#Steve Rogers slow burn

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Unbreakable

Chapter 5

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 2.9K

Warnings: some fluff, some angst, nightmare, mentions of abuse, talks of implied sexual assault, Marvin being a good boy, Steve being his dreamy self (at least I think so),

A/N: These two are so cute together. 🥹

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The compound was huge and mostly empty. You looked at it with awe as your taxi drove away. Marvin sat next to you but by the shuffling he was doing he wanted to explore. The glass walls only exposed the dark empty entrance but you didn’t dare just walk in. No, you’d stay just where you were until Steve came out. It apparently took a few minutes from wherever he was in the belly of the building but soon enough you saw his large silhouette through the glass. 

“Hey.” He says with a smile once he opens the door. “How was the drive up? I’m sorry I couldn’t pick you up but some briefings held me up.” 

“It’s ok. The drive wasn’t bad but the taxi driver had horrible taste in music.” 

He smiles as he grabs the gym bag you brought with you and holds the door open for you. It had been about a week since the first movie night. The next day he had been called out for a mission that lasted almost the full week. It didn’t help that there was also limited contact. But it did help you think about the relationship that was forming between the two of you. Was it just friendship or was there a hint of more? You wanted to say the latter but you were forcing yourself to not go there. 

“Nat’s very excited to meet you.” 

“Well I’m very excited to meet her too.” 

Today was the first day of your training on self defense. It was exciting but nerve wracking. 

“Would you like a tour first? I think Nat is finishing up on some paperwork.” 

“Ok.” You looked up and smiled at Steve. 

He led you through common rooms and the living quarters, empty labs, meeting rooms, the gun range and ended in the gym. The whole time the building was empty. Not a single soul other than you and Steve. And Marvin of course. 

“This is where we do— did our training.” 

“Every day?” 

“Yeah, we would partner up with different team members to make sure we could handle different fighting styles. We would practice different combat tactics with everyone’s abilities.” There was fondness and regret mixed in his words. His eyes were distant as if he were reliving memories that happened right in this very room. 

Across the room a door opens and in walks Nat. You maybe looked her up to see how intimidating she was and you were not disappointed. Marvin is practically vibrating next to you as Nat gets closer. There is an air of aloofness but her eyes betray her. She gives you a practiced smile as she stops before you.

“Nat this is Y/N, Y/N this is Nat.” 

“It’s nice to meet you.” 

“I could say the same thing.”

Marvin nudges Nat’s thigh and huffs until he gets attention. 

“And who is this handsome boy?”

“This is Marvin, he’s my service dog. You can pet him if you like.” 

Nat goes on one knee and Marvin nudges her chest until she is scratching behind his ears. You look up at Steve who has a sad expression on his face. After another minute of Nat and Marvin getting to know each other she stands back up. 

“So, Steve tells me you want to learn how to defend yourself.”

“Yes and I really appreciate both of you doing this. I know you’re probably really busy and it means a lot.” 

“Don’t worry about it. It’s good to have a few moves under your belt. Now, do you have any fighting experience at all?”

“Does swinging a frying pan count?” You grimace.

“Did you hit the intended target?”

You nod as you remember the day of the snap.

“Then it does. I want to show you a few very basic moves and go from there. That way I can see what we need to work on. It will probably take a few lessons, I hope that’s ok?” 

“Whatever you think works best. I am here to learn.” 

“Good, Steve is going to be our training dummy. He was kind enough to volunteer.” Nat smiles genuinely this time and you smile back. “Ok so I’m going to show you one move and then you’ll do it. That way I can see where you are and where to go from there.” 

You nod and move to sit at a bench Nat pointed to. With the help of Steve she starts showing you simple moves. Then you get up and practice the same moves over and over until you get them right. You’re beaming by the time the lesson is halfway through and you all take a break. It’s more for your sake than theirs. Steve takes Marvin for a walk and promises to bring back more water bottles. That leaves you and Nat alone and considering how thoughtful and careful she has been up to now, being under her scrutiny makes you cautious. 

“He likes you, you know.” Nat finally breaks her silence. Her statement leaves you unsure of how to respond. “You don’t have to like him like that. Steve is respectful and won’t ever push you to do something you don’t want but thank you for just being there for him. I haven’t seen him smile like he used to in a long time.” 

“H-how can you be sure it’s because of me? Maybe he just became my friend because of Marvin.” 

“He is a cute dog.” 

“The best boy.” 

Nat cracks a grin and leans back, propping herself on her elbows. Before you can pick up the conversation you both hear something happening outside. The wind had picked up and there was something mechanical whirling until it stopped. Everything went completely still and you looked over at Nat to find that she wasn’t worried at all. About a minute later Steve walks back in with Marvin in tow and two strangers. A rather odd pairing. It was a raccoon and a blue lady. Marvin trots happily to his spot next to you but you feel on edge. 

“Hey Romanoff.” The raccoon greets your new found friend. 

“Rocket, Nebula. How was the flight?” 

“It could have been worse.” The woman, Nebula you assumed, answered. “Who’s this?” 

“This is Y/N a friend.”

“Hi.” You squeak out with an awkward wave. 

Black eyes bore into yours and you feel like she’s reading your thoughts and maybe she is. After a few awkward seconds she finally looks bored and moves on. Both Nebula and Rocket excuse themselves to go freshen up. 

“So you guys work with a talking raccoon?”

They both nod as if a talking raccoon is the most normal thing in the world. 

“I’m very disappointed you never told me you know a raccoon that can talk.”

“How exactly was I supposed to work that into a conversation?”

“I don’t know.” You shrug. “Nat would have done it.”

“I really would have.”

Steve shakes his head but chuckles while you and Nat high five. 

“I think we’re done for today.”

“I should get going.” 

“Don’t. Stay and hang out with us.” Nat says. “You brought a change of clothes, right?” 

You nod. 

“Perfect, stay the night then. I’ll show you to one of the spare bedrooms.” 

She didn’t give you a choice but you still looked at Steve. He only smiled and gave you a nod. 

“I like her.” Nat said as she walked into the living room. “You two would be perfect together.” 

“I don’t know. I don’t think she’s looking for a relationship.” 

“Have you talked about it with her?” 

“No but I'm sure that after whatever happened to her she’s looking to stay as far away from relationships as possible.” 

“Well you won’t know until you talk about it. Don’t wait until it’s too late. I saw how you looked at each other.” 

“Fine, when the time is right I’ll sit down and talk to her.” 

“Talk to who?” Rocket walked in with Nebula following close behind. 

“It’s nothing. How was your mission?” 

Nebula and Rocket start telling them all of the details about their latest mission in deep space. They’re engrossed in the story so no one hears you walk toward the living room. 

“And then bam.” Rocket says and then yelps when Marvin barks. He turned around with a gun in his hand and pointed in your direction.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” 

“You didn’t scare me. Nothing scares me.” 

“What about that time that we-“ 

“Nope, not scared.” Rocket cuts Nebula off and even though she doesn’t seem like the type of person that smiles the essence of a smile graces her lips for a second. 

You smile as you take the open spot next to Steve on the couch and Marvin lays at your feet. 

“How about a movie?” Nat grabs a remote from the coffee table and puts something on. 

The night had been nice. Steve was glad that you’d stayed for an impromptu movie night. The longer he spent around you the more he could see a weight lift off your shoulders, a light come back to your eyes. It made him care for you more, to want and protect you from all the bad things that this world still had to offer. He laid in bed wondering if it would be too soon to ask you out on a proper date. Maybe he would talk about it with Nat first and get her opinion. Steve closed his eyes with the hope of getting some sleep before he drove you back to the city. 

Marvin’s bark pulls Steve out of the state of drowsiness he found himself in. Were you trying to take him outside and got lost? Steve gets up and before he opens the door to his room a blood curdling scream rips through the air. His feet move faster than his brain as he runs down the hall. Nat is there with a gun in hand ready to attack whoever is hurting you. Another scream, there’s begging for someone to stop hurting you and Steve is ready to rip whoever it is into pieces. 

“Friday, how many intruders are there?” Nat asks in a whisper.

“There are no intruders. Ms. Y/L/N seems to be having a nightmare.” 

Nat looks up at Steve and quietly asks him what to do. 

“You should go in first. I think she’ll feel safer with a woman.” 

Nat nods and hands him her gun. She opens the door as you yell again. Marvin is on the bed trying to wake you up as you struggle against the bed sheets that are now wrapped around you.

“Y/N, you’re ok. You’re safe.” Nat calls out softly. “I need you to wake up for me. Y/N you’re safe. We aren’t going to let anyone hurt you.” 

You wake up with a small gasp and tears rolling down your temples. 

“Can I come closer?” Nat asks from the foot of the bed. 

Through the soft moonlight filtered through the window she sees you nod. Nat moves around so that you can see her better.

“Can I untangle the bed sheets?”

You nod again and she makes quick work of it. 

“Steve is right outside, would you like him in here with you or do you prefer that I stay?” 

“Steve.” You whisper. 

He couldn’t help the warmth that spread through him with the knowledge that you felt safe with him. Nat walks out and nods towards the room before telling him that she would make you some tea. Standing in the doorway with just the moon as a light source he can see your tear stained cheeks and the look of fear still in your eyes as you sit up against the headboard. Marvin drapes himself over your lap in order to provide you with comfort. 

“What can I do for you Y/N?” Steve asks softly but you still startle at his voice. 

“Um… I- Could you-“

“It’s ok, take your time.” Steve says as he watches you struggle to give him an answer.

“Sit with me.” You say after a moment.

“I can do that.” 

Steve walks in and sits at the foot of the bed but for you that’s too far. You finally look up at him and he gives you a gentle, reassuring smile.

“Too far.” You mumble with a small pout. 

“Where should I sit then?” 

You answer by pulling back the covers and patting the spot next to you. Steve gets up and moves around the bed but doesn’t sit. 

“Are you sure you’re comfortable with me sitting here?” 

“Yes.” 

Steve nods and settles into the spot beside you. “Do you want to talk about it?” 

You look up at him just as Nat walks in with a cup of tea.

“This should help calm your nerves. If you need anything I’m just down the hallway.” 

“Thanks Nat.” You say as you grab the mug and take a sip. 

She smiles and walks out leaving you and Steve alone again. It’s alone for a few minutes. 

“It was more like a memory than a nightmare.” You start. “He was pinning me down by pressing his knee on my chest and I couldn’t breathe. Then he was ripping off my clothes-“ you choked a sob and Steve took your hand in his. 

Marvin lifted his head and licked away the tears. You pet his head until he settles back down and then you rest your head on Steve’s shoulder. 

“I hate feeling like I’ll never be free of his hold.” 

“I know you can’t see it right now but you’ve come a long way already.”

“It doesn’t feel like it.” You huff.

“Tell me something, before when he was around how many times a week were you able to go out and hang out with friends? Maybe go have dinner or a girls night? Or go hang out at a friend’s house?” 

“Never.” 

“If we would have met before everyone blipped, would we have been able to be friends?” 

“Absolutely not.” You shake your head. “He wouldn’t have allowed it.” 

“Yet here you are. You went out to lunch with your friend the other day. We had a movie night at your place. We’ve gone to the dog park and you’re even having a sleepover. 

So while you feel like he still has a hold on you, every time you do something he wouldn’t have liked you’re freeing yourself.” 

You sat there and thought about what he said. 

“He would have hated you.” 

“I think I can live with that.” Steve squeezes your hand. 

“Can I ask for a favor? You can say no.” 

“Anything.” 

“Could you stay here tonight?” 

“If you’re sure then yes.”

“I’m sure.” 

“Alright, let’s get comfortable.” He says and begins to shuffle around to lay back down.

The next morning Steve wakes up first. Marvin is huffing on his side of the bed wanting to be let out. Steve doesn’t want to move though because you’re comfortably asleep on his chest with his arm around you. He can’t help the smile he gets when he looks down at you sleeping soundly. He’ll make sure to commit this moment to memory so that he can draw it later. 

“You’re really warm.” You say in a sleepy voice. 

“Is that bad?”

“Absolutely not. It's the best, I’m always cold.”

“So you’re just using me for my body heat?” 

You giggle and press yourself into him more. “Yes, I am.” 

Marvin whines again and scratches at the door. 

“I have to take him out.” You say as you start to get up.

“I’ll take him for a run. Stay in bed or go find Nat.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to impose.” 

“I’m offering.”

“Thank you.” 

“It’s no problem.” Steve reluctantly gets up and takes Marvin with him while you lay back down. It’s the first time in years that you manage to have a smile on your face so early in the morning.

After having spent some more time with Nat and Nebula Steve drove you home. 

“You should take him running more often. He’s never this calm.” You say while looking at Marvin in the back seat. 

“Well I do run a lot. I probably tired him out.” 

Steve stops his car right in front of your building and gets out to open your door for you. Even though it’s a short walk to your front door he walks beside you with your bag in his hand. 

“I’m glad you came over yesterday. Hopefully we can do this again soon. Nat was already bugging me about bringing you back.”

“Nat’s great. We even made plans to go out sometime soon.” 

“Well I’m very proud of you.”

Steve beams and you can’t help but return the smile. 

“I’m proud of myself too. Thank you for everything Steve.” Unconsciously you throw your arms around his midsection and hug him right. 

His arms wrap around you and you feel him kiss the top of your head. You can’t help but sigh at the comforting gesture. 

“I’ll see you soon?” You ask hopefully.

“Of course, unless Nat decides to keep you for herself.” 

“Never,” you shake your head. “I’ll always have time for you.” 

“Good, I’ll make sure to use it all up then.” 

You take your bag from him and unlock the front door. With a final wave goodbye you and Marvin head up to your apartment. It’s the first time in a very long time that you’ve felt the heavy weight of guilt and anger and regret get lighter. You can’t help but think that Steve is right. With everything you go out and do you are freeing yourself from his hold on you.

 More importantly you’re starting to feel like yourself again. 

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Summary: Steve thought he’d lost both his best friends in the war, but he never expected seventy years later to find out that he’d ever get to see the two that mattered most to him again. First Bucky, now he’s told the reader is alive too? Will he ever get the chance to tell the reader how he feels or is all lost? Bucky came back, so why can’t you?

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Part Thirty: Happy Birthday Steve!

[slow burn romance between Steve Rogers and SHIELD agent Emma Baker]

Warnings: 18+, contains humor, fluff, mental health, family trauma, romance, angst, language, violence, (potentially smut later on).

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Emma and Steve try to come up with a plan to free their friends from the Raft and then celebrate his birthday together!

The next day Emma and Steve wake up and make their way back to the lodge to stake it out once more. Once they get near the lodge, Emma drives the truck down a small road, almost invisible to the untrained eye, that leads to the back of the property. After she parks the truck a mile from the lodge, she and Steve make the trek through the muddy terrain. On multiple occasions, Emma almost slips and falls, so Steve decides to take her hand in his. He laces his fingers with hers and squeezes her hand with a small smile as he looks over at her to make sure it was okay. Seeing Emma's smile at the gesture fills Steve's heart with happiness, so grateful that he can finally hold her hand and comfort her as more than a friend.

After staking out the place and having SAM run multiple scans on the property, Emma and Steve decide that it would be safe to finally make the move into the lodge that day. The pair make their way to the motel to gather their few possessions before going back to the lodge to figure out their next steps.

When the pair arrive at the lodge, Emma gets out of the truck and slowly runs her hand along the sanded railing that lines the front stairs. Every other time Emma had been over since her grandparents' passing was just for the occasional checkup on the property and for Grammie's funeral, she had never really had time to be with her thoughts about the place. But now as she pauses her walk to look out at the lake they were all bombarding her and her mind is taken back to the day that she first moved in with her grandparents quite abruptly...

Thirteen-year-old Emma runs down the hall and into the linen closet in her grandparents' lodge. With shaking hands, she opens the secret door her grandfather had installed for her to escape from her father during times like this. She climbs down the ladder and runs through the hall to the attached storm shelter, tears streaming down her face. When she gets to her place of safety, she sits in the corner with her knees pulled to her chest for some meager sense of comfort.

Even though the shelter is a distance from the house, Emma can hear her father's shouting voice carrying on the wind outside. "Tell me where my daughter went, old man!"

Gramps raises his voice right back, asking, "Why? So you can take her back to that shack you're living in and just abandon her like you always do?"

"The little bitch stole Teresa's car to get here! She needs to learn her place!"

"You are not laying a finger on her, Derrick!"

"Tell me where she is!"

Emma doesn't hear the rest of the conversation over her crying, but what she misses is her grandfather saying in a low voice to her mother and father, "You two need to leave. Right now. Before I call the authorities to remove you." All Emma can hear over her choked sobs though was the slamming of car doors and screeching of tires, fearing the worst as she clutches her legs impossibly closer to her shaking body.

Meanwhile outside, Derrick and Teresa speed away from the lodge, not paying attention to their surroundings as they drive. As they make the turn out of the driveway of the property, they fail to see a semi-truck speeding down the road and get hit. When they hear the noise, Gail and Dave make their way to the site of the crash to see what the source was. When they see the truck stopped and the mangled car in front of it, Gail covers her mouth in shock. As much as she hated how the two treated Emma, that was still her daughter in that car and now she was gone... "Gail, get back to Emma. Make sure she's okay. I'll deal with this," Gramps tells Grammie, turning her away from the crash.

Back at the lodge, the door to the shelter opens and reveals to Emma her grandmother's tear-covered face. She climbs down the stairs and sits beside Emma, holding her in her arms. Gramps enters a little while later and sighs, shaking his head. He takes a seat beside Emma and Gail and puts his arm around them both.

