#Steve Rogers imagines
Who We Are || Part II
Pairing: Dark!Steve Rogers x Dark!Reader
Summary: You know what you want out of life. You want to be loved—to be safe. You want to be taken care of and to take care of someone who will appreciate it. But you've been shackled, trapped in a never-ending nightmare. And your only saving grace will be enticing the dark side of America's golden hero to want you—a game of who's manipulating who.
SERIES WARNINGS: 18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI. Dubcon sex, noncon/rape, somnophilia, manipulative behaviour, possessive behaviour, dark themes. Do NOT read if these are triggering for you.
CHAPTER WARNINGS: noncon/rape, somnophilia
[Set after Civil War & the Accords were abolished]
Note: I’m thinking this series will probably have 10 parts? Things will start to pick up! Comment reblog responses & taglist will be at @sincerelythedarksidereblogs. Penny for your thoughts?
There's something to be said about heroes and prince charmings.
If you are the damsel in distress, realize now that no one is coming to save you. The hero will sacrifice you to save everyone else, and prince charming is always the beast in disguise.
This is a lesson you've learned early on after being captured. As the damsel in distress, you have two options: accept your fate with the beast or do what you must to save yourself.
It's hard to say which option you've chosen. There was a time where you had tried to save yourself. When telling your mother was no longer an option, you had tried many things.
There had been various acts of running. Henry was graciously patient with you, and instead of coming through with his threat, he showed you that he could find you, that there was no place for you to run.
You've tried to find peace on the side by dating different men.
There were other socialites, cops, CEOs, and politicians. Henry got rid of them too easily. His influences reached too wide, and he was determined to keep you in it without anyone else.
So, seeing other men no longer interested you. There was no point. So, you think you turned to try to accept your fate with the beast.
After all, it was easier in some ways. Your mother stayed happy, and you didn't feel like you had to fight all the time. You tried to be good, be what Henry wanted, but he just didn't know anything outside of keeping a leash on you and using your body.
You were just a thing to him. A pretty thing that he owned. As long as you didn't try to escape him, things were always stagnant.
You came home a little after 2AM, exhausted and ready to sleep. But, lying in bed, your mind replayed the night over and over.
Steve Rogers had something dark lurking just beneath the surface. You wonder what kind of darkness it was. Was it like Henry? Or was it like yours?
You like the idea that Captain America stood for freedom. He could be yours. But what did Steve Rogers stand for?
You're pretty sure that if you just confessed to Steve about Henry, the goodness in him would do something. But you didn't want Captain America to handle your shackles the just way. Henry would merely, but finally, go to jail. But even Captain America could only keep a civilian like Henry in prison for so long.
It wasn't like Henry was a threat to the world—just yours. Henry would eventually make it out of jail, and he would come through good on his threat. Your mother's happiness would shatter like glass, and there would be no one to blame but yourself for the misery that would come after.
So, you don't need Captain America—you need Steve Rogers.
You were done trying to accept your fate with the beast, and you were done trying to save yourself.
You're going to create a third option: find another beast to save you.
You wake to something painful. Sensation slowly returns to you as you realize your legs are spread with something heavy settled in between.
"Oh, are you awake, pretty girl?" The voice is gruff before you feel sloppy kisses on your neck and collarbone.
You grunt as you squirm against the harsh thrusts, your shirt pushed up just past your chest.
"Nice and quiet now," Henry whispers in your ear. "Didn't hear you come home, you naughty girl. You know I like fucking you when you come back. You need it, don't you? A nice, rough fucking to help you sleep."
You don't answer it, but Henry grips your hair brutally.
"You need it, don't you?" He hisses in your ear.
"Yes," you gasp, but the grip doesn't loosen any.
"That's what I thought," he mumbles before he slams his lips against yours.
You want to say stop, that the sensation doesn't feel right. There's not enough pleasure to go with the pain. But you know, saying such words have no effect—that Henry doesn't care about things like your pleasure unless he wants to humiliate you.
You're just a tight hole to him.
"Keep your legs spread," Henry warns you when you squirm.
He begins to thrust faster and harder, wanting to reach his end.
"God, you feel good. I'm going to keep you forever," Henry's hand slides down to grip your breast viciously.
You feel your stomach drop. Your head shakes slightly in reflex.
"You think I can't?" Henry laughs cruelly. "Who else is going to want you? This pussy belongs to me. God, it's unbelievable you're still so tight after I've fucked you so many times. You think anyone else is going to want you after I've used you up?"
You want to screw your eyes shut, but you know that will only make Henry angry.
"Don't worry, pretty girl, I'll keep you right by me always," Henry gives you a hard smile. "You'll marry who I tell you to, live where I buy you a house. I might even knock you up and everyone will think it belongs to your husband, but we'll all know who it really belongs to. Well, everyone except your mum. She'll be so happy, though."
You bite your tongue, but you're starting to see the horrible future he's describing.
Henry's thrust starts getting erratic, quicker and harder.
"Fuck, gonna cum," he groans.
The same as always. There had been somewhat of a build, but Henry was quick to chase his own pleasure.
You feel the familiar hot, sticky ropes of his cum shoot inside you. All you can do is be thankful you're on birth control.
Henry stills, riding out his orgasm until he finally settles and pulls out of you.
You turn your head to see it's barely 5AM. Your mum would still be dead asleep and would be for another six hours at least.
Henry gets up, grabbing his pants from the floor as he puts them on. He turns and smirks at you. "I have to get ready for work. It's your day off, isn't it?"
You sit up, nodding as you feel his cum slide out of you.
"Make sure you're home for dinner," Henry tells you. "I'll be bringing home a nice, new associate from work. I've taken him under my wing and he's just so grateful, you know? Would do anything I asked since it guarantees his future."
The way Henry is smirking at you has your stomach dropping.
His words as he fucked you weren't just a sick fantasy to help him reach his end. Henry was serious that he was going to control every aspect of your life to keep you close.
This was the start. Introducing you to some man you'd have to date before marrying. This stranger would do it just to make sure his future was set. He would be allowed to take other women as long as he didn't touch you because you're only Henry's to touch.
It's been a long time since you felt the urge to vomit.
Henry kisses the side of your head, pleased by everything. "I'll see you later tonight, pretty girl." He leaves your room quietly without another word.
You feel sick—scared. Your thighs and hands tremble. You shakily get up to get into your shower.
You had wanted to take things slowly, but there was a chance you couldn't afford slow. You couldn't just wait for days at work and hope Steve showed up.
You need to create your own opportunities.
Despite your determination, your day started off slowly. You made breakfast for your mum to heat up when she decided to wake. You skipped out yourself, in no mood to eat as you lounged around.
After that, you decided to go to the local cafe before going on a walk through Central Park. You were in somewhat of a daze.
How would you create more opportunities to see Steve? It wasn't like you knew where their secret base was—though you suspected it wouldn't be so close to the city. You could try to hang around the Stark Tower, but at most, you'd see Tony Stark.
It wasn't until you heard your name being called that you stopped and turned around. Shock entered your face as you witnessed the man in question jogging up to you.
Steve was wearing a t-shirt, sweats, and runners. You realized he was out on a run, doing poorly to conceal himself with a baseball cap.
"Steve," you smiled lightly at him. "Hi."
"Hi," Steve grinned back at you. "Out for a walk?"
You nodded, tucking your hair behind your ear as you peered up at him. Steve's eyes dilated as he watched you.
"Yeah," you nod. "I see you're out on a run. Do you often go on a run here?"
The question was innocent enough.
"Yeah," Steve smiled at you. "It's close to my apartment and the view is nice."
You blinked, surprised that Steve had his own apartment. You would've assumed he lived with the other Avengers.
"I go at the same time unless I have other things to do. I don't think I've seen you out here before," Steve tilts his head, and you feel a blush rise to your cheeks.
You shake your head. "I'm only here once in a while. I like the coffee shop near here," your voice trails.
"Ah," Steve answers, having caught the coffee in your hand and the brand. "Surprisingly, I don't think I've ever had their coffee yet."
You looked affronted, and Steve had to press his lips together to prevent himself from laughing.
"You're definitely missing out," you tell him as you lift your coffee to offer him some.
Steve's eyes widen a little at the gesture, and you feel a momentary wave of panic that maybe this was too much. But before you could apologize and see if he had time to go to the coffee shop again with you, Steve takes the cup. He lifts it to his lip, tipping the cup back and letting the iced beverage slide over his tongue and down his throat.
It's not as acidic or bitter as usual coffee is. It was also smoother and sweeter, but not too sweet because you hadn't put too much sugar flavouring.
Steve lets out a pleased hum, feeling his groins burn when you look excited.
"It's good," he concedes as he hands the cup back to you.
Steve has to try to control himself from getting a boner when he watches you take a sip of your coffee, your lips exactly in the same place he put his.
"It's cold brew and they make it the best," you smile. "They have really good bakery items too."
"You'll have to show me one of these days," Steve tells you.
You let another flush reach up to your cheeks because you see the way Steve can't stop looking at you when you do.
"Okay," you agree, and Steve feels satisfied with it.
A silence falls between the two of you, standing there and looking at each other. Strangers pass by the two of you.
Steve checks his watch before looking back at you. "I just finished my jog but I haven't eaten breakfast yet. Have you?"
You shake your head.
"Would you want to eat together?" Steve asks shyly. "I know a great diner nearby."
You pause for a moment, absently thinking about how such a great opportunity has fallen in your lap.
Steve frowns at the pause. "I mean, you don't have to," he backpedals. "I understand if you think it's weird to see me outside of work..."
You shake your head. "No, I don't mind," you tell him. "Usually I do try to refrain from seeing my regulars outside of work but seeing how we already have our own little special arrangement when I'm at work, I think we can manage breakfast without it being strange. You're definitely one of my less weird regulars."
Steve grins at that. "Just less weird?"
"That's as good as my compliment gets. Don't go fishing for more, Mr. Rogers," you waggle your finger at him.
A laugh erupts from Steve, and you let yourself smile at the sound.
"Fine, I'll accept less weird," Steve concedes. "Do you mind if we stop by my place first? I'm pretty gross and sweaty. I think I'd be doing us both a favour if I showered before we went to eat."
You pause again before you nod. "Sure."
Steve smiled as he walked with you back to his apartment.
You were so sweet, so trusting of him.
Sure, there had been moments of hesitation, but you agreed in the end.
His body felt flushed with how hard he was fighting off a boner from forming. Steve knew he was going to have to rub one out when he was in the shower.
It was wrong, Steve knew. The lines and boundaries he set for himself were starting to blur a little. But he craved you. It had been a couple of months now since he started going to the casino as much as he could and when he knew you'd be performing.
But it wasn't enough. Those few short hours weren't enough.
Steve would end up going home late at night, waking Sharon with heated kisses before fucking her. It was good; it always was. But then he'd start imagining what it'd be like if you were the one underneath him as he ploughs into you.
Sharon was a good bed partner. She was passionate, but she was also domineering. It was fine for Steve; it made for good sex at times.
But Steve imagines you would be a little more bashful in bed. He imagines you'd try to muffle the sounds of your pleasure he inflicted upon you until it was too much and you couldn't hold back anymore.
Steve imagined you so blind with the pleasure he gave you, words of plea leaving your mouth that you didn't even realize you were begging him to let you cum. You'd be so soft and pliant in his hands.
And then, you'd beg him to cum inside you.
Steve had to take a shuddering breath to calm himself, ripping himself out of those thoughts of you while he walked.
The two of you had been talking about plays and the upcoming ones that would be performing in New York.
Steve liked the way your eyes sparkled when you talked and focused on him. You were attentive like that when talking to anyone.
He wanted it for himself.
The line was blurring again.
Steve blames Sharon. Sharon was supposed to be everything he needed to be good and proper. And for the most part, he was when she was around.
But Sharon had gone on a mission and wouldn't be back for a while, and she refused Steve's offer to join her, stating she didn't need him.
Sharon didn't need him.
Steve looked at you as you talked. Did you need him?
With Sharon gone and leaving Steve's days to have more empty time, Steve found himself straying—straying towards you.
It was been easy enough to find out your work schedule early on. Steve had tried to leave it at that. Then, just to satiate himself, he found out where you lived but just so he could tell himself that going near that area was off-limits. He had done so well.
Until last night.
It was after your shift ended, the two of you giggling over the terrible cocktail you made for him, having long run out of the things you did know how to make.
When the night ended, he didn't want to go separate ways.
And so, it was too easy to follow you home.
Although Steve had known the area you lived in, he was still shocked to see the posh house you lived in. It made him wonder why you bothered to have a strange night job at the casino. The property was vast and gated, with security cameras everywhere and guard dogs outside that kept him from crossing even more lines.
