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espinosaurusrexex · 28 days

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Remember Me

WinterSoldier!BuckyBarnes x Female!Reader

summary: After a fight against the most notorious Hydra agent of all, Steve and you discover that your assumed diseased friend Bucky is still alive. Old wounds resurface as you are confronted with the grappling reality that you have lived vastly different lives for the past 70 years. Will he remember your shared history? And most importantly: does he still feel the same?

word count: 3.1k

a/n: Just a short piece that I managed to finish. I know it's not a lot, but I hope you enjoy anyway 💕

warnings: a bunch of fluff and angst, mentions of war, mentions of sexism, swearing, Bucky is really broken in this one, happy ending (:

･ﾟ✫* 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ｡✭･ﾟ

“Proceed with caution, unidentified shooter on bridge. I repeat: unidentified shooter. It is not clear what the motive is. Take cover and shoot on sight.”

“Dispatch, this is Captain America - we’ll take it from here.”

“With all due respect, Cap, I will keep my men on site to keep your cover.”

“I appreciate it.”

“Least I can do for you, sir.”

“Stop chatting it up with the police and do your job, Rogers.”

“Alright, alright.”

You chuckled and turned to Tony. “How long are we out?”

“Three minutes, 46 seconds.”

“You gonna survive that long, Stevie?”

“That guy’s got a good aim on him, gotta give him that.”

Muffled noises pushed through your earpiece before you stepped into the back of the Quinjet to gear up.

“Can’t let him do anything. It’s one guy they’re fighting... one.”

“Yeah, one Hydra-trained assassin who’s apparently immortal and got more deaths on his record than Romanoff.”

You huffed as the meeting recollected in your mind. The Winter Soldier had been the newest pain in the Avenger’s asses ever since you discovered that Hydra was still operating in the shadows of S.H.I.E.L.D.

“They’re just making a show out of everything, huh?”

You strapped your gloves over your wrists and watched as Tony chuckled in the pilot seat. You and him had become good friends over the past few years. Ever since you and Steve had been discovered in the frozen airship of what you had thought to be your last mission about 70 years ago, you and Captain America had woken up in a vastly different world. One through which Howard’s son, Tony, gladly guided you.

Both you and Steve were overwhelmed by the amount of changes the world had endured while you had soundly served your time as human popsicles, though Captain America seemed to struggle a little more with 21st-century technology and norms.

It was fine, Steve had always been a little old-fashioned, even back in the day. You for one were delighted to learn about all the opportunities the world had to offer for women and other people who couldn’t have dreamed of any in the 40s. Because while Steve was celebrated for being the face of hope for the American people, you were still dodging snide comments doubting your place in the Army. And while you tried not to let anyone see the toll it took on you, it was the reason for enough nights you spent with Peggy sharing stories over a bottle of wine.

You both decided the important men in your life should never find out. Though, of course, your not-so-secret didn’t stay hidden from Bucky for long. Which was one of the reasons you had jumped on that plane with Steve. Even when Bucky was already dead. Even when Steve was still oblivious. You constantly needed to prove yourself. But this one time, it had actually changed something – well, time had.

You shook your head free of that thought and walked towards the cargo hatch. Tony had landed the Quinjet – it was go time.

“Ready?”

“That guy won’t know what happened to him when we’re done with him.”

“Let’s rock his world, then,” Tony winked before his helmet closed and he flew out of the jet. You were close behind him, running the short distance from the ramp to the bridge from which you swung yourself off with a grappling hook.

“What’s the status?”

“I’ve been shot.”

“I’ve got it, Bearcat check on Steve. He looks ridiculously helpless.”

“Roger that,” you sprinted towards the two fighting men on the street, as the Winter soldier threw Steve to the ground, his shield nowhere to be seen.

“Okay, my turn.” You stepped in front of him, analyzing his movements, and dodging punches, trying to get some in yourself.

“Oh come on, that’s not fair.” You huffed when he took a knife out of your leg holster and almost acrobatically threw it over your head just to graze your cheek with the blade.

He had knocked off your guns at this point, leaving you with choking wire and some smaller daggers in your jacket. When he turned the right angle, you jumped his shoulders and locked your thighs around his neck, kicking the knife out of his hand and watching as he ripped your choking wire in half. Damn.

“Now, that’s not nice.” You threw the torn metal to the side as The winter soldier struggled to get you off him. A look to Steve told you he had a new plan, and with a short nod, you signaled your understanding to him.

“But if you wanna be like that...” Steve threw you his shield and in a swift motion you managed to drag it over the soldier's head. He pushed his metal arm forward just in time, though your hit had already knocked the mask off his face.

When the shield came down, you heard Steve’s footsteps halt next to you, the world going quiet.

Your stomach churned when you watched blue eyes twitch between the dark smudges. Familiar and oh-so strange at the same time.

“Bucky?” Steve stammered, and at the sound of his name, goosebumps rippled over your skin.

The Winter Soldier’s look darkened before he reached for a gun. “Who the hell is Bucky?”

From then on, the day seemed like a blur. You remembered Sam knocking Bucky down and the lot of you flying back to the compound on standby. Steve was functioning a lot better than you were, considering the man you thought to be dead for over 70 years was currently handcuffed to a handrail on your jet.

James “Bucky” fucking Barnes. Captain America’s best friend, founding member of the howling commandos, infamous war hero apparently turned assassin, and the man who stole your heart somewhere along the way.

You dared a glance at the chained-up, unconscious brunette in the corner as Steve sat down next to you, a calming hand squeezing your shoulder.

“Can I get you anything?”

You ignored him. “How are you not freaking out?” You whispered through glassy eyes instead.

Steve’s expression softened when he pulled you into his chest, his other hand pressing your head further into him. His heart was hammering beneath his ribcage, his fingers cold to the touch.

“I am. Just trying to be a captain.” His voice was strained when he mumbled into your hair.

You just nodded in understanding, finding comfort in the fact you weren’t the only one feeling this way.

❁ ❁ ❁

You watched him through the glass of the interrogation room with your arms crossed before your chest. Buck was sitting at the table, his head hung low, his dark hair falling in wet stands into his face. He didn’t move a muscle. For half an eternity, he stared at the table his wrists were chained to, almost statue-like. But when he finally looked up, you could see the confusion and nervousness in his ocean-blue eyes.

They had given him time to recover, to shower, and feel like a human again. They forced him into normal clothes and offered him a bed to sleep. But it wasn’t enough. The man you were looking at was terrified and lost - exhausted and overwhelmed.

Bucky visibly tensed when the door opened and Steve stepped into his sight. They spent the next hour reconstructing his past. Steve told him how he had ended up in the 21st century and by the end of their conversations, the tension was a lot less static.

“She’s alive,” Bucky stated and tore his eyes away from Steve to look at the one-way glass.

“She’s a tough one. Survived the crash without super soldier serum and came out of the ice just as unharmed as I did.”

“What are the odds?” Bucky chuckled bitterly. “What are the fucking odds we all end up together again?”

Steve only gifted his friend a sympathetic smile along with a squeeze to his shoulder. “Take it as a chance.”

“Feels like a punishment.”

They were locking eyes and even though you were watching the interaction from the outside, you could feel the atmosphere turn somber. The men were staring at each other in silence for a while, though you knew there was an entire discussion happening in their eyes.

“Does she... does she want to see me?” Bucky’s voice was hesitant and broken. And you couldn’t help but somehow imagine a different question nestled in his words.

You almost had to stop yourself from touching the glass with your hands, wanting to tell him that you were already seeing him - really seeing him.

“Why don’t you ask her yourself?” Steve stood and with a last smile to Bucky, he exited the room.

This was it. The door was open. The love of your life sitting only a few feet from it. Though it seemed like he was trapped inside another’s body.

“I’ll give you some privacy,” Steve murmured as he stood in the doorway looking at you by the window. And you just nodded, trying to suppress your pulse rushing in your ears.

“Thanks.” It was only a whisper. You weren’t used to your voice being this small. And Steve didn’t seem so either. He was looking at you with sad eyes, fists clenched by his sides. There was nothing he could do to make you feel better. Not this time. And he seemed to know so. With one last tight smile, he sent a short nod your way and then left.

❁ ❁ ❁

Bucky didn’t look at you when you finally built up the courage to step inside his room. He was much bigger than you remembered. Thick muscles adorned his arms and shoulders. Shaggy, longer hair fell from his head and over his scrunched brows. His left arm was entirely of metal, a red star reminding him who had taken claim to him several decades ago.

If you hadn’t known, the man before you had almost no resemblance to the soldier you loved in 1941. He had been lean and full of life. He was broken now. And you were terrified someone had taken the very thing from him that would keep him from becoming himself again.

Without a word you approached Bucky, cupped his hands with yours, and undid the restraints that tied him to the table. And this was the first time he looked at you. Really looked at you. Bucky’s piercing blue stare was full of awe and sorrow, a deep pain etched beneath the grey flecks within the vibrant color.

You sat down beside him.

“Hey.” Your voice was shaky, dragging a long silence in its wake that only made your heart beat faster.

“Hello,” Bucky finally whispered, breaking the spell. His voice was a raw timbre, like a long-forgotten melody. And so much more tangible now that you weren’t listening to it through a speaker.

But that was it. Neither of you spoke afterward.

There was so much that could have been said, so much that could have been exchanged, known, explored about the other. And yet it didn’t feel like any of the words known to you were enough to break the static tension in the room. You were just looking at Bucky, scanning every part of his body like it was a flash card for the most important test of your life.

So, here you were: With the opportunity of a lifetime right at your fingertips and the confidence of a kicked puppy settled deep in your wounded soul. The person you had known for the longest looked so timid as if he were looking at a stranger. Not that he had ever been shy about strangers back in the day. But this was different. This was strange and beautiful, and scary, and exciting. No book in the world held the answers as to what to do in this situation.

And the solution was so easy: you just had to say something. So why didn’t your damn mouth open?

The speaker above your heads crackled and then Tony’s voice rang through the room. And for the first time in what felt like hours, a tiny bit of the weight on your shoulders lifted with it. “Bearcat, If you don’t open your mouth and put the guy out of his misery in 5 seconds, I’ll personally mediate this incredibly static confrontation.”

You rolled your eyes and then glared at the mirror, knowing full well Tony was watching you despite your asking him to leave. You mouthed a ‘shut it’ towards the glass and then turned in shock when a familiar voice rose from the silence.”

“Bearcat?”

You stared at Bucky with soft eyes. There was an innocence in the way he slowly guided this conversation - almost like he’d always had. It was an easy question, a nice entry to the heavier stuff that was bound to be discussed.

And just as you began to explain, it dawned on you how much you had missed about each other. How differently your life could have been if it weren’t for the cruel turn of fate.

“When Steve and I were discovered, S.H.I.E.L.D. was our home for a long time. They tried to put us in apartments, even set us up with chaperones to guide us through the new century.” Bucky looked intrigued, even leaning forth as he listened intently. You wondered if he ever realized how much time had passed when he was the winter soldier... if anyone ever cared to tell him. “But it wasn’t until I met Natasha that I felt like I had arrived. She showed me so many things and trained with me until I became an agent here. Howard’s son came up with the nickname. He reminds me of him.” You smiled and shook your head “He’s a pain in my ass but a genius that can be genuinely helpful even though I don’t want to admit it at times. I haven’t grasped the explanation fully, but apparently, my fast learning and efficiency when it came to fighting reminded him of one of those small powerful fighter jets that were finished just after the war.” You chuckled at the memory before your eyes found Becky’s again only to see pain all over his face.

A silent tear rolled down his cheek and hit the floor before you could see it stain his skin. “I'm so sorry.” His voice was shaking, his body trying to make itself smaller but failing miserably with all the muscle surrounding it. He took up the room and your heart right along with it.

“Hey you have nothing to apologize for, you hear me.” You cradled his face and his hands instantly covered yours, only for his metal one to retract just as fast again. He was sorrowful and it made your heart ache.

“You’ve been navigating through so much alone and this is yet another thing you had to do without me.” He confessed through his tears and squeezed his eyes shut. He hadn’t changed within - always caring for everyone around him and never putting himself first.

“I’m fine. Was then and am now.” You ensured him. “If you want to worry about someone, take Steve. He’s a lot more overwhelmed than I am.” Bucky chuckled through his tears, a deep seriousness settling in his eyes. “If anything, I’m sorry we didn’t save you sooner.”

He shook his head. “You couldn’t have known.” And there it was: a glimpse of the loving, caring, charming man you’d known so many years ago. A small smile snuck onto your face at the revelation and a spark of hope shot through your body.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you,” you confessed, "We never had the time to actually be just us. To live all the dreams we shared back then.”

Bucky's eyes were full of sorrow before he closed them and pressed his forehead to yours. “I wish I could say I missed you,” he whispered and slung his arm around you, “But I didn’t remember.”

“And that’s not your fault, you hear me.” Your hand stroked over his damp hair, pulling it back and making Bucky look at you again. “None of this is your fault. Don’t you ever doubt yourself. What happened to you is horrible. And I vow to kill every single person responsible for keeping us apart for this long. But not once will anyone ever consider this your fault.”

Bucky averted his eyes and turned his head but you were quick to catch his face with your hand. “Promise me you won’t beat yourself up. Please. That’s all I ask of you. Let Steve and me handle the rest and focus on becoming comfortable in your skin again. I can’t wait to meet the man you can become.”

“You don’t want to know me, doll. Not anymore. Even if it wasn’t my fault, it changed me. I’m not the man you-“ he stopped talking as you watched regret flash over his features. “I don’t think I can give you what you deserve.”

“I don’t care what I deserve, Bucky. I want you. I always have and that won’t change because some bullies tried to brainwash you. The very fact that we are here talking like this shows how much stronger you are than them. How the good in you never wavered.”

“But I can’t even trust myself. How can I expect you to do so of me?”

You cradled his head harsher as you felt your own tears roll down your cheek. “All I need is for you to try and trust me. We’ll figure this out... like we always do.”

Bucky’s flesh hand had fallen to your thigh, a soft thumb stroking over your leg and he watched the movement in awe. You didn’t know how long it had been since he had last felt comfort but you were determined to make up for all the lost time. With the wild beating of your heart, you took his metal hand and laved your fingers with his, watching as Bucky’s eyes glued to your smaller hand in his. There was no fear of what could happen, no aversion towards the alien element attached to his body. And then, finally, he encased your hand with his silver fingers.

Your other hand still stroked his cheek and you waited until he caught your gaze again. And once he did, you did not hesitate to slowly push your lips to his.

Just a short, sweet kiss. One that held more words than you could ever say. And then you waited. What for? Maybe a rejection, the shake of his head, or the sheer confidence with which he used to kiss you decades back.

Bucky’s breaths were shaky, his hands still touching you and sending softly timid comfort through your body. He held your gaze for a second... and then, he finally kissed you back.

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steveandbuckysdaughter · 4 months

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Have you ever noticed that ever since season one of What If introduced Captain Carter, she's been showing up a lot more than Sam Wilson as Captain America? I once queationed it, which pissed off some Peggy stans on this site to the point where I had to alter the tags so I wouldn't have to deal with them.

Oh yeah I did, trust me, you’re not the only one. Many Sam or Steve or Bucky stans and, yk, Peggy antis here on tumblr noticed it, but her stans are just too stubborn to accept it.

In my humble opinion, I think Peggy is simply a better character for marvel to sell as cap (and not for the right reasons), which is why Sam’s cap hasn’t appeared in 2/3 years and all of Steve’s appearances were butchered.

