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homieswithhades · 3 years

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why steve rogers returning to the past was wrong

disclaimer: im clearly a stucky enthusiast, but please, do not be thrown off by that. i admit, there may be undertones of bias because of that in the following, but i did my best with trying to lay out the facts and draw logical conclusions, so do please give me a chance. also, i may have accidentaly omitted some moments and some quotes may not be 100% word for word, as my memory lowkey sucks. ALSO this is NOT a peggy hate post!! i think shes a dope and underrated character and quite frankly she was done dirty. but i also definitely h8 the trope of badass woman falls for the hero.

first and foremost, every sane person knows endgame was complete and utter bullshit when dealing with steves character, so this post will be more for you to maybe show (and hopefully convince) some stubborn friend or family member. nice, concise (not) and including proof from the movies (+a few tweets and stucky undertones, if u dont fw that i respect it but bucky is an integral part to steves character regardless of how u interpret their relationship) here is why steves character development was thrown away at the end of endgame.

let us begin at looking at the cap trilogy.

in ca:tfa it should be noted that steve had no one to return to in the 40s, except bucky. i believe steves relationship with peggy was no where near as developed as it should have been to elicit him returning exclusively for her. as we are aware, steves driving force has absolutely always been bucky. bucky was there for steve after his parents died, when he was sick, and always protected him from whatever trouble he got himself into. "until the end of the line" right? steves relationship with peggy was forced and short lived, literally, we're talking a matter of months here. i need to keep emphasising the important disparity between bucky and peggy, as it is absolutely key in this whole argument. steve dropped everything and went against every order just to even attempt to save bucky. even the slightest chance of him surviving being captured was enough for steve to break into a hydra camp and free the 107th division. steve even had the chance to capture zola, one of the main villains and masterminds of the war, but again, steve prioritised bucky. when theyre trying to escape the exploding hydra camp, the exchange between steve and bucky is critical. steve says "go! get out of here!" as all he wanted was bucky escaping safely. he put bucky's life over his own (this wasnt the first time he did this, nor the last) but bucky rooted himself to the spot, and yelled back "no, not without you!". they both escaped safely as we know, and then steve gathers the howling commandos to take down the red skull. bucky then falls off the train, nd steve blames himself for his death, even visibly crying over it twice. steves morals went from "i dont wanna kill anyone. i dont like bullies, i dont care where theyre from" before buckys death, to "i wont stop until all of hydra are dead or captured" after. stuff happens and steve defeats the red skull and is now in control of the flying ship with the bombs. he connects the comms with peggy and she tries to convince him theres another way to disarm the ship. steve was so dedicated at that point he didnt even want to hear it. he didnt even attempt to do anything to ensure his survival. this alone proves, peggy was not important enough to him to return to.

next is ca:tws. The stevebucky movie. in the museum, peggy confirms that steve saved the man from the 107th division who eventually became her husband (steve was never in the 107th, just to clarify) i believe her husbands name was daniel sousa (as revealed in the marvels agents of shield show) steve then finds out peggy is alive and talks to her. she, in short, tells him she's lived her life, and it was his turn to live his in the time hes in. the "my best girl" line was unnecessary and out of place; again, steve barely knew her. again, shit goes down, and steve finds out the winter soldier is bucky and immediately drops everything, and becomes dead set on saving him. not killing, not imprisoning, but saving him. no matter the cost. "he saw me, and he didnt even know me" "hes not the kind you save, hes the kind you stop. he won't recognise you" "he will." god, steve KNEW bucky would recognise him. regardless of the brainwashing, steve managed to break through the barrier hydra fought so hard to drill into buckys mind. nothing ever broke him out of that state exept for steve. "im not gonna fight you, youre my friend." "youre my mission" "then finish it. cos im with you till the end of the line." [[good fucking lord let me break out of my essay-esque semi professional format here and just say how fucking heartbreaking those lines are. oh my god. read them, over and over until it hits you.]] steve shows us again, that he is willing to not only die for bucky, but literally die by his hand. he would let bucky kill him. he'd dropped his shield. he didnt fight back. steve always, always, ALWAYS got up and fought back. always. exept that time. the time bucky could have killed him. that scene is the essence of "im with you till the end of the line" because then, it was true. it was true because steve was okay with dying at buckys mercy. theres a difference between sacrificing yourself for the greater good (steve going into the ice), willing to die for someone (steve risking his life multiple times in attempts to save bucky) and finally, being willing to let someone kill you, because you love and trust them so much (hellicarier scene). the difference between peggy and bucky's relationship to steve is that steve may be willing to die for either, but only willing to be killed by one. not to mention, bucky pulled steve from the river. he recognised him. steve broke through 70 years of brainwashing with such impact it literally drove bucky away from hydra out of his own free will.