Steve watched you enter your house, the light turning on in one room that he now knew was yours. You had the curtains open, naive and unsuspecting that anyone would be watching you late at night.
Steve watched you strip, his cock hardening at the bare top-half of your body. He palmed himself through his jeans. He was just looking, he reminded himself. It wasn't long after you turned off the lights, and he assumed you went to bed.
Still, Steve stayed there the entire night, and it was early morning that he saw you leave your house.
He hid behind a tree as you got into a car. Steve ran after the vehicle with a respectful distance to keep himself from being exposed. It wasn't long that Steve realized the car was taking you to Central Park. He hadn't been lying when his apartment was nearby. He quickly made it back to his apartment, changing into jogging attire before making it back out.
Steve was a fast runner; it didn't take him long to find you. You were walking slowly and aimlessly with coffee in your hand, and he followed you for a little while before he called out your name.
"This is me," Steve tells you, and you clutch your bag a little tighter as you look up at the tall building.
"Which floor?" You ask him.
"Posh," you tell him with a teasing smile, and Steve laughs again. He refrains from saying that you're the real posh one with where you live.
The ride up the elevator is simple, and you end up hovering a little closer to Steve when a group of pretentious frat boys get onto the elevator. Steve can tell the young boys make you uncomfortable, and it warmed his heart to see you inch closer to him.
It was proof, wasn't it? That you needed him, you saw him as safe.
The crowded elevator gives Steve the chance to put his broad arm around you and pull you a little closer to avoid being bumped. You look a little shocked but turn and look up at him with an appreciative smile.
You're so sweet, Steve thinks. And you smell good. You smell like a warm August day and cinnamon.
Steve helps you get off the elevator, navigating you through the trust-fund frat boys who belong on the top floors. Noticing one of the boys gazing at your backside with a leer, Steve turns his head back with an absolute menacing glare that scares them all.
No one wanted to be on the bad side of Captain America.
When the two of you enter his apartment, he watches you look around with curiosity.
"Just make yourself at home, I'll be out in about twenty-five minutes," Steve tells you. Usually, it would only take him twenty, but he's giving himself the extra five to jerk off in the shower to the thought of you finally in his apartment.
"This is a nice place, Steve," you tell him genuinely. The place is homey and clean, with tiny plants everywhere. It's a little piece of freedom that you want.
Steve smiles at you with a quick thanks before he runs off to the bathroom. He watches you for a moment longer before he shuts the door. The sight of you putting your bag down and taking off your sweater, and sitting on his couch gives him plenty of fantasies for his shower.
You turn on the TV so Steve would think you're watching something. Then, when you hear the water turn on, you get up and start looking around the place a little more closely.
You're careful to not touch anything because Steve would undoubtedly know. A part of you is in a bit of shock that you're actually in Captain America's apartment.
It's a lovely two-bedroom and two-bathroom with a kitchen and living space area. You suppose that being an Avenger would have to yield some good money.
One of the bedrooms is a workspace, it seems with computers set up and utterly barren with anyone important being locked in cabinets.
When you walk into the master bedroom, you take your time to look around. The room feels distinctly like Steve. Clean, simple, with a bit of art on the walls. But it also had a feminine touch to it.
Then, you see a picture on the nightstand. It's of Steve and another blonde woman. She's beautiful, you think. She's got long, straight hair, a pearly-white smile, clear skin, and long lashes.
Steve Rogers had a girlfriend. And from the gun just under the woman's jacket in the photo, they were in the same line of work.
That puts a little kink in your plans. This was now more than just seducing Steve Rogers. Now, you had his girlfriend to worry about too.
You check the other washroom and the closet. There are a few things in it: an extra toothbrush and other basic women's toiletries. The closet had her clothes in it as well, but not too much.
Alright, you nod. They were probably a little serious, but they weren't living together yet. Since she wasn't here and Steve asked to have breakfast with you, you took a guess that she was out of town right now.
Maybe on a mission.
You had no idea when his girlfriend would be back, but you needed to take advantage of the times she wasn't here. It would be a little hard to juggle between work and Henry wanting you home in the evening when he was back, but you could manage.
You hear the shower turning off, and you leave his bedroom precisely the way you found it as you go back to sit on the couch, hugging a cushion and settling in like you've been there the entire time.
You need to make the most of breakfast this morning.
And you need to find out more about his girlfriend—find out about what kind of woman Steve Rogers dates.
But in the end, she needed to go.
She seemed like a nice woman, but there's no one who needs Steve Rogers more than you.
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COLD HAND, WARM COCK - Bucky Barnes
PLOT: Bucky watches you train and you’ve had enough. Sam and Steve catch you. This is a fic from the Avengers Tower days where they all lived together. Based off this picture.
WARNING: Unprotected sex
Fists smacking into the bag, you step back so that it doesn’t knock you onto your arse, before darting back towards it and booting it with your foot. Grunting as the impact reverberated up your spine, you knew Nat would criticise your poor technique if she had been training with you. Your mind was otherwise preoccupied to think about your stance. For weeks you had been tense and coiled tightly all because of the newest resident of the Avengers Tower.
Bucky Barnes had been living across the hall from you for almost a year now and yet you still hadn’t relaxed fully around him. You were constantly aware of his presence and it had taken him a few months of Steve forcing the two of you to spend time together until he had relaxed around you. However, you had developed a strong bond since the night you found him on the balcony at 2am, staring up at the moon and shaking. It wasn’t a cold night and the distant look in his eyes informed you that something was wrong. You had pulled him in for a tight hug and he had spilled his heart to you about his nightmare. Happiness bubbled in your chest when - a few days later - you had teased him about his metal arm. Biting your tongue, you waited for the usual stony glare he shot you (or even an indifferent remark) but instead he had let out a small chuckle before responding with his own quip.
The first time the two of you had been sent on a mission alone, he had lost control for a millisecond when you two had returned to the motel room. Deep in thought, he had been startled when your small hand touched his right arm. Before you could speak, you were pressed against the beige wall and a vibranium arm was crushing your windpipe. Despite the fact that you were gasping for air, you refused to hurt him and instead begged for him to let you go. Looking down at your bloodshot eyes and tear stained cheeks, he dropped you instantly. Cowering in a corner on the other side of the room, he pleaded for your forgiveness; apologies spilled from his mouth with every other sentence. The pair of you had spent the night cuddled up in the small motel bed, your hand stroking his hair as his tears dripped onto your neck. Flowers had been left outside your door out of gratitude for your help and your silence. If you had told the other team what had happened, he would’ve been forced back to the ‘luxury psych hotel’.
As the bond between the two of you grew, so did the sexual tension. Electricity coursed through your veins each time he brushed past you. His cock jumped every time you smiled at him like he was one of the best people in your life. Sarcastic comments had been traded for teasing comments. Lingering touches and “incidental brushes” of your chest and his ass had you spending numerous nights with your fingers deep inside you and Bucky’s name tumbling past your lips. Exhaling deeply, you felt those piercing blue eyes that haunt your dreams staring at your figure.
“Can I help you, Mr Barnes? I know in your old age your memory starts to falter but this is a training room. You should be training, not lounging about.” You say, snarkily.
A heat ignited in your core when you turned to look at him. Seated on the bench, his legs were spread wide open, elbows resting on his knees. Hands dangling in between them, the veins in his right harm rippled as he flexed his muscles and his metal arm gleamed in the fluorescent lighting. Mouth hung slightly open, his tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip as he brazenly looked you up and down.
“And you should be training, not shaking your ass at me,” he smirked, leaning forward to see how you would react.
Taking a step towards him, you circle him before coming to a stop behind him. Leaning down, you whispered in his ear and smiled at the goosebumps that appeared on his neck. “I shake my ass for myself and myself only. Anyway, Barnes, you should be keeping your eyes to yourself. I’m far too young for you, Grandpa.”
“Oh, Doll, I could show you things that would have your legs shaking.” Bucky taunted, grabbing your arm as you tried to move away and swinging you into his lap.
Gasping at the sudden movement, you felt your panties dampen when he forced your legs on either side of him so that you were straddling his lap. One warm hand and one cold hand rested on your bare waist, an erotic combination that had your heart quickening. Forehead resting upon his own, your breath mingled with Bucky’s. Once more, his tongue licked his bottom lip but with your close proximity, it tickled your own lips slightly. Both of you knew that there would be no backing down or running away this time. Needing something to soothe the fire within your stomach, you made the first move.
Leaning forward, you connected your lips, hands sliding into his hair and giving a slight tug. Moaning into your mouth, Bucky bucked his hips against you. Tongue brushing against his, you squeaked in surprise when you found yourself on the floor. Your hands grip the bottom of his shirt and he pulls away from you to allow you to pull it over his head. Instead of reclaiming your lips, Bucky trailed open-mouthed kisses down your neck, sucking against a small spot that had your hips bumping against his.
“Buck!” You shrieked in shock when his metal arm grasped your breast. The coldness of the metal hand had you crawling away.
“I’m sorry, Doll. I didn’t mean to scare you.” Bucky frowned, lines forming between his brows as he backed away. Leaning up on your elbows, you reassured him that his metal arm didn’t scare you at all.
“You don’t scare me, Buck. I trust you completely. It was just cold.”
However, he still looked doubtful so you grabbed his metal arm and placed it on your stomach. Waiting to see what you would do next, Bucky’s cocky persona returned once you pushed his hand under the waistband of your shorts.
“Y/N, are you sure?”
“Buck, if you don’t fuck me right now, I will go and jump one of those newbies.”
A rip sound echoed throughout the training room and your mouth dropped open at the sight of your shorts in his hand; torn in two. Before you could berate him, his mouth pressed a kiss to the skin above the band of your underwear and you begged him to touch you. One finger brushed along your core through your lacy panties, grinning at the dampness of them. Raising your hips so he could pull them down your leg, you protested when his right hand teased its way up your leg.
“Metal. Use the metal one.”
Cocking his eyebrow, Bucky shook his head in amusement before a cold finger circled the small nub of pleasure. Tracing your slit, Bucky blew gently on your wet mound before he slid a finger inside of you. An elicit gasp escaped your mouth when he curled it, pumping in and out slowly. Bucking your hips against his touch, you begged for more.
“Love the sounds you make, Doll.” Bucky murmured against your clit before he sucked gently.
Your hands pulled on the dark locks of his hair, shrieking slightly when he groaned against you.
“Buck, please, I need you in me.”
“So desperate.” Bucky taunted as you made grabby hands at his shorts. “I’m gonna fuck you until you beg me to stop.”
Pathetic whimpers poured out of your mouth as Bucky pulled down his shorts, revealing his hardened cock. Gripping both your wrists in his metal hand, Bucky pinned your arms above your head, enjoying the way you squirmed. You were helpless under him. Attaching his mouth to your nipple, Bucky slid his tip inside you.
“More,” you begged. A shocked scream came out your mouth as Bucky slammed himself inside you, revelling in the warmth of your walls. Barely giving you time to adjust to the sheer size of him (apparently the super soldier serum enhanced more than his muscles), Bucky pulled out before thrusting deep inside you once more.
“Eyes on me, Y/N.” Bucky demanded as your back arched off the floor and your eyes fluttered shut. Bucky’s other warm hand gripped your hip tightly as he pounded into you, hard enough to leave bruises. Hips pistoning back and forth, Bucky grunted as your walls clenched around him. A mix of curses and his name poured out of your mouth as you fought against his grip, wanting nothing more than to touch him.
“Wanna touch you. Please, Bucky.” You moaned, pleasure rippling through you. His hips came to a stop and you cried out, wanting him to resume the pace that had you teetering on the edge of an orgasm. Wrapping his arms around you, Bucky leaned back so that he was seated and you were in his lap. Both of you moaned at the sensation before Bucky was bouncing you on his cock. The new angle had Bucky sliding in deeper and you screamed as he reached the right spot.
“You like that, doll.” Bucky said cockily, enjoying the sound of his skin slapping against yours.
“So close, Buck. Gonna make me cum.”
Bucky’s movements became sloppy as he thrust faster, eager to watch your face as you came undone. Your hands wrapped around his biceps, nails digging in and as you matched his pace. Pressing your mouth against his neck, you sucked lightly as your walls clenched along his thick member.
“The thing you do to me.” Bucky muttered. “Been wanting this for ages. Come on, princess.”
His metal hand reached down and his thumb connected with your clit, rubbing circles onto it.
Head dropping into the crook of his neck, you moaned his name loudly as your orgasm washed over you. Waves of pleasure had you arching into Bucky, nipples brushing against his slick chest. Bucky fucked you through his orgasm, chasing his own high. When he finally came, his teeth sank into your shoulder to muffle the growl that rumbled through his chest and out his mouth. Hot cum splashed against your sensitive walls and you pulled him closer to you, basking in the after-sex emotions.