Steve is noble, all about freedom and doing what’s right. He was a disabled son of immigrants who knew struggle and, in his own words, didn’t like bullies no matter where they came from, which means that doing what was right to him was more important than any government, any authority. Civil War is all about this characterization of Steve, and it’s why he was the perfect man for the job.

Sam is like Steve. He is a noble man who knew struggle and suffering growing up, who lost loved ones, his place in the world the moment he chose to follow what was right instead of what was ordered to him. He was ridiculed and beaten down, and risked losing it all multiple times, but that never made him back down. Plus, to add fuel to the fire, the higher powers would have never accepted him as Captain America because he’s black, no matter if Captain America himself passed the mantle to him, they wouldn’t have accepted him and still didn’t right up to the finale of TFATWS. Sam is perfect for the job and mirrors Steve as the perfect Captain America of his time.

Peggy is… well, she’s nothing of these things.

Yes, she’s a woman, and so everyone would be expected to find sympathy for her, to root for her, but aside from her stans no one actually does. Peggy has a support system and respect, like it or not, and she was relevant. She’s arrogant, she’s headstrong, and she doesn’t go against the system because she is the system. She’s not a minority, she never knew struggle, hell, she lived a comfortable life up until the war and after. And marvel can use her more than Sam or Steve because she’s not troublesome like them, she’s not going to rebel the system if not for selfish reasons or plot points. She’s not Steve, she’s not Sam, and she shouldn’t be, but at the same time Peggy should not be a Captain that marvel should enforce in their media over and over again.

As Erskine said, “Because the strong man who has known power all his life may lose respect for that power, but a weak man knows the value of strength and knows... compassion.” And while Steve and Sam don’t know strength in the sense that Erskine disregards, Peggy does. And if anything, she resembles John Walker.

Not to mention she is no character of her own, she’s simply the mixture of some characters thrown together in a cauldron, and in addition she’s a Mary Sue. She is a villain masked as hero, one that is convenient as a character and can be thrown from side to side as if she was some Y/N insert in an avengers fanfic.

Not only she has made more appearances than the current Captain America, but she managed to insert herself in the majority of What If…’s storylines, even more than actual main characters. Like, you want to tell me people actually want yet another episode about Peggy or with Peggy being a major character instead of Wanda, Loki or the main six avengers? No one does, not even the stans with a functioning brain. But Marvel will not stop, and whatever chokehold Hayley Atwell has on them will last until she’ll be satisfied with the colonization of all the possible marvel projects.

So ultimately, to answer your question: yes, I did notice Sam is being overshadow by a dusty side character that should have stayed dead back in 2016. You’re not alone, and I’m glad I’m not either. If you scroll on my profile you’ll soon find an old post of mine from last year, during the MoM era, where I was talking about this issue, and a Peggy stan went ballistic and on a rant on how I was using Sam as an excuse to hate on Peggy and justify Stucky. (Btw nice move altering the hashtags, I’ve done it too and it’s been a blessing for me.)

Feel free to check that post and come back in the asks, I’d love to discuss that and maybe share some posts regarding the issue (if I can find them lol)

#rant #anti peggy carter #Steve rogers #sam wilson #Captain America #the falcon and the winter soldier #mcu critical #what if #what if season 2 #Ross rants

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wandamaximoffsbadgirl · 2 months

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Let's Talk About That Chapter 6

Psychiatrist!Avenger!fem!Reader x Wanda Maximoff

Warning: Not much. We're at the point of the Civil War fight happening. Lots of hurt and angst.

A/N: Good luck everyone I wanted to cry writing this. 🫠😢

May 24th 2016

The clash of the Avengers. Though you had been by Natasha's side the past few days. Clint came looking for you. Telling you to head to Germany. Steve would be waiting. You left a small note for Tasha, kissing her temple. She was in a deep sleep only because she felt safe with you. Normally any movement would have roused her.

You make it to Germany, hugging Steve. You picked him up and when you set him down he did the same back. "I didn't want to leave her...I know she's going to be pissed." You confess to him. He lets out a sigh, putting a hand on your shoulder.

"She was holding you there. Tony was doing the same thing to Wanda. He was keeping her trapped in the compound with Vision watching over her. Clint's on his way right now with her and a new friend, Scott, he goes by Ant-man." He tells you. Of course that's all it was. Tasha didn't need you. She never needed a bodyguard…she's a black widow assassin for God sakes. How could you be so blind.

"I can't wait to see her." You must be smiling like an idiot because Steve laughs.

"Alright lets go over our plans while we have some time." He tells you, Sam, and Bucky.

When Clint arrives you hug Wanda tightly and she does hug you back, but it doesn't feel the same. "Are you okay sweetie?" You ask, cupping her cheek.

"Yeah just concentrating. Getting ready to fight people we used to call friends and allies. Sorry I'm not in a lovey mood." She barks. You take a step back. Trying to read her emotions and aura. "Stop reading me." You blink and the colors you barely got to figure out dissipate.

"Fine." You stalk off going to change into your uniform. A blue sleeveless skin tight suit, gloves that go up to your biceps and your stone out and able to 'breathe' you switch out your glasses for contacts that unfortunately Tony made you that show you statistics and a bunch of information if you ask FRIDAY about it. You take a deep breath. The weight of it all hitting you, though you knew you needed to keep your emotions in check.

"Everything okay?" You hear Steve ask.

"Something's wrong...or off with Wanda...She doesn't want me reading her emotions. I'm worried that maybe..." you can't even say it out loud as Steve comes and hugs you. You can feel the tears threatening to spill over at the mere thought of not having her by your side.

"Y/N you're still so young. I know it's hard, but even if she isn't the one. It's going to be okay. No matter what. You'll make it through it." He reassures you. You felt like Steve could understand, he just lost Peggy and he's had to live with the fact that he can never be with the love of his life. You feel the tears fall as Steve hugs you once more.

“You'll make it through it. You're tough.” He reassures once more and you sniffle. You wipe the tears away and put up a Steele resolve. Steve was right. You were tough. This wouldn't kill you. No matter the outcome you couldn't let it kill you.

As everyone prepared for battle and got in place. Steve would go out on his own while the rest of you flanked around. Steve hoped he could just talk Tony down, but Tony practically came out swinging as he tended to do. Words fell on deaf ears as the battle started. You threw yourself into the battle, going after Vision and letting your anger rage out. Matching pace with him as you landed punch after punch. The synthezoid showed no signs of damage even after a hammer fist sent him flying into a crater in the ground.

“Why won't you just stay down!” You yelled before being grabbed by red tendrils on magic and flung into the side of a plane leaving a crater of your own.

“Why don't you!?” You heard Wanda yell a venom in her voice you'd never once had directed at you. You faltered for a moment before pushing yourself off the plane with enough force to push it onto its side.

“I gave you everything and this is how you repay me!?” You asked, going toe to toe with someone who was supposed to be your girlfriend, your friend, your ally. As you raise your fist to her you hesitate. You remember the moment you met her. When Tasha brought her to you. You remember how she melted against you with that first hug. You put your fist down. “I could never use my power on you.” you seethe at her as her face twists in a mix of shock and realization that she had hurt you, had sent you flying with her magic for fighting Vision who was our enemy right now.

Before anymore words can be exchanged you feel a sharp pain in your back as you fall to the ground. Vision had hit you with the only thing that could physically hurt you. His powers from the mind stone. Your own stone short circuiting from the power as you lay there motionless other than the occasional involuntary twitch.

As the battle unfolded, the fractures within the Avengers became glaringly apparent. Friendships strained, alliances shattered – it was a heartbreaking spectacle that left you grappling with conflicting emotions. The internal turmoil mirrored the external chaos, and your thoughts inevitably circled back to Wanda.

Engaged in the clash now with some Spider kid, you couldn't help but steal glances at her, attempting to gauge her emotions from a distance. The connection that had once felt so profound now seemed elusive, and the dissonance weighed heavily on your heart.

When the dust settled, and the repercussions of your choices became evident, you couldn't shake the feeling that the path ahead held even greater challenges. The division among you, the fractures in relationships, and the uncertainty about Wanda's feelings all loomed over you, casting a shadow on what had once felt like an unbreakable bond.

The clash of the Avengers had left scars, both visible and unseen, and you knew that healing would be a complex journey fraught with challenges. Yet, with the resilience born from shared hardships, you clung to the hope that you could find a way to mend what had been broken and emerge stronger on the other side.

Steve and Bucky managed to get away thanks to Natasha and you tried following her, but she ran off with nothing, but the promise that you'd see her soon and a kiss on the top of your head. She also used the electric shock device on you and all you wanted to do was cry as she left you there writhing in pain and left to deal with too many emotions on your own as waves of purple magic came off of you until the Earth gave out beneath you. You now lay in a deep crater of your own making.

You'd rather die than lose both the women you care about. Yet, here you are, still breathing. Though you were breathing you didn't feel alive anymore.

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whore-for-chris-evans · 1 year

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Let's talk about the Avengers Assemble series.

I think the only reason it couldn't get a season 6 was because it was giving fans all the things the MCU couldn't/didn't. And filmmakers didn't like that. Seriously:

- It had a lot more of Falcon being an awesome dude (even had Falcon's mom bring them cookies on his first day)

- It had much more focus on Hawkeye and his cool sass and cool archery. He invented new arrows regularly.

- It had Stony. Lots of it. Absolutely made up for the near-complete lack of Stucky (because the movies already have that)

- Hawkeye being Stony shipper #1

- It had Black Widow being much better than in the movies (no sexist/objectifying portrayal of her)

- It actually explored the daily lives of the Avengers. Thor and Hulk fighting over peanut butter. Hawkeye enjoying said peanut butter while watching them fight. Steve and Tony doing training together. Steve and Tony talking about stuff. Lots of stuff.

- Tony used to pretend to be Captain America as a kid. There were pictures. There's a scene where Steve lends his shield to Tony during practice to see what he does with it.

- Hulk collects glass figurines in this universe. And keeps his room squeaky clean. And has a titanium blanket. Bruce is still a fucking genius.

- There were villains who haven't even been in the MCU yet.

- It ended its version of Civil War on a better note. Aka Steve and Tony team up for the bigger fight instead of acting like toddlers.

- Defeating Thanos was much easier here.

- It explored Steve's past and actually showed a more human side of him.

- It showed Steve painting portraits of all his teammates (aww) and also getting frustrated when his paintings don't turn out right (which is accurate and a much needed thing to show)

- It had him staying in the present (even after a time-space glitch caused Peggy and Howard to end up in the 21st century). Not that Steve didn't want to go back with her, he just chose the more sensible option.

- There were better jokes.

- All of them were attractive, even in animation. (I fell in love with AA!Steve first and AA!Clint is the reason I had a crush on the archer for a while)

- It did underrated characters justice.

- It was going great (really, 13 stars out of 10)

But that's why they shut it down.

Because too good wasn't okay for them.

#avengers assemble #disney xd #avengers #avengers cartoon #this series has my heart

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binkszamsstuff · 1 year

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Red

Very dark Steve! Mob Steve! Non con! Reader and Steve have a child. Angst!! Lots of grammar and spelling mistakes I’ll edit in the morning or never who knows🤷🏻‍♀️❤️

Red. the pain, the hurt, the passion, the love, everything was red. He was toxic, he was the obsessive. And you were his feen, his drug, his obsession , his love. But the days blurred, the lines no longer were standing, they had fallen. The fights, the late nights, the guessing and questions that went unanswered by him. It was a house on fire, it was red.

There was no time in the day to plan, with his anger, and yours. It was spontaneous, the fight had started because of steves affairs. The lying, the cheating, he ruined you, tore down all walls, made you just as obsessed with him as he was with you. Just to leave you in the dust, to cheat. To add gasoline to the fire that was you, or what was left of you anyhow.

Peggy was a glossy, classy woman with the perfect bubble of power and wittiness. She was everything you weren’t. You were messy, hazed with trouble, a woman gone mad by a man who drove her there. You were his frankenstein, you were old pieces of yourself glued back together again. The young, innocent, naive, funny, charming, and free girl was now chained to the scars he left.

You ran out of the house in the early morning, he came home late yet again. You had stayed up waiting for him, going to confront him in his act. Thats exactly what you did, but the end was not what you pictured. You hopped that he would hold you, say you were wrong, make love to you like in the beginning.

“Are you cheating on me?’ you asked quietly, you sat on the bed. You couldnt took at him.

“I dont want to have this conversation with you, it’ll only hurt you” steve spoke. That was all the answers you needed. You started to yell, scream, through insult after insult.

“I knew it! You’re scerwing peggy! Huh you’re fucking your secretary!” you yelled in his face crying. He rolled his eyes at you and shoved you to the side going to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

“Im tried of this steve” you sobbed walking to the closet grabbing any bag in sight packing up everything.

Once steve heard you say that so defeated he knew that you were serious about leaving him. You and him had lots a fights because of his actions but everytime he kissed it better. He drew back in promising his love and that it will never happen again. But it always does. Steve now had his suite jacket off, his selves rolled up, strands of his hair in hs face,

“You’re not leaving me” he stated

“Watch me” you said back in anger, masking the sadness.

“y/n i own you, you’re mine! You cant leave me baby” he said getting angry.

“You cheated steve! Again. I-i cant do this i cant sit here and wait for you to love me again. We are not the people we were when we first started dating. I cant and wont be the drunk housewife waiting for her husband whose never gonna come back because his mistress.” you were out of breath from crying and talking so fast while packing.

Steve stepped closer “baby come on its me! Its us! We always get through stuff like this!” he tried to manipulate you with his soft words but this time it wouldn’t work. the naive girl you used died, not even a ghost left of her

“We wouldnt have to “get through this stuff” if you didnt cheat and fuck other women.” you held up air qoutes while talking.

“I love you” steve pulled you in near, kissing the top of your head. You sobbed in his chest, hurt, angry, betrayed. The three year relationship was now smoke, the fire was all burnt out. The engagement ring heavy on your finger, it was a line of whispered lies and i love yous.

Steve drew you to the bed, kissing his way up your neck. His hands sliding down your frame gripping your hips. His false hope whispered in your ear and apologies that didnt have any meaning stuck to you, like a cigarette burn. He took off your clothes and gently laid you on the bed. ‘When was the last time he was gentle with me?’ you thought to yourself as he kissed and licked at you lower lips.

“Say something baby, tell me you wont leave me, that you love me” he begged like he was the victim. You stayed silent, numb.

“prettybaby i love you. Say it back! I need you! I cant live with out you!” both of you now naked on the bed. he pushed himself into your entrance, all you could do was cry.

Steve begged and whined for you back but little did he know the car was running outside waiting to escape him and this burning house.

Steve fell asleep hugging you, his head resting on your tummy his arm wrapped around you. You ran your fingers through his hair, soaking up what was left of the man you used to know, he was burned alive, gone. You slowly pushed him off of you and got dressed, grabbing the bags on clothes and bathroom care you walked out. You looked around the house as you left, the nicknacs and photos of you and steve. The nursery that sat empty. Steve promised children but then came peggy. You kissed your engagement ring and then placed it on the entry table by steves keys.

Getting in the car and speeding off in to what was left of the mess steve made of you.

One year later-

A wail of a new born was calling out to you in the dead of the night. You never got frustrated being a single mother, reminding yourself when you caught yourself being negative that you could still be with steve. Penny was three months old and her blonde curly hair was sticking in every which way. It made you giggle.