"You don't have to worry about them anymore, Emma," he tells her with a kiss on her temple. "Everything will be okay..."

"Emma?" Steve asks, walking up behind her. He notices a tear slip from her eye and wraps his arms around her. "Is everything okay?" he asks, gently pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

Emma sighs and shakes her head, trying to forget the memory. "Sorry, I was just...remembering a not-so-fond memory..." she whispers.

"If you want to talk about it, I'm here for you, Em," Steve tells her, turning her around and pulling her into an embrace. "After what you told me your childhood was like, being back here can't be easy. I just want you to know you don't have to pretend to be strong around me, okay?" Emma nods as she relaxes into Steve's strong arms and closes her eyes, the bad memories fading away for now.

Steve and Emma spend the next couple of weeks in the lodge growing closer and getting used to living alone together while trying to come up with a plan to get the others out of the Raft. Also during this time with help from SAM, Emma takes the lodge off of renting sites so no one could accidentally stumble across them while they're hiding from the government. After a while of searching, Emma and Steve find the stash of cash Gramps had hidden before he passed due to his mistrust of banks and they use that as a means of buying some clothes and groceries.

One day after Emma gets back from the store, Steve helps her unpack the groceries. As he places the last can on the shelf, one of the burner phones he bought when they first went on the run starts to ring. They shoot each other a look as Steve goes to answer the phone. "Hello?"

"Steve, hey. It's Nat," comes Natasha's voice from the phone.

Steve puts the phone on speaker and says, "Hey Nat!"

Emma smiles and tells her, "I'm glad you got out of there safe."

From her end of the call, Natasha smiles. "It's good to hear your voice, Baker." She pauses before asking, "So Cap, what was your genius plan to get our friends out of prison?"

Steve chuckles and scratches the back of his neck, telling her, "I've actually been stuck on that one. I don't have a way of getting there without breaking into some sort of government facility and stealing an aircraft. I'm sure I could handle it once I got there, but getting there is the problem."

"I mean it's not like you haven't done that before," Natasha says, an audible smirk on her lips. "But I do have a way around that."

"A way around it?" Emma asks.

"Give me your coordinates and I'll show you," she tells them.

"And you don't have Ross or anyone on your tail?" Steve asks.

"No, I don't, Steven," she scoffs, "who do you think I am?" Steve laughs before telling her their approximate location. "Okay, I'll see you two soon," she tells them.

"See ya," Emma replies as Steve hangs up the phone. Emma smiles at Steve and tells him, "Hey that's great that she has a plan to get them out!"

Steve responds with a quiet, "Yeah," that makes Emma tilt her head in confusion.

"What's wrong? It's good news isn't it?"

"Oh yeah, it's great news, but..."

"But what?" Emma prompts when he doesn’t answer the question for a few moments.

"I just don't want to risk you on a mission like this," he tells her quietly.

"Oh, well I mean I do have my new tech that Shuri set me up with, I wouldn't be defenseless."

"I know that, but this is the most secure prison in the world, Em. They have top-notch security, the best in the biz," he says. He pauses and laughs a bit before adding, "And honestly I'm being a bit selfish here. I really wanna have my special girl to come back to and not have her get hurt on a mission that could go wrong so easily."

Emma giggles as she leans up to kiss him. When she does this, Steve puts both his hands on her hips as he smiles into the kiss. He pulls away for a second and rests his forehead on Emma's. After spending a few moments simply being in one another's embrace, Emma laughs a bit and admits, "You know, it's honestly embarrassing how long I've wanted to kiss you and now that I can whenever I want, I'm the happiest girl on Earth..."

Steve chuckles and asks teasingly, "And how long may that have been?" Emma turns her face away from his with a blush on her cheeks and mumbles the answer where he can't hear. Steve laughs and says, "I couldn't hear you, Em."

"At least three years," she replies sheepishly.

The words hit Steve as he remembers when he first started having feelings for Emma years before. Regretting not telling her before now, he decides not to admit how long he had these feelings and instead tells her, "Well how 'bout we make up for lost time until Nat gets here?"

"You don't have to ask me twice," she replies with a smirk as Steve pulls her close.

Soon after, Steve and Emma hear leaves crunching in the distance and look out the window to see what the source was. The pair get up quietly and make their way to ambush positions at the door just in case it was an unexpected guest. From a little ways away though, Emma hears a distinctive whistle, the pitch going from high to low.

"The whistle, it's Nat!" Emma tells Steve, her body relaxing as she opens the door and whistles back, changing the pitch from low to high. As she approaches the door, Emma calls out, "Hey!"

"Hey yourself," she replies while hugging Emma.

Emma pulls away after a few seconds and compliments Natasha, "I'm digging the blonde hair."

Natasha smiles, saying, "I did this out of necessity, but thank you. If you're going with us, I'd recommend dying yours too. Less chance of people recognizing you. As of right now, you're still listed as a missing person."

"So what's this big plan of yours?" Steve asks, walking up to them and breaking up the conversation.

"Straight to business, huh Rogers?" Nat asks with a smile.

"Oh come here," he tells her as he takes her into his arms for a bear hug.

Natasha flinches at his strong embrace and lets out a groan of pain, saying, "Watch the bruising, Cap."

"You too with the bruising? I thought you were fine after the attack in Vienna, what the hell happened?" he asks as he pulls away.

"I kinda took down the Red Room," she replies with a smirk.

Steve smiles and says, "Really? I'm proud of you."

"Thanks," she tells him. "But I'm not here to talk about me. We need a plan to get our friends outta their cells."

"And here I was thinking you had a plan," Steve replies.

"I didn't say I had a plan, I said I had a way to get there. That's something completely different."

"Well how about we discuss it over some tea?" Emma asks.

"Fine by me," Steve replies with a smile, following Emma to the kitchen where she starts making tea for all of them.

As the tea brews, the three discuss strategy going into the Raft, how they'll get everyone out, and finally what happens after. "Well, Baker can use her tech to hack into the security feed so no one sees us yeah?" Natasha asks.

"Emma's sitting this one out," Steve informs her. "It's too dangerous. The two of us will be enough to free everyone."

"Plus if anyone else is gonna be staying here I need to get rooms prepared," Emma tells her. "Who all do you think would be coming back?"

"You can probably plan on Sam and Wanda. Clint and Lang have families, I'm sure they'll strike a plea bargain to stay with them," Nat replies. "As for me, my family will be right here so count me in."

"Sounds like a plan," Emma replies. "What's my prep timeline looking like?"

"Probably a few days?" Nat asks cautiously.

"We'll need a little bit to get anyone off our trail," Steve agrees, subtly shooting Emma a worried glance. He hates the thought of leaving her here all by herself for that long, but they need to do what has to be done.

"While we're gone you can get stocked up on groceries and supplies," Natasha says, sliding the bag she was carrying over to her.

"What's in there?" Emma asks.

"Just some fake IDs, cash, and a piece of tech that will come in very handy for you," she replies. Emma takes out the tech in reference and Natasha informs her of what it is. "Put that on and you can change what people see your face as. It'll help whenever you go out so you have no way of being recognized as a missing person. I used it back in DC and when I was taking down the Red Room. It's foolproof."

Emma nods as she digs through the bag of fake IDs, picking one up that has Nat's face on it and laughing, asking, "Fanny Longbottom?"

Natasha laughs and says, "See, that's what I said too! The guy that made these though said it was a real name somewhere out there so I went with it." The three laugh about the names on some more of the IDs before finalizing the plans for the jailbreak.

Once they're done planning, Steve and Nat are about to head out and to the jet Natasha brought. Steve hesitates before walking towards the front door, worried about the what-if of it all. Emma notices and pulls him in for a hug, saying, "Steve, nothing is gonna happen to me while you're gone. No one knows I'm helping you right now. If anyone shows up - and they won't - for all they know I got away from the blast in Vienna and decided to take a break from everything and stay here for a while. It'll be okay."

"Okay..." Steve says quietly.

"Now you two go out there and save our friends," Emma tells him, kissing him quickly. "Be safe."

From the doorway, Natasha lets out an exaggerated, "It's about damn time! It was like watching grass grow waiting for you two to get together!"

Emma blushes and hides her face in Steve's chest at the comment and he wraps his arms around her, kissing the top of her head with a chuckle at her reaction and how cute it was. "And this gives me all the more reason to get back safe," Steve says aloud to make the smile on Emma's face impossibly wider.

Finally coming out from her hiding spot in Steve’s chest, Emma looks at Nat and laughs before saying, "Don't say anything to Sam, we wanna see how long it takes him to figure it out."

"Got it," she says with a laugh. She turns her attention to Steve and tells him, "Now let's get going, they won't break themselves out."

While Nat and Steve are gone, Emma prepares the lodge for more guests by fixing up the rooms and stocking up the pantry. One day while at the store she also gets an assortment of hair products and supplies to change her and Wanda's looks as Natasha recommended. She also takes the liberty of gathering things to have a birthday party for Steve when they get back because his birthday is coming up in the next few days.

One afternoon Emma is rearranging the pantry again, a nervous habit she picked up while waiting for the others to arrive, when a pair of arms wrap around her and lift her into the air. Emma is about to go into self-defense mode but stops when she hears Sam's laugh and his voice in her ear, saying, "Man it's good to see you, Ems!"

Emma laughs as Sam sets her back on the ground. "It's good to see you too!"

"We were so worried after what SAM sent out when the...incident happened," he tells her hesitantly as he hugs her once more.

"So I heard," Emma replies.

When Sam releases her, she sees Wanda in the kitchen as well and quickly takes the few steps to hug her. "I'm glad you're here, Wanda."

"Me too," she replies quietly, tears forming in the corners of her eyes.

Emma then hugs Natasha and finally Steve, of course spending more time in Steve's arms than anyone else's. After finally ending their embrace, Emma announces, "So for our three newcomers, I have good news and bad-ish news. The good news is that everyone will get their own beds, but the slightly less good news is that two of them are in one room."

"Wanda and I will take the shared room," Natasha volunteers.

"Great, so that leaves Sam with the second guest room," Emma says. "Second order of business is this: seeing as everyone is here and finally together again, tomorrow we are having a celebration. For a reunion of friends and to celebrate our Captain's birthday!"

"Hear, hear!" Natasha calls out while taking down a liquor bottle from the cabinet, the last week clearly weighing on her from her body language and demeanor.

"Sam, is it okay if you grill up some food? I bought stuff in hopes you would," Emma asks.

"I'd never pass up a chance to grill and celebrate friendship and Steve," he replies with a smile.

"You really didn't have to do all of this, Em," Steve tells her as the others are distracted talking to each other.

"But I want to," she replies. "I'm just trying to be the best girlfriend I can here."

"Well you're doing wonderfully," he replies with a smile and a gentle squeeze of her hand. Emma smiles and then turns her attention to the others once again, asking if Wanda could help her decorate in the morning and if Nat could come up with a drink menu from what they have in the cabinets.

After this, for the rest of the day, everyone takes a tour of the property and plays board games that were stashed in the den's entertainment area. The group laughs and jokes around, forgetting the past few weeks' events at least for a night.

The next morning Emma is up early preparing for the day. She fixes breakfast and one by one the lodge’s occupants all wake up at the smell of it drifting through the vents. Steve is the first one out of bed, and when Emma turns to see that it's him, she smiles and says, "Good morning and happy birthday!"

Steve walks up behind her and wraps his arms around her, making sure not to interrupt her cooking. "Good morning sweetheart," he mumbles as he kisses the top of her head.

Emma feels her cheeks ignite in a blush at the cute nickname as she turns her head up to kiss Steve quickly before asking, "Did you sleep okay?"

Steve nods. "I slept a lot better than I have been, knowing that everyone was safe here."

"I'm glad," Emma replies, a small smile on her lips as she hands him a piece of the bacon she cooked a few minutes before his arrival. The two hear footsteps approaching the kitchen and Steve untangles himself from Emma and walks to the cabinet to grab a cup for a drink as Sam walks into the area.

"Morning Sam," Emma calls after seeing who was making the noise.

"Morning, Ems," he replies before basically tackling Steve and singing happy birthday out of time and off-pitch. Emma laughs at the scene as she starts the pancakes for everyone while still frying bacon.

Soon after, everyone is in the kitchen eating. "You know, I don't think I've ever been so grateful for pancakes in my entire life, Emma," Sam tells her after finishing his plate and heading to grab more from the serving plate.

Wanda nods and says, "The food they gave us in that prison was horrible. I'm glad to get an actual meal."

"And I'm glad to provide," Emma says.

From her place at the table, Natasha looks out the window and asks, "Why don't we swim later? Is it safe in there Emma?"

"As far as I know it is yeah," Emma replies. "If you guys want to go, feel free, don't let me ruin the fun. I think at some point Gramps installed a rope and tire swing out there, you guys go have fun when you're up for it! I still need to do some stuff here for the day."

"You don't have to tell me twice," Sam says and then shouts, "Today is a party day folks!" Laughter fills the room at Sam's excitement as everyone finishes up their breakfast.

After cleaning up, Emma and Wanda head outside to decorate the porch with streamers and lights for when it got dark out. As they work, Wanda and Emma talk about how the last few weeks were for them, supporting one another through the tough parts.

When they finish decorating, Wanda joins the others in going swimming in the lake while Emma elects to stay inside to start on desserts for later that night. She starts on an apple pie and some red velvet cake for cake pops, taking her time to make sure everything would be perfect for the occasion. After a little while, the timer goes off and Emma takes the baked goods out of the oven to cool. Right as she places the dishes on cooling racks, a pair of strong arms wrap around her waist and hoist her into the air. It takes her a few seconds to realize that she was tossed over Sam's shoulder as he runs out the back door of the lodge.

"Samuel Wilson! What are you doing?"

"You've been in that kitchen for far too long while we're out here having fun! It's time for you to get in on the action!" Sam exclaims as he runs toward the lake.

Emma tries to wrestle herself out of Sam's grip and tries to say, "Sam, I can't-" but she isn’t able to finish her sentence before she's tossed into the water. As water engulfs her, Emma struggles as she sinks further down, not knowing how to properly paddle her way back to the surface.

Meanwhile back on the dock, Steve and Sam look into the water, not seeing Emma resurface. Steve connects the dots and says, "Sam, I don't think she can swim!" He quickly dives into the water and finds Emma before she could drown. A few tense seconds later Steve gets Emma back onto the dock where she coughs up a bit of water that made its way into her lungs. He pats her back and moves the hair out from her eyes, asking, "Are you okay?"

Emma coughs one more time before saying to Sam, "I can't swim you jackass."

Sam puts his hands up in self-defense. "I had no idea! You lived here for years, there's a lake right outside the cabin, I assumed that you knew!"

Emma can't stay mad at him and his sorry-filled eyes, so she laughs and tells him, "Maybe listen to me next time and we'll be good."

"Deal," he says.

Suddenly though, there's a splash of water that hits Sam in the face. He looks around to see who did it but no one else is in the water; Steve is still sitting beside Emma on the dock while Nat and Wanda swing on the swings hanging from the tree. "Okay who the hell?"

Sam turns to Steve and Emma subtly turns her head to look at Wanda who winks as she sends another jet of water at Sam. What ensues once he figures out what was going on is an all-out water war. Emma laughs as she sprints off the dock to avoid the crossfire from everyone splashing each other. From the safe distance, she watches as her friends all have a blast with each other, just happy that they were all back together again.

After a couple of hours of sitting in the sun and playing games, everyone decides to head back to the lodge to get ready for dinner. Sam gets the meat seasoned and fires up the grill while Emma and Wanda finish decorating and bring a table outside and Natasha raids the liquor cabinet for drinks. When Emma and Wanda are done with their task, Wanda goes to help out Natasha while Emma heads inside to finish up the desserts.

Before heading back into the kitchen to start melting chocolate for the cake balls, Emma goes to her room and changes into a light blue sun dress she picked out just for the occasion while she was in town last. When she gets back into the kitchen she reaches for a pan in one of the tallest cabinets, standing on her tiptoes in her attempt to get it. Seeing her slight struggle, Steve comes up behind her and grabs it for her. She smiles at the gesture and says, "Why thank you," while leaning up for a quick kiss.

"Anything for you, beautiful," Steve tells her which makes a dark blush appear on her cheeks in response. After she regains her composure and starts working on the desserts, Steve asks, "How can I help?"

"You don't have to do a thing, hun. It's your day!" Emma replies. Steve sighs as he wraps his arms around her, giving in, knowing she wouldn't budge on the subject.

After a few minutes of being in Steve's embrace, Emma turns her head to look up at him and says, "I really like this. Just being in your arms..."

"I do too," he replies and gives her a quick kiss on the temple. A comfortable silence fills the air for a few moments before Steve says, "You know, for a while I thought that I didn't want to live the domestic life anymore after being an Avenger for so long, but this... I could get on board with this. Living in a beautiful house with my favorite girl. Life doesn't get better."

Emma's cheeks tint pink at the words and she giggles as she replies, "It is really nice."

As Emma moves to coat the chocolate on the cake, Steve untangles himself from her and goes to sit on part of the counter that she wasn't using. He looks to be deep in thought for a moment before he says, "You know, as strange as this sounds, there have been points when I've completely forgotten what's going on outside this property. It's just been so peaceful out here that it slips my mind that we're probably public enemy number one right now."

"Well I'm glad you aren't constantly worried about that," Emma replies. "And I'm really glad that Maria and Fury set it up to where this place and my family were off the books. Makes it a lot easier for this to be a safe house. Keeping you guys protected is the least I can do after all you've done for me."