“Maybe now you’ll get the hint that I’d like you to take me to dinner.” You smiled, pressing a lazy kiss to the underneath of his jaw. Neither one of you were ready to move from the position you were in and Bucky was in no rush to slip out of the warm walls that perfectly encased him.
“AHHH! Are you fonduing?!”
Two loud voices pulled the two of you out of the bubble you had created. Cursing, Bucky pressed himself against your body, shielding you from his two friends. Steve had turned his back on you both, hands covering his face as if he would somehow still be able to see you. Sam was staring at the ceiling but his body racked with laughter. Apparently the gym wasn’t the most private place to sleep with your super soldier.
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i can't stop thinking about stucky dancing together and the avengers catching them and cooing at them and Clint saying "aww it's so cute seeing old people dance together" and both Steve and buck stop and look at him with zero amusement, bucky will probably reply with a snarky comment and Steve just ignores it and fondly looks at buck and without thinking he gently kisses buck right cheek, the avengers LOSE IT they are cooing harder after seeing steve do that and buck would tell them "hey It's NOT a circus Act for you guys leave me and this punk alone!!" and points at Steve while saying that, after that the avengers leave and buck and Steve are left alone FINALLY and bucky looks at Steve and says "you punk come here and give me a real kiss" and Steve replies "yes sirr" and goes and gives bucky the sweetest kiss imaginable, buck then stops kissing Steve because air is important (🙄✋) and looks at Steve fondly and they both press their foreheads together smiling like idiots and continue dancing together being soft with each other 🥺
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Bucky Barnes / Winter Soldier
Steve Rogers / Captain America
it’s been a long, long time
Stephen Strange / Doctor Strange
Peter Parker / Spiderman
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Hellfire: Part 2
The heat felt unbearable, even in the early hours of Sunday morning. The heat was creating this thick density that made you want to strip down to your bare flesh and drench yourself in cold water, letting your skin turn prickly from the chill to escape the depravity of the hottest June on record.
“Please,” you begged Peter as you FaceTimed him, your body stretched out on the bed, your hands tucked under your head, “tell me you’re coming to church today. Its-“
“-Father Rogers first time preaching? I know. My aunt has been going on about how attractive the new priest is and how he can still be single.” Peter rolled his eyes and tucked his hand under his chin, his brown eyes twinkling as he studied you through the phone, his attention specifically focused on the gap between your cropped, fitting pyjama shirt and the loose, short cotton shorts you were wearing.
“I’d ask if you were going to wear something nice for me, but-“
“-my parents are making me dress up to impress the new guy on his first Sunday service.” You rolled your eyes and gritted your teeth.
“You and every other single woman in this town.” Peter chuckled and shook his head, his deep brown hair getting into his eyes.
“My mom said the hair salon was booked three weeks in advance to him arriving. And the boutiques-“
“-The three we have-“
“-were picked clean of every new article of clothing available.” You shift your body, bringing your right leg up as you bent it, closing the gap of your bare midriff but bringing more attention to the curve of your right asscheek.
“Would you take me seriously if I proposed to you?” Peter grinned, leaning forward with a wicked, playful look in his eyes.
“Peter,” you licked your bottom lip, preparing to speak when you heard the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs, “I have to go!”
You ended the call and shoved your phone into your nightstand before you flipped the blanket back over yourself and curled inward. You feigned sleep as the door opened, and your mother walked in, making her way to the closet with a quick worded hello, tossed your way.
“You should be up by now,” she scolded, the sound of metal hangars on your metal curtain rod making you wince, “we’re going to make a good impression today, aren’t we, Y/N M/N?”
You rolled your eyes behind your mother’s back and slowly withdrew the covers. You pushed yourself into a sitting position and rubbed the fake sleep from your eyes, giving your mom the impression that you’d just woken instead of speaking to your boyfriend in the early hours of Sunday morning.
“Y/N….” her voice was a warning as she started pulling clothes from the racks.
“Yes, mother,” you pulled your knees to your chest and wrapped your arms around your legs, watching your mother pull clothes to set them out on the end of the bed, “I’ll behave as I should meet the new…father….”
“His name is Father Rogers, and I think you’d quite like him. All the single women in town are awestruck over him. To be honest, if I were your age-“
“But you’re not,” you mumbled under your breath, “and I’m not single.”
“-I would be just as awestruck as those women.” Your mom seemed to slip into a temporary daydream as she held one of your skater skirts in her hands, bunching the black fabric.
“Mom,” your eyes narrowed, and your eyebrows furrowed at the sight of what she was pulling for you to wear, “it’s like 100 degrees outside. I’m not wearing leggings, a skirt, a tank top and a sweater.”
“You need to dress modestly when you officially meet Father Rogers-“
“I met him at the camp-“
“Not when he was in charge of the church. This will be like a new, fresh start. A new introduction.” Your mom pursed her lips, studying your pyjamas scornfully.
“I don’t need a new introduction; I’ve already had one.” You sighed as you stood. “All the single young women can trounce around in their dainty church dresses; I’ll wear jeans.”
“You will not!” She shrieked, slapping your hand when you tried to grab the skirts and put them back. “You will get dressed in a nice Sunday best outfit; make yourself up to meet our new Father.”
“Mom,” you placed your hands on your hips, “it is 100 degrees outside. If I wear a skirt, my legs are going to stick together, I’m going to sweat everywhere, and I will be cranky.”
“Y/N M/N L/N,” your mom matched your stance, “I am asking you one small favour. I didn’t make you attend bible study with the single women, I didn’t make you attend the single women’s seminar, but I will make you look appropriate and put together.”
You were at a standoff. You knew that if you caved now, you could get on her good side and potentially ask to go out with Peter tonight. You could give her what she wanted; you could put on the dress and turn up the charm and skip dinner tonight with your parents to join Peter.
“Mom-“ she cut you off before you could even finish.
“You wear a skirt or a dress, you doll yourself up, and you can go out with Peter. But I want real effort, Y/N.” She used a stern warning, a slight twitch of her lips and your promise before she left you to your own devices.
Steve stood by the door of the church to greet people as they climbed the steps to attend. His hands were clasped behind his hands as he welcomes the members with a small smile and a ‘good morning,’ waiting for them to come and go so he could move on to the next one.
He was bashful still when mothers of single women pointed out their daughters were available to be courted. He would smile and nod his head; his interest was purely kept at a level of niceties.
He was a man who wanted to be a husband and a father. He was a man of God who was waiting for the right woman, the woman with who he could secure his future. He was in his early to mid-thirties, a veteran of the army, an ex-captain who had seen horrors of the war. He was now a priest, a man who was dedicated to bringing people to God.
However, his desire to be a husband and a father would go hand in hand with his calling to be a priest. He was waiting; he knew that the right woman was on the horizon. He believed that this town would be the place where he would meet his darling wife.
And when he saw you at the camp, the young woman wearing far too revealing clothes who needed a firm hand, his strong hand and his discipline, Steve knew that you had to be the one.
“Good morning, Mr. L/N.” Steve, greet your father first, studying him before his attention turned to your mother. “Good morning, Mrs. L/N.”
Then he looked at you, and he felt his heart stop. The moment he saw you standing slightly behind your mother wearing a cream-coloured skirt, the end far too short for what he would’ve chosen for you, but your saving grace was the black tights you wore, tucked into black boots. You wore a maroon-coloured long sleeve blouse with lace near the ends of the sleeves and a black belt that accentuated your waist.
You were a picture of beauty and loveliness, a picture that was worth ten thousand words for one still image.
“Good morning,” Steve’s smile grew, his attention solely on you, “Y/N.”
You smiled tight and kept silent until your mother nudged you and shot you a look. You dropped your hands to your sides and licked your bottom lip, giving him your briefest attention, your eyes meeting in a moment that was electrifying for him.
“Good morning, Father Rogers.” Your voice was quiet as if you didn’t want to be there, speaking to him.
“It’s half melted!” Your half shrieked laugh rang throughout his head as the recent memory of you playing with your miserable-looking smores around the campfire at the retreat was playing out in his mind.
“I thought you liked sticky white stuff between your fingers?”
One of the other women your age jest, making you snort in laughter.
“Belle!” You hissed playfully. “Shut up!”
“Are you looking forward to the service today, Y/N?” He was quick to observe you, quick to follow the apparent discourse between the image you conveyed for your parents and the idea you got in moments when they were not around.
“Oh sure,” you nod your head, “of course, with how hot it is now, I feel like I’m already in hell.”
“Y/N!” Your mother gasped; her eyes widened in disbelief.
“Hell is nothing to joke about, Y/N.” Steve had to hide his amusement at the look in your eyes, the spark and the fire from getting a rile out of your mom.
“I am so sorry, Father Rogers.” Your mother apologized profusely, her hand reaching for your arm. “We will be going to sit now.”
“Y/N,” he reached for your wrist and stopped you from walking further into the church, “could I speak to you for a moment?”
Your mother and father went ahead, leaving you alone in his presence.
“If this is about the whole skimpy clothes thing at camp, Mrs. Humphrey makes a big deal out of nothing.” You crossed your arms over your chest.
“No,” Steve fought against that memory for the desire it left him with, “but I do believe that young women should save the sanctity of their bodies for their husbands.”
You made a noise in your throat, and he caught you rolling your eyes.
‘A lesson in discipline,’ Steve thought, ‘a scolding would suffice, but if not, there’s always the hand.’
“Well, that is the consensus among older people,” you cocked your hip, and his eyes briefly flickered to your bent leg. “Did you need anything else, Father Rogers? I want to go sit now.”
‘Impatience,’ Steve pursed his lips, ‘a lesson in waiting would be needed. Another reward for good behaviour and a spanking for bad behaviour.’
“Of course, Y/N.” Steve nods his head. “I would like to let you know that I am here for you. If you need anything at all, please don’t hesitate to come to me for guidance.”
He watched you turn and walk away. He watched your hips sashay, albeit probably unwittingly, as you moved throughout the church to the same aisle that your parents were in. He watched you shamelessly, his mind briefly wandering to a place in the future.
A place in which you had a beautiful diamond ring on your finger and a tiny baby bump protruding. Or perhaps a place in the future where you had a small bundle in your arms sitting in the front row while your husband was speaking to the congregation.
He could see it. He would revel in it.
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🌿 | You Deserved That
Summary: You, Steve and Bucky are enjoying dinner after a mission when Sam comes along and ruins it for you all.
Word Count: 500ish words
Warning(s): Swearing, flying food.
A/N: I got this idea from the lovely @redwingsupportgroup , I hope I did it some justice. (GIF is not my own) Sorry for the late post, I was at the gym for way too long lmao. I know it isn't the best but I hope you enjoy!!!
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You’re sat at the dining table with Bucky and Steve, laughing and chatting away about the mission you guys had just come back from. The three of you had ordered in tonight as non of you were bothered to cook something after the day you had. On the table, spread out, was an array of greasy Chinese food that the three of you loved to eat after a successful mission or when you had the chance to.
The three of you begin to dig into the food, laughing as you cracked jokes with each other, “You know Barnes, I’m gonna kick your ass next time you don’t listen to instructions.”
You scoffed, munching on one of your spring rolls. Bucky rolls his eyes. “Not my fault, doll… you were too slow” “Don’t mock her, Buck…” Steve interjects kind-heartedly. “Yeah, Buck” you smirked.
Everything was going great until you three heard a scoff from the kitchen, all turning your attention to the kitchen, the three of you with mouths full of food. You look wide-eyed at Sam, who expresses a state of disgust as he munches on his steamed Salmon and salad. “Oh, shut your fucking trap Sam and go eat somewhere else”, Bucky and Steve laughed, waiting as Sam opened his mouth to reply. “You could have asked me to make you guys dinner?” “I could have made a HEALTHY dinner instead of the shit that you are eating” you look back at him, raising an eyebrow of ‘did I ask’ back at him.
Steve looks at you and then to Sam before shoving two dumplings into his mouth “this isn’t shit, Sam… it’s Chinese food,” he spoke with a grin. “How do you know it's shit if you haven’t eaten it, Mr my body is a temple”, you chuckle at the comments. “Well… my body is a temple Buck” “Bucky…” Bucky cheekily corrected him. “Bucky”, Sam sighed angrily, shoving broccoli and spinach into his mouth.
It was now quiet, the four of you back in your own bubbles enjoying the dinner you were eating. You, Bucky and Steve had returned to peacefully eating, but it wasn't long before you could see Sam in the corner of your eye. As you attempted to eat, you watched as Sam scrunch his face as he watched you guys chum down the delicious greasy food. You slam your utensils on the table and stand, “I can’t… I can’t do it” you take your plate, grabbing a spring roll from it, you turn to Sam who is watching.