“Hi! Mommys here its okay penny girl” you picked her up rocked her in your arms.

She might be steve daughter but you never let her know what pain she was created from, you would never let her end up like steve nor you.

“Mama loves you” you said as she closed her big eyes again just needing comfort from her mom to make her feel better. Steve didnt know that the night that the two of you had sex before you left was the cause of a beautiful little girl. He had tried to call, and text you put after smaing you phone and leaving to state of New York for Washington you knew he wouldnt find you.

You lived in a little white house with a garden in a small town tucked away from the crazy and hurt.

You sat in the rocking chair in pennys room rocking her, your tiredness was catching up to you. Just as your eyes started to close he spoke from the depths of the darkness that was the closet.

“Oh prettybaby you are such a good little mommy, just like i knew you would be” he walked closer.

You screamed. Getting up with penny in your arms backing away from him trying stumble to the door backwards,

“Get out. Steve get out! I-i cant-” you sobbed your hold on penny grew tighter.

“Baby its okay, i wont hurt you. y/n im so proud of you, look at the life you built for our little girl, now i am mad you didnt tell me you were pregnant. But baby she is gorgeous. Now i need you to decide either you come home or we can live out here. Ya know i kinda love it here. Good thinking babe this is great place to rise kids”

You sobbed harder.

“How did you find us” you asked crying, so scared.

“Oh baby dont be naive, i will always find you”

“You cant be in our life, your toxic and i wont rase my daughter in the life we used to have. She wont end up like us! You cant be here! You ruined me!’ you sobbed and hyperventilated. He slowly walked closer like approaching an injured animal

“Baby i know i know, i was wrong and mean and cruel to you. I was blind i thought you would always be there for me. I took you for granted. Shes gone y/n, i got rid of peggy, shes taking a long nap and i aint ever gonna hurt you like that again. I need you baby…..and i need to be in my daughters life. I cant live without you nor am i gonna be able to leave her all alone now too” he explained

“I wanna have a good life, nothing like the one we used to have. You scare me steve and you’ve hurt me” you said looking at little penny who had a frown on hef face, she could read the distress from her mother.

“y/n look at me!” steve grabbed your face in his hands and made you look at him. “I will make it up to you i promise. I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you baby. I cant live without you” you shock your head no

“Its okay i get it y/n we need time, but im not going anywhere” steve spoke again.

“Come on lets put penny girl back in ger crib and go to bed” steve guided you to the crib and put penny down. She was right back to being cozy and sleepy. Steve pulled you in a hug while you sobbed into his chest, he was sliding his hand over your hair while shushing you.

“Come one lets go to sleep.” steve took your hand in his and leaded you back to your room. You laid down still crying, steve undressed himself down to his boxers and then joined you. He spooned you.

“I’ve missed you so much baby” was the last thing you heard before falling into slumber because you had cried yourself to sleep in his arms.

The house was burnt but in its ashes something new rose.

Authors note; i know some people will not understand why she didnt fight more, and the reason why was because she was in shock. It been and year and he shows up and shes like oh crap he found me and our now daughter. She is really scared of him and numb. Also steve is a mob boss by the way.

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musclesandhammering · 5 months

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Unpopular Phase 4 & 5 Opinions

Quantumania is the worst Phase 4/5 movie. And it wasn’t even because “kang got beat by ants.” (I liked kang in this movie). It’s just that the Spy Kids aesthetic & bad acting & overall weird vibes just weren’t for me.

Love and Thunder is no worse than Ragnarok. I would argue that it’s better in a lot of ways, actually. I really liked it.

Taika Waititi ruined thor with bad humour all the way back in Ragnarok tbh, but y’all weren’t complaining about it then 😒.

BuckySarah is better than sambucky every day of the week.

The Marvels was a good ass movie & they’re one of my favorite teams in the mcu. I’ll never forgive cbm sites & online dudebros for killing the hype from the moment the film was announced.

I adore America Chavez & Kamala Kahn and I want to see them in everything. They must be protected at all costs.

Multiverse of Madness had shitty characterisation & basically just copy-pasted the ‘grief made me go off the deep end & hurt people, then I realised and stopped myself’ storyline from Wandavision… but Wanda was extremely selfish & apathetic to other people’s suffering from the time she was introduced in the mcu. MoM didn’t make her like that.

Wanda should’ve been looking for Vision (her actual real life boyfriend whom she spent years with irl) in MoM instead of the kids that weren’t even real that she spent like a week using as characters in her sitcom.

Making everyone forget Peter Parker wasn’t profound or poetic in any way- it was just frustrating and needlessly cruel.

I’m begging marvel to understand that heroes don’t have to be in constant suffering to be heroic & villains don’t have to sacrifice themselves to achieve redemption. Let characters heal and atone, you absolute weirdos.

What If…? is the most boring show ever. I’d rather watch Secret Invasion or She-Hulk.

Season 2 of Loki is, in a cinematic & artistic sense, the best marvel project period.

Loki season 1 was meh- more of a fun au than anything because his characterisation kinda sucked. Season 2 fixed it, though, and made it way easier for me to incorporate this version of Loki back into the larger mcu.

Having Steve stay in the past with Peggy was stupid af.

I don’t hate Peggy (or Captain Carter), though. I actually think she’s pretty cool.

I don’t really love Steve. He’s arrogant & they never really let him have flaws & something about him being a perfect metaphor for the American military industrial complex (and marvel painting that as a good thing) doesn’t sit right with me.

The Illuminati got done dirty and the only reason they went down so fast was because Wanda had all that plot armor.

I thought the retcon of having Wanda be “destined” to become the Scarlet Witch since birth was an annoying cop-out. Her powers originating from being experimented on with an infinity stone was way more interesting.

Loki & Wanda have almost the exact same powers.

Nebula deserved a bigger rule in killing Thanos & everything else moving forward.

I love Kathryn Newton but her acting as Cassie Lang was the worst acting I’ve ever seen in the mcu, like it was outrageously bad.

I’m glad Sam is the new Captain America and not Bucky.

The fact that Bucky probably isn’t gonna be one of Thee lead characters in the upcoming avengers movies feels sick and twisted.

Secret Invasion was actually passable until the G’iah scene at the end. That ruined it. And Nick Fury deserved way better for his solo series.

Kang is so much more interesting than Doctor Doom. I really hope they just recast him.

Carol Danvers does NOT deserve the hate she gets.

I actually disliked Carol until The Marvels. That movie made me a stan.

The way people treat Monica as Wanda’s little inferior pet creation or smth & then brag about it is uhh very sus.

I don’t like sylvie (bc she’s an amalgamation of 3 different comic characters- which killed any hopes of them appearing individually in the mcu, the creators used her existence to butcher Loki’s genderfluid rep, & she was written poorly) & I HATE sylki (bc it’s weird & unnecessary).

Marvel isn’t dead. I actually love where they’re taking things. But that’s just me.

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buckyswintersoldiermask · 1 year

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The Letter

Bucky Barnes x reader

Bucky Masterlist

Summary: You find a letter that Bucky has kept from a girl from his past, you leave once you find the letter. Bucky finds you and explains himself.

Word Count: 1.4K

Warnings: angsty and fluff, mention of PTSD.

A/N: these dates might be off and if they are that’s my fault. (Felt the gif was a good fit) I thought of this months ago but never posted it. I’ll be honest this isn’t my best work :/

(y/m/n): your mothers name

1943

“Mary, I have to go fight in the war.”

James Buchanan Barnes was going to war. Leaving his beloved friend, Mary. Knowing there was a possibility she’d never see him again she wrote him a letter.

Bucky was getting ready to go into the building which would deem him war ready. He stood there hand in hand with Mary.

“Here.” She places a letter in his hand. Bucky looks at the letter and goes to open it. “No not yet. It’s for when you miss home.” Mary hugs him one last time.

“You better not be stuck on Robert still by the time I get back!” Bucky calls out walking away.

“But he’s such a dreamboat, Bucky.”

“Bye Mary.”

“Bye Sarge.”

1944/1945

Weeks went as Steve continued to play “Captain America” show after show and Colonel still didn’t give him a chance. After talking with Peggy, Steve finds out that Bucky and his regiment went up against Schmidt and only 50 came back alive. Steve and Peggy rush to Colonel Phillips and he gives him his condolences.

He decides that the colonel’s decision isn’t good enough for him. Steve infiltrates Hydra and rescues all the men captured, including Bucky. He finds him strapped to a table repeating his Sergeant number.

“It’s me”

“Steve?”

“I thought you were dead.”

“I thought you were smaller.”

Steve and the men make it back to camp, celebrating their win. He was out drinking with some of the men he saved from being captured, asking them to go back to fight. They all agreed to fight with him.

“How about you? You ready to follow Captain America into the jaws of death?”

“Heck, no. That little guy from Brooklyn who was too dumb not to run away from a fight, I’m following him.” Bucky replies, “But, you’re keeping the outfit right?”

“You know what? It’s kind of growing on me.”

Steve digs in his pocket and takes out a wrinkled piece of paper. Bucky could recognize that paper anywhere. “I picked this up off the table, thought you might like it back.” Steve hands Bucky the paper and Bucky opens it, seeing some of the words are faded.

2024

You have been with Bucky for about 2 years. If you can say that’s 2 years. You became friends with him in 2017, and stayed with him in Wakanda. You started dating in 2018, and then you were both blipped when Thanos won. Now you’re back together, happy.

You were cleaning around your bedroom when you came across a piece of paper on your dresser. It isn’t normally there so it caught your attention. You opened it to see it’s a letter:

Dear Bucky,

We’ve been friends for quite some time. I wish you didn’t have to go but I know you have to serve our country. I’ll always be your friend and I’ll be here waiting for you when you come back. But I need to tell you something, I love you Bucky and I always have. So come back to me.

Love, Mary

‘Who’s Mary?’ ‘How old is this letter?’ ‘Why does he still have it?’ Not knowing any of those answers you started to pack a bag. Bucky had left just an hour ago to go to the store. You decided the best place to go was to your mothers house.

Why would he keep an old letter from a girl? Did he not love you the way you thought he did? Your head swarmed with thoughts as you ran out the house. You bought a bus ticket and rode it all the way your mothers house.

Bucky came home from the store to an empty house. He searched every room and no sign of you. You were always at home on Thursday evenings, waiting for him with the groceries. Worried about where you are, he left you multiple texts and calls.

Doll, where are you?

Are you okay?

(y/n) please call me.

You ignored his texts as you stayed at your mother’s house wondering where you went wrong. As you ignored his texts Bucky got extremely worried. Did something happen to you? Bucky contemplates what to do, that’s when he stumbles upon the open letter of paper from Mary and some thrown clothes on your shared bed.

Oh crap, Bucky thought.

He yanks his phone out of his pocket and calls a couple of your friends and gets nothing. Then he calls your mother, her being his last resort.

“Hey, Miss (y/m/n), have you talked to (y/n) today?”

“Hi Bucky, she’s in my living room right now.” Bucky sighs in relief knowing you’re okay.

“She was gone when I came home and I just got so worried.”

“Did something happen between the two of you?”

“I think she saw an old letter and decided to leave.”

“It was an old letter from the past, right?”

“Yeah it was, I’m on my way.”

After that call, Bucky grabbed his keys and the letter and headed to your mother’s house. Your mom loved Bucky despite his history. She’s always asking you when he’s going to be her son-in-law. It’s almost like she loves him more than you. Once she heard both sides of the story she understood where both of you were coming from. You needed to talk it out.

“(y/n), I think you’re misunderstanding this.” Your mom says setting a cup of tea down in front of you.

“But how? Why would he keep a letter from this girl from his past?” You question, not knowing the answer yourself.

“Honey, Bucky has been through a lot, everything in his life from his past that he once had, is gone, maybe he’s just trying to hold on to that little piece he has left.”

She’s not wrong. Everything from Bucky’s past is gone, except his PTSD and dog tags. He doesn’t have Steve, he doesn’t have a war to fight. That’s all he done for years.

“You think I should’ve heard him out before leaving?” You ask, looking at your mother waiting for more words of wisdom.

She smiles grabbing your hand, holding it tightly in her lap, “You will, I’m sure he’s on his way now. (y/n), Bucky loves you without a doubt. You should listen to what he has to say.”

You sat around talking to your mother catching up with her, you learned that she had done some renovations to the house and that she has been waiting for you and Bucky to visit. But on better terms. You were taking your cups to the kitchen when you heard the doorbell.

“I’ll be in the backyard.” You say, walking to the back door. Once you were out of view, your mother opened the door and there stood Bucky.

“Hi ms. (y/m/n).” Bucky says, smiling at your mother despite the situation.

“Oh, Bucky, come in.” Your mother ushers Bucky inside and he gets a glimpse of your things. “She’s in the backyard.” Bucky thanks her and makes his way to the backyard. He puts his hand in his pocket, fiddling with the letter. As he walked outside, his eyes immediately found you.

He walks over to you, keeping his space so he doesn’t upset you. “(y/n).”

“Do you love me?” You blurt out staring into his eyes. He was shocked you’d ever ask him that. Of course he loved you, he didn’t just love you, he was in love with you, he adored you.

“Wha- Of course, I love you.”

“Then why do you keep that letter from your girlfriend in the forties, Bucky, huh?” Bucky sighs, taking out the letter, handing it to you.

“Mary was my friend, she gave me this letter right before I went to war, told me to read it when I missed home. Yes I know there’s no war now, but Mary, she’s a part of what I can remember before HYDRA.”

“She’s a reminder of who I was, who James Bucky Barnes was. I know I should throw it out, but this little letter is all I have left.” Bucky confesses, watching your hands has you hold the letter.

“I’m sorry.” You utter, gazing into Bucky’s eyes.

“No, doll-”

“I need to apologize to you, I should’ve just talked to you about it instead of just leaving.” Bucky comes closer to you, holding your hands in his.

“I should’ve opened up to you about this.”

“Its okay. And I know I’m not any of your buddies, but I know who James Bucky Barnes is.” Bucky smiles resting his hands on your hips, “Is that right?”

“James Bucky Barnes is my 106 year old super soldier that I love dearly. He’s the kindest, loving, caring, strongest, sassiest, grumpiest, and handsomest man I’ve ever met.” You lean in and give Bucky a long apology kiss.

“Are you two staying for dinner?” Your mother called out from the backdoor, making you and Bucky break away.

“Mom!” You groan, amusing Bucky.

“We’d love to stay ms. (y/m/n)!”

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questionableratatouille00 · 7 months

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𝕺𝖚𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝕿𝖎𝖒𝖊

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Summary: Whenever Steve was sick before the serum, you were there for him. But all these decades later, he finds just how much time he wasted back then.

Note: This is my submission for day one (drugging/sick/poisoned) of @ailesswhumptober! Does this count as whump? Probably not! Either way, I really wanted to be able to put something out, so here we are!

Warnings: Sickness, technically main character death (??), mention of medicine.

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ʙʀᴏᴏᴋʟʏɴ, 1930ꜱ

“For fuck’s sake, Steve. You’re sick. Now sit your ass down.” Bucky sighed, rubbing his hand over his face. The three of you, you, Bucky, and Steve, had been a trio since practically birth. You’d helped each other through a lot. Bucky always had his sights set on some beautiful lady, and your sights were set on Steve. You know, if he’d notice it.

“‘M not sick.” Steve slurred out, and you resisted the urge to laugh. His fever was high, and the pain medication only amplified the effects.