"We're very fortunate to have you, Em," Steve tells her with a smile.

As Emma finishes up the dessert, Steve jumps off the counter and gets a bit of excess chocolate off the paper to have. Emma looks over to him and sees a bit on the corner of his lips and says, "You have a little something there."

"Hm?"

"Right here," Emma says and kisses him right where the chocolate is.

Steve smiles into the kiss and after Emma pulls away he asks, "Isn't that the cheesiest thing ever from your romance movies? The thing you used to always cringe at when we watched them together?"

"Yes, but now I have you and I realized that it's cute, not cringy. Plus back then I had already sworn off feelings but now..." she retorts with a laugh. "Admit it, you enjoyed it."

At that moment Nat comes into the kitchen and calls to them, "Why don't the two of you stop making puppy eyes at each other and come eat? Sam just finished grilling."

"On it!" Emma calls back with a smile while she piles the cake balls onto a plate. Steve takes the apple pie that Emma warmed back up and follows her out to the porch where everyone else is waiting.

As the two of them emerge from inside and into the glow of the vintage hanging lights, Sam claps Steve on the back, saying, "Happy birthday again, man. What are you now, 98?"

Nat smirks from her spot at the table while she takes a swig from her beer saying, "Damn I forget how old you are, Rogers."

"Well this old man can kick any of your asses any day," Steve says with a laugh as he sits the pie down and takes a seat.

"Maybe ours, but not that spider kid's," Sam comes back with a laugh. "He totally kicked your ass."

"He did not!" Steve argues.

"He did knock you down several times," Wanda says as she makes her plate.

"And I dropped a shipping container on him!"

"But right before that he had you all webbed up and you couldn't move," Nat challenges.

"But I got out," Steve replies.

Emma takes in the conversation and asks with a smirk, "Did he go for your legs?"

Steve's mouth opens to try and come up with something to say back but all he can come up with is, "Whose side are you on here?"

Emma laughs as she adds, "I keep telling you Steve, you need to watch your legs when you're fighting."

Steve sighs and replies with a chuckle, "You got me there." Emma takes her seat beside Steve and squeezes his knee to make sure he knows she was just joking and he takes her hand in his in return, lacing their fingers together under the table.

"Oh one more thing, Cap," Sam says loudly which causes Steve to sigh and raise his eyebrows. "Didn't he get your shield at one point?"

"Okay, I didn't even know where the kid came from, Sam. There was no way I could have stopped that from happening," Steve tells him.

"Excuses, excuses," Natasha says with a wink in Steve's direction.

Emma can't help but laugh at the conversation and the sound fills Steve's heart with joy. He was happy they could all look back at that week with laughter rather than tears.

After the banter dies down, everyone eats their food, drinks, and tells stories of what Emma missed and even some from other points in their lives. After a few too many drinks, Emma and Wanda sit to the side and laugh with each other about Wanda levitating cake balls away from Sam's hand as he tries to eat them.

A little while later Emma checks an imaginary watch with a yawn and stands up from her chair, slightly off-balance, and calls to the rest of the group, "Well I'm gonna call it for the night folks!"

She is met with a chorus of goodnight calls and Steve notices her unstable state and laughs to himself before saying, "I think she may need a little help getting inside." So with that, Steve walks over to Emma and wraps his arm around her waist and walks her inside, guiding her down the hall to her room. When they're almost there, Emma stops Steve and looks up at him, asking, "Can you kiss me?"

Steve chuckles but nods, leaning down a bit to kiss her on the lips. Emma rests her hands on his shoulders and pulls him closer to her with a smile. Steve rests a hand on her hip as he kisses her again, still feeling like he needs to make up for their lost time together.

After a few more tender moments, Steve leads Emma to her room and grabs her some pj's as she brushes her teeth. When she emerges dressed in the garments, she gives Steve a bear hug, saying, "Hey, I hope you had a great birthday."

"I most definitely did, thank you," he replies and plants a quick kiss on her lips. "You made this day and our reunion with our friends amazing and I can't begin to express how grateful I am for that...and for you, sweetheart."

"And I, you," Emma replies with a soft smile. She yawns as she buries her head into Steve's chest once more, not wanting to let go. After a minute, she finally does though and tells him, "You go have some more fun okay? Goodnight."

"Goodnight to you too," he replies as he kisses her on the forehead, "sleep well."

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[sarahowritesostucky]

📖"Temporary Custody"

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Steve x ofc x Bucky; Steve x Bucky

Word Count: 4861

Tags: Dom/sub, bdsm au, dom Bucky, sub reader, hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers, gay sex'n'stuff, straight sex'n'stuff, Steve being a literal Golden Retriever, mental health issues, dub-con, forced submission, referenced childhood abuse and resultant mental health issues, bakery au, m/f/m, gentle domination, total power exchange

Summary: The stigma and shame of being a submissive has kept Mary unfulfilled and in the closet her whole life, until an inciting incident leads to Bucky and Steve taking her in and giving her everything she was always too afraid to ask for.

Trigger warnings: This story contains themes of eating disordered behavior, body image issues, childhood abuse, self-harm, mental illness, and alcohol abuse.

Wait! I haven't read an earlier chapter of this fic! Story Masterpost

11. Palmiers

Bucky

Because he’s on the far end of the spectrum, Bucky’s sex drive is affected by his condition. He wakes up hard almost every morning of his life, and Steve doesn’t need much encouragement to get himself worked up into the same state very quickly. Mutual morning jerk offs were always bound to become part of their routine.

They take a shower and stand toe to toe, hands sliding and groping all over each others’ slick bodies, pulling on their cocks until both of them are shooting off against each other’s bellies. The water washes it away, and Steve gives him a deep, happy kiss. “Mmm. Mornin’.”

“Blegch. Go brush your teeth, you heathen.”

Steve laughs and gets out of the shower. Bucky stays in for a few minutes longer, adjusting the spray to its hardest setting and letting the hot water beat down on his back and shoulders. He sighs and stretches his neck this way and that, trying to get his vertebrae to pop, but his muscles are all too tight, and the stretching just seems to make it worse. Bucky drops his head in defeat. In all honesty, his shoulders and neck and back are all pretty fucked after months of near-constant use of his prosthetic.

Steve’s right: he doesn’t usually wear it this much. And he’s also right that Bucky’s been wearing it all day every day because he wants to feel powerful and able bodied in front of Mary. As per usual, Steve is the first one to have noticed what maladaptive behavior pattern he’s doing and why, and pointed it out to him. It really is for the best, Bucky knows. Because he can’t sustain wearing the arm all the time anymore. The thing is just too damn heavy.

The engineers who designed it have made tweaks and adjustments over the years. They’ve done all they can to lighten the load as much as possible, but the thing still weighs over twenty pounds. Twenty pounds doesn’t sound like much, but when it’s pulling on the same muscle groups day in and day out, everything in Bucky’s body winds up getting strained and unbalanced. He understands better now, how women fuck up their necks so badly from shouldering their purses (or their tits) around. A little bit of weight makes a big difference.

As a Dom, Bucky may have a tiny problem admitting when he needs help. He has to be in quite a bit of pain, trouble, or both, before he’ll ever speak up and allow himself to be vulnerable like that. It’s an inherent behavior that shrinks have been trying to therapize and medicate out of him since he was a kid, but nothing ever changed it much. Falling in love with Steve helped; Bucky can let himself be more vulnerable around him. But even still, it’s no small thing that he regularly approaches his husband to ask for help in getting his arm back on correctly (Bucky can do it, but it’s a pain in the ass, getting the mechanism lined up just right before it’ll take). 

He gets out of the shower and dries off, then approaches Steve with the prosthesis. “Gimme a hand?” 

Steve makes a cheerful noise of acknowledgement around his mouthful of toothpaste, spits and rinses, then takes the arm from Bucky. He lines it up just so, and then Bucky feels the deep shudder of the arm’s inner workings coming to life as they recognize their mate. The arm attaches and Steve lets go. 

“Thanks babe.”

“Uh huh.” 

It’s as Bucky’s bending over and pulling up his underwear and joggers that a spasm runs through his back and he cries out in a pained, “Ah!”

“Babe? What’s wrong?”

Gritting his teeth, Bucky slowly stands back up. He’s able to get his pants up, but when he tests the movement of his neck and shoulders, the pain flares again. It feels like everything between the base of his skull and his mid back is seizing up. “Fuck,” he hisses, frustrated. It’s his day off. He’d been planning to go to the gym for his long workout. 

Steve steps up and puts a worried hand on his left shoulder. “Babe? Do you need it off?” 

“No. I need some painkillers and a magnesium tablet,” he grunts, already turning around (full body, because turning his head is a bad idea right now). “Fuck.” He starts off for the kitchen. 

Steve follows along with worried protests, telling him to lay his “stubborn ass” down and he’ll get it for him. Bucky ignores him and goes to the kitchen cabinet where they keep their supplement stuff. He winds up yelling again when he tries to reach up and grab the ibuprofen. “Fuck!” he says angrily.

“Babe, I said to let me do it,” Steve scolds, his hand back on Bucky’s shoulder. “And let me take this off. It’s hurting you.”

“Steve, back off,” he snaps, angry and waspish from being in pain, and from being frustrated with his own goddamn body. 

“What’s going on?” 

Bucky turns his head without thinking, hisses in pain, and then turns himself full-body to face in Mary’s direction. She’s standing there looking at the two of them in concern, one hand holding one of those swirly, flaky, crack-cookies that she makes, and the other holding a cup of tea. Her eyes widen at the sight of Bucky’s arm and body, reminding him that this is the first time she’s seen him without a shirt on. “Nothin’,” Bucky grunts.

“Shit,” she says. “Are you guys fighting? Is this a couples’ fight? I’ll just …” She turns to leave back towards her room.

“We’re not fighting,” Steve says. “Buck’s just being an ass. He gets that way when he’s in pain.”

Bucky would turn his head to glare at him, but it isn’t worth another flair of agony in his shoulder. “I’m fine,” he says, when Mary comes back over. “It’s fine,” he stresses. He opens the pill bottle and dumps three capsules into his palm. “Jeez, will everybody stop babying me? I just need a glass of water.” 

“I’ll get it,” Steve says, causing Bucky to huff once again. “Don’t be a jerk, babe.”

“Why are you in pain?” Mary asks, her eyes tracing all over the left side of Bucky’s scarred up body. “Is it … does your arm hurt?” 

“No. It just fucks up my muscles, sometimes.”

“Your muscles?”

Bucky sighs impatiently. “Steve, do you know where the heating pad is?”

“I’ll have to look.” Steve has returned with a glass of water, and Bucky tosses back the handful of pills, wincing at how even the slight motion of raising his arm up makes his trap twinge in protest. “Ugh.” 

“You should get a massage,” Mary suggests, and Bucky fights not to lash out at her. She doesn’t know that one of his biggest pet peeves in life is having other people tell him what he “should” do.

“My PT maxed out back in October,” he tells her. “Doesn’t renew again till January.”

Steve takes the water glass from him once he’s done. “Go lie face down on the bed,” he murmurs. “I’ll find the heating pad.”

“Well I could do it,” Mary blurts out. Both Bucky and Steve pause and look at her. She looks surprised, too, as though she hadn’t been planning to say the words until they were out of her mouth, and now doesn’t know how to continue  “Um, that is ..." she gestures weakly with her cookie. “I just meant I know how to, if you wanted.” Eventually her cheeks color and she looks away. “Erm, Nevermind.”

“Wait,” Steve says. When Mary turns back, he’s looking at her earnestly, and Bucky thinks, Oh no. “You know how to give a back massage? Like a real one?”

“Yeah. My, ah, my ex always had neck problems, so.” She shrugs, looking embarrassed. “I took a class at the community college, learned the basics.”

Bucky blinks. That’s the subbiest fucking thing he’s ever heard. “You did this for the husband that beat you?” he drawls, immediately regretting it because it comes out sounding way more derogatory than he intends it to. “Sorry. I just … actually would pay good money for a massage right now. If you know how to do it.” 

Mary bites her lip, looking deliciously shy and sweet. Bucky’s mood sours as he realizes that she doesn’t really want to. He’s about to let her off the hook, but then some unconscious movement he makes without meaning to has him flinching in pain again. “Sheezus,” he complains. 

“It’s not usually this bad,” Steve worries.

“I must’a slept on it wrong.”

Mary nods, as if this settles it. “Okay. Well, go in the bedroom and tie your hair up so it's out of the way.” She turns to Steve, all but dismissing Bucky now that she’s got a task to complete. Bucky fights back an amused smirk as he heads towards the bedroom, and he hears Mary bossing Steve around, telling him she needs dry oil, the heating pad, towels, and all the seat cushions off the couch. 

The fuck does she need those for? Bucky thinks as he pads back into his and Steve’s room.

He finds out a moment later, when Mary and Steve come in with a couch cushion each, and Steve goes back out to get another. They lay them in a line on the bed, and Mary directs Bucky to lie on top of them, with his body placed just so and his face down just there, and … Oh. He gets it.

She’s left space between the cushion under Bucky’s chest, and the next cushion up, which supports his forehead. The gap creates a drop through for his face—like a massage table. And when she shapes the towel into a donut shape and sticks it there, it's pretty much perfect.

“Oh,” Bucky says, as he’s settling into place. “Oh, that’s actually really smart.” He can’t see Mary from his position, but somehow he senses her preening over the praise anyway. Steve returns from the bathroom with the heating pad and oil. “Found this stuffed in the back of the linen closet. I don’t know what ‘jojoba’ is, but, um … it’s either that or the virgin olive out in the pantry.”

“Do not use that,” Bucky grumbles. “Shit’s expensive, and I don’t wanna smell like garlic truffle for the next three days.”

“That’ll work fine.” Mary is totally task focused, ignoring Bucky’s surliness and telling Steve to apply the heating pad across Bucky’s shoulders and neck for thirty minutes before they get started.

“Thirty minutes?!” Bucky complains, unable to see anything but the top of the bedcovers as the two of them go out into the hallway. 

“Just relax, Babe,” Steve says (and if Bucky isn’t mistaken, he sounds amused). “Take a nap.”

“I just woke up!” He scoffs at the bedspread when the door quietly ‘snicks’ shut and he realizes that he’s been abandoned. “Well okay then,” he mutters petulantly. Steve is right: he does turn into an ass when he’s in pain. Hmm. Maybe he should work on that.

Steve

Steve turns the tv onto a low volume so they can talk without Bucky hearing. “Sorry about him,” he says. “He’s a humongous jerk whenever he’s feeling crummy.”

“You mean it’s not just all the time?” Mary drawls.

“He’s … just one of those people you have to learn to love before you like them.” Mary raises an eyebrow, and Steve winces. “Er, that sounded harsh. Don’t tell him I said that.”

She twists her lips and looks down. “Your secret’s safe with me.” 

“Thanks, Hon. You want more tea?” 

“Yes please. There’s more of the palmiers in a baggie next to the coffee pot, if you want any.” 

“Heck yeah, I love those things.” Steve had thought the prepackaged ones at Starbucks were good, hadn’t even realized that they weren’t supposed to be all stale and hard like that. Just another commercialized pastry that Mary’s gone and ruined him for. He goes into the kitchen and makes himself coffee and Mary tea, knowing by now how she takes it.

She thanks him silently as he returns and joins her on the couch, both of them sitting close to one another on the chaise, since it’s the only part of the couch that still has its cushion.

"Palmier is French. Know what else they call these?" Mary asks.

Steve's lips quirk. Mary's always got these little facts she knows about the origins of this pastry or that. It's cute. Endearing. "No," he plays along. "What?"

"Elephant ears, because of the shape, see?"

"Oh yeah. Huh. That's neat."

She goes back to eating and sipping at her teacup, and after a moment of unrequited, affectionate staring, Steve looks away. "Elephant ears," he murmurs, trying not to be mopey. "That's funny."

They split the palmiers between them, and aside from the sounds of them munching cookies and sipping their drinks, it’s quiet for a long time. Steve made both the tea and the coffee very hot, so they at least have the excuse of cradling and blowing on their steaming mugs to keep the silence from being too awkward. Mary keeps her eyes trained forward, but Steve gets the sense that she isn’t really paying attention to the home renovation program that’s playing on the tv. His suspicions are confirmed when she eventually asks,

“So: His arm.”

Steve inhales slowly. “Yeah. His arm.”

“What happened?”

Steve frowns. He can tell by her inflection that she’s asking not just about the arm, but about the state of Bucky’s entire left side from shoulder to hip. “We were in the army,” he confides. “Deployed overseas. I made captain young, but he was a specialist in the field: a sniper. So I wasn’t put into the same types of situations as he was. His convoy got blown up by an IED. And when the dust settled …” He shrugs. “No more arm.”

“Oh.” Mary sits there and absorbs that information. “I guess I kind of figured it was something like that. I mean what else is there, besides like, a shark attack or something?”

Steve’s mouth twitches. Shark attack, ha. He’ll have to suggest that one to Buck. Might be fun to lie about, the next time a stranger asks. “Naw, just a boring old bomb. And afterwards, well. It was a long road for him, after. He didn’t have the arm when I met him.”

Mary turns her head, surprised. “Oh. You two didn’t meet in the army?”

“No, after. I met him at the V.A., when he was already angry, hurt, and didn’t want to be where he was.” Steve looks over and gives her a meaningful look. “Kind of like when I first met you.” 

Her eyes widen, and then her face colors and she looks away again, pulling her knees up and hunkering over her mug. “Was I really that bad?” she mumbles.