“Y/n don’t-“ before Steve could finish his sentence, you sent the spring roll flying towards Sam’s body, smirking as you watched it hit his face. “OUCH! what the fuck was that for?” He growled, looking directly at you.
“For disturbing our zen of eating OUR favourite food Sam!” You yelled before turning your heels walking out the door and into the living room to finish eating.
Bucky and Steve got up, “you deserved that” Bucky chuckled before the pair of them joined you in the living room.
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Perilous - Part 1
A/N - Okokok, so I started another fic. Sue me. I'm so sorry to do this to you guys, I was just not feeling the best all day today. Feeling really down and miserable so I thought I might as well make a fic that was just as miserable as me. 🤠
|| WARNINGS || ANGST GALORE, Language, Explicit themes, Sexual themes, Passing sexual remarks, Mentions of rape, mentions of cheating, mentions of forced relationship, Toxic relationship, I'm sorry for doing this to my baby Bucky I love him btw
|| PAIRINGS || Dark!Bucky x Reader + Soft!Steve x Reader (mentions)
"So that's just it? You're not coming home tonight? For the fourth time this week." Your exhausted gasp cut through the air like a knife. The air was almost suffocating around you as you desperately tried to hold your tears back. "Don't be a crying Bitch about this." He spat back and you sat down on your couch, your hands running through your hair.
The first few months in your relationship were blissful, even though you had been forced into it. Bucky had stalked you after he fell in love with you with just one glance. He pursued you relentlessly, but you were more interested in his cute blonde friend, rather him. Eventually though, one night, he had kidnapped you, drugged you, fucked you and had bound you to his house until you promised that you would start going out with him. You had no choice, but to agree.
At first you were timid, afraid. Who wouldn't be? This man had raped you, but as the days went by and you got to know his sweet side, you immediately melted. You found your heart growing with love for him. His adorable and goofy personality was hard to warm up to. Plus, when you had heard of his PTSD and brainwashing past, you knew why he did what he did to get you. There was no excuse for rape, but his qualified as a close cut.
Despite the red flags and warning signs in your head, you had made a small family of two with him. Ofcourse, you two had made space for Steve as your weird third best friend in the relationship, kind of like Sheldon with Penny and Leonard.
But for the past few weeks, things had gone downhill. Bucky blatantly ignored you, his attitude was at an all time high, he would take out his anger by forcing sex onto you even if you didn't want it. He would stay out late several nights in a row, only to show up with lipstick stains painting his collar, which he claimed were left behind by you when you visited him at his new office.
Everything was just wrong. Your relationship was just wrong. He'd hit you, then apologize, then you'd slap him and apologize. Things just didn't seem to be working out anymore. But you still tried desperately for your relationship to make it through this hard time and resume to the good old days. Back when he would bring flowers every night for you and would buy you all different ice cream flavors during those days.
"Shit. Just don't bother me. Let me have my time away from you, whore." You flinched at his venomous tone. "Am I just that to you? A whore?" "Yes. Now leave me the fuck alone." His speech was slurred and you knew he had been drinking. You failed to choke back your tears as you ended the call and sat on your couch, miserably weeping into your hands.
You were awoken with a soft kiss to your lips. You managed a smile, before yesterday night's phone call came crashing down onto your thoughts. You straightened out and stretched your neck. You had developed a kink in it, probably due to sleeping on the couch.
"Hey." Bucky greeted you. You narrowed your eyes at him, looking away. "Oh c'mon, babe, don't do that." You still didn't turn to look at him. He leaned in close, holding out a bouquet of lillies and in his other hand was that expensive perfume set you had been yearning for so long. You bit your lip as a smile reached your face. You grabbed the items.
"Where were you last night?" You asked softly. "Steve and Sam got me drunk and I just crashed at Steve's place." You chewed on your lip. He sat next to you as his hand reached out for yours and you let him take it. "I know I haven't been around much-" "Just tell me this, have you been with another woman?" He looked startled and slightly disgusted, "Another woman? No. Sam's been going through a rough breakup. Us guys just try to cheer him up."
You sighed in relief. Despite all the signs telling you not to belive him, you did. That's just how love worked. "That's good. I'm sorry I thought-" "Hey, it's my fault. I've been a shitty boyfriend. But that stops now. I'm gonna make it up to you, starting with dinner. Tonight?" You smiled as you leaned close to him and kissed him on his lips. Some of that magic in the relationship returned. "Sure."
Bucky grinned and walked off to shower, leaving you sitting in the living room and reminiscing about the good old days.
You sat in the chair for the past two hours, your thumbs twindling together. You desperately tried to blink back tears, Bucky hadn't showed. You were getting up to leave when a laughing Steve walked in alongside Sam and Natasha. Natasha was Bucky's gorgeous ex, yet she was the kindest person you had ever met.
You wished their gazes wouldn't fall on you, pathetically stood up by your own boyfriend, but they did. "Y/N?" Natasha asked as she looked around and the group of three walked over to you. You sniffled quickly, holding back your tears as you forced a smile on your face. "Hey."
Natasha took the seat from across you while the boys stood around awkwardly. "Who're you here with?" You paused, "Uh, no one." Natasha frowned, "Where's James?" You bit down on your lip to keep from crying as you forced out a laugh. They could probably tell it was forced. "He's probably working another late day at the office... you know how it is."
Natasha nodded, although you could see the worry in her eyes. "Reach out if you need anything, yeah?" You nodded, "Absolutely." Natasha got up to leave with Sam and Steve, but the latter stayed back. "I'll be here with Y/N." The two nodded as they left and you looked over at Steve, the person you had really had a crush on all those months ago. "It's okay. Go enjoy, Steve."
Steve chuckled as he shook his head, "No way. I'm staying here with you and we're going to have a wonderful meal. Understood?" You smiled, feeling giddy inside, "Yes sir." Steve cleared his throat, cheeks burning red as he sat down.
What you didn't know was that Steve had fallen for you ever since Bucky had unsuccessfully asked you out. He didn't know how Bucky got you to date him, but when you finally did, Steve backed off. Although it hurt him he just stayed your friend, which was a challenging task in of itself. So many times had he wanted to kiss those perfect lips, to caress your perfect face, but had to restrain himself from doing so.
You looked across to see Steve staring at you and you blushed madly, "What?" You asked and Steve shook his head, smiling widely. "You're gorgeous." You bit your lip as you placed your hand overtop his, your bestfriend. "Thanks for doing this Steve." "Anytime." The two of you talked and laughed and Steve even paid for your dinner. Now, he walked you to your car.
"This was fun." You laughed and Steve nodded in agreement. "I'm glad to see Sam out so soon after his..." you trailed off and Steve's brows furrowed, "After his what?" You pursed your lips, "Breakup." You said and Steve's eyes bulged. "SAM AND NAT BROKE UP?" You paused, "I'm sorry?" "Sam's been dating Nat for the past few months, I thought you knew..."
Fresh tears welled in your eyes, "No. I didn't. Tell me this." Steve raised a brow, hand reaching out for yours in an attempt to comfort you. "Was Bucky with you last night?" Steve bit his lip, "No. No, me, Sam, Tony and a few of the other guys went out for drinks. Bucky wasn't with us. Y/N, what's going on?" Your hand clenched around that handle of your car door.
"Nothing, Steve. I just realized my worth."
"Baby, I'm home. Sorry I missed dinner but Sam called and told me Steve took good care of ya'." You sat on the bed, eerily quiet as you stared out the window. "Babe?" Bucky was now behind you. You could feel him and even that was just disgusting, vile. You shuddered as you backed away from him. "Babe?" He asked in confusion.
"Steve told me you weren't with the guys last night." Bucky cursed, he should've known Steve would be all truthful and righteous. He should've said Tony, you would've never asked Tony. You two weren't close like that. "I-I can explain." You laughed. "That's not all, James."
You walked over to the bed, crouching under it to find the pair of panties hidden that clearly weren't yours. You held them out. "A surprise for you?" James suttutered out. You threw them on his face. "Sharon. That's her name, right?" Bucky paused as he held the panties in his hands, not meeting your eyes.
You screamed frustratedly, "Ugh. I can't believe you." You were about to leave when he grabbed your wrist. When you turned back to look at him, his eyes were dark. Really dark. Like when he raped you, that dark. Now, you were scared, afraid.
"Where are you going?" His grip tightened on your wrist and you let out a yelp of pain, "Going... to... Steve's... until-" Bucky pushed you back into the wall, his prosthetic hand closing around your throat, "No, you aren't." You tried to scream but he only squeezed tighter until you turned red, you clawed at his hand but he didn't stop.
"Are you going to leave?" He asked. You desperately tried grabbing at his hand. You knew of only one way you'd get out of this alive. You shook your head as best you could. Bucky smiled as he let go of you and you fell to the floor, retching. Your hand reached for your chafed skin and you pulled it back, reeling in pain.
"Now go clean up and we'll spend a good night together. Okay Babe?" You couldn't respond and when you looked up, you saw Bucky's eyes soften but then they hardened right away. "I'll take your silence as compliance."
He left you sobbing miserably on the floor. You curled into a ball as you contemplated your shit life.
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I felt like there was some detail missing for the first Snakes and Ladders chapter, so I've had a small re-write to add some more details and give it some length.
I hope that you guys enjoy <3
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Hey I recently stumbled upon your blog and really enjoyed your bucky and Stucky work! Could I request one where reader fakes a betrayal/ or breaks up with Bucky And Steve for a HYDRA infiltration mission because the boys are being targeted. The mission goes successfully with reader being hurt but not too much but the boys are still heartbroken but stunned by her loyalty. Eventually everything does work out thou?
Angsty with fluffy end?
Hi my love!!! I hope you enjoy this, I really liked this idea so it took me quite a while!! Hope this is angsty enough!! I know you said fluffy end but I'm going to write a fic based on this ❤️❤️❤️
Summary | Bucky and Steve are left heart broken after you leave but after finding out you left to save them, Steve can't seem to forgive you.
Content | angst, fluff
Paring | Bucky Barnes x female reader x Steve rogers (Stucky x reader)
Side note | I KNOW A CLIFFHANGER but good news I decided to write a full fics of this!!! I will actually go into detail and etc. So if you would like to be tagged comment on this post :)
Bucky pulled Steve closer with a sniffle, the clicks of metal plates are the only other sound in the room as they scratch into the blondes scalp, applying just enough pressure that Steve's eyes flutter shut.
"Sweetheart..." Steve mutters against the shell of his ear despite already knowing the answer, "Are you doing okay? You haven't left the bed all day."
"I don't want to talk about it anymore." Bucky's bottom lip quivers, as tears fill those baby blues. Steve nods lips finding his cheek to press a meaningful but sad kiss. "It hurts to much."
Steve hums in agreement, curling closer into his boyfriend's heat as his heart clenches inside his chest. It's still fresh, both heart broken with the news of the mission report. "I'm here baby, we'll get through this."
It was supposed to be a simple in and out. Collect the information and leave. Bucky and Steve wanted to go but after all, this would be her first solo mission and after hours and hours of begging they agreed to that only Clint would be acconpying you.
Imagine their surprise that only Clint came back reporting that you had in fact been playing them the whole time. It was a set up, that you had for a fact joined HYDRA with little regards of your two boyfriend's at home.
"That's why I had you come with me and break the super soldier's hearts, I will take away everything they love, they will be mine." The grip on your throat thightens as you gasp for air, clawing at the hands as they lift you highrter into the air.
It all pasts with a blur, one second your vision is blurrying as you stumble to the ground. It's instinctual, the way your hand reaches up to sooth the burn on your throat. It burns, coughing for air as your lungs are on fire deep in your chest.
Once your eyes meet his, suddenly it's hard to breath again.
The way Steve stares is heart breaking, seafoam blue eyes widening as the look of betrayal tugs his lips into a frown. His chest is heaving, no doubt from taking the man who's hands were wrapped around her neck down as he doesn't move from his position only feet away from you, on his knees. He had to hear everything, the way his eyes water with tears say it all.
"He was the reason?" Steve's palms his beard as angry eyes darken in the light, "Why didn't you tell us? It didn't need to be like this!"
"He was going to hurt you and Bucky, I couldn't let that happen, Steve." While your chest tightens with emotion, the tone stays unapologetic as you struggle to stand.
Bucky enters the room, bloody and bruised as lines of confusion wrinkles his forehead. Eyes bounce from Steve to you and then back.
Steve ignores it, lips forming a snarl has heavy breaths choke on his throat. "We thought -, you don't get to make that decision on your own! That's not fair to us, it's been weeks - we cry ourselves to sleep every night!"
"Steve.." Bucky whispers, reaching over to grasp his shoulders and bring him to his feet, "Hey - hey, what's going on? Why are you crying?"