in between ca:tws and ca:cw its confirmed (im p sure sam says it) that him and steve looked for bucky for two. years. even off screen, bucky was steves priority.

im going to squeeze in 2 points from from age of ultron here, for chronology's sake:

steves worst nightmare, as portayed in the movie, is LITERALLY going back to the 40s and being stuck there (with peggy too??lmfao) and also the quote "family, stability, the man who wanted all that went in the ice 75 years ago. i think another one came out." objectively confirms that steve isn't the man he used to be, and doesnt want to return to the past. aou may have sucked, but that doesn't mean the character development should be thrown away.

ca:cw. hoo boy. steve went against 117 countries and half of his closest friends and colleagues because he believed bucky was innocent of the bombing of the un conference. god, steve quite literally, did everything to defend and protect bucky. though i shall acknowledge that steve did attend peggy's funeral, however, there was no real connotations there other than the fact he was mourning her death (understabdibly so). steve then proceeds to protect bucky for 2 hours 27 mins and 41 seconds to the point where they escape together to siberia after the airport fight. "i dont know if im worth all this steve" "what you did all those years... it wasnt you. you didnt have a choice." "i know. but i did it" again, absolutely heartbreaking quotes if you read it a couple of times and truly understand the meaning of them. steve somewhat indirectly tells bucky yes, yes he is worth all of this. otherwise, he wouldn't be doing it. a quote to support that would be "for the longest time, i always did what i thought was right." (disclaimer this is not a direct quote i deadass couldnt find it to save my life, i belive steve said it at some point during civil war or tws, but the point is, bucky is the only thing that could have shaken steves morals so intensely.) and finally, the most important part of cw, the fight at the end with tony. bucky and steve constantly protected each other. steve kept fighting because he was fighting for bucky. to keep him safe from tony and the world. he got up, time and time again. "i can do this all day." the fact that he said that to tony, some people consider them the closest of friends, proves again, a million times over, bucky is more important to steve than literally anything else, INCLUDING his shield. his mantle. he dropped it and left it like it was nothing, because his priority was bucky. as always.

theres not much to discuss for infinity war other than their hug whicg was honestly just adorable.

mmmmm endgame. i will not go into how much i hate that movie because it would be a rant quintuple the length of this one. in the support group, steve dead ass fucking says "you gotta move on. you gotta move on" and that sentiment was literally forgotten at the end. my main point for endgame is this. people tend to tell me, the reason steve abandoned bucky and went back to be with peggy is because he knew that he was finally safe. :/. if you had half a braincell youd know that's not true. the steve we know, never would have left bucky for good, ESPECIALLY after the "dont do anything stupid until i get back" exchange [[god i want to beat the shit out of the r*ssos]] mostly because, bucky had fucking no one in the time he was living in!!! no family, no friends and most heartbreakingly, no one he could trust. (yes sam was there but were just seeing their friendship develop now in tfatws, all that wasnt there in endgame) and secondly, what made steve think bucky was entirely safe??? half of the worlds population just suddenly reappeared, which as we see now, there were massive consequences for that. i simply believe steve is not that stupid. steve going back was disrespectful not only to his character, but to bucky AND peggy. most importantly, the steve we've been watching since 2011 would NEVER abandon bucky, no matter how safe he thought he was (he visited him frequently in wakanda, the safest place on the planet arguably ffs) especially for such a dumbass and quite frankly, nonsensical reason as going back to be with peggy, who clearly stated to him she moved on, and so should he (which he did. idk endgame writers prolly didnt watch the previous movies :/) its not even debatable. bucky is more important to steve than peggy. even in terms of screentime.

now allow some tweets to speak for me, this one being the absolute most important one:

ladies and gentlefolk, all of the stuff ive said can be summarised in that last line. "it would be contrary to who he is."

heres some more:

and now finally, id like to briefly mention steve and tfatws, so beware of spoilers (writing this as of ep 4 coming out; praying it doesn't age badly)

bucky mentions steve, unprompted, fucking constantly. he clearly isnt over steve leaving, and im hoping that gets acknowledged and talked out in the show.

in conclusion, tl:dr, steve shouldn't have returned to the past and stayed there, it is contrary to who he is, as shown to us through his trilogy and other appearances in the mcu. not to mention the timeline bullshit in endgame makes zero sense in the first place.