“... You were pretty bad, Honey.”

She frowns and doesn’t say anything, and Steve decides to leave it alone. “So yeah, his arm. He got into a program for experimental cybernetics. It was a big gamble. Back then, he still had his arm down to nearly the elbow, which meant he could use a lot of the different types of prostheses they had on the market. The less arm you have, the less they can do for you. The surgeries for the implant required removal all the way up to and including his left shoulder blade. So if he went through with it and the procedures didn’t work out, he’d be left with less function than he started with.”

“Jeez.”

“Hm, yeah. It was a risk.” Steve stares across the living room as he remembers all of the hospital stays and surgeries and revisions and therapy appointments. “Luckily it worked out. They replaced some bones with metal supports, some of his natural muscle with enhanced synthetic tissue. His body didn’t reject any of the junk they were putting in him, which was the biggest worry. All in all, it took five surgeries over the course of three years, and then a shit ton of physiotherapy. Buck says it was worth it, now, but it wasn’t a walk in the park when it was happening, I’ll tell you that.”

Beside him, Mary makes a sad little noise in her throat. “But … all that and it still gives him pain?”

“Yeah. He gets PT for it, but like he said; it never winds up lasting the full year. I force him to my veterans' support group when I can, but he’s gotta be in a really charitable mood for that.” Steve snorts humorlessly. “He’s always hated being disabled. It doesn’t jive with his DPD. You know that stereotype about men: never wanting to stop and ask for directions?” 

“Yeah.”

"Well it's true. And then you take a guy who’s as far on the spectrum as Bucky is, and it’s ten times worse.” He widens his eyes in emphasis and gets a little giggle out of Mary for it, which makes him warm with pride. He pulls his feet up onto the couch next to Mary’s and nudges her knee with his. “Just fair warning: He’s the worst patient I’ve ever seen. So don’t take it personally if he’s grumpy at you in there.”

Mary frowns and looks away. “Well, I mean I don’t have to do this. If he doesn’t want to.”

“Pretty sure he wants to. And he needs help with it, whether his stubborn ass wants to admit it or not.”

She nods, though she still doesn’t look confident. “It’s been over a year since I worked on anybody …”

“Well then this’ll be good practice for you, won’t it?” Steve nudges her again in encouragement and tells her to finish up her tea: He doesn’t expect Bucky’ll lie around patiently for much longer.

(“Oh, and Hon, maybe don’t tell him we were out here talking about him this whole time.”)

(“Duh.”)

In the bedroom, Mary climbs onto the bed next to where Bucky is laid out on the couch cushions. She takes the heating pad off his neck and puts it aside, looking nervously over the broad expanse of his back. “Um …” She reaches for the oil bottle and pumps some into her hands. She spends a long, long time just spreading it between her hands and staring at Bucky, until finally he snaps,

“What’s the holdup?” 

“Babe, be nice,” Steve warns. “Mary? You need anything?”

“Um, no. It’s just … usually I'd ..." She makes an aborted move, like she's thinking about repositioning herself, but winds up staying where she is. "Right," she mutters to herself. "This'll work fine." She reaches forward like she’ll start rubbing Bucky’s back, hesitates, shuffles closer to his side, then sets her hands on his shoulders.

Bucky doesn’t so much as twitch, but he’s not used to new people touching him, and Steve would bet money that his eyes are clenched shut right now.

“Okay,” Mary warns. “I haven’t done this in awhile, so don’t get your hopes up for a miracle or anything.”

“Anything’ll be better than what I can do myself,” Bucky says gruffly, voice somewhat muffled by the cushions. “Just go to town. You can’t hurt me any worse.”

Steve can see Mary’s face, and he knows by now what she looks like when she’s flustered. Awkwardly, he steps to the side, heading for the door. “I’ll just go watch some—”

“No!” Mary squeaks, and when Steve turns back around she’s looking at him with wide eyes. “Don’t leave,” she says, like being left alone touching Bucky is the worst possible thing that could happen. Steve doesn’t miss how the muscles in Bucky’s arms do tense at hearing her plead for Steve to stay. 

“Uhm, okay. I’ll just … be over here.” He leans back against the dresser, feeling almost painfully awkward. Once again, he’s reminded how Mary has shown absolutely no desire to engage in sexual contact with them. He hopes she doesn’t think this is a ploy to force physical contact. She was the one who suggested it, after all.

She starts at the base of Bucky’s skull, rubbing her thumbs in small circles. “As I go along, try to tell me which areas feel the worst,” she murmurs, and Bucky hums in acknowledgement. Steve watches as she pushes and circles and kneads Bucky’s neck, working down on into his shoulders. He’s struck by how feminine and tiny her hands look against Bucky’s body … and then has to steer his mind away from the thought of how tiny they might look in other places.

“Ah, fuck,” Bucky gasps, when she reaches a certain spot on the left side of his neck.

She freezes. “Bad?” 

“Nngh. Good,” he slurs. “That whole area from there goin’ down into my back ‘n all around my shoulder blade is where it’s worst.”

“Okay.” She tentatively presses around in and around the left side of his neck and shoulder. “Oh, yeah. It starts right here and goes down.” She slides her hand down the muscle and hums. “Oh, I can feel it.”

(Steve tries really hard not to think sexual thoughts.)

“Riiight here? and … here?"

Between the cushions, Bucky’s voice comes out in a series of garbled moans.

“That’d be a yes,” Steve interprets, and Mary actually shoots him a grin at that. Glad to have cut the tension a bit, he dares to take a few steps closer to the bed. He peers down at what Mary’s doing, the way her fingers dig in at sharp, focused points in some places and rub more gently in others. “It’s your trap that’s the worst,” she mutters distractedly, feeling around with her hands and staring off into space with the tip of her tongue poking out at the corner of her mouth. It’s cute. “Mmm, but probably your levator scapulae, too. Those tend to get fucked up hand in hand.”

“Mmrr.”

“And here: your rhomboid.”

“Ooh!”

“Tender?” 

“Shuyeahhh,” Bucky grunts, then his breath hitches when she digs into another spot. “Oh, yep yep right there. Was’that?”

Steve can’t help but grin. Bucky sounds like he’s drooling at this point.

“Your trapezius muscle. It's big. Does a lot of work, covers a large area. Probably the main offender.” Mary hums and feels around a little more. “Oof, yeah. You’ve got a whole bunch of tension right here.”

“You can feel it?” Steve asks, fascinated. He can't see anything.

“Yeah. Here, gimme your hand.” Steve is taken aback when she grabs his hand and guides his fingers into place, her own smaller hand pressing down. “Riiight there. You feel it?”

Steve swallows thickly. “Ah, yeah.” His eyes flick from her hand on his hand on Bucky’s back, up to her face, and back again before she can catch him looking. “Y-yeah it’s hard.” He grimaces at his choice of words (If he's not careful, "it" soon will be).

“I’m gonna focus on this one for a few minutes,” Mary tells Bucky. Then you can guide me around to the other bad spots.”

“Sounds good,” he slurs. Steve is about to take a step back again, but then Bucky calls out, “Hey Babe?”

“Yeah?”

“Pay attention to what she’s doin’. It feels really fuckin’ good.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Mmhm. You can learn n' do it next time,” he says dreamily. On his back, Mary’s hands still for the briefest of seconds. “S’goood.”

Steve nods and comes back to sit on the bed. “Okay,” he agrees, scooting in close and glancing at Mary. Her face looks pinched all of a sudden, her expression stiffened as if in annoyance. “I promise I’m not as dumb as I look,” he jokes, and watches as her face smooths out and she smiles a little.

“Oh! Oh no it’s … it’s okay, I don’t mind. I’ll teach you how.”

“Don’t mind me, m’just a teaching tool,” Bucky drawls, and Steve laughs and pats his shoulder. 

“Yeah you are. So shut up and let her teach.”

Bucky grunts and shuts up. Steve looks to Mary for instruction. He can tell she’s uncomfortable, but she manages to hide it well and keep herself on track. The more he pays attention, the sooner she can get herself out of this and never have to do it again. “Ready to learn,” he tells her.

“Now when you’re doing this, you can get more leverage if you straddle his waist.” She says this like it’s a foregone assumption that she would never dare to sit on Bucky’s waist, and Steve is sure she doesn’t notice the grumpy huff of breath Bucky gives.

“Right,” Steve says, pained. “Okay, so where are the bad spots again?”

“Put your hand here.” She takes his hand again and places it just to the left of Bucky’s spine at the level of his shoulder blade. “Slide your fingers out. There. Feel that difference? Feel how it changes when you move out to just … there?” She guides his fingers, and Steve nods. 

“Y-yeah.” Mostly, he’s just thinking about how nice Mary’s warm, oiled, tiny hand feels guiding his hand around. “Yeah.”

“The trap’s on top, but there are other muscles underneath of this one, and that differentiation you feel is where the rhomboid is ending and the—”

She keeps talking, and Steve tries to pay attention and learn, he really does. But his mind is a veritable sieve, for how well he retains the information. It’s all in one ear and out the other, ninety percent of his attention stuck on Mary’s hands on him, guiding him, pressing on his fingers and gliding his touch over Bucky’s skin. Fuck, how did they wind up here? 

Eventually, having taught Steve the basics, Mary lets him go and works on Bucky’s shoulders for a little while more. For the most part it’s quiet, with Bucky making soft grunts of pain whenever she finds a new cluster of knotted muscle, and sighs of relief once she works them out. 

Her hands linger on Bucky’s mid back when she’s done. She doesn’t seem to know what to do. “Erm. Okay. I think … I think that’s it.”

When neither Bucky nor Steve says anything, she retreats on her own, getting off the bed and looking between Bucky’s prone form and Steve’s sorrowful expression. “So, kay. You can get up, if you want. Just move slowly.”

Bucky’s right hand gives her the thumbs up symbol, but the entire rest of his body doesn’t move. “Thanks Mare. Just give us a second. That was really good. Thank you. Thanks for teaching Steve.”

It’s the “Thanks for teaching Steve” that seems to do it. Mary’s expression firms up and she nods curtly, leaving the room and shutting the door behind her. Steve stays sitting on the bed next to Bucky in silence for a long minute, then says knowingly, “Got a boner?”

“Yep.”

*This chapter would've had the "breaking point," but I don't like to post chapters of more than 4-5000 wordcounts on Tumblr. So the next part will be up in a bit once I fine tune and add to it.

**And to anyone who's only ever had store bought, pre-packaged palmiers: I'm so sorry. Along with Madeleines, those should never be eaten more than a few hours max after they've been baked.

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~ Ties that bind ~

Bucky x reader- arranged marriage.

Summary: You agreed to arrange marriage when you were little, after seeing who you are to marry. You wish you could go back.

Warning- drinking? None i can't think of.

(Spelling may be bad as I'm very dyslexic sorry in advance)

You've been staying in your bestfriends apartment for 2 days now, you've just had more time to think about what will become of your life, you didn't get as many texts from James as you thought when you went to bed around 11PM but oh lord when you woke up it wouldn't stop going off, in all truth your phone died and you fell asleep with it on charge.

"Omg, would you turn that off.. It's 6:30, i love you, but not that much.." your friend groaned as she walked over to your phone to turn it off seeing you still in your make shift bed, you were about to get up and go get coffee but a 'huh' your friend made caught your attention.

"What? If it's something stupid, imma smack you so hard.." You look at your now bright screen to see unread texts coming through from an unknown caller, you picked it up and started reading some, with her reading over your shoulder, your were confused at first because you didn't know who it was but when finding out who thought it would be an amazing idea to text you at an ungodly time, but you soon figured it out, it was james.

You were annoyed at not only did he get home at 1am close to 2 so you would have been there for hours on your own but because he was the last person you wanted to talk to.

Rolling your eyes you went on with your life, making and drink a cup of coffee then getting ready to attend a fashion show, you weren't walking but you were invited with front row seats and couldn't pass it up, and there was have after party which you managed to get your friend into aswell somehow, so a minimum of 6 hours away from James and all the stress in the world.

"I wonder if theres cute guys there? I hope so. Ugh, after me and Josh broke up, I've been so lonely.. in bed, of course, i dont want commitment!" You watch as your best friend since college, Chloe, yapped about boys while realising for the 4th time today what's going to change when you marry James, "have you seen Joshs new girlfriend, I think we went to high school with her.. shes nice..." As she continues to gossip while doing makeup, you zone out and think about your life until she claps, getting your attention once again, "you know what?! I'm happy for Josh. I'm happy being single. He's happy being non single." She smiled at you."You should be happy you're marrying one of the most richest and most powerful men in America, probably the world, maybe.." You just nod and smile at her. You don't know if you are smiling because she's smiling or if what she said was correct, you're sure you'll find out.

While driving to the fashion show, the topic of James was brought up, "if I were marrying him, I'd be in his bed so fast," Chloe stated for the 38th time. "Is it true? The rumours about his arm, that's is.. no doubt the rumours about his dick aren't false -" You zone out from your friends rant about James when your phone screen lit up from a text... his text.. one after the other..

You zoned back in to hear chloe talking about Zeon. In all fairness, you didn't know who he was, but also, she hadn't spoken about him til now, or you think so? You were about to ask who he was until you see a modern building with lots of windows and a weird looking woman statue but with no curves and all straight lines and spikes, it did make you uncomfortable in an unspeakable way but you got out of the car and walked past it while looking down, you walked up to the bouncer you, showing your Ids and was let in, after the man blocking the door with a clipboard questioned chloe about if she was in the right place or not.

You were seated towards the end of the runway, which you didn't mind, but what you did mind was the constant camera flash some for the models but mostly for you.. that isn't helping you stay away from James, but you do like attention. The event was over later than you expected as some older women went on a rant about how fashion changed and how it was disturbing now or whatever.

You parked in a 24/7 parking zone and walked a little over 10 minutes for the after party that was already in full swing when you got there, heading straight towards the bar with chloe walking close behind to order a mocktail since you dont drink often but over to your left chloe was downing tequila shots like water, that wasn't surprising but what was surprising was when she ordered a cocktail and sent it your way, she knows you don't drink but looking around and seeing all the lady's glancing at you knowingly you thought this was one of the rare occasions where you will drink, and drink you did.

You knew from the start that marrying James Barnes wouldn't be easy from all his "fans" who are just girls throwing themselves on him but finding out he has a girlfriend? A whole other can of worms you didn't realise opened but the girls at this club were a new level of bitchy, like one tried spilling her red wine on you but ended up missing and it went over the lad next to you who weren't amused at all or when you were dancing with chloe and some other chick tried tripping you but you stepped over her foot unknowingly but 30 seconds later you did almost trip yourself up, but that's about the last thing you remember apart from getting more drink and getting hit on some else happening then dancing on someone or dancing on your companion.

But you do know 1 thing for certain is that you've woken up with a massive banging head ache in a warm bed, half dressed and with what you assumed someone sleeping next to you as they haven't moved, unless they're watching you sleep?

(Lol sorry i hadn't been posting i just moved, lmao, so that's taken most of my time)

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The Maid - Part 1

Pairing: Loki x reader (on going series)

Warnings: Angst, abuse, mental health (depression, mentions of suicidal thoughts). Eventual loki x reader pairing.

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You stare up at the ceiling as you lay in bed next to the man who calls himself 'your saviour'. Every time he stirs in his sleep, you gasp and wince in fear of waking him. He is far better asleep than he will ever be awake.

Three years ago, you fell into the arms of a man you thought would help you. You were alone, homeless and desperate. Your parents had died in a house fire, which left you with nothing and no one. Naive, you trusted the first person that showed you an ounce of kindness. You had fallen intro a trap, one you thought was love, but was in fact a cage. Your parents had left you with a significant debt to repay to the crown. He forced you to work for him, do whatever he wants, in exchange for money to help pay off the debt. You have been stuck in this horrific home since, unable to do anything without consequence.

You haven't had a proper night's sleep in years. Your eyes are sunken with deep dark circles beneath. You hardly eat anymore.

You stopped feeling anything at all, years ago. All you feel is numb, like a zombie, a shell of your former self. A life that is so far away, the memories have long faded.

You're so lost in thought, gazing into nothingness when you're suddenly yanked out of the bed.

"Get up. You're leaving. I finally found a use for you." he spits at you.

You don't have enough energy to question him as you get up sluggishly and head to the bathroom to change.

As soon as you exit the bathroom, he is dragging you outside where a a dozen soldiers await; people are lined up in front of them.

"Here. Take her." he says to the guard as he shoves you towards him.

The soldier looks you up and down and nods. You're swept away by other men and hoisted onto the back of a carriage. Other men and women peer up at you in fear.

It doesn't take long for you to realize what has happened. You've been sold to the crown to be a worker. You stare at the floor and zone out, wondering if you will forever be forced to be at the mercy of others that are powerful and wealthy. As the carriage takes off, you feel nothing, you hear nothing, all you see is your so-called 'home' slowly fade behind the trees.

The others have fallen asleep as you stare out the carriage. You have no idea how long it has been but the sun has long set and it is deep into the evening when you arrive at the castle. The guards shuffle you out, line you up and assign you your duties.

"You." The woman points at you. "She will do." she says as she hands you a pile of clothes. You stare up at her as she clarifies your new job: maid.

The guards lead each group of workers to their designated quarters.

"You are maids. You will follow the schedule, with no excuses. You have been sold to serve for the crown. You will receive no pay. Your pay is the right to live in the castle. You will be provided food and shelter. Any act of disobedience will be punishable by any means appropriate that is decided upon the guards or anyone of higher status. You are to speak to no one. Do your job and stay quiet." The guard finishes explaining your new life then turns around and shuts the doors closed behind him with a loud bang.