"She -." He chokes, can't even get out the words as Bucky coos softly, pulling him into his chest.
"Buck." You call softly. While Steve has always been stubborn and proud, Bucky is understanding and soft. No matter what you did wrong, he would always take your side. "They said they would hurt both of you, I had to."
Bucky's eyes never leave your own, swirling with mixed emotions as Steve tugs his hand, "She could have told us."
"She was scared, sweetheart." Bucky argues, kissing Steve's lips softly, "It wasn't right. She should have handled it differently but I can't lie and say I wouldn't do the same for you two."
The ride back to the house was quiet, Bucky and Steve sat up front, not a word muttered. Bucky gripped the steering wheel white knuckled while Steve aimlessly stares out the window. Every once in a while you would catch either of their eyes, almost as if they were making sure that you were in fact still there.
Bucky had hugged you, it's been weeks since you felt warmth like that. It brought actual tears to your eyes, relief that he still loves you despite what you have done but Steve could barely look at you.
"Steve.." The call of his name makes him tense and sit taller in the passenger seat. The treeline beginning to form and resemble home and it makes your heart pound. The home you have built with them, to be in your bed again, wrapped around your super soldiers is all you have wished for. "I'm sorry, at least look at me."
"No." The word makes your stomach tie in knots and a ball of emotion form at the back of your throat. "I can't."
Bucky sighs, using his elbow to nudge his side. "Steve, stop. We will talk about this later."
"Why do I have to stop? I've held you for every night since she left and you take her side?" The words are hissed through clenched teeth, alabaster skin flushing in annoyance. Words filling you with guilt, mouth snapping shut instantly.
"I am not taking anyone's side, pal." Bucky sighs, "We all need to calm down before we have this conversation, that is all."
"Stop the car." Steve growls, hand pressing against the handle as Bucky shakes his head.
"Steve -." He tries to argue but Steve daring eyes test him like he wouldn't jump out of the moving car.
"Stop the car." Steve demands, "I want to walk to rest of the way back."
"He hates me, Buck." Bucky holds you close, curling against his chest as tears soak through the material of his t-shirt. "I'm sorry bucks, I know I hurt you and Steve and now he hates me. I just wanted you two to be safe."
A hiccup interupts, "He wanted the winter soldier back and after everything you've been through, all of the healing and therapy I couldn't let him do that. And Steve, he was going to do the same things to Steve. "
"It's okay, sweetheart. I forgive you, Steve will come around. You did what you thought was right, and I trust you."
"But it cost me everything." But you don't miss his last three words, teary eyes meeting his, "You still trust me?"
"I trust you, honey." The way his eyes fill with tears makes your heart break, his large hand cupping your cheek as he angles your face to meet his own. His bottom lip quivers, the tough begging to crumble as he pulls you into his chest, "I thought I lost you forever. My heart was so broken, I missed you."
A kiss presses to the top of your hair as a soft hand rubs the small of your back. Fat tears wetting your hair as he pulls back, "You stay here. I'm going to find Steve, he's hurting."
Days pass, Steve refuses to even look at you let alone be in the same room which left Bucky is a tough situation, picking between lovers but then again he didn't have to. Steve made that decision himself, deciding to not come home until later hours at night and crashing in the guest bedroom.
You tried and tried every day. Apologizing with gifts, words and even letters but he would just walk pasts as if you didn't exist.
Bucky would end up just rubbing your back and pressing a kiss to your temple, "Giving him time."
Bucky and Steve would leave for a few hours and talk, Steve had not only been distant with you but also his other lover. Bucky couldn't help but notice the drifting away and tried with all his heart to fix it which seemed to work, judging by the soft moans and thumping of the headboard against the wall which only broke your heart more.
You should be in there, sandwiched between them like the missing puzzle piece but only now did you realize how big of a hole you had left in their hearts, especially the way Steve's words shakily whisper from behind the door. "It hurts to see her, she broke my heart but is all I can think about.".
Level headed Bucky is always there, sweet and calming as he replies, "She is trying. Whether you want to admit it or not, she did what she thought was best, sweetheart. The way you would protect her with your life is the same thing but she actually did it."
Without a word you leave, tears blurring your vision as a sharp pain crumbles your heart inside your chest.
They would be so much happier without you, that's what you have to tell yourself as you shove clothes into the suitcase. Through the tears and pain in your chest, it was best for them. Steve wanted you gone, never to speak to you again and after everything they have been through, you would not be the person who separates Bucky and Steve.
The car is only feet away, key clenched in your hand. Was this really the right thing to do? Leave them again without a word?
Bucky would be heart broken but Steve could care less but for his happiness you would do anything, including give up everything you've ever loved. Throwing the suitcase into the back of the car with one last huff, you turn too quickly stumbling into a broad chest, large arms crossing against the swells of his chest.
The dark, brunette beard catches you off guard. It's the first time in weeks you've been this close to him. The scent of wintergreen and dewy grass makes your head dizzy, you can't look away from those vibrant eyes.
Steve's eyes twitch in confusion, hard lines forming against his forehead. "You were going to leave again, just like that?"
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Part Three ⚡️
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Only A Dream
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Love You Goodbye 🔥⚡️
Whole Again 🔥⚡️💞
Date Night 💕
Same Side of the Bed 💕
America's Ass 💕
Tik Tok Challenge
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Undercover (Mob AU)
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Don't Be Jealous ⚡️💕
I Love You, You Idiot ⚡️💕
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Steve x reader kinda Bucky x reader
Summary: Steve takes the stones back without you…
WC: 586 (it’s short)
Tags: @winter-soldier-vibes @wicked-mind @thatfangirl42 @bbqsnakes @the-living-typo @stolenxkissess
A/n: I found this in my drafts so enjoy ig, I felt bad for not posting. If their are any mistakes please inform me so I can fix them.
"Just promise me you'll come back to me like this and not a baby," You said to Steve kissing him goodbye.
"What are you going to do without me?" Steve asked with a smirk.
"It's only going to be ten seconds for me, the real question is will you be ok without me?" You asked smirking back.
"Right ten seconds, I'm going to go say goodbye to buck," Steve said walking over to Bucky.
"You ready for this?" Bucky asked Steve.
"I'll be fine, take care of Y/n while I'm gone ok," Steve said with a worried face.
"Steve it's only going to be a few seconds for us she will be fine trust me," Bucky said laughing.
"Yea I know, just if- If something goes wrong I need to know you will be here to keep her safe," Steve said worriedly.
"Of course, I know how much you like her, and you don't need to worry you're going to come back," Bucky reassured him.
"Yea I know, maybe not the same way," Steve said.
"Stop worrying let's go," Bucky said walking Steve back over to you and the platform.
"You ready baby?" You asked.
"Always," Steve responded.
Bruce told Steve what to do and handed him the stones.
"You got this Steve," Sam told Steve.
"Be safe!" You yelled.
"Don't do anything stupid, Steve!" Bucky yelled.
"Can't promise anything!" Steve yelled before he was gone.
"Alright 10, 9," Bruce started counting down.
"3, 2, 1," Bruce said.
"Bruce, what happened? Where is he?" You asked.
"Look," Sam pointed to an old man watching the water.
Tears welled in your eyes, you knew what he did, but you couldn't understand why though, why would he leave you for... her?
You slowly walked to the man you once called your's, "Hi," you sniffled out.
"Can I sit?" you asked wiping your tears.
You finally got to take in his new features, he was older, his hair was gray and his eyes were full of hope, a different kind of hope, his eyes never held this look when he was with you.
"You did it," You said looking out at the water.
He didn't say anything, he stayed silent, watching the girl he promised he'd stay forever for, and now he was leaving.
"You left, and you didn't tell me," You sighed and glanced at the silver ring on his finger, "Were you happy with her, Peggy?"
"Yes, I was, I'm sorry I never told you," He apologized, but it didn't mean anything, he would never regret leaving you for his soulmate.
"I understand," You really did understand you knew that you wouldn't ever be enough for him, you understood his love for you would always be forced, and he would never truly get over her.
You stood up, "goodbye Steve,"
You saw Bucky standing in the distance behind you, and Sam walking towards you. While Sam talked with Steve you stood with Bucky watching.
"Did you know? That he was staying with her?" You asked as tears threatened to fall down your face.
"No," His voice was soft, and held pity, but you didn't want, nor did you need it. You would be ok without him you just had to get past the heartbreak stage.
It would be hard waking up with an empty space next to you and going on long runs without his cocky comments. You would miss him but you could live without him, plus you had Bucky.
A/n: I might make a part two if you guys want.
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Steve Rogers x Plus Sized!Reader
requested by @lilacprincessofrecovery thank you for requesting!
The soft light that filtered from behind the curtains settled on my eyelids. I almost didn’t want to open them, feeling at peace with the gentleness the early morning brought me. It was only when I heard a faint ‘click’ from somewhere in the room that I brought my hands to my face and rolled completely onto my back, wiping away the night before. Another ‘click’ and I opened my eyes.
My lovely boyfriend was sat cross-legged on the floor, holding a camera up to his face. I shifted so I was sitting up, and frowned at him.
“Honey?” I croaked, morning coating my vocal chords. “What the hell are you doing and why aren’t you cuddling me right now?”
Steve laughed softly, an attempt to not disrupt the certain level of quiet the early morning had laid upon the room. “I’m trying to take some photos. Banner helped me pick out a camera the other day after I mentioned I used to be fascinated with them in the 40s.”
“...wait, you’re trying to take photos? ...Of me? In the morning? While I’m asleep?” I asked, matching his soft tone.
He grimaced slightly. “Okay, when you say it like that it sounds... not good, I’ll admit b-but I just thought you looked s-so lovely and calm and I-I wanted to capture it-” Steve stuttered over some of his words, anxious to reassure me that his intentions were pure, no matter how it may look to an outsider. “L-look, I’ll show you-”
He got up to show me his camera screen and I immediately slapped my hand across my eyes to block it out. I heard Steve’s movements stop, and felt the aura of someone who isn’t sure what to do eminating from him. “Sweetheart? What’s wrong?”
The concern in his voice made me feel slightly guilty, and the panic I’d felt at the thought of seeing photos of myself subsided slightly. “I’m sorry it’s just... y’know that I sometimes struggle with my body? And I know, I know you say I’m beautiful and being big and beautiful aren’t two separate things but-”
I felt Steve’s hand on mine and he gently pulled it away from my eyes. “-but you don’t like seeing photos of yourself, right?” He finished my sentence perfectly, and my eyes opened to meet his. There was understanding within his gorgeous baby blues, and I felt a surge of love for the man who understood me perfectly. He shifted slightly. “I... think I experience something similar.”
I nodded encouragingly.
“It’s just... it’s weird to see myself in photos, or in mirrors, like maybe that’s not me,” he said softly, exposing a vulnerability he’d never told me before. “In my head, I’m still that small, skinny kid from Brooklyn who couldn’t bring himself to back away from a fight even if he knew he’d lose. Then I look in a mirror and there’s a disconnect, somewhere. It takes a second to register that I’m looking at me, y’know?” He sighed. “I don’t even like what I see sometimes. I avoid looking in the mirror when I shower or when I have to pass reflective windows... it’s not as bad as what you’re feeling, I’ve seen that firsthand, but still...”
I lunged across the bed and hugged him tightly. Maybe my superhero understood me better than I thought. Maybe I experienced this worse than him, but it didn’t make his own experience any less valid. “Thank you for telling me, Steve. And I’m sure that to anyone else, the photos you took would be lovely,” I grinned. “After all, the lighting is doing wonders for you.”
My strong captain blushed and shook his head. “I think they’re lovely because they have you in them- and I think you’re the most beautiful woman in the world.”
i now headcanon that steve experiences a certain level of body dysmorphia due to the drastic changes of the serum
i really hope you liked it, i hope i dealt with a fairly sensitive subject matter well? thank you for requesting!
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Fluff Alphabet - Pre Serum Steve Rogers
A - Activities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?
If the weather is good and you want to spend some time outside, a simple stroll is probably what you will end up doing. You might settle in a park with some snacks too but it wouldn't be anything big. Steve doesn't need much when he's with you.
If you are planning an indoor activity, I feel like a museum would be the most likely. It can be cheap, you learn things, it's calm. Sounds perfect!
Lastly, if you are staying home, card games would be a must.
B - Beauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?
This dumbass thinks you're courageous for dating him.
He genuinely admires your confidence though. You might not be the most courageous, but he will still believe you are more than him.
Aside from that, he loves your smile. Man, is he smitten for you but even more so when you smile. The smallest grin makes his heart flutter.
C - Comfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?