#long post #stucky #captain america #steve rogers #mcu #marvel #tfatws #bucky barnes #peggy carter #hwh's marvel thoughts #please dont bullshit me in the comments also i dont have the strength #imma hide this in the tags praying no 1 will b bothered to look but steve and bucky gay #everytime some1 calls their relationship brotherly it takes 10 years off my life nd makes me wanna impale myself ❤#also no beta we die like men #my meta

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kaunis-sielu · 3 years

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Brutus

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Bucky warns the Agent with his phone out about to take a picture of you curled up like a cat in the sun.

“It’s just a picture sir, my best friend has a huge crush on her.” He says with what Bucky assumes is his attempt at a charming smile.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Bucky says with a little shrug and the Agent grins then lines up the shot again. Before he can there’s a puff of smoke a large roar and a loud scream then the Agent goes tearing past him.

“Brutus,” your soft sleepy voice says, “are you playing nice?”

“Doll.”

“Mm, Bucky.” He reaches a hand down for you, one of the few people that Brutus will let approach you, but you pull him down into your sunspot. “Was Brutus yelling at you?” You ask as you curl into him.

“Nah, some Agent. I tried to warn him.” He gives the massive black bear a friendly pat on the belly and he receives a gentle swipe in return. Bucky knows if Brutus wanted to hurt him he would without hesitation, it speaks to how much you trust him.

“Mm,” you hum softly tugging Bucky back so he’s leaning against Brutus too. “So the roar was deserved?”

“In my opinion yes.”

“Okay, good boy Brutus.” You mumble, and Bucky chuckles softly. He’s not sure your eyes have been open for more than a few seconds since you’d said his name.

“What are we doin Doll?”

“Charging, we’re gonna be called for a late mission today.”

“And you’ve had me join you because?”

“Because you’re safe. And Brutus likes you.” The bear gives a low rumble from beneath him and it honestly warms his heart. You’re so small against him, curled like this your head is at his chest and toes brush just below his knees. But on the battlefield you’re easily the more deadly. Bucky has seen you take out a dozen hydra agents without even breaking a sweat. Thor had once accused you of being his sister Hela you were so deadly.

But it took a lot out of you, more than once Bucky had carried you back to your room where you’d stayed for a couple days your familiar not even letting Bucky in to see you. And Bucky wasn’t willing to fight with the bear, he knew that had you needed him your familiar would always come get him.

He also knows to listen when you say that you’re going to be called for a mission. While you swear that you can’t see the future you’re almost never wrong about calling a mission.

So Bucky relaxes against the bear, curls an arm around you and goes to sleep.

Sure enough, a night mission, you lounge on Brutus’ back while he and Bucky walk to the meeting.

“Is that even comfortable?” He asks and you hum softly in affirmation as the three of you enter the jet. It’s a quiet flight to Washington State where in the wilderness there’s a cell of Hydra terrorists hiding.

Hydra sees the team coming, Bucky is fighting not far from you when he hears a cry of pain and a flash of black magic. Brutus roars loudly then charges a hydra Agent. You’re on the ground and throwing the man he’s been fighting into a tree Bucky rushes to your aid. Blood is seeping out your side at an alarming rate. You cry out again and Brutus falls with a roar, you grab Bucky’s arm and pant,

“Save Brutus.”

“No. I have to stop your bleeding first.”

“No, if he dies. I die.” You gasp and horror rushes through Bucky. So, he does as you ask and rushes to the bear who has been shot more than once.

“Brutus. She’s okay.” He lies and the bear gives him a look, “I gotta get you to stop bleeding.” Working on humans is one thing but a black bear is very different. He’s having a hard time finding all the wounds.

“What are you doing?” Wanda screams from above him, “Midnight is bleeding out and you’re worried about a bear?”