The silence is deafening. Everyone too scared to say a word. They all choose a makeshift bed on the floor and prepare to get some sleep before the new day.

You sit in your cot and stare at the floor. You don't realize how much time had passed until the sun shining on your face and the guards are yelling at you all to wake up and start the day.

Will I ever know freedom? Will I ever find happiness? Or am I forced to succumb to this measely life until I die?

The first two weeks seem to pass without problems, until the guards decide to take it upon themselves to 'discipline' as they deem fit.

Most guards resort to name-calling, degradation or sometimes physical punishment. Nothing, nobody was as terrible as one who we called "Snake". He would slither his way into the chambers and choose his prey for the week, sometimes longer. He did as he pleased, if met with opposition, he would often beat them into submission.

You managed to avoid him as long as possible until one night, his large finger points towards you.

You stare at him, expressionless. You refuse to give him the pleasure of seeing your pain, your fear or your desperation. His eyes turn cloudy with anger as he watches you approach him, emotionless.

The others look at you with fear and pity as he drags you out of the maid's quarters towards his room.

He throws you on the floor and closes the door behind him.

"You think I don't know your little game, you harlot?" he sneers at you as he picks you up and slaps you so hard you fall to the floor, your cheek pulsating in pain.

He grabs your cheeks tightly with one hand and squeezes "You will fear me. You will obey me." he threatens you.

Once again, you stare at him blankly. You feel nothing, you haven't for a long time now.

He growls in frustration and punches you again, searching for any reaction; tears, a grunt, a whimper, anything, and yet you show nothing.

"You witch. Impossible. Everybody fears me." he yells at you as he strikes you again. You lay on the floor motionless, your nose and mouth bleeding.

"You will answer me when I speak to you!" he growls in anger as he strikes you again.

You stare up at him and remain silent.

"Are you deaf? mute? Useless! Maybe, you will be useful for other things instead...." he sneers at you as he smirks disgustingly with a knowing look.

Again, you stare at him blankly again. As he begins unbuckling his belt he says "Submit to me. You will do as I say, maid."

You start laughing which makes him look up at you in rage.

"You dare laugh at me?! You filthy servant!" he grabs you by the neck and holds you down tightly, slightly cutting off your airways but enough for you to remain awake.

"Submit to me!" he yells at you.

"Never." you croak.

He screams in a fit of rage and strikes you again. You continue to laugh.

"Witchcraft! You're a disgusting witch! Submit to me or I will have you burned at the stake!" he spits at you.

"I promise you, I will bite your dick off if it comes near me. The human jaw can be so powerful, sometimes a crowbar isn't strong enough to pry it open and I promise you I will not let go until my jaw is pried open." you threaten him as you begin laughing hysterically.

He stares at you in confusion, disgust and fear.

"I knew it! You're a witch!" He screams.

"Are you sure you want to test that theory?" you laugh at him.

He yells in frustration as he strikes you again "I said submit to me!"

You stare him directly in the eyes "No matter how loud the wind howls, the mountain will not bow down to it."

His eyes turn red with rage, he picks you up and throws you across the room. He kicks you on your side.

He continues hitting you as he demands you submit to him. You repeat the same word, almost as a prayer "Never".

You didn't care if you died or how, but you promised yourself that no matter how desperate you would become, you would never submit yourself to another man again, no matter the cost.

Once he is finally done he spits on you, drags you back to the maid's chambers and throws on you the floor as he slams the door behind him.

A few women crowd you and help you to your cot. You're bleeding from your nose and mouth. Your eye is black and swollen shut, your lip is split, your ribs hurt when you breathe.

Even after all that, you realize you still feel nothing. You stare up at the ceiling as the other women surround you to help clean your wounds.

From that moment on, you have been the subject to the Snake's abuse. You have spoken no words, except for "Never" every time the Snake commands you to submit to him. You would rather take on every physical punishment, than let him touch an inch of you.

A few weeks pass with the same abuse, except now other guards have partaken in it as well. You are now referred to as "witch" by the guards. They sneer at you when you walk past them. You keep your head held high and walk straight forward, without giving them a glance.

I am my own person. I have my own thoughts. I am not a puppet.

You repeat these phrases everyday in your head, like a chant to keep you grounded. You've taught yourself to recite small facts about your life to yourself in your head, such as your birthday, your favourite colour, your favourite author and book. It reminds you of who you are, of who they can never take away from you.

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As the months go by, the abuse never ceases. It periodically skips you, allowing your body time to heal before being targeted again.

You have managed to be friendly with the other maids, but still keep to yourself and limit your words. You rarely speak and only do so when absolutely necessary. You decided it was safest for you this way.

You have been generally assigned menial maid tasks, such as cleaning the chambers of the guards or other members of higher status than you, until today. You’re assigned to clean King Loki's quarters. He owns an entire wing to himself, therefore you are to do it alone as he is very particular about his items. It was decided upon the head maid that you were the least likely to steal and most likely to complete the job to Loki's very high standards.

Without much of a choice, you accept the new assignment and make your way to his wing. As grateful as you are for this opportunity, to work alone and use the specialized cleaning supplies for the king, you were also in so much pain. The previous night was the harshest in a long time. The guards told you the king wanted to send you a personal message. By the end of it, you could hardly move and had to be dragged to your cot. Laying in bed, you wondered why the king would choose you for this punishment. You had done nothing wrong, what made you deserving of such poor treatment?

As you're walking to the kings wing, every step you take is followed by a limp and a wince. Nevertheless, the work had to be completed. The consequences were too severe if the work were not to be completed to his prestigious standards. If the king was willing to send you such a message the previous night as a warning for what was to come, the current pain was worth suffering through. From what you've heard the kings punishments never ended well. Nobody ever returned.

With that in mind, you headed to his wing with a slight limp and a wince under your breathe with every step.

Two week pass by and you've been permanently assigned to clean the kings wing, as per his request. You hope it is because he is satisfied with your work, rather than this be some cruel plan.

Once the guards heard of your new permanent position as the kings personal maid, their visits became daily. You were now the only maid being succumbed to their harsh treatment. You knew they were trying to sabotage you so the king would be displeased with your work and be rid of you.

Even so, everyday you wake up and perform your duties. You persevered and refused to let them think they won, no matter how painful, you always kept your head held high.

You're walking to the kings wing, products and cleaning items in hand when a guard approaches and swings his arm at you. You fall to the floor, Cleaning products go flying across the hall, splattering on the floor, against the wall and all over you.

"Tsk tsk tsk... what a shame... you better pray the king doesn't see this mess you caused...." he laughs as he walks over you.

You say nothing as you try getting up but slip on the soapy wet floor. You curse at the mess.

He can't see this. I have to clean this up. I can't be delayed, the king accepts no excuses for punctuality. He will kick me out on the streets... or worse... have me killed.

You get up shakily, holding on the wall for as much support as possible. Your body aches as you start mopping up the mess with speed that can only be explained by pure fear.

Once it's decently done you run to the next room and start cleaning as fast as possible. The pain from the abuse inflicted upon you daily is taking its toll. You decide you have to suck it up until you're done.

You're doing your final task: The king's bedroom. With one wrist against your chest, you clean the bedroom. You're trying to make the bed but can't do it with one hand. Shakily, you move your other wrist and try grabbing the sheets. You hiss in pain and pull back. You're slowing down, taking longer to do simple tasks. Your wrist is swollen wrist and throbbing in pain from the fall earlier. You can hardly move it.

You manage to finish making the bed and is finishing off by dusting the room, keeping your wrist to your chest to stabilize it as much as possible. As you were working through your pain, you didn't notice the time until you hear somebody clear their throat behind you.

You gasp in surprise and spin around.

"King Loki... your highness... I apologize for my tardiness... I-" you start rambling, your head looking down and your legs in a curtsy.

"The hall is a mess. You're late. Your work is very subpar today. I'm disappointed." he tells you coldly while staring you down.

You say nothing as to avoid accidentally insulting him or frustrating him further.

"Consider this your first and last warning. If this happens again, you will heed the consequences." He says to you, chin up, staring at you while you keep your eyes on your shoes.

You mumble another apology when he dismisses you.

You quickly run out of his bedroom. Your heart is racing, you're shaking.

You run to the maid's quarters and go to your cot, avoiding the others. You're staring up at the ceiling, wondering how you possibly escaped his wrath. Replaying the scene in your head, you realize you never looked at him. You've never seen the king in person, only in pictures.

Luckily, tomorrow is the weekend the guards go out to the neighbouring city as a security check-up. You stare at your wrist, which is now purple, blue and swollen. You go to the bathroom and lock the door so you're alone. You remove your clothes as take in a sharp breath as pain courses through your body. You use two wooden sticks you found outside earlier, to stabilize your wrist, hoping it will speed the healing process. When you look up at your reflection you notice the deep colouring littering your body. Purple, blue, yellow, green.... bruises in various levels of healing spread across your body.

You come to the conclusion that you need help... medical help. You slip on a night gown and make your way to the clinic where Dr. Banner resides. He is the only doctor the workers of lower status trust, as he is kind, caring and genuine.

He welcomes you in his room and questions why you came to him so late at night.

You say nothing. You lift your night gown and watch as his eyes widen in understanding. He turns around and files through his medical cabinet.

"Here. Take one pill a day for 3 days. It will completely numb your pain and significantly increase the healing process. Put this healing balm over your bruises and on your wrist, every night for a week." he says to you as he hands you the medicine.

You open your mouth to thank him when he lifts his hand up "No need... please stay safe... if ever you need anything, you know where to find me." his eyes filled with pain and compassion.

You nod and turn around to walk back to your cot.

You immediately spread the balm over your body once your in the bathroom and wrap what you can in bandages to keep it from absorbing into the clothes rather than your skin.

Laying down in bed, the adrenaline from the day wears off and fatigue takes over until you fall into a deep sleep.

Part 2

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I hope you enjoyed this first chapter. Feedback is always welcome. Feel free to send me suggestions for scenes/drabbles that I could add into the stroy :)

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[captnvbarnes]

➼ 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑹’𝑺 𝑩𝑰𝑵𝑫 | (17+) 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

theme — mcu zombie au!

pairings — bucky barnes x fem!reader, steve rogers x fem!reader

warnings — graphic gore, language, angst, undead themes, apocalypse (twd inspired zombies), substance abuse, graphic violence, use of weaponry, cannibalism, slight fluff, smut, character deaths, forbidden love, slow burn, inspiration taken from twd universe

summary — the outbreak had happened as quick as the first bite. one, then two, then 1/3 of the population became 2/3’s. before any of the avengers could comprehend this threat, it overcame them with new york’s rising population becoming undead. bucky is your protector, not by choice but by chance he was there just in time to save you. you two flew the compound, leaving the life you knew. leaving your husband to rot. as you two grapple what this new world has become, everything became too much. the world depended on you guys to save them, but how could you save anyone now? and when the blood runs and the nights become colder, who will save you?

This story is best suited for a mature audience, so read at your own discretion.

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PROLOUGE

OUTBREAK DAY

RUN AWAY

LEAVE IT

FIRST GLANCE

THIS IS HOME?

ATHEN

TRIGGER BANG BANG

ASSISTANCE

CAMP HELLFIRE

SINNERS

MAROON SKY

STRAYING

I CAN’T GO ON WITHOUT YOU

GHOST IN THE WIND

A SHINY PEARL

WELCOME HOME

SAVOR THIS

IN THE WOODS SOMEWHERE

RAPTURE

HOW ARE YOU GOING TO BREAK?

SAVE YOURSELF FOR SOMEONE ELSE

SALVATION

EPILOUGE

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[steevbuckk]

FAVORITE STUCKY FICS | 56/100

Coming Up Easy by @musette22

[Modern AU, 45 515 words, Explicit]

Summary:

“Listen, I was just thinking,” Steve says, his face open, eyebrows raised in a tentatively hopeful expression. “Why don’t you come stay at my place for a while? I’ve got an office that I barely use, and a change of scenery might do you good, right? Help you beat that writer’s block?” With a crooked smile, he adds, “I promise I’m not a serial killer.”

While Bucky would normally crack a joke about how that’s exactly what a serial killer would say, right now, all he can do is blink at Steve in surprise, heart tripping over itself in his chest. Steve wants him to come and stay at his place. In Massachusetts. Just the two of them.

"Oh," Bucky croaks. "I- Wow."

“I mean, no pressure,” Steve says hastily. “Totally fine if you don’t wanna. I just thought I’d offer, in case it might help, y’know?”

“Yeah.” Bucky ignores the little voice in his head that sounds an awful lot Nat and Becca, telling him he’s setting himself up for heartbreak. “I mean, if you’re sure, that would be amazing.”

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[lavenderpanic]

I think sometimes I forget that slowburn includes like. Scenes where the characters actually flirt with each other. I'm on chapter FOURTEEN, 100,000 WORDS INTO THIS FIC and I'm like... is it too soon for Bucky to outright flirt with Steve?

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[darsynia]

Sneak Peek: Shipping and Handling Ch 1

SERIES MASTERLIST | HAND(S) OFF MASTER | STORY LINK

Story Summary: Whether it's fair or not, you and Steve are chemically linked. The circumstances may have been unusual, but they aren't impossible to replicate, meaning there could be other couples going through the same thing. Dr. Bruce Banner has asked the two of you to submit to a series of tests over a period of weeks, tests that are meant to keep the side-effects you're experiencing at a minimum, but which also mean you'll be seeing more of each other.

As the days pass, two things become clear: proximity doesn't lift the ardor as much as Banner expected... and though you try to keep it to themselves, both you and Steve feel just as emotionally drawn to each other as you are physically. Are those feelings also prompted by Mistress? Is there any way to figure it out ethically? Will the new way you're both seeing Bucky make things worse... or better?

Length/Warnings: snippet is 530 / this is a horny (but not sexual) snippet, minors DNI

The guy at the security counter calls the apartment with a dubious expression that makes you worried about just how much like a vagabond you look, but eventually nods and directs you to an elevator.

“He’ll meet you in the hallway,” the man says, leaning into the elevator car once you’ve boarded to call out a code phrase you don’t recognize. He gives you one last once-over and adds, “It changes every week.”

When the door closes, your imperfect reflection in the silver coating has you scrambling to adjust the moist cling of your blouse on your breasts. Unkempt twists of hair are glued to your cheeks and forehead with perspiration, and you’d completely forgot that for an easy ego boost, you always apply performance-quality red lipstick for final rehearsal.

In short, the security guy had a point.

The doors open before you get a chance for a last once-over after your adjustments. The best you can do is a weird crossed-arms stance with your hands spread wide to obscure just how lovingly your damp red top is cupping your assets.

Thankfully, the man standing in the hallway is Bucky Barnes.

You rush out, dropping your hands to gesture at yourself with one as you laugh into the other. “Do you see this?” you ask, eyes wide. “I guess I’m lucky the guard downstairs didn’t call the cops instead of the apartment!”

Bucky trails his piercing blue eyes along your outfit, his expression impassive. For the first time ever in his presence, you feel a little objectified, but you shake that off. After all, you told him to look-- and given the growing appreciation in his gaze, he’s at least giving you a bit of a self-esteem boost. When Bucky’s finished, having followed through by taking in your pencil skirt and crimson sandals with his head tipped to the side, he finally looks you in the eyes.

“Nice toenail polish,” he smirks.

“I don’t know why I put up with you,” you gripe under your breath. “Please tell me you have a shirt I can borrow? They still have the heat on at the venue, Babs is tearing out her hair. If the forecast is right about how hot it’ll be tomorrow night, we’ll have to hand out free cups of ice to keep an audience.”

“Yeah, but we got a gauntlet to run before that,” he tells you. The apartment door’s open, and he stands to the side, gesturing for you to precede him.

“If it’s related to another set of metal doors and a scary British man telling me to hide, I’ll just walk home, spring heatwave or not.”

“She’s here?” Steve says from inside. He comes out right as you walk over, and both of you stop within inches of each other. “You’re late,” he says-- but the tone of his voice is the exact same stressed, desperate, needy one you’ve tried not to fondly remember. The words, ‘Oh, Steve, if you’re going for ‘stern,’ be careful! hover up as a possible response, but you can’t imagine saying them in anything other than your flirty lounge singer persona, and that would cross too many lines, especially today.

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[gleeksfreaksandwannabes]

Not me getting emotional over my own god damn writing!

This story started as a random thought I had after watching Loki, and somehow over the last week or so it’s had me hooked and it’s become ‘the author gives Steve and Bucky literally every healing moment she wants to because she has all the feels and she needs them to be OK’

It’s a loose fix-it for Endgame in which Steve returns the stones but gets caught by the TVA, and I’m really proud of it, so if you want to check it out that would mean a lot <3

#honestly this fic is my answer to everything stevebucky #post endgame #slow burn #is it really slow burn if steve is literally jumping between time periods? #everyone knows they’re in love except them #including literal variants of themselves #god damn messes i tell you #my babies #stucky #steve rogers #captain america #bucky barnes #winter soldier #marvel #my writing #laura’s writing

[mrs-avenger3000]

Pair: Natasha Romanoff x Reader(fem).

Type: Fluff/Angst/Smut

Word count: 2.7K

Warning: This will contain adult language, mature themes such as violence, mentions of death and torture as well as sexual language and so 18+

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Remember me pt4

Natasha sat across from you. She was getting ready for her date and you were getting ready for yours. Steve had decided to make it a double date. Much to your dismay. You certainly didn’t want to watch Bucky fawn all over the woman you may have very intense and confusing emotions towards. “You excited?” She asked, and you glanced at her.