Once you've gotten a chance to let it all out if you wish, Steve would start telling you fun anecdotes. He'd talk about his mother, about how much she would have loved you. He'd tell you about things he had pulled off with Bucky or about those times Buck had made a fool of himself.
Steve would hold your hand the entire time and smile at you in hopes to see you crack a grin too. If you'd let him, Steve would also give you a hug. He feels like it's never much coming from him, but if it helps you feel better, he'll do it.
D - Dreams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?
Steve does dream of starting a family with you, but he's too damn scared. He doesn't want for his children to inherit all his health issues. He doesn't want for them to potentially grow up in poverty. He'd be terrified at the thought that his children could get bullied. But that is only if you want children as well. In which case you will have to reassure him about all his fears.
If you do not want kids though, Steve would be just fine growing old by your side. A pet or two might be nice. As long as you are there~
E - Equal - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?
I wouldn't go as far as saying he's passive, but he isn't the dominant type either. Steve would prioritize communication above all. Anything that regards your relationship would be discussed with you first. What regards him only would also be talked about, but rather in hopes to have your opinion. You might bring up interesting arguments after all. Steve hopes you to do just the same.
F - Fight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?
Boy is stubborn.
I think that Steve wants to forgive you quickly, but can't. Just give him maximum a few days and he will. That is, unless you did something truly awful.
As to his attitude during a fight... I feel like it truly depends on your own behaviour. If you can stay quite cool, he will too. If you are the shouting type though? I think he'll shout back. Steve will feel bad about it as soon as the fight is over though and he will apologize for his attitude.
G - Gratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?
He's hyperaware. And he's so so grateful. Like... this boy will constantly thank you for the smallest gestures. He's also a hopeless romantic, so expect to be thanked for simply being there, for loving him, for letting him love you, for making him happy, for being a part of his life and more.
H - Honesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?
I feel like Steve would be pretty honest altogether except for 2 things.
If he gets in a fight yet again, he will probably try to come up with a lame excuse. That is because he doesn't want to worry you or get scolded.
The second thing he might try hiding are his more negative emotions. There too, he doesn't want to worry you but he's also afraid of bothering you. Steve is scared for his doubts, fears, anger or sadness to ruin any good moments you might share.
I - Inspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?
Steve will learn to dance for you. He dead ass will. He craves for midnight dances with you in your tiny apartment. He's just that kind of hopeless romantic.
Aside from that, Steve will probably also try to be more confident. Again, you can have as little courage as you want, to him you still have more than he does.
J - Jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?
I don't think Steve would get jealous so easily. He fully trusts you. Despite that, he might need some reassurance every once in a while. Steve still lacks self confidence despite his best efforts and he needs to be reminded that you truly do love him. It still sounds so unbelievable to him sometimes. You will know when to remind him easily because he always becomes quieter than he usually is when you are alone.
K - Kiss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?
The first kiss you share is a bit clumsy. Steve is just so damn nervous. He decides that letting you lead the way is probably the best things he can do.
Once he becomes more familiar with the gesture, Steve can not be stopped. He loves giving you quick little pecks any chance he gets. It is usually done in private. Although, if you are in a semi remote place, like a booth in a diner, he will probably do it as well. It's discreet, cute, a bit shy... perfect for Steve.
L - Love Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?
Steve doesn't need to confess. His feelings are quite obvious after the amount of dates you have gone onto. Despite that, he still wishes to properly proclaim his love for you.
The day he decides to do it, he comes to your house. He'd rather confess his feelings somewhere private, thus the choice. He also brings a bouquet of flowers - if he can't find your favourites he will go with classic red roses.
When you open the door, Steve is shaking like a leaf. You probably think he is cold at first so you offer him a warm drink but he kindly refuses.
The silence of the man you love so dearly starts worrying you after a while and the flowers do not help. As your mind begins going down a spiral, you kindly encourage Steve to speak.
That is when he will tell you. He will go on about how wonderful you are and how he doesn't expect for you to return his feelings. You'll have to cut him off so he can hear your true answer. And let me tell you, boy is over the moon.
M - Marriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?
Steve would love to get married honestly. But just like with starting a family, he would settle for anything that you are comfortable with.
If you get married, it will probably be a small ceremony. Steve will have proposed to you almost in the same way that he confessed. He was almost equally nervous istg.
Afterwards you'd have dinner at a local restaurant with the few guests you invited. Your first dance might not even happen in public. Steve would have the guts to ask you to keep that for your first night together.
Also, Bucky is definitely Steve's best man.
N - Nicknames - What do they call their s/o?
Hmmmm... I feel like Steve wouldn't go for the classic 1940s "doll". He'd go for something much more tender like darling or dear or dove. Pumpkin is also one I could hear him say.
O - On Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?
It is so damn obvious. To you, to Bucky, to literally anyone who hears Steve talk about you or sees him interact with you for like 5 seconds. He bloody knows it too, but he simply is not sure of how to hide it. Not like he necessarily wants to either once he realises you're not weirded out.
Steve personally strikes me as someone whose love languages are quality time and acts of service. He'll walk you home, he'll run an errand if you don't have the time, he'll cook you dinner if you get home late. And when you are together, he makes sure to really be there. He's in the moment with you. That is when he is the happiest.
P - PDA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?
Steve isn't the biggest on PDA. The thing I can see him being most comfortable with is you holding onto his arm or fingers intertwined. As said previously though, he isn't against a quick, discreet peck on the lips if the area is less crowded.
He isn't really one to brag either. Surely if someone asks Steve if you are his partner, he will proudly say yes, but he won't bring up the subject. Or maybe he will, but not as a way to brag. If he tells someone about you or your relationship it's because he's so damn smitten haha!
Q - Quirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.
Steve is a surprisingly good cook! He can make a great meal out of not much as long as he has the proper spices! You can eat pretty much the same for a whole week without feeling like you are because Steve will prepare it differently every time.
R - Romance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?
Hopeless romantic alert!
Like I said, man will learn to dance just because he constantly (day)dreams about having midnight dance sessions with you!
I do believe he's a bit cliché in his romantic gestures though. Dancing, flowers, picnics, pecking your forehead and moving your hair out of your face whenever he finds you sleeping. He'd write you love letters even after years of relationship. Yup, big softie here.
S - Support - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?
Steve would definitely be your biggest hypeman. More than most, he knows what it's like to be told he can't achieve something. It'd probably break his heart whenever you'd be rejected or fail, but he'll always find ways to cheer you up and motivate you. Steve knows how important your projects are to you and he wants to be there for you and see you achieve them. He knows you will get there.
T - Thrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?
I feel like Steve finds a certain comfort in routine. It appeases him. So if there are exceptions (and there are), they are rather small or sporadic. Like a night at the theatre or dinner at a restaurant. That's Steve's way of spicing things up haha!
U - Understanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?
Steve strikes me as a good listener and thus really empathetic. He knows his partner particularly well because he spends so much time just listening to them. Their voice appeases him but that doesn't mean it keeps him from paying attention to what's being said. In fact, he remembers the most important parts and sometimes small details.
Trust him to know what your favourite flower or drink is just because you mentioned it once or he noticed you having it often.
V - Value - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?
Your relationship and his friendship with Bucky are pretty much the two most important things in Steve's life. Of course he hates bullies and he cares about justice but you two remain his top priority.
Which one of you most though? Hard to tell. If it even matters at all.
W - Wild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon
Steve isn't really the clingiest while sleeping but he loves falling asleep while holding your hand. It's a really nice way for him to not feel like he's invading your space while also knowing you are close.
X - XOXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?
I mean, he does attack you with quick little pecks haha!
Aside from that, I'd still say mostly yes. Steve will kiss you any time of the day but cuddles are rather an evening thing. He tends to initiate them the most after dinner or when you are lying in bed. At first he might be a bit nervous, but fairly quickly, he completely relaxes whenever he holds you close.
Y - Yearning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?
When you are apart, Steve will spend a lot of time with Bucky. He hopes that this will distract him from your absence but, really, all he does is tell Buck your entire life story. God bless him for listening.
Depending on how long you are apart, Steve will also write you letters. He might send them out if they have a chance of getting to you, other way he will hand them to you directly as a welcome back gift.
Z -Zeal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?
Hmmmm this is a tough one. A part of me feels like Steve would follow you to the end of the world but another part tells me he would rather stay in Brooklyn.
I think that since Steve loves routine, he would probably be okay with following you anywhere as long as it's a settled place - preferably not too far from Bucky though. He wouldn't be the most hyped about going on tours and things like that if they are too long.
Putting an end to his friendship with Bucky is also something he would never do. If you really don't like him for some reason, he'll try to find a compromise instead but his best friend is too important to him.
Aside from that, I do think he'd go to pretty great lengths for your relationship.
Well, this took quite some time to write so any kudos, reblogs or comments are more than welcome ^^
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Pairing: Steve Rogers x Stark!Reader
Summary: You're Tony's sister and you just so happen to be very attracted to the one man that gets on your brother's nerves, Steve Rogers. Unknowingly to you, the older man also has his eyes on you despite your circumstances
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5
The man whom you shared your DNA with plopped down in the seat next to you at the kitchen island. The past couple days you’ve been keeping to yourself now more than ever and Tony was determined to find out what’s wrong with you
“You’ve been MIA for a while now, what’s going on?”
Liar, you knew exactly why you haven’t been your usually sarcastic, annoying self and it all had to do with what almost happened with Steve. You couldn’t tell your brother that the man he has a love/hate relationship with is the reason that you haven’t been yourself lately
Speak of the devil and he shall appear
Steve strode into the kitchen looking handsome as ever with Sam and Bucky following closely behind, he quickly glanced at you both as he maneuvered his way around the kitchen making his breakfast. Bucky patted you on the back, pulling out the chair on the other side of you
“I should get going, Thor’s waiting for me in the gym” sliding out of your seat you took your phone and water bottle up off the counter quickly removing yourself from the crowded room
Why are you like this Y/N?
You can’t keep avoiding him all the days of your life
Groaning you leaned against the wall of the elevator as you recalled the memories from that night. The way that his scent evaded your senses, the feeling of your smaller hands in his larger ones, the feeling of his stubble brushing against your fingertips, the way his hot breath fanned against your lips as you both leaned into each other’s touch
Closing your eyes, you envisioned being back in that same position with Steve
The doors slid open and you stepped into the hallway that led to the gym. Thor’s grunts could be heard as well as the punches he’s dishing out on the punching bag. Pushing the door open you were pleasantly surprised to see Thor’s sweaty, shirtless torso. His back was positioned to you so every flex of his back muscle was visible to you and it was indeed a magnificent sight to witness
“Thor it’s way too early for you to be looking this good”
Upon hearing your voice Thor paused his workout to smile over at you, his chest rising and falling as he regained his breath
“I could say the same about you”
Placing your things down on the nearest bench you made your way over to the treadmill to start your warm up. He resumed abusing the poor punching bag as you picked up the pace a bit. Steve hadn’t only benched you from going out on missions but he also banned you from over exerting yourself when it came to training. Usually, you would be sparring with Nat or doing hand to hand combat with Bucky or Steve but seeing as you were recovering you were now stuck with the treadmill
Increasing the speed, you began jogging. The AC/DC blasting through the gym speakers gave you the push you needed to change your pace. You despised cardio with a passion, one time you chose to go running with Steve, Sam and Bucky, that was the stupidest decision you have ever made in your entire life as you gave up after hitting mile two. Bucky slowed his pace so that you could keep up, at one point he slung you over his shoulder as he caught up to the others, in times like that, being manhandled by a super soldier isn’t as bad as it sounds
Sweat coated every inch of your body as you pushed yourself, droplets landed on the machine every stride you took. You weren’t keeping track of how long you’d been on the treadmill but you knew that it had to be a good while because Thor now stood in front of you with an annoyed look on his face
“I’m bored, let’s get to the fun stuff”
Thor reached over and hit the off button and you quickly came to a stop, confused you tilted your head to the side waiting for him to elaborate more on ‘the fun stuff’. His bright smile only made you more skeptical as you worked on regulating your breathing
“Let’s do some sparring” helping you off the machine he led you over to the mat where you all used for combat training
“Thor I can’t remember?” bending down you reached for one of the clean towels on the rack when suddenly you were flipped onto your back, Thor stood over you with a shit eating grin on his face
“You can’t or won’t?” he knew that you hated when he taunted you especially when it came to training, you knew what he was trying to do and you knew that you were not about to back down from a challenge
“Game on then”
Smirking you hooked you kneed him in the back of his thighs and quickly swiped his feet from under him. You both began throwing punches at one another, you knew that he was mainly doing this for your benefit because he knew just how much you missed the action. Thor got a hold of your hand and pinned you down on the mat beneath him, his long blonde hair fell from the pony he had it in, framing his face
“Yield you puny human”
“Not today” hooking your leg around his waist you used your strength to flip you both over so now you were the one on top. Rolling his eyes, he couldn’t help but smile up at you proud to see that you’re still capable of holding your own
Still straddling Thor’s abdomen, you both caught up on a few things that’s happened. He told you about his nonexistent relationship with Jane and you told him about the almost kiss you had with Steve. You both had been so caught up in the middle of your conversation you both hadn’t noticed Steve’s presence
His heart dropped seeing the position that you and Thor were in, he hadn’t bothered to work out anymore instead he turned on his heels and headed up to his room
Guys should I do a Steve POV next chapter? Let me know!