“Steve, you’re burning up and shivering at the same time. Just..at least sit on the couch.” You attempted to bargain with him. “Please? For me?”

“Fine.” He grumbled, plopping down on the couch. You glanced at Bucky, who was looking at you. Bucky shrugged slightly, not sure what to do.

“Thanks. Buck’s gonna go get you some soup, okay?” You sat down next to your smaller friend as Bucky walked a few steps away to the kitchen.

“M’kay.” Steve yawned.

“Are you feeling better? At least, compared to earlier?”

He nodded, still a bit loopy. Bucky came back with a bowl of soup, setting it down on the coffee table. “Eat up, punk.”

After he finished eating, you walked him to his bed, hoping that he wouldn't resist. And he didn’t, opting to quietly lay down. You sat on the edge of the bed, staring into his beautiful blue eyes.

“Stay?” He asked quietly, his small and ice-cold fingers finding their way to yours.

“Course I will, Steve.” Rubbing circles into the back of his hand with your thumbs, you let out a sigh. “I always will.”

He smiled at that. “I like you a lot, Y/n.”

“I like you too. A lot.”

He drifted off to sleep, his hand tucked in yours.

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ɴᴇᴡ ʏᴏʀᴋ ᴄɪᴛʏ, 2016

Steve’s eyes drifted away from his notebook at the faint sound of sneezing. A younger couple, maybe in their early twenties, walked hand-in-hand down the street. A woman and a man, the man significantly smaller than the woman. Steve noticed the way he looked at her, eyes filled with love and admiration. Her eyes were bright and excited, and she looked at him every so often as she talked about something.

They were both dressed in their cold weather clothing, scarves and gloves and hats and jackets. Steve smiled softly, imagining you like that.

The man coughed, more of a wheezing, painful sound. Steve winced. He didn’t have to imagine himself like that. He could remember it clearly, the struggle to breathe, his throat feeling like it had been clawed by a raccoon.

He missed you. He misses you every day. He was lucky to have Bucky back, and he was grateful. But that didn’t stop him from wanting you. Your kind smile, your gentle gaze. The way you made him feel less…less.

But you weren’t coming back. He was sure of it. Hell, he’d found your gravestone. You’d died unmarried, with no children. You’d become a nurse at a children’s hospital, which he'd found out from Natasha searching for information about you online.

Steve felt a pang of sorrow as he watched the couple walk farther down the street. With them, it felt like his past and everything he knew was walking away too. He wished he’d had more time to spend with you, to tell you how he’d really felt about you back then. He yearned for you, to be able to take back all of those times where he could’ve kissed you, yet didn’t. Before he knew it, he’d run out of time to spend with you. He couldn’t replace you. Not with Sharon, or Natasha, or Sam, or even Peggy. In a world full of people, people who idolized and adored him, people who dedicated their lives to collecting his trading cards, he still felt alone.

He truly was a man out of time.

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missvelvetsstuff · 9 months

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The Wrong One

Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Reader meets Steve while he's on the run and sticks by him. Until he sees Peggy Carter again.

7. The Calm

Warnings: swearing, angst, dirty thoughts

"I want her contact information yesterday"

Steve's attempt to yell gave him a coughing fit, Sam gave him some water and rubbed his back until the coughing calmed.

Once he was sure Steve was alright, Sam shook his head "No Steve, I can't give you her info. She doesn't want to talk to you."

Steve looked at him sadly "But it's my kid, Sam. Even after what happened I still deserve-"

"By what happened you mean how you left her for Peggy? What about what Y/N deserves? Did she deserve to be left like that? Without even a warning? You know I'm not good with what you did."

Sam got up to leave "I shouldn't have told you. You already had your happily ever after, at her expense. Just forget about her and enjoy your retirement."

"Fine Sam, just go. I'll get it out of Bucky." Steve called out weakly.

Sam swore and called Bucky as soon as he got in his car but got his voicemail and left a brief message.

Y/N was trying to build the crib she had bought, and wasn't doing great at it, when she heard a knock at her door. Her stomach dropped, like it did every time she heard someone at the door since she saw Bucky.

She wasn't thrilled to see Bucky now but was relieved it wasn't Steve. "What do you want Bucky? I'm busy."

"Hi Doll. I wanted to see how you were doing."

She scoffed "Obviously I'm fine so you can leave now."

Bucky shook his head "I'm so sorry. I had to come warn you. I didn't mean to but I messed up and told Sam that I saw you. I told him to keep Steve out of it but you know how he is."

Her eyes grew wide "You did what?!" She screeched and slapped him "What the Hell is wrong with you? I can't deal with him."

Her chest tightened and felt like she couldn't get enough air and she started hyperventilating "P p please Bucky. She's mine!"

Bucky caught her as her knees buckled, smoothly sitting on the couch and pulling her into his lap "Hey, hey it's ok doll. I've got you. I'll help, however you need me. I'm here. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry" he whispered into her hair and rubbed her back gently until her breathing calmed.

Y/N tried to get up but between Bucky's hug and her own growing body, could barely move. She tugged on his jacket "You can let go, I'm alright."

Bucky reluctantly eased his grip "Please just let me know what I can do. I'll help you move away or whatever you need."

She shook her head "I can't leave, I'm carrying a super soldier baby and need a doctor with experience with enhanceds. Besides, the only friend I have left is Pepper."

She glared at him "I wish I could say I can't believe you told Sam or that Sam would tell Steve but I can't. I'm pretty sure the three of you share a brain."

She thought for a moment and sighed "Are you any good at putting things together? I've been fighting with that damn crib since yesterday."

Bucky grinned "I'm pretty handy, lead the way."

"Don't get cocky, I'm still pissed at you and if Steve does show up you get to fight him off for me."

Bucky smirked "I guess that means I'm staying here for now."

She stopped and he almost bumped into her "I don't think so, Barnes. I don't need you lurking around my home. Pepper and Happy made sure I have the best security money can buy, I'd be pretty impressed if Steve or even you, could get past it."

"How am I supposed to keep Steve away from you if I'm not with you? You know I-" he stopped when her phone rang.

She pulled her phone out of her pocket and looked at the screen 'Sammy'. She shook her head "Oh look, it's Curly. $20 says he told Moe."

She took a deep breath and answered "Hey Sammy, what's up?"

"Hey Y/N, is the cyborg there? He's not answering his phone."

She snickered "Of course Larry is here, Curly. I take it you told Moe? You three are worse than teenagers.

What do you need, Sam?"

Sam sighed "I screwed up, I'm sorry. I think Steve deserved to know but I refuse to give him your contact info."

Y/N scoffed "Yeah, how did you get my contact info? You guys really suck at respecting boundaries, you know? And I'm full up on whatever the great Steve Rogers deserves. I appreciate you not giving him my info but you aren't the only spy he knows. He will find a way."

"I know, I was trying to do the right thing. Still am."

"Right by who, Sam? You know, it doesn't matter. It's done now. I just need to figure things out."

She hung up the phone while Sam was still talking and went to check on Bucky and the crib. She scoffed when she saw he was almost done and it actually looked like the picture.

Bucky looked up at her and grinned before tightening the last screws "How's it look?"

She sighed "Like the picture, asshole. Don't forget to clean up your mess here."

He laughed "That mess was already here when I got here but I'll take care of it anyways."

Y/N left the room grumbling under her breath. "Mister fuckin smart ass super soldier fixes shit I spent all morning on Telling his asshole friends my business and thinks we're all good now."

"To be fair I'm not the one who told Steve and I-"

"Are you sure that's the hill you want to die on? Your actions led to him finding out and that's more stress on this already very high risk pregnancy, so don't fucking nit pick on me."

Bucky put his hands up in surrender "Ok, ok, ok. You're right. I'm sorry, I fucked up. What else can I help you with?"

She lowered herself into a cushioned rocking chair and stretched her legs out. "Well" she thought for a moment, making Bucky nervous "Why don't you bring my foot stool over so I can put my feet up. I'll order lunch. Pepperoni pizza ok? Good."

Bucky found her foot rest, brought it over and gently set her feet up on it, noticing that they were pretty swollen. He sat on her coffee table, gently picked up one foot and started massaging it.

It tickled at first and she tried not to giggle but then he hit the aching arch of her foot and she couldn't hold back a moan, jerking her foot back when she realized.

Bucky smirked and gently pulled the foot back into his lap "It's ok doll, I won't judge. You have any lotion?"

She pointed at the coffee table behind him, he grabbed the lotion, put some on his hand, warmed it up and got back to work.

He didn't mention how touching her skin, feeling her warmth and hearing that moan made him twitch, figuring she wouldn't appreciate it.

After a few minutes, he took her other foot and she looked at him curiously "I'll probably regret asking but where did you learn foot massage? Some kind of Hydra torture method?"

Bucky laughed out loud, throwing his head back and her core clenched at the sound. She noticed how he scrunched up his nose and wanted to touch his face. Or his-. She stopped that train of thought, convincing herself it was just pregnancy hormone induced desire, any man could cause it.

When his laugh calmed she looked away and he cleared his throat "When I was a kid around 10, and my mom was pregnant with my sister Rebecca, she had to work at a drug store after my dad died. Being on her feet all day while pregnant was rough, especially in the later months. I would have dinner ready when she came home and after we ate she would read to me while I rubbed her feet." He choked up a little "She said that our evenings together and those footrubs helped her keep going when things got bad. After Becca was born we kept the routine. She loved reading."

Y/N looked at him sadly and tried to lean forward to wipe a tear off of his face but couldn't reach past her belly and started laughing at herself. A little hysterical. Laughing at him, herself, Sam. She tried to breathe and calm down but it only got worse.

Bucky was beaming, her laugh was beautiful and he promised himself he would do everything he could to make her laugh every day.

He couldn't help but laugh too until he saw her glaring at him again and stopped. "What?"

"What the Hell Barnes? You laughing because the fat pregnant lady can't reach you? That's fucked up."

Buckys face paled and he panicked, they were doing so well. His heart raced "Nn no nonono, doll I wasn't laughing at you, I was- I mean I'm sor-" he looked down.

She poked his leg with her toe and when he looked up her smile was blinding "Gotcha!" and laughed out loud.

Bucky grinned "That's not playing fair, honey. I can't get back at a pregnant woman."

Y/N shook her head "Nope. Don't you even pull that 'fair' crap on me. You owe me big time Barnes and I'll joke on you whenever the mood strikes."

He nodded "Fair enough. I'll be your metaphorical punching bag for now."

She laughed and gently punched his right arm "Who said it would be metaphorical?"

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Over the next few weeks Bucky spent more time at Y/N's brownstone in Queens than his own apartment. He had put together all the baby furniture, painted and helped her organize the babys room, ran all her errands except doctors appointments that he took her to, cleaned and cooked plus rubbing her feet and lower back every night.

Sam came over a couple of times and brought offerings for the baby plus flowers and chocolate for Y/N.

It was a fragile sort of peace that all three of them knew couldn't last. Something was bubbling up and when it boiled over things were going to get messy.

Bucky still hadn't spoken to Steve and didn't really want to. Steve called him a couple of times but Bucky never picked it up or responded to any messages.

Steve started off refusing Sam's calls, then blocked him and when Sam stopped by, Steve's live in nurse always insisted he wasn't feeling well.

Y/N tried not to think about it too much, the pregnancy itself was stressful enough. She had to get check ups every week to be sure and catch any problems early. Judging by her size, weight gain and ultrasound pics Helen Cho figured the baby was over 7lbs already, lungs fully developed, and Y/N was only technically 6 months along. If the baby went over 9lbs they would deliver her by c-section.

She also tried not to think about how handsome Bucky was or how helpful and 'fatherly' he was being. Or how long it had been since she had sex. Or wondering if the serum had enhanced him like it had Steve. If she let herself think about it she would daydream about begging him to ruin her, about going for hours until she begged him to let her rest. She failed to not think about him fucking her into her bed and had too many dreams where he did just that but she always woke up before she finished.

They went for walks through the park to make sure she got her exercise, holding hands and receiving all the compliments on her glow, congrats on the baby, etc.

She was fine until someone commented on what a handsome couple they made and she felt the butterflies moving again, shaking her head.

Bucky just squeezed her hand and thanked them for the compliment.

They were so caught up in each other, without realizing it, that they didn't notice the person following them, taking pictures.

They definitely didn't notice the scowl on that persons face or the growl when he saw they were holding hands and how they looked at each other.

They didn't hear much over the sounds of kids playing outside. Like a bottle hitting a wall and breaking across the street as they went back into her home.

Chapter 8

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More head canons of Singer!Reader x Yandere Steve Rogers! (+Peggy Carter)

TW: Mention of murder and death, technically kidnapping, yandere behavior, obsessive love, manipulation if you squint your eyes, getting blipped from existence

-Where Steve Rogers would do anything to make you happy and smile to brighten up your day! You’re craving something sweet, sour, spicy? It’s on the table for you, hot and free.

-But he always expects something in return for getting you something as simple as a hug or just a kiss on the cheek, forehead, or the lips.

-Would definitely makes you both a matching bracelet since you used to make them all the time when you were younger

-If you were to ever get hurt like the simplest paper cut, burnt mark, or even hit anybody part on something Steve’s gonna treat it like someone had just stabbed you or something. Even if you keep telling him you're okay, get ready to be on the couch doing absolutely nothing with blankets, pillows, some food on your lap, your favorite movie on, and Steve right by your side cuddling you. Asking if you're comfortable every 10 minutes to make yourself uncomfortable or need the bathroom.

-You being sick would be a whole different story. It’s a sore throat? You can’t talk or sing at all until you're better! It’s a slight cold? You need medicine, blankets, and soup. Do you need the bathroom? Don’t worry he’ll carry you there and back! You're worried about him getting sick as well? He’ll go through the same pain as you so you're not alone through all this.

-When it comes to meeting your family for the first time, Steve is getting ready 3 hours earlier making sure to practice his lines and have a great first impression on your parents. He doesn’t wanna risk them saying that he can’t date you. Not like he’ll listen either way You tell him that he doesn’t need to do all that, oh yes he does he needs your father’s approval on you getting married. He’ll bring your moms favorite flowers to impress both of them. You have siblings? Don’t worry he knows how to get kids to think he’s amazing! You have a sibling that’s a teenager and doesn’t liken him? It’s alright, he just needs to find out what they like and don’t like.

-The first time that he had heard about your ex’s he was a bit angry on why they’d treat you like the way they did. Oh you never talked about your ex’s to him? You must’ve let it slip out when drinking on movie night one time.

-Onto the mention of movie night. Every Friday night he’d come home and spend time with you, eating some dinner with you before heading over to the couch to watch some movies, not like you had much of a choice if you wanted to or not. Though you’d have to explain some movies to him sometimes since he still didn’t understand much about what had happened after he got iced for 70 years after all.

-He killed your ex one night when you sleeping, tired for cleaning all day and totally not the drugged drink

-What do you mean one of your ex-boyfriend’s bodies is on the news? He shouldn’t have stayed out so late, after all there are a lot of killers out there killing innocent people.

-You wanna outside? Why? You have everything you would ever want and need here with him

-He’s a trained super soldier so of course you knew that fighting against him wasn’t gonna do much for you. Did you still try too? Yeah.