“I- I um have never been on a date before, so I don’t know. I’m more nervous.”

She leans over and places a hand on yours. The warmth of her hand seeped into yours, making you feel all kinds of things. Your eyes accidentally drop to her cleavage, which was on display, gorgeously and you quickly rip your eyes away, your face flushing like mad. Nat smiled slightly. “He’s going to love you in that dress.” She grinned. Your eyebrows furrowed.

“How do you know?”

She went to say something, but she clamped her mouth shut again. “He just will. I know it.” She murmured, her thumb caressing your hand. The warmth from her touch seeped into your hand, even a small touch like this left your skin sizzling with warmth. You smiled at her.

“Bucky is going to fall over when he sees you.”

Natasha rolls her eyes. “Please.” She muttered. You scoff.

“That dress is gorgeous in its self but you really pull it off Natalia.” You whisper. Your eyes connect for several intense seconds before she stands up and you follow suit. She hands you something and you look at it. It’s a little necklace, it is a little diamond, and it’s really pretty.

“Will you put this on me?” You nod.

You gently move her hair off her neck so it didn’t get caught on the clasp. You place the necklace around her neck and secured it. You let your hands fall to rest on her shoulders closer to her neck. And your eyes caught hers through the mirror. Her eyes are captivating and you felt the nerves bunch in your stomach.

“Can I ask you something?”

You nod.

“The letter you wrote. Did you mean it?” She asks, a slight vulnerability to her tone. You swallowed, licking your now dry lips.

“I meant everything.” You say and her cheek curved up, but she didn’t smile. She just nodded.

“So the part where you said-”

“Hey ladies. Ready to go?” Bucky said as he walked into the room. His eyes fell over Natasha’s body. He smirked as his eyes stared at her cleavage. He was shameless in his staring. This made you feel… you didn’t know some form of anger, but not quite anger…

Natasha pulled up her dress and hid her cleavage, much to Bucky’s dismay. She smiled tightly and held out her hand. He took it gently, and they walked out. You followed silently, falling back so you couldn’t hear what they were saying. You jumped when you felt an arm link through yours. You glanced to the side and smiled. “Hey Wanda.” You smiled.

“Hey, y/n you look amazing!” She grinned, squealing a little. This caused Natasha to look back. You didn’t notice. She scowled slightly when she noticed your arm around Wanda’s shoulder.

You sigh happily. Steve came into view, and you felt a slight disappointment. He stopped and stared at you for several seconds. “Wow. You look good!” He smiled. You saw Natasha roll her eyes and your brows furrowed in confusion. You smiled at Steve.

“Thank you. You don’t look so bad yourself.”

“Haha, I bet Steve can’t wait to see you out of that dress, Y/n.” Bucky joked and your eyes widened and your face flushed.

“I-I…”

“She’s not like that.” Natasha cut in. Glaring at her date.

“Are you?” He asked with a hopeful look in his eyes. You scowled as she smirked at him.

“Play your cards right… and maybe.”

He smirked, squeezing her hip. You glanced away, focusing on Steve. “Ignore him.” He said with a slight eye roll. You smiled. He held out his arm, and you nodded, taking his arms. Wanda smiled.

“Have a good time, you two!” she beamed.

“Thank you Wands.” You grinned.

The four of you walked out of the building and slid into one of the many, many limos that pull up here, per Stark’s request. The seats were heated, ensuring that the sleek, expensive leather wasn’t cold. You sat by the window, Steve settled in next to you, and Natasha and Bucky slipped in opposite us. You secured your seatbelt and smiled at the girl in front of you. She smirked back at you. Her eyes dropped down to your legs and you watched as her smirk widened a fraction. The air seemed to still and you couldn’t focus on anything but the fact that her eyes were on you. You shifted in your seat before crossing your leg over the other one. The action caused your dress to ride up. Her eyes snapped to the newly exposed skin. She swallowed, and then the moment ended as soon as Bucky slipped his hand onto Natasha’s thigh. You clenched your jaw, looking out the window. Hating the fact he was touching her in such a way.

Steve’s arm fell around your shoulders, and you smiled, leaning into him. He was always so comfortable, and he was very sweet and he’d be the perfect boyfriend. That much was obvious, but he wasn’t… her.

“I think we’re here.” He said, leaning down to whisper in my ear. “You really do look beautiful, y/n.” You flushed, smiling down at your feet.

“Thank you.” You whispered back, reaching up and linking your hand with his that was still around your shoulders. He grinned in approval.

Soon enough, the car rolled to a stop, and you felt less anxious now. Everyone got out and Natasha fell into step right beside you. Steve had linked his hand with yours, but you didn't acknowledge it much, you were far more concentrated on the fact that Natasha's hand was softly brushing against yours as you walked. You glanced at her. She was smiling slightly, and you weren't really sure why.

--

"Can I take your order, or do you need a little more time?" The waiter asked, she looked about 16 and was very nervous waiting on a table full of three Avengers. You smiled at her to which she returned immediately.

"Um, no, I think we're ready." Bucky spoke up and everyone agreed. We ordered our meals and the girl, whose nametag said "Emma" rushed back to the kitchen. Natasha was discussing something with Steve. You tuned out of the conversation to stare at her. Her hair was curled and fell over her shoulders, the ends stopping where her dress started, the perfect spot where her shoulders meet her neck. You kept your eyes on her for a moment longer before looking down at your utensils absentmindedly spinning your knife around in circles.

“So how did you guys meet?” Steve asked glancing between Natasha and you. You looked up your whole body perking up, smiling at the memory.

“Well, I was told I was abandoned by my parents and so I was taken to the red room and well… it was horrible but what they made us do was worse. And I was there both before and after they invented the chemicals that forced us to do their bidding. But Natasha saved me I guess is the only way I can explain it. I had just finished my first mission and was ready to end it all I hated the way I felt afterwards. I hated myself. Um Natalia found me and stoped me. After that we became friends and we’ve been close ever since. She is the only person I had ever loved.” You confessed smiling brightly by the end of your confession. Natasha reached over and squeezed my hand.

“Wow… I guess something like that does bond you.” Bucky said with a gentle smile. “But how did you end up where we found you?”

“HYDRA is always looking for new blood, especially someone who is as disposable as I am. I guess my skills and my past helped them want to choose me… I don’t know I had been out of the red room's influence for a few years and then I was captured by HYDRA and well, you know how that ended.”

“Did you get a chance to live?” Bucky asked with a smile.

You nodded. “Yes. But I haven’t lived it all.” You say with a wistful smile. You realised Natasha’s hand was still in yours.

“We can help with that.” Nat smirked. You grinned.

“I’d love that.”

Her eyes didn’t leave yours until you could no longer hold her gaze. You smiled, looking down at the table. Luckily, there was no awkwardness as the waitress came back with our food and the drinks. She smiled nervously before departing again. You gingerly reached for the glass of wine and smiled at the taste.

“Y/n?” Steve said softly. You glanced at him. “Did you evert try and find out about your parents.” His question wasn’t that of Ill-intention but the dark feelings that emerged from it had you steeling your face so there would be no indication that it had hurt your feelings.

“They left. Isn’t that all that matters?” You said, raising a brow.

“But surely you’d like to know more about them?” Bucky pressed. I fisted my dress, squeezing tightly.

“They aren’t really my parents. They didn’t want me. Why should I feel obliged to want them?”

“But-”

“She answered your questions. Lay off.” Natasha cut in. You threw her a grateful smile, and the conversation died there. You took a long gulp of your wine and as soon as you put it down, the waiter was back to refill it. There was light conversation at the table, nothing quite so heavy as before to which you were really glad about. Nat and Steve spoke to each other the most. It was all about different missions they had been on or completed in the last few months. Natasha was grinning as she described how crafty she had been in getting information out of a suspect who was planning to sell an earthquake device capable of levelling a whole sub-city in one go to a very dangerous war lord in Iraq, she had been particularly cunning in how she got the information out of him. You smiled at her, loving the way her eyes shined as she talked about the people she saved and how grateful the president had been.

"Where did you go after the red room was disbanded?" Steve asked, turning the conversation to you. You looked up at him, a gentle smile lifting your lips at th memory of your once home.

"A small city called Noto in Italy. It was quiet, peaceful, and it was my comfort place for years. I loved it there."

"Well, maybe you can go back there?" Bucky said. You knew he meant no harm in that statement, but the thought of leaving Natalia again so soon after finding her again, you frowned. That thought making you uneasy. You cast a thoughtful glance towards Bucky. He was staring back softly.

"I- I'd love to but my home there doesn't exist anymore, I don't exist. HYDRA eradicated everyone I had a connection with. Blood ran thick down the streets of my village. MY friends are no longer alive because of me. I couldn't go back." You explain with a slight shrug. Truthfully, you were distraught when you saw what HYDRA had done to those who you loved, those who had loved you.

"I despise that organisation!" Nat spat venomously. You shrugged, trying to act impassive. Natalia cast you a look, and you knew she knew that you cared much more than you were letting on. The men, however, remained unaware. Sitting here staring at the woman you've loved for years, you realised that after tonight you couldn't continue your relationship with Steve. It was best to remain friends. He was a good guy and you didn't want to hurt him by continuing this facade. He would never truly know or understand the darkness that dwelled within you, never truly understand the urges HYDRA burned into you, never truly understand you as a whole. He had this image of you, the doe-eyed victim who needed to be carried out in the arms of a hero instead of saving yourself.

To him, you were someone to protect, to keep safe and shielded from the world's horrors. You knew that you wouldn't be happy being trapped, being constantly protected.

You knew you were destined for more than that.

You picked up your wine glass, determination burning through you. Never again would you be weak. Never again would you need protection. Need shielding. You were going to become more, so much more than the shell you were when The Avengers found you.

You vowed to yourself to become better, stronger.

Dinner passed by quickly and soon enough, you were in the limo ride home. Natalia had been quiet ever since Steve had asked about the years I was free. Though you had caught her staring at you from time to time.

The limo pulled up to the compound, and you all got out. Nat held out a hand for you and you delicately slipped your hands into hers. Her calloused hands gripped yours as she helped you out of the limo. You smiled sweetly at her when both your feet were on the ground. Steve got out last and Bucky took Natasha's hand tugging her towards the building, her eyes didn't leave yours until you looked down at your feet. She sighed softly before she followed an eager looking Bucky inside, no doubt to do all kinds of sordid activities that make your blood boil thinking about it.

Steve's hand brushed your lower back, pulling your thoughts away from the devastatingly beautiful, red-haired assassin. "Can we walk for a moment? I need to talk to you." You said softly, the nights wind ruffling your hair that hung by your shoulders. He smiled nodding.

The pair of you walked through the compound's garden, which is so much more beautiful when it's coloured by the moon. The fountain in the middle of the large garden was on, creating a soft sound of water trickling down from the spout at the top to the pool of azure at the bottom. The two of you had sat down on the edge of the fountain. Steve had a knotting feeling in his stomach as if he knew that this was going to be the last date they went on.

"Steve," You, started looking into his ice-blue eyes. He smiled at you, encouraging you

"I think I know where this is heading, y/n." He said, and you looked down.

"I'm sorry."

"Hey, don't apologise," He said lifting your chin so you were once again looking into his eyes. "It would be very easy to love you, even easier to be your friend." He murmured with a bright grin. You smiled brightly back at him.

"Thank you for understanding." You whisper. He shook his head, waving the thought away. He leaned forward, jumping off the perch of the fountain and held out a hand for you. You gripped his hand and stood. The two of you walked back to the compound arm in arm until you reached your room. He opened the door for you and you smiled, turning to face him. He leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on your cheek.

"Thank you for a wonderful evening, Y/n. Goodnight." He grinned. You smiled in response before bidding him goodnight.

You readied for bed and jumped in snuggling in the warmth of the duvet, happy that Steve had understood and took the ending of things well. You closed your eyes and the image of that body in that dress filled your mind making you blush a little. You fell asleep with a smile on your face.

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[piggyinthesea]

Worse Than Worse | 001

What is going on with us?

Parings: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader (eventual)

Warnings: gun violence, violence, angst, blood, enhanced individual, curse words, smut, soft spot, soft sex, trauma bonding, miscarriages, artificial insemination

word count: 3.5k

Summary: Being on the run with Bucky has its ups and downs. After merely escaping from Hydra and being saved by the avengers, Bucky promised to one day have a life where it’d be just the two of you. The bond you two shared won’t ever be replicated though the strength of it seems to weaken as each day passes by. It seems as though being with the avengers has strained your relationship in a way that’s unexplainable and now you and Bucky found different people to give you solace, unbeknownst to each other.

—

Pain and exhaustion was a feeling you knew all too well. It’s almost engraved in your dna to know the feeling. Your chest tightened and breath shortened followed by a strike of pain with each inhale but that was never a reason to stop running. Running. It seemed like you had been running forever, at least enough to get you miles away from the base. You ran as far as your injected legs could take you, motivated by absolute fear as what would happen if they had caught you.

“We could stay here.”

Bucky. The man who made everything less scary, who touched your heart in many ways during your time in hell. If there was one thing you were sure about, is that the hell you were in was his own hell too. His long hair and blue eyes captivated you the moment he entered the cell they thrown you in. The moment they first introduced you to him, it was as if they sent a devil to attempt to seduce you into sin. When you found out he wasn’t one of them, it made it easier to be around him. Knowing he had no choice in this either, gave you peace. In a fucked up way, it made you feel better that you weren’t alone in this. If he was strong, you could be strong with him.

“What if we considered pro-creation?”

“Would either of them even be willing in breeding? There’s no guarantee the offspring would carry on the abilities. The super serum is already a watered down version compared to the one Erksine created, what shall we do with the offspring if it didn’t carry on their abilities?” spoke the voice of the devil

“It doesn’t matter if they’re willing. Since when has this been about them? If by any chance the offspring doesn’t carry on its abilities, we can just simply exterminate it.”

Countless times did they artificially inseminate you with Bucky’s secretion in hopes of creating a deadly weapon combined with the abilities you and Bucky carried. 10 times to be exact, all of them ending up in miscarriages which you were punished for. The last attempt was a success and when you gave birth, your newborn was immediately stripped away from your grasp and placed into a lab. They began checking the baby’s vitals, searching for any signs of being enhanced. It was all a blur to you. From the moment they told you the attempt was successful and you were finally carrying a fetus, to the moment you were spread out on a stretcher, in agonizing pain ready to pop. Hearing your baby’s cries was a sound you were blessed enough to hear. You created that. When they took it away from you, you were consumed in rage. They’ve took everything from you, but taking your baby from you was too much.

You screamed, kicked, fought, ending up killing three men. Shortly after, you were placed in solitary confinement. Every moment spent in there was a moment you drowned in an endless sadness that couldn’t go away. The desperation to swim your way out of this aching depression was eventually going to lead you to your death.

In a few short moments, the door that held you in this box room was opened and a body was thrown into the room by another guard. He stood up, his face was stained with dry blood and an angry expression. He walked towards you, taking a seat by your side almost collapsing with the overwhelming emotions he’s burdened by. ‘I’m sorry, soldat. She didn’t have our abilities.’ He said with despair.

‘It was a she?’ Was all you could muster up to say until you eventually ended up in his embrace, crying your emotions out.

“Stand guard. There might be residents.” You sternly reply. Fallen leaves from the forest trees cracked and crinkled under your dark combat boots as you scoured the windows of the abandoned cabin. You peeked through the crusty windows of the cabin wiping the dust off to clearly see inside and after deciding the cabin looked empty, you opened the door with your gun in hand. Bucky stealthily walked behind you, guarding your back. With a click of a button, the flashlight of your gun turned on and instantly lit up the room. The cabin looked as if it had been abandoned for quite a while considering the amount of dust the piano by the corner had been gathering. The cabin was well furnished, it was a possibility of being the estate of a wealthy person. After concluding the place had been fully empty, you two ransacked the cabin for any medical kits and canned foods.

The cabin included 2 bedrooms and 1 restroom. The light and electricity didn’t work, but you were grateful to at least have warm running water. The first thing you did was take a well needed shower, ridding yourself of the dirt and grime that had collected over the 2 days you ran in the forest. You spent your first night in the cabin under the warmth of the blankets the beds had. Bucky took his shower in the night, taking much longer than you did. For a while, you wondered what he was doing in there. He returned to your room, his combat clothes in hand wearing nothing but his boxers. You couldn’t help but stare at him. He looked absolutely beautiful just the way he was. He knew you were staring, yet said nothing as he got under the sheets of the bed you two now shared.

He grabbed your hips, pulling you to his chest afraid to let you go. Your arm wrapped around his body, indulging yourself in his fresh scent. Though his body still had excess water, you felt warmer than ever. Your hand traveled to his drawers, cusping and massaging his length through his boxers. His breath shuddered, yet he said nothing. His hand went under the extra large shirt you had found in one of the drawers of the cabin, and kneaded your ass while taking notice the fact you only wore panties underneath. You took his erect cock out of his boxers and began moving your hands in a motion that made him release a soft moan. It was perfect, finally the two of you shared a moment that belonged to just the both of you. No cameras, no guards, it was all you could asked for.

You got on top of him, aligning him to your entrance before finally sitting on him. Moans left from the two of you. His length felt amazing inside of you, fitting you almost perfectly. His hands gripped your waist with a soft yet firm hold. You began rolling your hips noting the surge of pleasure that hit you each time you’d bounce on his dick. He groan and whimpered, “Please don’t stop.”