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Ok, but... IT'S THEM.
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✨hello✨ it’s Emily’s annual “send me stuff while I turn to dust at work”!!! Wahoo! Anything goes!
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Chapter One: Snakes & Ladders
Description: You're on holiday with your Mafia boyfriends Bucky and Steve, but the weather leads to you all having a miserable time. Bucky and Steve come up with a great idea to pass the time whilst they wait for the sun to come out.
Word Count: 3.2K
Warnings: Smut, Use of nicknames (Princess, Doll, Baby, Daddy, Good Girl, Sweetness), F/M/M, Mafia AU, Mob AU, cockwarming, BDSM elements, Dom Bucky, Dom Steve, minor mentions of violence, under 18s dni
Notes: Every decision made during this fanfiction is made using snakes and ladder board, random number generator and coin flipping generator. I wanted to try and make every option as random as possible to see where the story is going to lead to. I have already generated all the numbers for the entire snakes and ladders game, so now I'm just filling in the space around it.
Part Two >>
When both of your Mobster boyfriends offered to take you away on a stunning vacation to a secluded beach-side Villa on a remote Island, you hadn’t particularly imagined that it was going to raining for close to a week straight. Instead, you had imagined the feeling of the sun beating down on your skin whilst Bucky used his skilled hands to rub lotion into your skin, taking great care with every inch stay still; we don’t want your beautiful skin to burn and blister, doll he’d warn with so much tender longing in his voice. Then you’d be carried into the sea by Steve’s strong arms. He’d dunk you underwater, kissing you beneath the surface and make you completely forget about your need for oxygen.
Crack. The deafening sound of thunder came from the skies overhead following by the blinding lightning that always followed. You found yourself narrowed your eyes as you glared out the glass windows of the villa, watching as that tranquil sea that you desired was a deathly black colour crashing with a foamy substance against the shoreline, stretching far out and almost meshing into those dark rainclouds over the horizon.
There was almost this feeling of guilt that was brewing inside of you. Almost. At first, you had come to terms that everything that was happening was completely out of their control; however, it was easy for them to slip back into work mode. It felt as if there was nothing else that could be done, so Bucky and Steve had found themselves getting more and more invested in work back in Brooklyn, having these long phone calls ordering Natasha and Sam to take care of business whilst they were away. It was when Steve hadn’t joined you both for dinner one night whilst speaking to the Odinson’s that you felt this resentment growing; you were all supposed to be enjoying this vacation together without worrying back home.
It probably wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that you had maybe binge-watched almost everything on Netflix. Back home in Brooklyn, Steve and Bucky kept you busy with escorts to gala events, parties and meetings that you hadn’t had time to even glance at a TV, but it appeared that this vacation was the perfect time to catch up on all those shows that you friends had gushed to you about.
Every now and then, either Bucky or Steve would duck into the bedroom, check that you’re doing alright or if you needed anything, if you were lucky, they might even snuggle up beside you and start asking mundane questions about these shows Who is that? Why are they doing that? Who killed him? That’s not the best way to dispose of a body… Until finally, you ordered them to leave, and they did with a smirk and a playful smack on your rear.
It was difficult for both Bucky and Steve to see you this upset. This vacation was something that you had been looking forward to since they had given it to you as a gift for your birthday. It was a whole three weeks of their undivided attention, sunbathing and snorkelling, eating good food and just being together. If there had been any other problems, they would have been able to solve them with a snap of their fingers, but the weather was an unruly mistress – not dissimilar from their beautiful partner.
In all their wisdom, Bucky and Steve had even charted a private plane to take you off the Island to another sunnier destination. But, the airport soon put a hole in their plans as the weather conditions were too bad to fly anywhere. So Steve and Bucky took out their frustration on the poor pilot and had literally beat the messenger, leaving him a bloodied mess on his own private jet before leaving to ice their knuckles and try and decided what their next option could be.
An afternoon of mauling over ideas of how to turn this vacation around had led them to come to a brilliant solution. Bucky sauntered through the quiet Villa, hearing the sound of voices coming from the bedroom, leaning against the doorway and watching you curled up in the centre of the bed with your eyes fixed on the screen. “Doll…” His voice was gentle, but it caught your attention immediately. “We got a little surprise for ya~” Bucky stuck his tattooed hand out before him as an invitation. “Come with me.”
This invitation seemed to pull a hefty sigh from your lips as you remained unmoving on your bed. “Can I just watch the end of this episode first?” You gesture to the screen across the room. A sense of anger burned with Bucky’s chest as his dangerous blue orbs lingered on your lump in the centre of the bed. Ever since this vacation had turned sour, Bucky noticed a change in their usual good girl as you acted more defiant and abrasive than usual. It wasn’t a good look on you, and it wasn’t something that either he or Steve would allow for much longer.
Even though your eyes remained fixed on the screen, you could hear Bucky shuffling around the room behind you. “I’m sorry, Doll, but made that sound like a request?” He was standing beside the bed now, and you could feel your body locking up in fear of his wrath. You opened your mouth to argue before you saw that look on his face, and it made your blood run cold before you quickly snatched the remote and shut off the TV without a second thought. Then, with a clumsy clambering, you climbed from the bed and stood beside Bucky with a kind smile on his features, hoping to subside his anger. “Good girl~” His voice was a low grumble as he leaned down to peck your forehead in a tender way.
“Now, I understand why you’ve been so grumpy.” His voice was thick as he cupped both of your cheeks in his hands, causing you to have to look up into his loving blue eyes. “This wasn’t the vacation that any of us wanted. Doll, I wanted to watch you flaunt around in all those bikini’s that we brought, but the weather Gods had different ideas.” Bucky said with humour to his voice, and you took your opportunity to let out a soft giggle.
At that wonderful sound, Bucky couldn’t help but let out a dreamy hum and muttered in a soft voice. “There’s our pretty girl~” His voice cooed in an adoring way. “Stevie and I’ve been neglecting you, hmm?” Then, leaning down, Bucky’s soft lips brushed against your jawline, leading all the way up until your ear. “We got a surprise for you. I think you’re going to like it a whole lot.” Then nipping at your earlobe in a playful way that made you squeak before suddenly shrieking as Bucky lifted you with ease and threw you over his shoulder, and carrying you through the Villa.
The sounds of your displeasure to be carried sung throughout the entire building, and it only made Steve grin madly as he spotted Bucky rounding the corner with you thrown over his shoulder. “Did our girl show some resistance?” Steve rose from where he was sitting across the plush couch and drew his arms over his chest in an expecting kind of way. “Oh, no…” Bucky said before dropping you onto the couch opposite where Steve was standing and laughing as you bounced softly against the comfortable surface. “I just like carrying her wherever I go~”
A deep scoff came from Steve before he responded. “You’re gonna spoil her, Buck.” Then gazing down at you as you pulled yourself to an upright position and looked over at Steve. Just the look of you made him want to melt on the spot; it was only now that they had come to the decision that they had neglected you on this vacation. It didn’t matter if the weather wasn’t on their side. That certainly did mean they were allowed to leave you high and dry. “Did the punk tell you about our little game?” Steve rose his brows at you, and you felt your stomach clench in wonder and intrigue before shaking your head.
Then they both gestured down to the coffee table between the two couches, and a firm frown set on your lips as you saw the board game ‘Snakes and Ladders’ laid out on the table. “This a game for babies.” You muttered coldly before crossing your arms over your chest. You scornfully found yourself already hating their idea of theirs and found yourself wishing that they had just left you to your own devices and allowed you to continue binging Netflix.
“Oh, but that’s where you’re wrong~” Steve chose to ignore your petulant tone with a big grin spreading across his cheeks. “This is a much more adult game of Snakes and Ladders, baby…” Then he reached down onto the table and picked up a stray piece of paper resting beside the board and held it out in your direction for you to accept. “You give that a read and then decided if you still want to throw a tantrum.” The writing was neat and legible, meaning that Steve had certainly written it, though some of the vernacular used was certainly that of Bucky’s. These rules were a joint effort.
- For the entirety of the game, Princess must remain seated on one of Daddy’s cocks.
- If a player lands anywhere on a ladder space, they will roll for a reward.
- If a player lands anywhere on a snake space, they will roll for a punishment
- There is NO cumming permitted during the game. If these rules are not met and a player orgasms, then they will roll for a punishment.
- Any gloating, teasing, tempting or brattiness will result in a punishment roll
1. Thrust(s) (roll for the number of thrusts, then roll for the intensity of the thrusts)
2. Hair pulling
4. 10-second touch (1-2 Daddy Stevie touch, 3-4 Daddy Buck touch, 5-6 Princess touch)
5. Dirty talk
1. Spank(s) (roll for the number, then roll for the intensity)
2. Humiliation (1-3 decided by Daddy Stevie and 4-6 decided by Daddy Buck)
3. No rewards for 2 turns
5. Vibe on clit for 30 seconds
As you came to the end of the rules, you found that your mouth had become increasingly dry whilst your bikini bottoms that you were wearing as panties were becoming more soaked by the second. For a moment, you wondered how they might have come up with this idea, but you remembered the type of minds you were dealing with. It took you a second to truly accept that this was all true, opting to re-read the rules a few times over before finally looking between both Bucky and Steve. “Does that sound more fun than just a stupid game of Snakes and Ladders, doll?” A tender nod came from you before Steve urged. “Use your words, baby.”
“Y-yes, sir.” Those were really the only words that you were able to form, and it made both of the men beam a smile at one another, truly enjoying this moment. It gave them this great sense of power and joy, knowing that they could short-circuit your brain in such a way with only a piece of paper and some dirty threats.
With a soft clearing of his throat, Steve responded. “I’m glad to hear that, sweetness~” His voice purred as he rounded the coffee table and pinched your chin softly between his thumb and forefinger. “Now, we are gonna need you to be a good girl and think of some rules for your Daddies too, hmm?” Steve hummed, and he leaned down at her lips, slipping the paper from her hands and turning it over to the blank side. “We’re gonna need 6 rewards and 6 punishments. It can be whatever that beautiful mind of you can dream up~” He urged, slipping a fancy looking pen into your fingers.
The two of them observed the way that your hands trembled as you began to jot down your rules. Bucky hummed as he watched your write in beautiful lettering. Whether it was messy or neat, it came from you, and that drove Bucky wild. He loved nothing more than receiving little love notes from you, finding them hidden around rooms with dirty little promises and secrets hidden between the pages.
It didn’t take long for you to begin to fill the page with all these ideas and promises of what you wanted both of these incredibly handsome men to do to you and wanted you wanted to do to them in returning finding yourself feeling this slight part of cynicism as the tables turned. Now it would be completely up to lady luck, for, however, would get rewarded or punished.
1. 10 seconds of ball play
2. Make out with Princess
3. Thrusts (roll for the number of thrusts)
4. Begging from Princess
5. Edge Princess (roll for the number of times edged)
6. Expose boobs for the next 2 turns
2. Princess has no punishments for 2 turns
4. No moaning for 3 turns (punishment roll for failing)
5. Princess gets to watch Daddy’s make out
6. Throat fuck other Daddy
It took you a couple moments, and you spent your time reading the words you had written over and over, wondering if they seemed fair compared to what Bucky and Steve were about to put you through. There was two of them you needed to try and turn the odds in your favour somehow. “I’m done~” You sung softly, looking across to the other couch where both Bucky and Steve were lounging now, holding out the paper for Bucky to snatch from your hands and begin reading it, trying to hide the smirk on his face.
They made soft humming noises, nodding their heads and looking at one another in small moments. It kept you completely on edge as you gulped softly and awaited your fate. “You like them?” You asked with a soft and vulnerable edge to your voice as you perched yourself up on the couch. “We love them, doll.” Bucky answered with certainty, “Now, what are you just sitting there for? Clothes off.” Again, you were reminded that Bucky didn’t request anything. No, instead, they were thick commands in your direction.
Without any hesitation, you clambered up from the couch. You began to tug at your clothes, throwing your sundress to the ground and pealing your bikini bottoms down your legs, watching as they fluttered the ground with a telling wet spot in the crouch. A tender blush pulled at your cheeks as your eyes fluttered up to Bucky and Steve, both undressed now along with you, their taut and primed bodies exposed to your greedy eyes, muscles wound tight and cocks’ firm and ready between their muscular legs.