Infinity War

-When it comes to the end of Infinity War Steve didn’t hesitate to go straight home to you to make sure you were alive and that you didn’t dust like the rest of half the population

-You were home just watching a movie when you felt something weird happen to your body. Your cat that Steve had gotten you for your birthday by your side. Lifting one hand up to pet for it to go through confused to see your cat - who was named Mittens - let out a meow. You were freaked out by that bowl of popcorn falling onto the ground as you tried picking Mittens up for her to completely vanish. Tears pouring down your fast as you panic on where your cat had gone, looking down at your hand to see it turning to dust just like your cat had done a minute ago. The tears falling on your lap as you dust away into the living room to where your cat had gone

-Steve slammed the door open looking around the room yelling your name. He felt panicked, he had lost Bucky to the snap and he couldn’t just lose you either just like that. When searching the whole house to not only find you but also Mittens, going to the living room to see the bowl of popcorn dumped onto the ground left there untouched.

-When you were dusted into the soul stone the only thing you saw was orange everything. An orange ground, orange sky, and orange everything. But one thing that wasn’t orange was yourself, looking around confused on what was going on

-Venturing through the giant open space, your pajamas still on since you didn’t really wanna change out of warm comfortable clothes, soon running into what seemed to be Mittens who was running over to you

-It'd be an understatement if you were told that you didn’t miss your cat Mittens, it felt like the only thing that made everything alright was your cat.

Endgame

-For the last 5 years that you were blipped he’d be going through a terrible time not only did he lose Bucky but he lost you. And when it was you it felt like he couldn’t at least save the person he so dearly loves more than anyone. Besides Peggy Carter of course.

-So when Tony had finally invented time travel so they could defeat Thanos and bring back half thr population that was dusted. Steve was over the moon happy that they were one step away from being everyone back. Bringing you back.

-Once the second they won the war and were back on Earth Steve didn’t hesitate to take off running back home where the two of you live. He made sure the house and everything in it was kept the same.

-One moment you were with Mittens the next you were both dusting away once again, holding tightly onto your cat not knowing what could happen to either of you after all this. The next you were back at your house, the bowl of popcorn gone but Mittens in your arms once again. As if everything was the simplest dream.

-When Steve came through the front door a bit different than equals you were taken back by how changed he was.

-Never have you hugged tightly or for a whole day. You sat on the couch the entire time, and when you had to go to the bathroom he’d wait outside immediately hugging you once again, also asking if you were okay. When you were hungry both of you were in the kitchen, Steve hugging you from behind not once leaving your side.

-Now when it came to Peggy, Steve would either choose Peggy to come along with him or he’d bring you back into the past but it mostly always ended with Steve bringing Peggy to the future.

-Peggy would be taken back at first and a bit heart broken but understanding. She’d also grow to love you as well just as much Steve loves you. Maybe even more than Steve a bit.

-Back to Steve, he’d make sure that you always came first - which Peggy agreed on - he lost you once for 5 whole years and he wasn’t willing to lose you again. So maybe say goodbye to ever stepping foot outside, not like you ever did before you vanished.

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eekshade · 5 months

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Death II

Bucky Barnes x m!reader / Steve Rogers and m!reader (platonic)

Word Count: 3419

Warnings/Info: bucky briefly mentioned but isn’t in this, Steve and y/n best buds, not proof read, kind of boring because it's just a play by play of the end of the first avenger, y/n is content with his own death, guns/shooting, Peggy <3, discontinued

Part One

Y/n’s transfer was approved merely a day after he sent it in, just one of the perks of being friends with Captain America. When y/n and Steve saw each other for the first time there was an unnamed tension between the two, they of course both loved the other but never really hung out without Bucky. Steve introduced y/n the rest of the team, he truly didn’t want to deal with pleasantries at the moment and they seemed to get the hint. The team briefly knew y/n and Bucky’s relationship, (leaving a few key details out) so they chalked his standoffish behavior as grief, which it was for the most part.

The final Hydra base came quickly, the plan was making y/n nervous as he and the Howling Commandos, excluding Steve, sat on top of a ledge looking down into the Hydra Headquarters’ main window. He anxiously chewed his lip and he awaited his cue, Dugan looked at y/n and put a warm hand on his shoulder, “He’ll be fine, he knows what he’s doing.” He attempted to reassure. “I know he does.” Y/n bites back, Dugan’s eyes go wide with a shocked smile, “Sorry, I’m just - I’ll be better on the ground.” Dugan’s smile warms and he laughs, letting go of his shoulder, walking closer to the edge.

“Ready boys?” Dugan calls out.

In unison they all get up and get into stance to shoot out the zip line hooks. “On three! One, two, three!” The hooks all fire out, with a metallic zing. They all quickly tie off their lines to the poles dug deeply into the ground, despite seeing them go into mountain y/n can’t help but feel nervous as he puts his handle across the line, taking a deep breath and running off the edge, the friction producing a sound that reminded y/n of watching Bucky work on the docks - pulling ropes off the side of the small ships.

“Fucking Christ!” Y/n hears someone yelp out.

He looks to the side, trying his best to hide his face into the crook of his own neck. The glass shatters against his body; small shards sticking into his soft flesh, his hands letting go of the zip line on impact, his body rolls across the cold, hard floor. The sound of gunshots rattle his body before his eyes can process the area around him, he looks up and slides his body to a near crate on the floor, he pulls his gun close to his chest and looks around the corner - firing at a Hydra soldier. Y/n stays crouched as he runs to a pillar, he makes eye contact with Steve from across the room, Steve nods his head toward the hallway before running into it, y/n following close behind.

“You okay?” Y/n questions the second he gets close to Steve.

“Yeah, hit me a few times but you’ve probably hit me harder.” Steve smiles at him.

Y/n laughs at Steve as they continue to run after Schmidt.

Schmidt was shooting behind him as he ran, Steve pulling up his shield to cover his face, y/n moved his stride to hide behind Steve. Schmidt smashes a button as he runs by, the door mechanism blinks to life as two metal walls move together from both sides at a steady pace, Steve quickly throws the shield between them, metallic creaking filling the hallway as the door continues to try and close. The two men attempt to run to the door but are cut off by a man with a double barrel flamethrower, they frantically step back hiding in another doorway at the other end of the hall. Fear washes over y/n as he tries to shoot the soldier - the flames disrupting his view.

Gunshots ring out, the echoes making hard to know where they came from, until the Hydra soldier drops. Steve and y/n move forward to the body planted in front of a crossroads in the hall, as they reach it Peggy and Colonel Phillips almost run into them.

“You’re late.” Steve says looking like a lovesick puppy, you wave softly at her.

Y/n was about to tell Steve to keep it moving but Peggy beat him to it, “Weren’t you about to-?”

“Right.” Steve turns and keeps running, y/n quickly following suit.

Y/n ducks under the shield first before Steve pulls it out of the door, causing it to snap shut. Y/n glances around, taking in the large room, the shooting and screams has now become as normal as the sound of his own breathing. Both men look for Schmidt’s running form, while neither find him; they both see the only moving aircraft slowly starting to descend farther down the runway.

The men both wordlessly take off running in the direction of the aircraft, shooting and shoving through the people in your way, at some point Steve grabbed y/n’s arm pulling him along. The two keep running, adrenaline pumping through y/n’s veins, the only thing he can hear is his own heartbeat pounding in his ears rhythmically. In the distance Steve sees a chain dangling from the ceiling a few feet from a crate, he slows a bit pulling y/n in front of him as softly as possible, picking him up and placing him on his side like a young child. He runs at his full speed at the crate using it to propel himself (and y/n) toward the chain, y/n leaps out of his arms - landing on the chain just above Steve. It aggressively swings back and forth, y/n jumps first, landing a few dozen feet ahead, Steve following behind.

The aircraft is so close but accelerating far too quickly for y/n, and too quickly for Steve. They slow to a stop as it speeds away, before all hope can be lost a car halts next to them, “Get in!” The Colonel yells over all the noise, neither of you need to be told twice as you hop in. Colonel Phillips floors it; once you start to get close to the aircraft the propellers hit the back of the car, the screeching of metal sounds imitates a monster lurking in the shadows of cold caverns in the deep ocean. You shakily climb onto the hood of the car, Steve doing the same much more confidently.

“Keep it steady!” Steve calls out.

“Yeah, that, please.” Y/n nervously laughs.

“Wait.” Peggy firmly states, Steve turns around to look at her, concern apparent in his eyes which quickly melts away when she kisses him.

“Hey…I don’t mean to rush this but-“ Y/n interjects.

“Yeah, right. Go get him.” She smiles at Steve, then at y/n (which shocks him slightly).

Steve looks at the Colonel in one final glance, “I’m not kissin ya.”

Y/n and Steve line themselves up on the end of the hood, knees bent tightly, the car now as close as it can get to the wheels, swerving harshly to throw the men forward. Y/n’s knuckles turn white as the wheel starts to move up into the ship. Steve watches y/n closely, fear racking him slightly as the height increases.

The wheels lock in place with a final clicking noise, the men climb off of them and through the bars onto the catwalk. Their eyes are met with bombs lined up on exit hatches, as well as a few small one man planes, they walk up to one of the bombs with neat painted letters in print, New York. “Well it's awfully nice of them to let us know the plan.” Y/n jokes to try and lighten the mood but it falls on deaf ears.

Steve is only pulled out of his trance when a fair sized group of Hydra soldiers stormed through the doors onto the catwalk. Y/n and Steve both immediately jump into action, both noticing that they’re trying to get into the planes. Y/n pulls a soldier out of the pilot seat harshly, throwing him onto the floor and shooting him in one fluid motion. Y/n finishes off the few Hydra soldiers on his side, he turns around and sees Steve no longer there, fear courses through his veins as he runs to an open exit hatch. Looking down he sees Steve standing on top of the small plane pulling open the door and dragging the pilot out into the open air. He gets in and starts to fly around the ship; y/n losing sight of Steve.

Seeing as Steve’s shield is on the ground, y/n assumed he should wait for Steve to return. While waiting y/n takes a dead Hydra soldier’s gun and shoots the wall seeing the blue light explode onto it. He hears a crash behind him and Steve climbs in from the plane and aggressively grabs the shield off the floor, “Getting trigger happy?” He laughs, “Fuck Hydra in all, but they got sick guns.” Y/n says waving it around, “Alright calm down, and don’t shoot me.”

Y/n leans around Steve to look at his parking job, “Jesus man - you ever fly before?”

“As the pilot? God no.” Steve laughs moving to quickly walk further into the aircraft.

The two eventually find the control center, Schmidt nowhere to be seen. Y/n glances around before feeling a hard grip on his bicep yanking him behind Steve, the shield blocking the familiar blue gunshots.

“You don’t give up do you?” Schmidt yells out at Steve, his accent getting heavier throughout the sentence.

“Nope.” Steve states matter of factly, before throwing his shield at the red man, Steve aggressively rushes him.

Seeing as Steve has Schmidt under control y/n goes to the controls, frantically looking for a way to turn the ship around. He quickly finds a, what he thinks was a button, broken off labeled autopilot. The familiar hopeless feeling drapes itself over y/n, clouding all of his senses like a heavy wool blanket. Y/n gets knocked out of his thoughts when Schmidt smashes into the controls, forcing the steering controls down, throwing the three of you up into the ceiling.

“You could have the power of the gods! Yet you wear a flag on your chest and think you fight a battle of nations!” Schmidt yells out at Steve, “I have seen the future, Captain! There are no flags!” His voice gets louder and more intense the more he yells.

“Not my future.” Steve throws the shield at the mysterious machine in the middle of the room.

It sparked and the blue light aggressively flickered, making a whirring sound. A bright blue cube fell out of its container, it burned so bright it felt as though it could burn one's eye, it felt like it could blind the vision of the eye in just one glance. Despite this y/n couldn’t look away.

“What have you done?” Schmidt exclaims, venom dripping from his voice.

Schmidt picks up the cube off the floor with haste, the sky starts to open up, all three men look up at it, a bright, star filled, galaxy looks back at them - it seemed to wink back at them as it started to rapidly consume Schmidt. His screams filled the air, y/n wanted so bad to look away but he just couldn’t.

The second Schmidt was fully gone the sky closed back up, it all happened so fast if it weren’t for Steve’s shocked expression y/n would’ve thought he imagined it. The cube falls back onto the floor with a hard thud, it sits for a second before melting through the metal and falling into the open air. Steve shutters slightly, and walks up to y/n, who is still standing by the control panel, eyeing it with concern and confusion.

“I can’t- I don’t-“ Y/n stutters,”It won’t stop, it's stuck on auto pilot.”

Wordlessly he gently pushes by y/n to get a closer look, he sees the same thing y/n did, Steve looks strange as he sits down and picks up the radio.

“This is Captain Rodgers, do you read me?”

A man starts to say something on the other side but is cut off by Peggy, “Steve is that you? Are you two alright?”

“Peggy, Schmidt’s dead!” Steve calls out.

“What about the plane?”

“That’s a little tougher to explain.” As Steve says that, he has a certain look in his eye, y/n now starting to understand the new plan, sinks down to the floor next to the chair - back against the side of the chair.

“Give me your coordinates and I’ll find you a safe landing site.” She pleads.

“There’s not gonna be a safe landing.” He says solemnly.

Their conversation starts to blur together as y/n gets lost in his own thoughts, a sense of calm replacing his fear, there is nothing y/n can do. He knows this, he’s okay with this. He can’t help but get that guilty feeling again, he’s ready for death, he come to terms with that a long time ago, while he didn’t think it was going to be today, it's fine that it is. He can’t help it, how could he be sad when he knows he’ll see his boy again? The guilt pinches at him again when he remembers who he’s sitting next to, how can he be happy to see his lover again when Steve is being ripped away from his own? He hears his name, successfully gaining his attention.

“Y/n?” Peggy asks.

“I’m sorry what?” He smiles at the radio, he knows she can’t see him but it felt right.

“Are you okay with this? It’s not just Steve’s life.” She states firmly, it's sort of comforting.

Steve looks at y/n, fear in his eyes, it hits y/n that he’s never seen Steve scared before. He’s seen Steve depressed, angry, concerned, hopeless, but never scared. Without thinking y/n grabbed one of Steve’s hands, off the controls, into his own.

“…Well I mean you know the saying, the few for the many, or whatever.” He attempted to joke, hoping to lighten the mood.

Steve uses his free hand to put his locket of Peggy on the small ledge on one of the controls. Y/n temporarily lets go of Steve’s hand in order to stand up, Steve puts his hands on the console before looking up into y/n’s eyes, y/n smiles sadly and puts his hands on top of Steve’s, pushing down together. The aircraft took an immediate dive.

“Peggy.” He pauses, “I’m gonna need a rain check on the dance.”

“All right,” her voice quivers, “A week, next Saturday at the Stork Club.”

“You got it.” A tear falls out of his eye.

“Eight O'clock on the dot, don’t you dare be late. Understood?”

“You know I still don’t know how to dance.” He laughs, y/n smiles at him.

“I’ll show you how, just be there.”

“We’ll have the band play something slow,” Steve started, y/n felt like he shouldn’t be listening to this.

“I’d hate to step on your feet.”

“…” Something barely comes through but it’s intelligible, static taking over the whole system.

“Peg?” Steve sniffles, before looking at y/n for what he thinks is the last time.

…

Y/n’s eyes slowly blink open, squinting to adjust to the bright fluorescent lights, his nose filled with the strong smells of disinfectant and a cheap lavender candle. He groans pushing himself up to rest on his elbows, digging into the stiff bed, further taking in his surroundings, he sees Steve laying on another bed across the room - eyes also opening. He yawns, a soft pop in his ear, now hearing more clearly he notices a radio on Steve’s side of the room, it was some sort of sport (baseball most likely, based on his tone) announcer excitedly describing the game.