You wouldn’t think about stopping, not now as your body filled with pleasure and the room covered in yours and Bucky’s moans. He released one of his hands from your hips and made its way around your neck applying a soft pressure that wasn’t enough to make you feel choked, but secured. His veins bulged from his hands and travelled down to his forearms. His chest held a variety of deep scars, some of which you knew its origins. His scars shared stories, stories that often involved you. Your pace quickened a bit thinking of his scars and veins that only you knew about, becoming more needy with the release you longed too much for.

“Doll, I’m close. Please keep going. Don’t stop. I need you.” He whimpered and begged. Unconsciously, the grip he had on your neck tightened as you bounced faster on his dick. He felt your walls tighten around him, and with that he knew he was about to burst. “I love you.” He said quietly. Yet it was loud enough for you to hear. You became overwhelmed with the pleasure he gave you, and came on his dick. You removed yourself from his dick, lying down between his legs before inserting him inside your mouth.

You bobbed your head up and down, swallowing him full before feeling his dick twitch inside you mouth. You knew it was it for him. Within a second you felt a warm thick fluid fill your mouth, followed by a whimper from Bucky. You stood up and spit the fluid onto the floor of the cabin before collapsing on top of Bucky, mindlessly twirling your finger around his medium length black hair.

The two of you fell asleep in peaceful bliss, unaware of the inevitable change heading your way.

Morning

You woke up to a soft kiss against your forehead. “We must move.” softly said Bucky, cupping your cheek in an adoring way. In his head though, he wanted to stay here forever and pretend you were just a homely couple who enjoyed spending time in the forest. A couple who would wake up every morning in each others embrace, having everything they ever wanted in the world at arms reach at all times. Bucky knew that wasn’t possible though, and if you two wanted to stay alive you’d have to keep running.

In a span of a few minutes, you were completely dressed in your combat gear. The both of you stacked your backpack with first-aid kits and canned food you’ve found in the cabin and prepared yourself for a long travel ahead.

It’d been a few hours of running since you’ve both left the cabin. Neither of you stopped running until this moment. Being trained assassins, both of you knew when you were being watched. Right now, you felt a chilling sensation creep up your spine and you placed yourself in a back-to-back position with Bucky, your trigger finger itching for a target. You felt a sharp pinch in your shoulder, and when you looked at the pain all you saw was a dart with a red feathery tail.

You knew what it was and your body instantly filled with fear. Your turned to Bucky and noticed the same scared expression as he took out the dart in his shoulder before collapsing.

Rubber gloves were the first thing you smelled as you began gaining consciousness. You heard consistent small beeping noises similar to those at hospitals. When you first opened your eyes, you were almost blinded by the pure white light dangling from the ceiling. Your vision was blurred and hazy, still recovering from the tranquilizer they’ve shot you with.

You looked around in panic with your head painfully dizzy yet the room did not look like a room from HYDRA’s base. It looked like a plain hospital room. You rubbed your eyes and that’s when you noticed an I.V sticking from your forearm. You wondered where you were until you were pulled from your thoughts by the sound of the door in front of you unlocking.

A blonde man wearing a red and blue suit with a simple star in the middle stood in front of you. His face looked tired and restless but his eyes looked like they were yearning for something close to his reach. He kept his arms by his side, in a orderly stance. As you scanned his body, you couldn’t resist from looking back into his deep blue eyes. They reminded you so much of Bucky,almost as if they shared some of the same stories. It didn’t take you long to figure out that this man might not have the intention of hurting you, but you were still cautious as to what he needed from you.

“Hello, my name is Steve Rogers. I’m not here to hurt you. I know that you’ve been working with HYDRA against your will with Bucky, who’s very dear to me, and I don’t want you to worry no more. As long as you’re with us, HYDRA won’t get their hands on you guys no longer. We’ve placed you in here to monitor your health but as far as I can tell, you’re perfectly healthy, same as Bucky. It’s gonna be a long process, but I promise you I’ll be here until the end of the line.” Steve said. You looked at him for a bit, trying to detect any trickery in his words but when you were met with a stern face dedicated to proving his words true, your heart filled with gratitude and an unfamiliar sense of hope.

“Where’s Bucky?” You asked, with a soft spoken voice not like your usual tone.

Almost immediately he replies, “He’s in another room. He didn’t exactly have the best reaction to regaining consciousness, so he’s being quarantined for now. I tried to get them to go easier on him, If you’d like to see him, I’m sure I can arrange that.” He looks at you fully this time, noting your features and current state. Like him, it didn’t look like you got too much sleep either. When your eyes locked together, you shared a mutual bond. You didn’t know who Steve was, but you knew he was there to help.

It took a while for you to settle into all of this. Being introduced to a bunch of strangers who claimed to be there to help you was overwhelming when you had lived in dark times where you truly believed there was no one to come and rescue you. Natasha, Sam, Tony, and Bruce seemed to be normal people with their own secrets yet you still couldn’t help but be overly cautious of them. Especially Natasha. She reeked of vibes that you get from Bucky, from people like you. You hoped she was nothing like you, for her own sake.

Because of the your inability to easily trust these people, you stuck to the first person you saw when you regained consciousness. “When can I see Bucky?” You asked Steve, following him around the building like a lost puppy.

“We’re heading to him right now.” He glances at you, offering a short smile. He too, was excited in seeing Bucky. It was obvious to you and for seem reason it made your heart warm up. You were glad someone other than you adored Bucky. Though, you were unsure just how far his relationship with Bucky ran. He led you to a steel door, your brows furrowed at the level of security but you chose to brush it away.

The door opened, but you hate what you saw. Inside the room was Bucky, strapped in a container like a freak show. The contained and cuffs that held Bucky finally opened, allowing the man to take a stand. You ran into his arms, hugging him as strong as you possibly could. His arms wrapped around your entire body and his hand held your head close to his chest. After a good while of staying in this embrace you pulled apart and looked towards Steve,

“What now?”

What followed after was painfully annoying but understandable. Mandated court meetings, public outrages, mandated therapy, and emotionally exhausting routines, occupied your life for a couple months. What made it slightly less bearable was the fact that you went through everything with Bucky.

You lived like a semi normal person. Only with an enhanced body. It was rare you were alone with Bucky. Both of you were so busy with new routines and meetings that you didn’t have a day to spare with each other. Sure, you often saw each other in the same building but it wasn’t enough to fill the crave you had for him. You didn’t know why it felt like you were slowly becoming distant with him and you hated every part of it but in times like those, you remembered the night you shared at the cabin. The night where it was just the two of you. You often spent your days with Steve, training and attending meetings. As your representative, Steve took you to all your meetings and checked up on you daily. You began an early running routine with him, and though you were a pretty fast runner, he was a little faster.

He assured you within no time you’d be able to surpass him. You laughed it off, “It’s not fair to you though, aren’t you like a hundred?”

He raises his eyebrow, “Yeah so? How old are you? I expect not that younger.” He replied with sass. That question caught you off guard though, you never thought about how old you were. You truly couldn’t remember.

“I don’t know how old I am.” You replied bluntly, you didn’t mean it for it to come out sad but it did anyway.

“Well, we have records of you appearing in the 80’s even as far as the 60’s.” He says, attempting to lighten the mood. It worked.

“Woah. I’m scared now. I could be as old as you!” You gasped with faux worry. He gave a genuine laugh and say by the bench close by you. He wiped the sweat with a hanker-chief he carried tucked into his pocket, like a true old man.

“I been meaning to ask you…are you and Bucky a thing?” Steve says. His question is enough to send you into a blushing stuttering mess but you held your composure and give out a small chuckle.

“No, why?” You ask

“You guys seem kind of close, dunno was just wondering.”

“Nah, I do love him though, he was all I had in there. You know?” Your eyes mindlessly watched the ducks in the large lake. It was a beautiful park to run in, Steve had recommended it and it truly did not disappoint. Images of the night you and Bucky shared in the cabin flashed inside your mind. Neither of you discussed being in a relationship which is why you said no. Part of you wondered what it would be like to be in a relationship with him.

“Yeah, I know.” Steve said.

At the Tower

You were bored.

Lately, you’ve had less meetings and you’ve found yourself having more free time than you’d know what to do with. Your idea was to make some popcorn and watch a movie with Bucky. With popcorn in a bowl, you were about to knock on his door until you heard a familiar voice.

It was Natasha. She giggled and said something you couldn’t quite understand. Seemed like he was a little busy. It shouldn’t have stinged as much as it did. You didn’t care though. Bucky wasn’t yours. It didn’t matter. Right.

Still, your mood was sour and you didn’t know it but you looked sad and stared down at the floor almost comical. You walked towards your room until you bumped into a stern chest. It was Steve.

He grabbed a popcorn from the bowl, “Why the frown, peach?”

Your weren’t going to address the nickname. “I don’t have a frown.”

“You do.”

“No.”

“Fine…were you going to watch a movie?” He asks

“Yeah. Im not so sure about it now though.” You say, eating the popcorn.

“Why not? I’ll watch a movie with you, if you don’t mind.” He asks gently, offering a small smile hoping you’d say yes. Which you did.

In Your Room

You scrolled through Netflix, randomly picking the first horror movie you set your eyes on and pressed play. It started off cliché. A family moves into a house in the middle of nowhere, slowly unraveling the ‘demons’ within. What you really looked forward to though were the jumpscares.

With Steve by your side intently watching the movie, you wondered who was going to be the most affected. As you reached the peak of the movie, one of the protaganists searched the basement with a flashlight, and when he turned around…bam! A demon popped up scaring every inch of your supernatural body. If it weren’t for Steve holding the popcorn, you would’ve dropped all of it all over the floor.

It was then you realized the hold you had on Steve’s arm. You were holding it by your cheek with a tight force that if he weren’t a super soldier, you would’ve left a bruise. At first, you were embarrassed. But then images of Natasha and Bucky being in this exact position flashed through your brain. It was as if every inch of embarrassment flooded away and replaced with a need for revenge. So you stayed that way, holding onto Steve’s arm like a damsel in distress. You don’t know why, maybe it was because you hurt for what you heard earlier going on in Bucky’s room but the need to be closed to Steve overcame your senses of logic.

On your bed you positioned yourself to a move comfortable position. You had your leg over Steve’s torso and continued to grab onto his arm. You heard Steve’s heart quickened, but you didn’t care. You didn’t even care about the movie anyway. You began getting tired and ended up following asleep in this exact position. Reminding yourself, Bucky betrayed you first.

Authors Note: honestly I wasn’t planning on this becoming a series, but this is getting too long so I guess it’ll become a series🥲

#steve rogers #bucky barnes #bucky imagine #bucky barnes x reader #slow burn #rollercoaster #angst #bucky smut #marvel #captain america #steve rogers x reader #notstucky #steve rogers imagine

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Part Twenty-Eight: Reunited

[slow burn romance between Steve Rogers and SHIELD agent Emma Baker]

Warnings: 18+, contains humor, fluff, mental health, family trauma, romance, angst, language, violence, (potentially smut later on).

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Emma wakes up after the bombing in Vienna.

The next morning, Emma regains consciousness and wakes up in an unknown facility. She slowly opens her eyes and lifts her head to look around. As she tries to sit up she's met with pain from the massive bruising all over her body. She lets out a groan which causes the young woman in the room to turn around. "Oh good, you're awake!"

Emma lays back down on the pillow in pain and asks, "Where...where am I? Who are you?"

"I'll start with introductions," the chipper girl responds with a smile. "My name is Shuri and you are currently in my lab in the great kingdom of Wakanda. How are you feeling, Miss Emma?"

"Like I was just in a bombing..." Emma replies in a strained voice as an ache presents itself in her head. She rubs her temple and asks, "What happened? How did I get here? Are my AI system and drone okay? What about my friends?"

"For someone who has a nasty headache you sure are asking a lot of questions," Shuri says with a bright laugh. "As for the first one, the bomb went off and messed you up pretty badly. You had a shattered tibia and fibula, a concussion, and some other miscellaneous injuries, along with the obvious bruising. As a thank you for the attempt to save my father's life, my brother insisted that you be brought here to heal. Our healers and I mended all your broken bits so they should be good as new. As for the headache, we can give you a special herbal tea to help with the pain, but those bruises will have to heal on their own."

At the words, Emma slowly sits up to look at the girl while she speaks to her. She swings her leg that was previously injured and sees that it was completely healed. "How did you...?"

"We are one of the most advanced civilizations in the world, we have our ways," she tells Emma with a wink. "Now I think that sufficiently answers your first two questions, so as for the third one, your tech is okay. It is a very loyal piece of machinery, Miss Emma. Once you got here I took the liberty of fixing it up, I would even say I made it better if I'm honest."

Emma notices her drone in a lab hood nearby and asks, "What all did you do to her?"

"So I did basic repairs from the blast and reinforced her body with vibranium so she's now virtually indestructible. I have been experimenting with some new tech for the Black Panther suit and tried it out on her as well. If it works properly, any blow that she takes will be absorbed and then you can deal the force back on your attacker."

"That's...wow..." Emma whispers, speechless.

Shuri smiles and says, "I'm glad you like it. I also took the liberty to fix some stuff in regards to the AI itself. Fixed some bugs and reprogrammed a little bit. Now she can only be accessed by you. Un-hackable, untraceable, and the more you train with it, the better she'll respond as she gets to know you. What was in there before was a basic AI that could respond to commands and things, but it couldn't do everything AI is capable of."

"And here I was thinking that Tony had the best tech in the world..." Emma mumbles.

"This stuff? I was capable of this by the time I was ten Miss Baker."

Emma can't help but laugh at the comment which sets off more pain in her head. She then asks sheepishly, "Hey, you mentioned something about some tea?" Shuri smiles and nods before taking a few steps out of the lab to inform someone of Emma's request.

When Shuri comes back, she tells Emma, "All of the upgrades should be done within the hour. Once you get that tea, if you want a tour of the labs I will gladly take you on one."

Emma looks around and finally takes in all of the tech surrounding them and smiles, saying, "That sounds fantastic."

After a tour of the lab with tea in hand, Emma and Shuri reemerge into her sector of the lab to take a look at the progress on SAM 2.0. Before Shuri takes the drone out from under the hood, she stops and asks Emma, "I saw in your AI previously that there was a function that could read your vitals and play music for you?"

"Yeah, it was something Tony added in for my anxiety. We also used it to help me train in hand-to-hand combat for a while."

"Well how about I make that feature better too?"

Emma hesitates for a moment before asking, "What would we need to do for that?"

"Well all I would need is a simple brain scan. I can then add on some tech that can have a micro scanner in the piece that you wear so it can read your brain activity and adjust based on that rather than just heart rate. I don't know what he was thinking, choosing to do this based on heart rate, that goes up under normal exertion circumstances, not just... Well anyway, I'll stop with the slander of Mr. Stark's tech. So are you down?"

"I'm down," Emma replies with a nod. After a surprisingly quick scan of her brain activity, Shuri does some programming and is done. "Wow, you work quickly."

Shuri smiles as she hands Emma a couple of small tech pieces that wrap around her ears. They are ornate and elegant so they look like jewelry, matching the feather quill tattoo Emma has behind her ear. As Emma puts the tech on, Shuri says, "I hope you don't mind me experimenting with the tech. It just needed some TLC."

"Whatever aids me more in a fight works great for me," Emma tells her. She gets the second piece on and smiles. "You know this seems a lot better than glasses for housing the AI. Glasses can fall off super easily. Hell, they almost have multiple times in a fight."

"Another thing I don't understand why he did," Shuri says, shaking her head with a laugh. "These are fashionable and effective at their job, I think you'll love them. They are also a lot easier to wear in your day-to-day."

"I think they're perfect," Emma tells her with a smile.

"So are you ready to test her out?"

"Absolutely!"

"So with the earpieces, you can keep them as is and you can listen to everything stats-wise that is going on or you can give the right one a tap and it can produce a holographic screen with everything you need to know."

"Sweet," Emma says and tests it out.

The screen materializes and she hears SAM's voice saying, "It's good to be back, boss. I'm glad you're okay after that incident earlier."

"Me too, SAM," Emma replies softly. "Did you get back all my notes and stuff to Maria before...well you know..."

"As always," she replies.

"Great," Emma replies. "Now let's see what you're capable of with these upgrades."

When Emma says this, Shuri taps some commands into her own tablet. Emma checks on the mini-tablet attached to her wrist and sees that SAM shows an incoming drone out of the hall on the left. Before she can react though, it flies in quickly and hits her drone dead on. The drone absorbs the blow and Shuri says, "Now, you see how it's glowing purple? If you command your drone to fly back into that one, it'll deal the force of that blow right back onto it."

"Got it," Emma replies and gets the steering feature up on the tablet. She then smashes her drone into the other one and it goes flying into the wall behind it!

"Yes!" Both Shuri and Emma shout in excitement at the fact that the tech worked.

"Okay now let's see the stealth mode," Shuri says.

Another drone flies down the hall and Emma quickly commands SAM to send the drone into stealth mode. On the projected screen, Emma can see where exactly the drone is but can't see a thing in front of her. Without warning, Shuri sends a drone to execute a sneak attack on Emma's. The drone absorbs the blow and begins to glow on the screen, but once again it isn't visible to the naked eye. The two girls fist bump at the feat with smiles on their faces. "This tech is amazing, Shuri. You could put Stark Industries out of business. Why haven't we heard of you?"