“You are a sight to behold.” The warm voice of Steve seemed to drag you away from taking in every inch of their skin to memory and looking at him with a smile pressed to your lips. “Are you going to be a good girl and let us know who’s cock you want to warm first, baby?” He asked with genuine curiosity to his voice. It seemed like whenever you were forced to decide, you between our two men, that you became a bashful mess, and it appeared this time wasn’t going to be any different either.
There was this look of inner conflict that was pulling across your features, eyes darting from one member to the next and licking your lips all the while. Steve’s cock was long and hard, angry red tip that was practically dripping with pre-cum from how he had clearly worked himself up whilst creating their little game for you to play. On the other hand, Bucky was equally as hard but visibly thicker than Steve being just that shorter in length, soft pink tip that was glistening from his arousal. “Do you want us to flip a coin, beautiful?” Steve offered in a kind way to put you out of your misery.
“Yes, please.” Your voice was breathless in response, rubbing your thighs together softly as Steve reached onto the table and slipped the coin from the surface, flipping it into the air with ease and calling competitively. “Heads.” As it flipped once, twice and three times before landing on the rug beneath the coffee table with the outcome tails pointing upright. This filled Bucky with a great sense of accomplishment from doing almost nothing at all. Of course, it was 50/50 odds, but Bucky still felt as if he had won the jackpot.
The brunette held his hand out in front of him, and you stepped around the coffee table and took his hand. Bucky tugged you close in the next second and took hold of your waist, turning you around and slapping your ass, making you squeak aloud. “I hope that you’re ready for tonight, doll, ‘cause I’m not giving this damn game up until I win.” His voice was filled with venom as he tugged you down onto his lap.
The way that Bucky was able to manoeuvre and manhandle you to being in the exact position that he wanted you in always left you feeling more like an object than a person – not that you were complaining. You sat with your back, his taut chest, legs spread over his thighs, and cunt stretched deliciously over his cock, spreading your walls in a way that almost brought little crocodile tears to your eyes but instead made a mewl spring from deep in your throat.
“Does that feel good, sweetness?” The sound of Steve’s brought you back to reality for a moment. “Does it feel good having your little cunt spread wide of Buck’s big cock?” His eyes flickered down to the apex between your legs to see the way that Bucky’s cock was nestled deep inside of your cunt and humming as he licked his lips. “Jesus, if I weren’t so sure I’d get a good in that pussy later, then I’m sure it’d make me jealous,” Steve muttered, making Bucky smirk and pepper a few kisses against your shoulder lovingly. “Now, ‘cause you’ve been such a good girl whilst we’ve been on this vacation, we’re going to let you roll first.”
Reaching forward, Steve dragged back the coffee table so that it was closer to them all, within reach even with you perched on Bucky’s lap. He picked up the die in hand and placed them in your open palm. “What do you say?” He urged softly, and you squeaked. “Thank you, Daddy~” At the moment, it was difficult to focus on really anything other than the way that Bucky cock was spreading your walls in such a wonderful way. Still, you clutched the die in hand and allowed it to spring from your hand, tumbling a few times on the board before coming to a dead stop.
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Ms.Bohemia - Steve Rogers/Avengers AU (1.3)
Summary: Ms.Bohemia. She’s HYDRA’s #1 enhanced assassin, yet her loyalty is only to herself and the highest bidder. She has no burdens, no conscience, heart as cold and rigid as ice. But in the right temperatures, ice melts.
(A/N: If you’d like to be added to the taglist, message me! This is a reminder that this is an AU! To fit in Jo’s story I changed the timeline a little bit! )
Warning: mature themes: torture, murder, violence, sexual themes 18+,
Case File: Joia Persephone Saunders
As Joia healed, she started nursing Wanda. Of course, Wanda ignored her pain until it became hard to suppress. Ultron claimed that there wasn't much to do but to wait as he got the Cradle readied for him. He had Helen Cho wrapped around his chains thanks to the scepter. After getting some nourishment in her, the two met Pietro at the door to the lab.
"Cellular cohesion will take a few hours, but we can initiate the consciousness stream. We're uploading your cerebral matrix...now." Dr. Cho explained.
Whatever the hell that means.
"I can read him. He’s dreaming." Wanda says out of the blue. Joia turns to her. "What can you see?"
Wanda approaches the Cradle and places her hand over it. After a moment she gasps in terror and pulls away. Pietro and Joia instantly grab and pull her further away. "Wanda, what's wrong?" "How could you?" Wanda asks Ultron.
"How could I... what?" "You said we would destroy the Avengers, make a better world." "It will be better." "When everyone is dead?"
Joia shot her head up at him. "Oh you bloody..." "That's not-The human race will have every opportunity to improve..." "And if they don't?" "Ask Noah."
"Oh fucking knew it. The movies called it too, you know." Jo spat pulling the twins behind her. Wanda shook her head, "You're a madman."
"There's incoming. It's the Quinjet."
"Come on. We're leaving." Jo announced. "Jo- "We will regroup but right now we are sitting ducks." She hisses. Pietro grabbed them both and sped off.
"Wait! Guys!" Ultron called. Yet, they were already gone.
"I should've stopped it. The minute I knew something was off. I should've pulled us out." "So what now?" Pietro asks.
"Well now we get the fuck out of here. And far away from that bucket of bolts."
"Jo, we can't just leave. We caused this. We gotta try to fix it." Wanda protests "He's a megabot who's evolving into a being made out of vibranium. Are you kidding me? You know I love a challenge but that-
"The Avengers." Wanda cut in. "They need to get the Cradle away from him. We need to help." Jo bit her lip. "What's to stop them from arresting us when this is all over?" "Jo, if this goes wrong we're all dead, just like that. The entire world does not deserve that. We have to fix this."
Jo sighed, groaning. They heard a huge crash in our vicinity. The twins turned back to Jo waiting for her agreement. She begrudgingly nodded. She grabbed Pietro as he took them in the direction of the crash and the trio found themselves on a train off the rails. The twins stood before Ultron while Joia stood behind her.
"Please don't do this." Ultron begged.
"What choice do we have?" Wanda retorts. Ultron turned back to an angry Jo before flying out the train. The train was still going at a dangerous speed. Steve Rogers emerged. Jo couldn't help but roll her eyes. "The civilians in our path." Pietro sped out the train to clear the path. He turns to Joia and Wanda. "Can you stop this thing?"
Wanda and Joia turn around and use their powers to stop the train successfully. Out of breath, they leave the train and find Pietro catching his own breath. Jo and Wanda kneeled down to check him out.
"I'm fine. I just need to take a minute." He insists.
" I'm very tempted not to give you one." Joia closes her eyes in disgust in the authoritative tone. She turns to Steve, "I'm sorry, in what language is that a ‘thank you’?" "You're expecting a thank you? For what, trying to kill me?" "Let's not forget who started this debacle, cupcake."
"The Cradle! Did you get it?" Wanda asked, cutting off the argument. "Stark will take care of it." Wanda frowned, "No he won't." Joia scoffed. "Looks like we're goners either way." "You don't know what you're talking about, Stark's not crazy."
"Oh. Sure he isn't. And I'm not an assassin." Joia said sarcastically.
"Ultron can't tell the difference between saving the world and destroying it. I wonder where he gets that from." Wanda says.
"Stark will take care of it. You'll see. Come on."
"I can't believe I came back here. Willingly." Joia huffed to herself audibly in the elevator. "Just be grateful you're not in your cell right now. Unless you'd like to get reacquainted." Steve offered. Joia rolled her eyes and mimed putting her hands around his neck in a choking fashion. Wanda slowly put Joia's hands down. Needless to say there was no love to begin with.
When they turned up to the lab, Tony and Bruce were fiddling with the cradle.
"This framework is not compatible." "The genetic coding tower's at ninety-seven percent. You have got to upload that schematic in the next three minutes."
Joia looked at the twins and then back at Steve. "I'm sorry, you were saying?" She whispered, arms crossed. Steve rolled his eyes as he made their presence known, "I'm only going to say this once."
"How about nonce?" "Shut it down." "Nope, not gonna happen."
Joia rolled her eyes as she watched the children bicker.
"You don't know what you're doing." Steve argued. "And you do? She's not in your head? They're not in your head?" Bruce argues. Joia scoffed and rolled her eyes. She looked over at Wanda, who seemed apologetic.
"I know you're angry-" "Oh, we're way past that. I could choke the life out of you and never change a shade." "Oh, try it! I bloody dare you." Joia snapped, stepping closer to him, but Wanda pulled her back.
"Banner after everything that's happened-" "That's nothing compared to what's coming." "You don't know what's in there?" "This isn't a game." "The creature..."
Can everyone please shut up?
Pietro sped around and disconnected the framework. "No, no. Go on. You were saying?" Suddenly Barton shoots a bullet below causing the glass where Pietro stands to smash as he falls through.
Joia gasped. We should've never followed America's Freak.
"Pietro!" Wanda shouted. She moved to defend herself as Bruce pinned her hands behind her back. "Go ahead, piss me off." Joia clenched her fist and moved it to his head ready to blast his temple.
'I'm only going to say this once Dr. Jekyll. I will not hesitate. It won't kill you, but it will hurt like the bottomless pit of hell. Release her. Now." "You're nothing against him." "Maybe so, but I have invisibility on my side, therefore it won't be our problem. Release. Her. Now."
Before he could respond Thor enters and pounds his hammer into the cradle bringing power to it. Bruce released Wanda while Joia pulled her close. All of a sudden the creature hops out of the cradle.
"Blimey. Now I want to go to my cell." Joia sighed.
"I'm sorry...that was odd..." The creature said.
Odd? Okay sure let's go with that understatement.
"Thor, you helped create this?" "I've had a vision. A whirlpool that sucks in all hope of life and at its center is that." "What, the gem?" "It's the Mind Stone. It's one of the six Infinity Stones, the greatest power in the universe, unparalleled in its destructive capabilities."
Infinity Stones. How intriguing.
Steve was confused. "Then why would you bring it to..." "Because Stark is right."
"Ha!" Joia exclaimed. "Oh, it's definitely the end times." "The Avengers cannot defeat Ultron." "Not alone." "Why does your "vision" sound like JARVIS?"
"We...we reconfigured JARVIS' matrix to create something new."
This is so intriguing. So intriguing. What a circus. The Maldives. That's where I'm going when this is over.
"If we're wrong about you, if you're the monster that Ultron made you to be..."
"What will you do?" After a pause, he continues, "I don't want to kill Ultron. He's unique, and he's in pain. But that pain will roll over the earth, so he must be destroyed. Every form he's built, every trace of his presence on the net, we have to act now. And not one of us can do it without the others. Maybe I am a monster. I don't think I'd know if I were one. I'm not what you are, and not what you intended. So there may be no way to make you trust me. But we need to go." The Vision holds up Thor's hammer and hands it to him as he walks off.
After a moment of silence Joia snickers, "wow," she huffed quietly.
"Three minutes. Get what you need." Steve orders, "Ultron knows we're coming. Odds are we'll be riding into heavy fire, and that's what we signed up for. But the people of Sokovia, they didn't. So our priority is getting them out. All they want is to live their lives in peace, and that's not going to happen today. But we can do our best to protect them. And we can get the job done, and find out what Ultron's been building. We find Romanoff, and we clear the field. Keep the fight between us. Ultron thinks we're monsters and we're what's wrong with the world. This isn't just about beating him. It's about whether he's right."
The twins got dressed and grabbed some things with Joia when Tony approached them.
"Saunders." Joia whipped her head as Tony signaled her over. She reluctantly walked over to him and followed him to the lab. Her suit was sitting in the center. She completely forgot that they confiscated that. That's how crazy these last couple of days have been.
"What the hell did you do to my suit?" "This isn't your run of the mill suit. Quite the make up it has." "I’m aware. It's my suit." "Well I'm thinking you'd want this back. For what we're walking into."
Jo narrowed her eyes as she felt her suit and scanned it. "What did you do to it?" "I just made sure HYDRA wasn't infiltrating through the suit."
Joia scoffed as she started taking down the suit. "What?" He asked. "You guys just think you know everything. But you don't. That's all." "Funny, I could say the exact same thing about you." "Excuse me?" "There's a lot you don't know, Saunders. Even about yourself."
Before Joia could respond, the Vision entered. "We must go. Now."
Jo turned back to Stark before grabbing her suit and leaving the lab.
What the hell does he mean by that? I fucking hate this.
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when she has a really good C.E fic planned 👀 and more chapters of series are about to be dropped 👀
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