“You alright?” Steve asks, voice raspy.

“Yeah, I think so?” Y/n sounds unsure, throwing his legs over the side of the bed., “You?”

“I’m fine.” Steve replies half heartedly, staring down the radio.

A few beats of silence pass before y/n starts to talk again, “How-?”

He stops talking when a short pale woman opens the door and slowly makes her way in, she looks…off slightly. “Good morning,” she checks her watch, “or should I say afternoon.” She laughs softly at her own words.

“Where are we?” Steve asks with an accusatory tone.

“You’re in a recovery room in New York City.” Her eyes darted between the two men.

Steve looks at the radio once more, “Where are we really?” He says more harshly this time, almost threatening.

“I’m afraid I don’t understand the question.” She smiles nervously, eyes now trained on Steve. Y/n looks over the room again, something is wrong about it but he just can’t put his finger on it.

“The game,” he gestures to the radio, “It’s from May 1941. I know because I was there.”

“Now I’m going to ask again, where are we?” He steps closer to her, y/n takes notice of a small orange light in her closed fist.

“Captain Rogers…” She steps back, looking at y/n almost as if she wanted him to help her.

“Who are you?” He states firmly, his captain tone coming out.

“Steve - her hand!” Y/n yelps once he gains an idea of its possible function, Steve looks at it, but before he can take it a few men dressed up in military gear storm the room.

Y/n quickly stands up, watching Steve take care of the men like it was his day job (which it kind of was). Steve throws one of them through the wall on the left side of the door, creating a void for them to move through. Y/n and Steve move in the direction of their exit with no hesitation, they enter a barren looking warehouse, only the fake recovery room in the middle of it. Steve grabs y/n’s hand to pull him faster, a sensation y/n has gotten so very used to.

“Captain Rogers! Y/t y/l! Wait!”

They exit the warehouse and enter a lobby of what feels like a dystopian sci-fi book, they slow down for a split second to look around at this new strange environment. A loud announcement echoes throughout the building, “All agents! Code thirteen!” Dozens of men turn to them, almost robotically, start running at them. They take off in a full fledged sprint (at least y/n does, Steve slows a bit so as to not rip y/n’s arm off) , out of the building.

The road they end up on is scarier than the building, bright billboards line the streets, except they move around, lights flashing. Cars honked at them paired with swearing and screaming, the cars themselves in all kinds of different shapes and sizes, one specific car swerving in front of them, effectively blocking them from moving farther down the street. A rather bald, dark man steps out of the vehicle, a black eye patch wrapped around his head, he slowly steps toward the two men - hands out like you would a dog who one isn’t sure is safe.

“At ease soldiers!” He calls out, y/n and Steve looking at each other to silently communicate what they were going to do; they decide to hear him out. “Look I’m sorry about that little show back there, but we thought it best to break it to you slowly.”

“Break what?” The men say in unison.

“You’ve both been asleep,” he pauses to look them both up and down, “ for almost seventy years.”

Both y/n’s and Steve’s minds stop working. Y/n feels his heart race out of his chest, he looks at Steve whose eyes are jumping from place to place around the street, “You two gonna be okay?” The mysterious man asks softly, real concern present.

“Yeah.” “No.” Steve and y/n say at the same time, they all look to y/n who sighs loudly, “I will be though…I guess.” He mumbles the last part but Steve still hears him and he laughs quietly at his friend.

The man smiles, “How about we take a ride?” He offers, y/n and Steve accept cautiously.

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#marvel x male reader #male reader #steve rogers x male reader #bucky barnes x male reader #bucky x male reader #mlm fanfic

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godlesslostsoul · 5 months

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Character arcs are everything when it comes to good media. You fall in love with a character or a story because of that well rounded arc, and when it has meaning, even better. Not to go back to Marvel but I'm going back to Marvel. Overall, the MCU has examples of good and bad character arcs.

A couple examples of good: Carol Danvers, Peter Parker, Nebula, Loki, etc. If you look at these characters and their motivations from the beginning to the end, not only does it feel like there's growth, it also feels REAL and makes sense for their character and the story being told.

Now a couple of characters that didn't have the best arc and I can think of at this moment were Wanda and Steve but in SPECIFIC movies. Overall, they're good characters. But Steve in Endgame felt out of touch and Wanda in MoM didn't make sense. I do not understand why Steve would stay behind to be with Peggy. He had a life in the present time and to go back to be with Peggy doesn't make sense ESPECIALLY since he can't do anything to change the past. That's super isolating in hindsight. I do like the theory of how Stan Lee was supposed to be old Steve, but that's not confirmed and doesn't make up for this weird plot point. Then with Wanda, there's a very easy answer to why it felt off. Wandavision was apparently not finished by the time MoM started and the directors/producers had not seen Wandavision yet. So, that obvious disconnect makes sense but I feel like it could have been avoided if Marvel waited and had better inter-department/project communication.

#godless is being a nerd leave me alone #adhd #hyperfixation #marvel #mcu #character analysis #carol danvers #peter parker #nebula #loki #loki season 2 #steve rogers #avengers endgame #wanda maximoff #wandavision #doctor strange multiverse of madness #I will forever look for the little details

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rogers-the-musical · 8 months

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I’ll never understand how people can think Steve putting down the Shield and going back is slandering his character.

All he’s wanted, besides to fight, is to go home, to have Peggy, to have his date. Yeah, they’re not sweethearts yet when he leaves. But the relationship he has — my goodness, it’s so unique and special. Their bond over being “less than”. The way Steve looks up to Peggy, tries to do right by her; and the way Peggy sees Steve’s goodness and steers him in the right direction to express that is amazing.

Steve and Peggy are both incredibly good people - but for Peggy, sometimes she needs the the inspiration and hope that someone like Steve gives her, as someone who’s seen so much bitterness in the world. And Steve, who is so good through and through, doesn’t always know where to put is good heart-how to express that with his actions, what the right thing to do would be.

Steve fought the biggest battle he could. He helped people. He suffered. And one thing the snap did teach him, was that both he and Natasha needed to “get a life.” Not because Avenging is bad, but because it’s a job. As Tony would say, it’s not the end goal.

There will always be another fight. Steve knows that. I know that. We all know that. But Steve recognizes that sometimes self-care, and retirement, are okay. He was depressed. He was weary. He was oh, so tired. He’d just fought the battle of a lifetime - perhaps the biggest battle in the world - and he left the world in good hands, with people he knew would take care of it. As for Bucky, I think we get enough characterization to understand that he is on his own path. We know they talked beforehand, and we know Steve wouldn’t have left someone who desperately still needed or wanted him. They would always be best friends. But for the growth of them both, it was time to part.

The rest of this mess really depends on what theory you take. For me, I’m more inclined to go with the same-timeline theory, because it makes more sense, and I like the idea of him being Peggy’s husband the whole time. But then, there are so many questions to bring up - according to the writers, there’s a lot of unknowns about the stones. If none are removed from their timeline, how can Steve create a branch reality? Maybe he tries to change things, helps Peggy with SHIELD - because why wouldn’t he? What if the outcome we get is as good as it is, as @melliabee said once, because of Steve’s involvement? What if it would have been worse?

Or what if time is just far too dangerous to mess with that explicitly? We don’t know what happens when you try to change something without taking out the time stones. Does it just backfire, in some loop where that’s always what happened? Or what if the “once scenario” in which they win against Thanos all depends on staying in that timeline? What if a single change - such as thawing his other self out- assuming he even knows where he is - makes it so that he’s no longer in the future in said branch timeline, and Thanos wins? What if everyone dies?

The writers said that their thoughts are that since there are two Steve’s - one in the ice and one not - he knows that everything will be okay, because he knows where frozen Steve is going and what’s going to happen.

And I think Steve would have recognized the dangerous of trying to change anything massive, and took that as a sign to rest.

And finally, for Peggy-for dear Peggy, who spends years grieving him and even longer moving on - can still love him while living her life. She can still miss him and change, but I don’t think either of them changed in any ways at their cores. They are still enough of the same people, that it would make sense to see a Steve come back ten years later to the best and most influential person of his life, and for things to still work out. And Peggy - having moved on, having started a whole life without him - could see the chance she has been given, understand she is getting a choice she might not have gotten, and decide that yes, she still loves him; and yes, she still wants him, so why not continue her work and allow him to continue to inspire her, perhaps in more ways than just his memory did?

I don’t understand the issue here. People saying Steve took away Peggy’s life are in the same way saying that he shouldn’t go back and try to rescue Bucky (which, in another branch, assuming it was safe to do so, he would have); because Bucky faces a lot of growth in the future. Why take that away from him, just as he would be taking Peggy’s growth away from her?

At the end of the day, Peggy moves on. But still, she loves him. Getting him back doesn’t take away that pain or growth, just gives her another chance at this choice in life-the choice to receive him back; the choice to get to know him, as the person she has become and as the person he has become, while still understand they’re the same at their cores; it’s the choice both she and Steve have always so desperately wanted.

So, then, I don’t think we can really complain too much.

Is it a good ending? Yes. A slandering one? Not so much. Every soldier has to return home sometime, and at the end of the day that is what Steve is - not even just a soldier, but just a good man moving on with his life.

#Avengers Endgame #Steve Rogers #Peggy Carter #Steggy #sorry for the length I just got off on it lol

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The Forgotten Child part 1

Summary: Steve goes on a mission to find a weapon at a Hydra lab and instead discovers a boy with strange powers. The child is found malnourished and badly abused. Steve decides then to take the child home and give him a loving home. Yet things take a turn when they discover other plans had been made for the child by people who wanted to use him for there own gain.

Trigger warning: mention of abuse and neglect

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It had been a total of 60 years since Steve had went back in time to start a life with Peggy. They got married, had children and now the two of them lived together in the home they raised their kids in. Peggy was in her 80s and certainly was begining to look her age. Although Steve still believes she was still the most beautiful woman he ever laid his eyes on. Steve well he looked the same as before. Still fit and looked in his 20s, although he was far from that in years.

When Peggy and him were raising their kids, Peggy worked at shield and Steve was a stay at home dad to their children. Now Peggy had recently retired and Steve was going on missions for shield. Although only high level agents even knew he was still alive.

On a recent mission he rescued a boy. This boy was being used as a lab rat by Hydra. They had injected him with different chemicals and liquid elements hoping to create a super serum of their own. Most of these chemicals only caused the child pain and horrible side effects.

Steve entered his home holding the boy in his arms. The child clinging onto Steve as if he was a life raft. The child was extremely pale and had scars and bruises all over his body. He was extremely thin. Hel looked like he hadn't eaten a good meal in a long time. He had long blonde hair and blue eyes.

Peggy sat in the living room reading when she saw Steve and the child. She couldn't but gasp at the sight of the child. She immediately got up and rushed to them.

“What happened to him?” Peggy asked.

“Hydra. They were experimenting on him, trying to recreate the super serum.” Steve told her.

“Those heartless bastards.” Peggy exclaimed. “I knew they were bad…but this is a new level. This poor. Does he have any family to go to?”

“The mother died. I tried to save her, but she was killed as we were trying to escape.” Steve told her.

As he said that the boy began to cry silently. Peggy put out her arms and motioned for Steve to pass her the child.

She rocked the child and kissed his head.

“Your alright, dearie.” Peggy assured the child. “Your safe here. We won't let anyone hurt you.”

“The father, isn't around. The kid said he never met him.” Steve continued.

“Anyone else? An aunt or uncle.”

“I checked. There's no one else.” Steve answered. “So don't freak out, hear me out. I was thinking we could take him in and raise him. This poor kid has been through hell and the last thing he needs is more term oil. He needs love, a home and family. We can provide that for him. If we're to go into the foster system, it's likely he will get a family that wont care about him, who won't give him the attention he needs. It's a broken system. He also has abilities, ones that he can't control and I'm sure if he went into foster care, he would just be shuffled from home to home. He doesn't need that he needs stability. I know that you just retired and I know that you were looking forward to spending more time together. Especially now that the kids are out of the house. But I really think we need to help this boy. He really needs us and I think-”

“Steve, would you shut up for a second?” Peggy laughed. “Of course we can take him in. I agree he needs a good home, a good family. We can provide that for him. I don't know how many years I have left. But I know I want to continue to make a difference in people's lives until I die.”

“Your the most amazing woman to ever exist. That's a fact.” He replied.

“Aw Darling, your so sweet.” Peggy answered. “Your a good man, with a big heart. It's wonderful that you want to help him. I will be at your side to do that too.”

Peggy set down the kid onto the couch. Then Steve hugged Peggy and kissed her lips. He felt so thankful to have a wife as kind as her.

She then looked to the child with a smile.

“Hello little love, my name is Peggy Rogers.” Peggy began. “Your new friend Steve is my husband.”

The child just stared at her, nervous and unsure about this new person.

“I just made some chocolate chip cookies would you like to try some?” Peggy continued, putting out her hand to the child.

The child looked to Steve. He smiled at him and nodded.

“You can trust her.” Steve told the child. “I have trusted my life to her many times, she has never failed me once.”

The boy moved forward and then took Peggy's hand. She then lead him to the kitchen.

****

Peggy watched as she sat across from the boy and he scarfed down her cookies. It was strange especially cause she was a horrible cook. No one liked her cookies, expect steve. Whom she’d venture only said he liked them to make her happy.

She looked at the little boy up and down, he looked as if he hadn't eaten in days.

“Did they feed you at Hydra?” Peggy questioned.

“One meal a day, it was a protein bar with water.” The boy answered. “My mom would sometimes try to sneak me more food. But they would hurt her if she got caught. I didn't like seeing mommy hurt.”

“Course not.” Peggy answered with sympathy.

“Did you see what happened to your mother?” Peggy asked.

She hoped the answer would be no. This child didn't need more emotional scars.

“Me, and mommy and Mr. Steve were running out of the building. The bad guys they had guns and they shot at us. A bullet came toward me and mommy blocked it. She got hit instead of me.”

“Sounds like she's a very brave woman.” Peggy said. “I wish I could have met her.”

“She was the best. Me and her played lots of games like ‘I Spy’ and ‘Going on a Picnic’. Oh and she loved to tell me stories about heros like Hercules and Robin Hood. She knew lots of stories just from her head.”

“Wow that's really lovely.”

“Do you know any stories?” the boy asked.

“I don't know many by heart. I do have a bookshelf of stories though, that I can read to you.”

“wow that's a lot.” The child remarked.

“Do you have a name by the way?” Peggy asked.

“They called me 2342 at Hydra.”

This saddened Peggy further.

“Well we will have to change that and think of something proper to call you.” Peggy told him.

“Okay.” He answered simply. “Like what?”

“My husband and I, raised all girls. They were wonderful, strong, beautiful girl who grew into extraordinary women. Anyways Steve always said if we had a boy, he'd want to name it James after his best friend.”

“I like that name.” The boy answered.

He was silent for a moment. He appeared to be thinking.

“Are you and Steve going to me my new mommy and daddy?”

“If you want us to. We're going to take care of you. You don't have to call us mommy and daddy if you don't want to you. You can if you’d like too.”

“....Well I never had a Dad so I would like one. I ldon't know if I want a new mom, I really liked the one I had.”

“That's okay, love. I understand.” She told him. “You do what feels right to you.”

“One last thing, do you know how to take a bath? Cause honestly, my love, you stink.”

“What's a bath?” James asked.

“Your gonna find out.” Peggy answered.

