well, her and Steve were going to go on a date, but now she got kidnapped, Steve is in the hospital, and Cosmo got shoved into a closet. And just when Thor was starting to forgive himself for past events, this shit happens! And what is going on with Nat being a rule follower all the sudden? Interesting...And now, Loki is on his way to LA. (I never wrote him before, so I hope I did him justice!!) And for those of you that are 9-1-1 fans, it is similar to the kidnapping episode, you know the one. I like how they concocted it, so I worked off of that, but I did tweak it to my liking. As many suspected, Jig turned out to be Billy. It's a good thing Sam met him that night otherwise who knows how long it would've taken for them to realize. Also, I am curious if any of you Googled the name Jig with Marvel because I did, and he popped right up! Haha! Or did my subtle hints help you figure it out? Anyways, any theories as to what's to come? Will Thor ever be able to forgive himself? Is Steve gonna pull through? Are they going to find her in time? So many questions...I hope you all enjoyed Thor's POV in this part, I thought it would be a good change of pace. Anywho, my ramble is done, comments always welcome! Thanks again for reading!
You work with Captain America, but the relationship remained as co-worker. You are a SHIELD agent, specialized in strategy management of the team.
Being a woman, surrounded by men, it is important for you to prove your ability. Even you have to be involved in heated argument with Captain himself during planning a mission for the Avengers. Not that you dislike him, you just have different strategy, the better one - you thought.
One day, you visited Peggy's grave. It was her one year commemoration. She was your idol growing up.
Captain also went to the grave on the same day. His mind wondering why he would meet you there. "Are you her relative?", he asked.
You told him how you adore her, even you were lucky to be able to meet her before she passed away.
Steve got excited to share Peggy's story with you. Sometimes, he read your expression, maybe you hinted a boredom in his long story. He was glad that you were still interested listening to him.
In the middle of your conversation, your stomach growled. He chuckled at the sound. "Wanna continue over breakfast? I know a diner nearby", he offered.
You gladly accepted the offer. When you and Steve were walking out from cemetery complex, he realized that you rode an antique motorcycle. He finally found someone who shared the same interest as him.
Both of you ended up talking about each other's personal life during breakfast. He is quite an interesting gentlemen - you thought.
"Friendly" date became a routine for both of you. Steve realized he might be falling for you, but he was scared that you might feel different. You also felt the same. But he is still into Peggy, get a hold of yourself - you took mental note.
You tried to bottle up your feeling, until it finally broke.
"It is a suicide mission, Cap! You could get killed", you shouted as disagreeing with his plan.
The argument went quite long. Fury and the other Avengers excused themselves out from meeting room, fully aware that the argument would last very long. Both of you are known to be the most stubborn person.
"So what? At least the world is safe!", he shouted back.
"Then what about me? How could I lose someone I care about. No, someone I like". You blurted out all of your feelings. You could feel tears pooling your eyes. Damn, you never imagine it would turn out like this.
"You what?". Steve furrowed his eyebrows. "Nevermind", you hurriedly leave the meeting room.
Steve could not believe what he just heard. You like him. He could not understand the feeling, he got excited but worried about you at the same time. He decided to go to your apartment.
"What do you want, Cap?". You opened the door and tried to avoid Steve gaze. His blue eyes were your weaknesses.
He called your name, but you only hummed back in respond. He finally lifted your chin to meet your eyes.
"I like you too". He smiled at you. "I thought you don't feel the same, because I don't want-"
You hugged him before he finished. He stood still for seconds before hugging you back.
"Can I kiss you?", he whispered.
You giggled at his question. Such a gentleman. You nodded.
He kissed you slowly and passionately. You kissed him back in the same manner. It was a long kiss until two of you need to breathe.
It was official after the kiss. Both of you agreed to keep the relationship as secret. Steve does not comfortable with PDA, and you want to keep things professional in work. Beside, you do not want to live under his shadow. He respects your decision.
The Avengers did not know about your relationship, yet.
"Do you want to come? It's just a dinner, doll". Steve asked you to be his plus one in Christmas Eve dinner with Avengers. You seemed conflicted.
"I mean it's fine if you don't want to. It's just Nat won't stop giving me list of girls to date and Tony thought I was having an imaginary girlfriend". He showed his puppy eyes. You could not say no to him, especially after he told you what he was going through. You finally agreed to come with him
"Another mission from Fury?", Tony asked as soon as you arrived at the compound.
Steve came and wrapped his arm around your hips. "Everyone, meet my girlfriend".
Everyone dropped their jaw. It became silent for a moment until Nat came to you. "C'mon, tell us more and Steve, nice choice", she winked at you.
"But how- since when?", Tony stuttered.
"A year ago", you and Steve answered in unison.
"Well, Tony you owed each of us twenty dollar", Bruce grinned.
i like how we all collectively agreed that steve is an artistic person and his drawing skills play such an important role in half of the fics, when in reality we've only seen, like, a one drawing from him of a dancing monkey for two seconds of screen time