"The kingdom of Wakanda has been a well-kept secret for many, many generations. It is disappointing some days knowing my tech isn't used around the world, but I'm just happy to be inventing."

"That's a shame...tech like this could put the Avengers into retirement. Bring peace to the world."

"In an ideal world, yes, but not this one," she tells her. Emma nods sadly as they end the training session.

After cleaning up, Shuri shows Emma to the room she'll be staying in for the night. "I hope it's okay that we're keeping you here for the night. I'm supposed to tell you it's for observation of your injuries, but if I'm 100% honest, the elders are discussing how to deal with the fact that we brought an outsider into our kingdom. You may need to be here for a few days."

"Oh, I'm so sorry to impose..." Emma says quietly.

"Don't you worry, it's all just traditional nonsense. If I can get your help in my lab and prove that you're useful, you'll get out easy," Shuri jokes with a laugh and a wink.

They get to the room that was set up for her and Emma's mind goes to what they were talking about before, the only question that Shuri didn't answer when she first woke up: what happened to everyone else at the meeting? Was Nat okay? Did Tony make it out? Then another thought hits her. What was Steve thinking? She lost her phone in the blast and there wouldn't be a way to contact her.

"Hey, Shuri?"

"Hm?"

"Do you know anything about what's going on back in Vienna? Who all made it out and all?"

"We can try and find news coverage, but until our reps there get back to us, we're getting the same news everyone else around the world is."

"Is there any way I can contact my team?"

"You can try, but I will say, last I saw on the news, my brother was out there fighting Captain America and some of his friends."

Emma closes her eyes and whispers, "Damnit Steve..." She pauses for a moment before asking, "I'm assuming that's gonna be a violation of the Accords?"

Shuri assesses Emma's reaction to Steve's actions and nods slowly. "Yes, I'm afraid so. Feel free to use the TV in your room to catch up on the news."

"Will do," Emma replies as she walks into the room.

Laying on the bed is a pair of beautifully crafted pj's along with a steaming cup of the tea that helped her out earlier. Beside the cup is a note from one of the healers, saying, "Please enjoy. This will help soothe your pain and ease you into sleep. The elders may be undecided, and you may not have saved the King, but there are those of us who thank you for your heroism. Where others ran away, you ran into the danger to save someone else. That takes the heart of a hero and true bravery. Thank you."

Emma smiles at the note, dresses into the pj's, and sits on the bed to watch the news coverage from the day. She sips the tea as she watches the report of Steve and Sam getting arrested along with another familiar face: Bucky Barnes. Usually her mind would go to the worst-case scenario when she sees his face, but tonight it doesn't. Tonight, the strong herbal tea has a hold on Emma, and rather than slipping into anxious thoughts, she drifts to sleep with the TV still on.

The next day, Shuri keeps Emma busy in her lab so she doesn't get bogged down by the thoughts of the bombing and her friends' arrests. The two work together in her lab, editing programs for various tech items Shuri is working on, fixing up broken tech that is sent to the lab from throughout the kingdom, and doing more work on Emma's drone and AI. At one point when they are working, Shuri asks Emma, "Do you think you need some weapons to have on yourself? The drone can only do so much and what if you're away from it during a fight?"

"Oh Shuri, I couldn't ask that much of you, you've already helped me out so much," Emma replies.

"But what if I want to?" Shuri asks. "It'll be a piece of cake, really."

"Well..." Emma trails off, "if you insist."

Shuri pumps her fist and begins programming and putting the commands into a computer to start the building process. For the next few hours, the girls work on the drone and weapons systems together. At one point, Emma takes a break due to her headache but Shuri continues her work. When Emma gets back, Shuri tells her, "I just added something really cool to the drone, but I'm not going to tell you what it is. You'll find out in time and with more training with it."

"Ooh, a mystery, I like it," Emma replies with a smile. Shuri then presents Emma with a pair of bracelets that match the ornate detailing of her earpieces and tells her to put them on. She marvels at the pieces and breathes, "Oh, these are beautiful, Shuri."

"They may be beautiful, but they can pack a punch. They take the energy you have behind your punches and double it. It's nothing too fancy, but I didn't want you to deal with accidental blasts to the hands. I don't understand how Miss Romanoff handles her weapons like that so elegantly."

"She is one talented woman," Emma tells her quietly, wondering what Natasha was feeling in all of this, what with surviving the bombing and then having some of her closest friends arrested... Emma's thoughts are quickly torn away from thinking about her friends though as she and Shuri move on to work on some other things being brought into the lab.

Meanwhile in a different area of the building, Steve talks with his best friend. "Are you sure you want to do this, Buck?" he asks.

"I can't trust my own mind," Bucky replies with a shake of his head. "So until they figure out how to get this crap out, going back under is the best idea. For everybody."

Steve nods as the Wakandan lab techs put Bucky into the cryo machine. As his friend is frozen yet again, he sighs and goes to look out of the window nearby to be with his thoughts, feeling completely numb. He finally found Buck but now he has to give him up again, Emma is still missing, and the team he gathered to help him out is all in a max security prison... It couldn't get much worse... He lets these feelings of hopelessness go though as T'Challa approaches him from behind. "Thank you for this," he tells the man.

"Your friend and my father...they were both victims in this. If I can help one of them find peace..." T'Challa replies thoughtfully.

"You know if they find out he's here, they'll come for him," Steve tells him.

"Let them try," T'Challa says while looking at the monument to the Black Panther outside of the window. They both stand in silence for a second before T'Challa continues. "Captain, I think we may have something you've been looking for. In the other lab. Please, follow me."

Steve knits his eyebrows in confusion but follows T'Challa down the hall anyway. As they approach the other lab, Steve hears a familiar sound that brings joy and peace to his heart: Emma's laugh. A smile breaks out on Steve's face as T'Challa opens the door to reveal Emma working with a young girl in the lab.

Steve clears his throat and says loudly, "I thought you said I wasn't losing you any time soon, Baker."

Emma turns around at the sound of Steve's voice and smiles from ear to ear at the sight of him, a bit worse for wear, but there nonetheless. She meets Steve halfway as he wraps his arms around her in an embrace. Emma flinches at the pain from her bruising but ignores it because she was just so happy to see Steve.

"Let's give them some space, Shuri," T'Challa tells his sister and the two of them leave to give the pair some privacy.

Steve takes a shaky breath and whispers, "God, we thought you were gone, Em... Nat told me there was a body they couldn't identify and nobody knew where you went... I couldn't help but think it was you." Steve's voice breaks at the end of his sentence and he pulls Emma impossibly closer. "I don't know what I would have done if I lost you..."

"Well I'm here and that's what counts," Emma mumbles into Steve's chest.

Steve finally lets Emma out of his arms and he sighs. "The man who did all of this...he said that he would make sure we lost everyone just like he did. I was so afraid that we lost you in that blast..."

A tear escapes Steve's eye at the thought of losing Emma and she wipes it away with her thumb, telling him, "It's okay Steve, I'm right here. A bit beat up, but I'm here." She pauses and then asks, "So what's the plan?"

Steve scratches the back of his neck and replies, "Well I'm not in the government's good graces right now, so I'm gonna have to go on the run for a bit while I figure out what to do about this whole situation. Sam, Wanda, Clint, and Scott Lang are in a prison called the Raft right now because of what they did to help me. I just need to figure out a way to make this right."

"Well I'm coming with you to help," she tells him.

Concern fills Steve's eyes as he says, "Em, I can't let you do that. If you come with me, you're going to be a wanted woman for conspiring with a war criminal and going against the Accords."

"Sure you can let me," Emma retorts, "because that's exactly what you would do for me."

"I'm just trying to look out for you."

"And I'm trying to look out for you. I wouldn't be able to stand myself just sitting around knowing you were out there running with no way for me to help."

"But what about your job at Stark Industries? You gave up being an Avenger to keep it. I don't want you to lose that stability you were talking about."

"Well, I've had some time to think while I've been here and I realized that it wasn't the job that was my stability, it's you guys. Plus, I have a place we can go to hide. My family has property back in upstate New York. It's super secluded, and no one at Stark Industries knows about it besides Maria. SHIELD kept it off the books when I was an agent and I've kept it a secret from almost everyone besides my clients that rent it. It's the perfect place to lay low until we can get all of this figured out."

At these words, Steve goes deep into thought, wandering over to the window to contemplate their options. Emma follows him and looks at his profile, battered and bruised, but still handsome. After a few seconds, Steve finally speaks again. "And you're sure you're willing to risk everything you have back home to help?" As he asks this, he turns to Emma.

She looks deep into his eyes and nods as she tells him, "For you, I'd risk anything."

The two hold each other's gaze for a few seconds before they hear someone clear their throat behind them. T'Challa approaches them and asks, "So, Captain, is Miss Baker heading out with you, or will you be leaving me with two of your friends? I'm sure my sister could use a helping hand in the lab if you choose to leave on your own."

"She'll be coming with me," Steve replies with a nod. "From the bottom of my heart, I thank you and your people for your kindness and help in healing them."

"And we thank you for letting us. My little sister needs a bit of a challenge every now and then."

"A challenge?" Shuri asks, offended. "You underestimate me, brother. I had Emma healed within hours and we had a whole day to work on her tech!"

The girl hands Emma the drone that had been entered into pack mode and Emma smiles, saying, "Thank you, Shuri. I do have one question though before we go."

"What is it?"

"Tony had a tracker put in this thing years ago, is there any way you can take it out?"

"Oh, I did that when you were still out from the bombing. It was in the way of something I needed to fix so I got rid of it," Shuri replies. She checks her watch and says, "Well I would love to stay and chat, but I have to start working on what my brother says my next 'challenge' is. Good luck out there, Miss Emma. It was a pleasure working with you."

"Right back at ya," Emma replies and gives her a fist bump.

Emma waves to Shuri as she turns to leave and then T'Challa speaks back up. "By now I'm sure the jet you requested to get out of here is ready, Captain. Just tell my pilot where to take you and you're there. Feel free to contact us if you are ever in need of help."

"Will do," Steve tells him with a nod. "Again, thank you, your highness. For everything."

"It has been a pleasure."

As T'Challa walks the two of them to the jet they'll be taking back to the States, Steve tells Emma, "So I know you said that the place your family has is secluded and was kept off the books, but I think we should stake it out for a few days just to make sure no one's there to get us when we arrive."

"Smart idea, Cap," Emma agrees as they make their way onto the jet. "There's a motel about ten miles from the lodge. We can stay there until we're sure it's safe. They take cash and are a no questions asked kinda place so we should be safe there."

"Safe is what we need right now while we figure out a plan." Emma nods as she tells the pilot the name of their destination and he taps in the coordinates to a clearing about a mile from the motel so he could drop them off secretly.

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The Maid Part 2

Pairing: Loki x reader (on going series)

Warnings: Angst, abuse, mental health (depression, mentions of suicidal thoughts). Eventual loki x reader pairing. Reader is a maid.

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You wake up to the Snake throwing you out of your cot.

"Witch! You dare to sleep in? Get up and start working NOW!" he yells at you.

You groan in pain as you try getting up and starting the day. The medicine Banner gave you is working wonders; you feel none of the pain and your wrist has significantly healed overnight.

You make your way to the kings wing when the Snake corners you against a wall.

"The king has asked me to send you another personal message." he sneers. Your eyes widen in fear when he suddenly slaps you across the face. You feel the wound in your lip split open again, the now familiar metallic taste filling your mouth. He grabs your cheeks with one hand and squeezes painfully.

"Watch your back, witch. I'm watching your every step." he threatens.

He throws you to the floor and walks away, as you gather your items and continue to the kings quarters, refusing to let him see you in pain.

Silent tears are brimming your eyes. You blink them away and take a shaky breath.

I don't know how much longer I can take this.

You manage to complete your tasks within the allotted time given you to by King Loki. You leave his wing with a long sigh of relief, praying that you never have to see him again.

A few weeks go by as you manage to do your work properly and on time to avoid the king. However, the guard Snake, seems intent on making you fail, on breaking you into submission. Without reprieve, he has consistently targeted you every night, to limit your capabilities. Your response and demeanour remains the same: silent and emotionless. As a result, the pain compounded, the prevention of your body to receive time to heal made you weaker. Last night was the worst, as you were too weak and in pain to fight back. You return to Banner, who provides you with more medication but insists that something must be done to stop them from this continuous abuse. You say nothing as you stare back at him, knowing there is nothing either of you can do. You've been sold to the crown to pay for your parent's debt and there was no way out.

The next day, you wake up in unbearable pain. You look in the mirror and curse at yourself. You eye is a deep purple, yellow and green on the outskirts where your nose and eyebrow is. You had fogotten to apply the balm last night, as you had slipped into unconsciousness after the traumatic events of the night.

You decide to wear a shawl over your head and to keep your eyes to the ground while you walk around the castle to the King's wing. You manage to get through most of the work without seeing anyone. When you get to the king's chambers, you close the door behind you and tighten the shawl around.

You start your work, slowly moving around. You still have a limp from the pain in your ankle after the guards had stomped on it the other night.

You work your way around his chambers, focused on cleaning the large windows. You're slowly stepping up on the tall stool with one foot and hanging the other in the air to avoid putting pressure on it. You slowly lift your arms but hiss in pain from the stretch of your bruised ribs. You're shaking with every movement as you clean. You're so focused on ignoring the pain and cleaning that the sudden sound of a throat clearing behind you makes you jump in fear. You yelp as you try to steady yourself but put too much pressure on your ankle and begin falling to the floor when you're suddenly wrapped in strong arms and behind helped back up onto your feet.

You see a flash of green as you're being pulled up and immediate know who it is. You look down at your shoes.

"Sorry darling, I didn't mean to scare you." Loki says with amusement.

You stay quiet as you stare at the floor. You feel his stare boring into you.

"Not much of a talker I see... very well, continue on with your work. I've been pleased so far, so please continue." He says as he steps to the side to let you get back to the windows.

From the corner of your eye, you see him grab the book from his night stand and sit on his bed.

He notices your hesitancy "Don't mind me, I will simply be reading. He turns his head down to the book.

You swallow thickly, anxiety seeping into your bones. All of the rumours you've heard of his cruelty creep into your mind and you start to shake. You force yourself to calm down and return to your work.

Keeping your down as you do not want him to see your bruises on your face, they're especially brutal this time. You turn to the stool and begin stepping up on it. Leaning on the wall, you put one leg up and look behind you quickly to make sure the king doesn't see you as you grip the wall and jump up a level of the stool on one foot. You keep the second foot flat on the stool, but put no pressure on it, to avoid suspicion and keep the pain at bay. You grab the cloth in your hand and stretch yourself slowly to reach the top of the glass and move your arm slowly side to side. You stretch too far and groaning loudly in pain as you retract and pause to take a deep breath. You don't dare look behind you. You know he heard you but you refuse to acknowledge it.

You try again and start cleaning the windows, moving your arm side to side and manage to finish without hissing out loud in pain. You're biting the inside of your cheek as you start lowering yourself from the stool. You pause to grip the wall again and hop down the first step, you miss it and instinctively put your pained ankle down to prevent from falling. As soon as your foot steps on the stool, you yelp in pain and jump off the stool, gripping the wall to steady yourself. Your head is down, you're breathing rapidly, knuckles turning white as you try to regulate your breathing.

You're so focused on waiting for the pain to go away that you don't hear Loki get up and walk up behind you until you feel his hand on your elbow.

You stiffen at the touch.

"Turn around." he orders you.

You feel tears forming in your eyes. This is it. He's going to send me to the dungeons and have me killed or tortured, or worse. You swallow hard and slowly turn around on one foot while staring at the floor.

"Look at me." he orders you again.

You slowly lift your head up and look at him. You see his eyes widen slightly and his jaw tick.

"What happened?" he commands.

His eyes are a deep green, you can see the emotion behind them.

What do I say? I can't tell him what's happening... he will never believe me. I'm a simple maid. Who am I to snitch or accuse a royal guard?

"I slipped and fell." you reply queitly.

A lie. He can taste it. He looks at you and slits his eyes as he ponders your answer.

"You mean to tell me, you slipped and fell in such a way that split your lip, gave you a black eye and seriously sprained your ankle almost the brink of it being broken?" he asks you incredulously.

"It was a very bad fall your highness." you say queitly.

He chuckles at your answer "You know I am the God of Lies and Mischief, and yet you still choose to lie to me. I do not take you for a fool. You speak eloquently, you seem somewhat educated and intelligent. Yet, you still lie to me."

You swallow thickly and sway slightly out of anxiety.

"Apologies your highness. It was not meant in ill-will."

He sighs deeply "I can smell Dr. Banner's healing balm on your skin. He created it for me, to numb the pain while I am at war. Why would a 'simple maid' such as yourself need the balm?....I will ask you one last time, what happened?"

You're shaking, his eyes look you up and down with concern.

You remain quiet. Too fearful to lie or say the truth.

He sighs deeply "You refuse to answer my question again? You understand the consequences of such disrespectful actions towards a royal. Why?" he questions.

You shift again "I can't lie if i remain quiet, your highness."

He stops and stares at you. He is shocked by your answer. His eyes shimmer and lips curly slightly into a smirk; he's impressed.

"Very well... You may leave now."

He watches you limp to the closet, put the supplies away and lower the shawl over your face again.

You bid him farewell and take your leave.

When you leave his chambers he can't help but wonder about you.

She lied. I know she did. Who does she fear so intently that she is willing to lie to her king for? Something isn't right here. Her eyes... they looked empty....

He paces his room and stares out his window, coming up with a plan to figure out what is happening within his kingdom's walls.

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