Peggy then took the child to the bathroom and drew him a bath. As she took off his clothes she noticed scars on his back. She didn't want to know how or why. She was sure it was a tragic story. They were long scars as if he had been cut. On his arms were red bumps, which she had assumed were injection scars. She cleaned the child. There was layers and layers dirt on his skin, she had to scrub hard to get any of it off.

*****

Steve had been cooking lunch in the kitchen. It was a simple meal of homemade macaroni and cheese.

He had set the table with the macaroni pot in the center of the table. He also had the radio playing the latest baseball game. He loved the LA dodgers, he used to root for the dodgers when they were in Brooklyn.

Peggy then entered the kitchen holding James’s hand. James was dressed in one of Peggy’s pajama tops. It had pink and blue striped with buttons down the front. He wore matching striped pants and a pink robe over the outfit. The clothes were clearly to long for him. The sleeves consumed his arms and he had to roll up the pants legs to be able to walk.

Steve could contain his laugher at seeing the child.

“I didn't have anything in the the house that would fit him.” Peggy explained. “I tried putting him in one of your pajama sets but it was worse.”

“We will have to go into town and buy him some clothes tomorrow.” Steve replied. “For tonight, it's fine, at least he will be warm and clean.”

“Thank you for the clothes. These are comfy.” James spoke. “I like them alot. I didn't get many new clothes before.”

They then sit down and begin to eat.

“Can I ask a question.” James spoke.

“Of course, always.” Steve answered.

“Why did you save me?” he asked looking to Steve.

Steve was taken back by that question. Did he not want to be saved? Wasn't he unhappy living the way he was?

“Well because Hydra was hurting you and I wanted you to be safe and happy.”

“But you didn't even know me. Why would you care about someone you don't know?”

“people are people and they all deserve to live happy lives. They deserve to be shown love and joy. Your no different. When I see someone in trouble, I want to help, I want to help them have a better life.”

“That's really kind.” James answered.

There was silence as they continued eating.

“Also Peggy said you two had daughters. What happened to them?” James asked.

“They grew up, they are still around.” Steve told him. “They just don't live here anymore. One has a family of her own now and the other moved away to follow a job.”

“Oh. Are they nice?”

“Very. ones a school teacher and the other is working as an field agent for the government.” Steve answered. “you will meet them some day.”

“I would like to meet them.” James answered. “There your kids so I'm sure they are really nice.”

“Is there anything you want to know about us?” Steve asked.

“What do you do for work?”

“I'm retired. I used to be the director for a government organization.” Peggy answered.

“I was retired and now I'm working as a agent to a government organization. Which your going to have to keep a secret.”

“I can do that.” James answered.

****

Then suddenly Tony Stark showed up at the home. He has a key since Peggy has always been close with, ever since he was a child. she saw him as a son she never had.

“So we have a bit of a crisis going on.” Tony began. “How come neither one of you answer your phone?”

“There turned off. It's dinner time.” Peggy answered. “You could eat with us if you like, Anthony. Just grab a plate.”

“no thank you Aunt Peggy.” Tony answered. “Although I'm sure the food is great. I'm here on shield business.”

“What's wrong?” Peggy questioned.

Tony noticed the child sitting with them.

“No no no no no! What is wrong with you!?” Tony shouted.

Then he glared at Steve then pointed to him.

“Him. Are you trying to get me fired? Or are you just unwilling to follow any instructions set for you? You were supposed to retrieve him and bring hin back to shield that was what was agreed on. That was your mission.”

#trigger warning mention of abuse and neglect #steve rogers #captain america #marvel #peggy carter #mcu #bucky barnes #marvel comics #tony stark #black widow #shield #hydra #hawkeye #sam wilson #iron man #nick fury #the forgotten child #thread series the forgotten child

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zaraomarrogers · 1 year

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Always and Forever - 13

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem Reader

Warning: Angst

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Peggy slammed the door shut behind her, her heels clicking on the wooden floor as she walked into the house. Crossing the hallway, she entered the kitchen where Eleanor was seated on one of the dining chair with a glass of whine.

Peggy threw her purse on the floor and came to stand in front of her mother who raised her eyebrow at her.

“I’m done playing your fucking games. I have no interest in being your right hand. I’m done humiliating myself, mom. I’m DONE!” Peggy yelled.

“This is not the first time Steve has said... what he said. You were there to threaten Y/n to keep her out of your way.” Eleanor said coldly.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? How could you be okay with Steve degrading me over and over... and for what? I don’t love him, I don’t want to live with him, hell, I want nothing to do with him, why would I keep mortifying myself, mom, why?”

“Peggy, you’re not seeing what I see, sweetheart. I’m doing this for you. Steve has no choice but to come back to you. I promise you that.” For Eleanor, it wasn’t the first outburst from Peggy. In past four years, Peggy had had so many fits of rage, it wasn’t the first time she wanted out from Steve situation but Eleanor had always calmed her down, bait her with the more money, fame and opportunities. But this time she didn’t know Peggy won’t be having any of her bullshit.

“I don’t want him to come back here for me. I just want nothing from him. Why don’t you see it? It was a very pathetic plan to begin with to separate Y/n and Steve and when you used me to do that, you made me play more games with him. Why mom? I don’t need you to make decisions on my behalf. I don’t want you to tell me what to do and what not.” Peggy’s voice was heavy with emotions.

“Y/n knows everything...” Eleanor gave a confused look to Peggy. “... she knows that I drugged Steve, she didn’t believe about my fake pregnancy either. She doesn’t have proof but.... does she need to prove what I did? I did what you asked me to, for what mom? I saw her after four years and you know what I really wanted to do..” Peggy took Eleanor’s arm in her grip. “...I wanted to hug her, tell her how much I have missed seeing her beautiful face. I just wanted to apologise to her. You made me hate her all my life, why? Why did you never let us get close? Why? Mom, why?” she yanked Eleanor’s arm, as she sobbed.

“You’re out of your mind Peggy, I never asked you to hate your sister. It was you, it was your stubbornness and go-getter nature that you can’t see your younger sister’s achievements. I just helped you Peggy, and you’re being ungrateful. I love you, I have always loved you and supported you. Look, where you’re now, one of the best Attorney’s in New York City. You’ve a career, power, money... all the resources that has everything on your fingertip, Peggy. What else do you want? Steve’s name will only accelerate your power...”

“Why didn’t you love Y/n like that? Why did she never get your support?”

“We’re talking about you honey, if she’d stayed here, she would’ve those things too.”

“You made me sent her away, don’t you remember that?”

“I never wanted her to leave, she was a coward and chose an easy out.” Eleanor spat.

Peggy just looked at her mother disbelievingly.

“You never loved her because you never wanted her, mom. I was old enough to understand that you and dad were fighting while you were pregnant with Y/n.”

“Your dad and I were fighting because he cheated on me....”

“Mom! Please! He never cheated on you. That was the story you told me and y/n when we were kids. But, seems like everyone in the law firm know that this is not what it is.”

“What does that mean? What do you want to say?” Eleanor flared up.

“It’s the other way around. You cheated on dad and he left. I grew up believing what you said, do you really think it’d stay hidden when I started working in the firm dad made.”

“Your dad wanted a second child, I didn’t. I was happy with you." Eleanor said plainly.

“That didn’t justify that you’d cheat on him.”

“We grew out of love, Henry and I bonded over the case and realised there were so many things common between the two of us. We were attracted to each other. My marriage with Daniel had gotten stale at that point. Why are you even interested in my past rather than you focus on your future.”

“Future? That you ruined. You put me in a meaningless so-called relationship with Steve, making it impossible for me to have a chance with the only man who was interested in me , for me. Not for my money, but just me.”

“That boy won’t give you anything....”

“I don’t want anything but him, I’m so sick of this money and power. I want a normal life where I have someone to come home to. Y/n was smart to leave this house, you took away my choices.”

“Peggy, you’re being emotional and stupid. We’ll talk about it when you get in your senses.”

“Which part of ‘I’m done’ you didn’t get, mom? We’re not going to talk about it. I’m not going to go after Steve and manipulate him. And if you push me, I’d tell him and Y/n everything myself. I don’t care what will happen after that.”

“Is that a threat?”

“No. Not yet!”

“Don’t you dare Peggy. I won’t let you destroy everything.”

“Oh you’ve no idea, mother!” Peggy didn’t stay to listen what the older woman had to say. She’d had enough of it. She’d realised long time ago that her mother had used her but she was only brave enough to break free from Eleanor’s manipulation just now. Something shifted in her when she saw Y/n after four years in the party, but she acted the way she was supposed to, like a classic bitch. That’s how she felt when Y/n ran away from there.

She didn’t want to go to Boston but Eleanor forced her to make sure Y/n knew who was still in charge of the situation. Peggy was curious to know as well about Y/n so she ran a little info check on her and was shocked to know that her little sister was a very successful career oriented single mother.

It was as clear as a crystal for Peggy that she had been making a fool out of herself all her life. She wanted, desperately craved for what Y/n and Steve had, a relationship, filled with love, respect and mutual trust. She thought she could have had it all if she wouldn’t let her mother control her life. On her way back to New York she had made the decision that she won’t be part of her mother’s delusional games anymore.

~*~

Y/n took her cup of coffee and sat down on a bar stool, her hair wrapped in messy bun. She yawned as she gently traced the outline of the mug. Malcolm had been restless the whole night, unable to sleep, he fidgeted and cried asking for Steve leaving Y/n in more distress than she already was.

She slowly rubbed her temples checking her phone for any message from Steve but there was none. She put the phone down in frustration right when Daniel came to sit beside her with his own coffee.

“Dad? Why are you up so early?”

“Didn’t sleep well last night.”

“I’m sorry, Mal’s been disturbed the whole time. I’m sorry, we kept you up.” She didn’t make an eye contact, clearly embarrassed.

“It wasn’t because of Mal, you don’t have to apologise for that, Y/n/n. He doesn’t deserve to go through this. Is he alright?”

“Put him to sleep at 4ish in the morning. He’s been asking for Steve, but Steve didn’t answer his damn phone. Finally fell asleep with all the crying, got a slight temperature.... I don’t know what is wrong with Steve...”

“Give him some time..” Daniel cut her off gently, “He’s as hurt as Mal is right now. Remind me of something I went through long time ago.”

“Dad??” Y/n looked at him confused.

“I couldn’t sleep because I’ve been thinking, I was once in Steve’s place. And I know what he’s feeling right now, like a total failure. Just try to check in on him.”

“Why’d you say that? What happened?” Y/n asked.

“It’s in the past, Y/n/n, it doesn’t matter now.”

“I want to know...”

“No you don’t, sweetheart. Let it be...” Daniel chuckled.

“Please dad! Tell me... you can share it with me. I have spent a whole chunk of my life without you, don’t cut me out now, please.”

Daniel sighed, “cutting you and your sister out of my life had never been my intention. I always wanted you two in my life but you know I had a very dirty and messed up divorce with your mother. She’d won the custody and put a restraining order against me. You were Malcolm’s age when it happened and you said something similar to what Malcolm had said to Steve...”

Y/n inhaled sharply, tears welling up in her eyes.

“.... you didn’t even know what you said but the pain and guilt I carried after that had only subsided when Steve brought you to meet me when you were sixteen, wearing a baby blue dress and white sneakers.”

“Dad, I’m so sorry, I don’t even remember... I’m so sorry.”

“It wasn’t your fault, honey. You were a child, I had never blamed you. It’s the decisions that we as adults make that impacted our children.” He squeezed Y/n’s hand gently. “I will forever be in Steve’s debt because he brought you to me but that doesn’t mean I won’t kick his ass if he dare to hurt you and my grandson.” He stood up, kissing the top of his daughter's head, “Don’t forget to check in on him.” He said and left her in her own thoughts. Her phone buzzed on the table, she unlocked it to see an email from Pepper informing her that Steve was on sick leave for the week. She sighed in frustration, typing in a quick pissed off message to Steve that he had time to type an email to Pepper but he couldn’t respond to her messages and calls, she sent the message and went to her room to lie down a bit before she had to get up for work.

~*~

She had been knocking at the door for past fifteen minutes. She’d also rung the door bell couple times but Steve didn’t open the door. It had been four days to be exact after the incident and ever since that Steve had locked himself in his house, not answering calls and doorbells. Y/n had sent him numerous text messages, voice mails but he didn’t answer.

Out of frustration, she picked up the small flower pot that was placed outside the door and hit it on the glass of the door. The glass shattered on the floor, and the security alarm went off, Y/n immediately placed her hand on the door knob from where she hit the pot and turn it open. Carefully, she stepped on the broken pieces of glass and entered the house in search for Steve and found him coming towards her. In long strides he came near the main door, putting the code in the security system, he turned off the alarm and glared at Y/n who just shrugged her shoulders and took off her winter jacket and hung it in closet. As she walked into the house towards dimly lit living room, she heard him saying, “What were you thinking?” He walked behind her with his hand placed on his hips.

“Good to see you too, I’m so glad that you’re alive.” She spat.

Steve huffed and walked past her, seated himself on the couch. Even with the only source of light that was coming from the lamp, Y/n glanced around to see the empty take away boxes, beer bottles, few wrappers of crackers littered on the coffee table and an unfolded blanket spread on the couch. Blinds on the windows were closed and curtains were drawn. She heaved a sigh and walked to the window to open the blinds and the curtains. Bright sunlight shined through the glass windows making the room lit with sunlight.

“It’s a beautiful sunny day, I promised Mal to take him to park. Weather’s really good.” She came to sit beside Steve, seeing him in the light she noticed the bags under his eyes, his usually trimmed stubble grown into full beard, and hair dishelved. Her heart broke seeing him defeated and shattered with hunched shoulders. Softly, she hold his hand in hers trying to get his attention.

“Steve?” she whispered. “Aren’t you going to even look at me?”

“I’m sorry I failed you and Malcolm. I deserve what he said.” His voice broke.

“No, no no no....” Y/n cupped his cheek and turned his face lightly towards her. He had his eyes closed.

“Look at me please, Stevie.” She let the nick name slipped from her mouth and Steve opened his eyes to see her face close and worried.

“No! You don’t deserve this. What Mal said was wrong. He was wrong, he didn’t mean it, Steve. He didn’t mean it. Because if you stayed five more minutes you’d know that he wanted you. All he wanted was his daddy to be with him. He couldn’t go to sleep that night because he was missing you, he only wanted you with him. He didn’t know what he said Steve. He didn’t mean it, trust me....”

“....I trust you.” Steve whispered.

“Then why didn’t you answer my calls, you didn’t even see my texts. You didn’t give me a chance to explain.”

“I don’t know Y/n. I just don’t know. I failed to protect you. I failed my son, I just don’t know I just didn’t want to show my face to both of you. Before I came here, you and Mal were happy. I brought all the chaos with me. Peggy wouldn’t have come if I stayed away from you both. She wouldn’t have hit you if I wasn’t here. I don’t know what to do anymore.” Steve softly brushed her hands away from his cheek and got up to go in the kitchen. Y/n was quick to follow him.

“It’s me, I’m the problem Y/n. Can’t you see it? Everything that went wrong between us is because of me. I caused you so much pain. I wasn’t there for you when you were pregnant with my child, I wasn’t there when you gave birth to him, I wasn’t there when he took his first step, I wasn’t there when he said his first word, Y/n..... My son hates me and he’s right, he should hate me. I missed every important milestone of his life, I don’t deserve him.” Steve hid his face in his hands and sobbed. Y/n looked at him with tears in her own eyes, she knew what he was going through.

“Steve...” She didn’t know what to say so she simply walked to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, engulfing him in a tight hug. They spent few minutes like that, wrapped in each other’s embrace. Steve silently sobbed in her shoulder, her closeness relaxing him in ways only he knew.

“Mal loves you, Steve. He loves you very much. He got sad and upset when I told him that what he said had hurt you so much. He didn’t mean it.” Y/n slowly pulled away from Steve but still close enough to cup his face and looked straight into his ocean blue eyes.

“He didn’t know what it’s like to have another parent around all the time. It was just me when he was growing up. Dad and Bucky were there but they can’t take his dad’s place, right. For Malcolm, his dad is someone who’s just his, no sharing. And when you came, you brighten his whole world Steve. I’ve never seen him this happy, you filled the hole in his life.” Y/n placed her forehead on his, just breathing in each other’s warmth. She felt Steve starting to relax a little bit but his grip on the kitchen counter he was leaning against, was still firm.

“Ple – please don’t punish him for what he did, he’s very sensitive, I told you he feels everything, he just can’t explain his feelings yet. Steve, he was scared that you might not come....” Steve pulled back and looked at her. “... you have made yourself available to him ever since you have come back, I know its wrong but he has started expecting you to be there every time. I know its not possible, you and I both work, and you can’t follow a schedule according to him. You and I both need to work on that with him. And don’t say that it’s your fault...” Y/n didn’t let Steve say because she knew what he was going to say so she continued, “... he’s going to be 4 next month, he’s starting kindergarten in September, we gotta make sure that he knows that you’re not leaving him again but that doesn’t mean you make yourself available at every call he makes to you. It will take time and a lot of patience, Stevie but it’s worth it, don’t you think? I just want him to grow up with confidence that he has us in his corner.... that he’s got both of us, supporting him, loving him no matter what.”

Steve looked at her and gently took her hand that was cupping his face. He brought it to his lips and kissed the top of her hand. He nodded looking into her eyes.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry for going MIA on you and Mal. I just couldn’t think of him hating me. It hurt so bad Y/n/n... but I promise I won’t leave Mal and you ever again. I didn’t know what to do...”

“It’s okay Steve, I can’t imagine what you went through and I’m sor –“

“Please don’t apologise, I’m not mad at Mal, you and him are my life, I love you both so much. And I’m willing to move the world for both of you. I know I’ve said this to you in the past, I need you to know that I meant it then and I mean it now. No apology would be enough for the pain and hurt I inflicted on you and Mal, Y/n....”

Steve’s blue eyes were red with tears and sadness.

“Okay, let’s not go down that way again Steve. I don’t see a point in this discussion right now.” Y/n gently rubbed his hand. He nodded in understanding and looked everywhere but her.

“How about you go freshen up? And we’ll go surprise Mal, he’d be over joyed.” Y/n said with a soft smile taking a step back to make room for Steve straighten up. He was leaned against the counter and Y/n was standing between his legs. None of them found it awkward or it might have been normal for them to share each other’s space so they didn’t bother.

“.... I’ll go take a shower.”

“Sure! Meanwhile I find something to entertain myself.” Y/n looked around the living room and instantly knew what she had to do.

“Y/n...”

“Hmm..”

They looked into each other’s eyes longer than intended, a wave of emotions swirled through Steve as he walked closer to her.

“Thank you... Thank you for giving me a chance.”

“Anything for Mal..” She said with a genuine smile.

“Anything for Mal.” Steve repeated.

“Can I hug you? Please?” He cleared his throat and she nodded. In two strides he covered the distance between them and engulfed her in his arms. He buried his face in her hair as he breathed in a smell of her shampoo. He let it calm his inner turmoil.

She closed her eyes as her head was placed on his chest, steady rhythm of his heartbeat gave her a familiar sense of security. She didn’t know why she felt safe again like nothing in this world would harm her as long as she was in his arms. They spent few minutes in each other’s arms, breathing into each other’s scent.

“Now go take a shower, you’re stinking Steve.” She pulled away from him.

“No, I’m not.” He protested.

Y/n rolled her eyes and pushed him towards the staircase that led him to his ensuite bathroom.

Y/n looked around the room once Steve left to take a shower, she started with cleaning up the coffee table. One by one she threw away the empty take away boxes and beer bottles in the garbage. Then she moved to kitchen, spraying swish on counter tops, she wiped the marble and repeated the same process on coffee table. Taking out the vacuum cleaner from laundry room, she vacuumed the rugs and couch, dusted all the cushions back on couch, folded the blanket and gave a satisfied look at her work.

“Steve?? How long are you gonna take?” She hollered from the kitchen.

“Coming... just a minute.” Steve replied back.

Out of curiosity, she opened his fridge, peeking a look at the items in fridge she thought to make a sandwich for Steve because she was sure that he hadn’t had breakfast.

She frowned at the rotten cucumber and salad leaves, after garaging them she start checking the few items he had in his fridge and to her amazement, ranch sauce and barbecue sauce were expired, packet of pepperoni which was sealed, had the expiration in two days.

Steve cleared his throat behind her, “ What are you doing?”

“Seriously? Steve? Why did you buy all these things when you don’t use ‘em? Veggies are rotten, sauces are expired and see this new packet of pepperoni is getting expired in two days.” She showed him, “Oh, the milk is also off.”

“You don’t have to do this. Actually, you didn’t have to do any of this....” He pointed to the neat and clean living room and kitchen.

“.... I would call the home service and.... and... I don’t eat much here...”

Y/n shook her head at him and threw away all the stuff she took out from the fridge. After washing her hands she looked at Steve who was still standing there, with dark wash jeans and T- shirt. His hair was properly combed and full beard had changed into light scruff. He was looking like model stepped out of a magazine cover, Y/n felt her heart flutter. She shouldn’t be thinking like that, she scolded herself.

Steve felt her eyes on him and looked at her only to caught her averting her gaze. Even with simple turtle neck sweater and jeans and her hair down in loose waves, she took his breath away. Seeing her in his house, in his kitchen doing all the domestic stuff, his heart clenched in his chest and longed for a life with her he had always dreamed of. Hell, he could’ve had it... the thought made him fist, nails digging deeper in the softness of his palm.

“What’s wrong?” Y/n gently touched his forearm. “ You don’t like it? Cleaning...”

“No, it’s not... thank you so much but you didn’t have to do that.”

“It’s no problem, really.” She smiled and passed by him to get her jacket from the closet. Steve followed her, they wore their jackets in silence. Steve took the keys and as he moved forward to open the door, stopping in midway he cursed under his breath. Y/n was close enough to hear that, “Shit!”. Broken pieces of the glass were still there, they both had forgotten to clean them up.

Y/n started shrugging off her jacket when Steve stopped her.

“I’ve got this. Give me five min.”

“It’s okay I want to help.” She went after him to take the broom and dustpan. He was fast enough to get the hold of the supplies and started sweeping the entrance.

“I’m sorry about that.”

“It’s okay.”

“How are you going to fix it?”

“I’m not. I’m just gonna have to call the repair team, they’ll fix it, don’t worry.”

“How long would it take? Your house would be unsafe.”

Steve chuckled, “I have the alarm system on, and it’s connected to my phone. I would know if something unusual happened.”

“Oh, ohkay!”

Steve made a call to one of the repairing agents and while he was explaining the damage Y/n just watched him pacing in the hallway. Steve glanced at her catching her staring at him and she quickly averted her gaze with heated cheeks. So much had changed in last four years but one thing she was certain that hadn’t changed was how her heart still skipped a beat for this man.

“Let’s go.” Steve said pulling her out of her thoughts.

“What’d they say? Are they coming today?”

“Nope. Tomorrow afternoon.”

“Umm, would you mind grabbing an extra pair of sweats with you?”

“Why?”

“Just in case if Malcolm asked you to stay, wouldn’t you wana stay?... I mean I understand if you don’t, I – I..”

“it’s okay, I have gym bag in my car.”

“We’re not taking your car.”

Steve sighed, “Okay, let me get it from the car.”

Steve pulled out the bag from his car trunk and threw it inside Y/n’s car as he came to sit in the passenger’s seat.

“You’re not gonna argue with me?”

“About what?”

“About not taking your car, breaking in to your house which by the way is your fault as well, cleaning up your house... are you mad at me? ” She put the car on the road.

“Why would I be mad at you?”

“Don’t answer my question with another question.” She pouted.

“No Y/n, I’m not mad at you. I’m just, I don’t know how would I behave around Malcolm without making it awkward.”

“He doesn’t know what awkward is, so just be yourself. He’d ask you if you’re mad at him, just say that you’re hurt, tell him how you felt. He should know what you really felt in that moment. It’s important as he grows up.” She said pulling into the driveway of Dunkin Donuts.

“I will try my best.”

“Don’t stress over it, he’d be overjoyed when he’ll see you. Gosh, he missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed him too.”

Y/n smiled at him, as she punch the order in the screen and drove up to the window. The girl on the window handed her two iced coffee and one four cheese bagel toasted with butter, Y/n passed the tray and pouch of bagel to Steve and tapped her card for the payment.

“I would have made you breakfast once we get home but its almost 11 in the morning and we still have an hour or two in lunch, besides you need some energy to tackle our little firecracker.”

Steve chuckled, and took a sip from his iced coffee muttering thanks. He couldn’t dare to tell her that it was the first time in four year he was having iced coffee. He couldn’t tell her that it reminded him of her. Having ice coffee and bagel was their thing, a tradition they set for late Sunday morning breakfast or whenever either of them were stressed they’d go on a walk and have the iced coffee and sat there in silence enjoying the beverage.

Another ten minutes went by in comfortable silence. As they reached home, Y/n opened the door and immediately heard the little feet running towards her. She took Malcolm in her arms kissing his face and nuzzling in her neck, making him giggle. Steve was still at door, taking off his winter coat.

“Mal-pal, look who’s here to see you?”

She turned around for Malcolm to see Steve standing there smiling at them.

“Daddyyyy.” Malcolm squealed and ran into his arms.

“I sowwy daddy. I say bad wowd. Mama say I huwt you. I no mow say no bad wowd. I pwomise.”

“It’s okay bubba, it’s okay...” Steve engulfed him in a hug, kissing his face and hair. They stayed there in the middle of hallway for few more minutes.

“I was hurt but not anymore. Just remember, I love you bubba, I will always love.”

“You pwomise you no hurt?”

Steve laughed, “I promise.”

“I wuv you daddy. I wuv you loads.”

Rest of the day passed by in blur, with Malcolm making sure that Steve would play dragon with him, making silly noises and having bed sheets draped around their necks as super heroes, they created a mess in Malcolm’s room. Y/n had to intervene during meal time else Malcolm wasn’t ready to spare a moment to Steve. The father son duo went to park in the late afternoon and came back with chocolate stained clothes.

Dinner was lively and fun. Alice had cooked baked salmon with broccoli and crispy potato. It was Steve’s favourite dish and to everyone’s surprise Malcolm loved it too. Daniel and Steve lightly conversed over the meal but it was Malcolm’s energy and excitement to had Steve with him was keeping the mood elated.

“Mama, we bwing candies fow you. Daddy say mama be mad and look cute so give mama shoclates. Daddy and I wuv you mama.”

With puppy dog eyes, and innocent smile Malcolm gave Y/n candies and told him the conversation that happened between him and Steve.

“Mal-pal I told you no more candies. You’ll get a big fat worm in teeth if you won’t stop eating sweets.”

She was changing his clothes after finishing the dinner while Steve came back from the bathroom and leaned against the door.

“Bubba, did you tell mama that we saw a puppy chasing the squirrels?

“Mama, daddy and I see puppy, teeny tiny puppy.....” And he told her every single detail with actions of how puppy chased after the squirrel. Y/n and Steve didn’t remember when was last time they laughed this hard.

“T'mowow I go libwawy with daddy. You come pwease.” Malcolm said jumping on Y/n’s bed, Steve reached out to hold him but the little guy pulled him and he dropped on the bed.

“Okay, we’ll see.” Y/n said picking up the dirty clothes from the floor, glancing over her shoulder where Steve was having a tickling match with Malcolm, joyful giggles from Mal filled the room followed by Steve’s laughter. Y/n felt her heart full with the sound of their laughter.

She left the room with a smile on her face, dumping the clothes in laundry basket she heard a familiar voice from her dad's office. She peeked in with a surprised look on her face.

“Andy? When did you come?” She gave him a side hug.

“Nice to see you too.” He smiled holding her hand.

“Andy stopped by to discuss a case with me. He’s good to go, all yours.” Daniel told Y/n as he left his office.

“So...” Andy raised an eye brow with a smile.

“So??”

“You seem to have an eventful day.”

“Oh yeah! Malcolm keeps me busy and happy. Coffee?” she moved to the kitchen.

“Sure.” Andy came in behind her.

Their conversation flowed in with discussing work things to other stuff and whenever there was silence, it wasn’t a comfortable one. Either of them tried to keep the conversation going.

Malcolm was fast asleep the minute he hit the pillow. He was cuddled into Steve on Y/n’s bed. Steve smiled looking at the sleeping form of his son and checked the time in his wrist watch. It had been more than thirty minutes since Y/n had left to dump the clothes, he gently moved Malcolm to another pillow and stood up to go in search of Y/n asking her what’s taking her so long, since he was in the mood for coffee and some late night conversations. As he walked towards the staircase, he heard low voices from the kitchen. Instead of going down the stairs he peeked into kitchen, his heart clenched to see Andy Barber standing so close to Y/n. She was sitting on the bar stool as Andy leaned forward and placed a kiss on her lips. With stunned face and tearful eyes he watched a simple kiss turned into a make out session as Andy’s hands moved over her back and she circled her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

He couldn’t look away, he just couldn’t avert his eyes. He didn’t know how he walked himself back into the room. He gently rubbed the left side of his chest feeling the unbearable pain run through his body. He felt his stomach churned and all the food he had consumed earlier was coming into his mouth, an urge to vomit had him made his way to the bathroom. He splashed cold water on his face but that also didn’t help.

He came out and cuddled back into Malcolm as tears slipped through his eye and absorbed into the pillow. He heard the footsteps near the door and closed his eyes, putting his arm over them.

Y/n came into the room after Andy left, a smile formed on his face when she saw Steve and Malcolm snuggled into each other fast asleep. She pulled the cover on both of them, lightly kissing Malcolm on forehead and nose, she glanced over Steve with a smile. After changing into comfy pyjama and t-shirt and turning off the light of her bedroom, she made her way to Malcolm’s room and settled on his bed. Taking out her Ipad she started working on some of her illustrations that had become her late night hobby. As she let herself indulged in her favourite past time, her phone buzzed on the side. She looked to see if it was Andy’s message but there was an email notification. She blinked once and twice but Peggy Carter’s name as the correspondent of the email didn’t move from its place. She touched to open it and as her eyes read through the words, a dreadful feeling began to settle in her bones. She crossed the threshold of Malcolm’s room and walked back in her, seeing if Steve was up, but she couldn’t tell if he was because his face was hidden in the pillow. She came to sit on the edge of his side of the bed and gently rub his arm that was underneath the covers but he didn’t budge. With a sigh, she went back to Malcolm’s room. Sleep was the farthest thing on her mind. She opened the email again and read it one more time. She felt her throat closing up. With Steve next door to her, why couldn’t she go and snuggle into him, why couldn’t she ask for some emotional support from him, he was right there, so close, yet, so far.

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