“Get the bullets outta him Wanda!” Bucky yells back and with a flick of her wrist the bullets work their way out of Brutus. She lands next to him then runs to you. “He dies she dies!” Bucky roars and Wanda sprints back.

“What?”

“He’s what keeps her immortal apparently!”

“Shit.”

“Help me!” Bucky is in a panic now, Brutus is breathing less and less and blood is still oozing out of him.

“I got this. Go get Midnight and get her on the plane!” She uses one hand to work on Brutus slowly drawing his blood back into his body and closing each bullet hole, “go so you can get back and cover my six!” She snaps and Bucky rushes to you, he doesn’t like how much blood is on your uniform, why you’re not wearing body armor is something he’ll be changing about your uniform and he doesn’t care if you like it. He gently scoops you up and the movement is enough to jolt you back to consciousness for a moment.

“Bru-“

“Wanda’s working on him.” He tells you, “I’m getting you back to the jet.” What feels like hours later, but is really a couple of minutes, he puts you in the cradle and turns it on. “I’ll be right back Doll. Don’t you dare die on me.” He says before sprinting back to where Wanda is working on Brutus.”

“Go get the intel. We’re fine.” She’s got this red shield around her and Brutus and the bear is looking better so Bucky does as she asks and heads inside the small cave that was being used as the Hydra hideout. They’d defended it fiercely so hopefully there’s something good. Sure enough he finds several laptops and throwing them into a bag he finds then hurries back out to where Wanda is levitating Brutus onto the jet.

“Where’s Midnight?”

“Cradle. FRIDAY get us out of here.” Bucky snaps before going to sit next to you in the cradle.

The flight is half over when you start to stir, the cradle stops and opens with a soft hiss and Bucky is ready to help you out.

“Where’s Brutus?” You ask, swinging your legs over the side of the cradle.

“Careful Doll,” Bucky warns just before your legs crumble underneath you. Bucky catches you before you hit the ground and pulls you against him. “I got you.”

“I need to get to him.”

“Wanda took good care of him Doll.”

“Bucky please.” Like he could ever deny you anything, he scoops you up and carries you to the back of the jet where Brutus is laying on a mat. “Put me down next to him please.” Bucky does then goes to sit next to you but stops when Brutus growls lowly. “It’s okay Bru, it’s time.” You tell the bear before pressing a kiss to his nose. You lean back and there’s a flash and suddenly Brutus is on fire.

“Woah!” Bucky jumps up to grab the fire extinguisher but it’s too late, all that’s left of the bear is a pile of ash. “What, Doll, what the fuck?”

“Just wait.” You tell him watching the largest pile, so he does too. A sneeze erupts from it and to Bucky’s astonishment a small ear appears. “Sit with me. I want him to remember you.”

“Why?” He asks as he sits down next to you.

“Because then you’re not a threat, ever. He’ll accept you into our family.” Sure enough a few seconds later the creature shakes and the rest of the ash falls away from the small body. There sits a black bear cub, who grumbles around Bucky then crawls his way into your lap.

“How long will he be that small?”

“A couple of days.” You say depositing the bear into Bucky’s lap. He swipes Bucky’s arm but other than a metallic noise nothing happens and the bear seems confused.

“Bru, be nice. This is Bucky. We like Bucky.” The bear, who is apparently Brutus, blinks up at Bucky then nuzzles his head into his metal hand. Bucky gives him a little scratch and Brutus makes the pleased noise that he’s always made when Bucky scratches his ears. “He remembers.” You tell him with a smile over at him, “he might even let you into my room when I’m having a bad day now.”

“So this whole, him lighting on fire is a normal occurrence?”

“It is. It’s just usually not such a public affair.” You say leaning against Bucky, “sorry I’m still a little tired.”

“I’ve got you Doll.”

“You know Bucky, our souls have known one another before.”

“What’s that Doll?”

“Our souls, they know one another. It’s why Brutus likes you so much, why you make me feel safe. Why you have this urge to protect me.”

“Pretty sure that’s not just cuz I knew you before Doll.”

“Why else would it be?”

“Maybe because I’m falling in love with you.”

“Oh good.” You say dreamily and Bucky isn’t sure how much of the conversation you’re actually comprehending. “I’m falling in love with you too. Which makes things much less complicated.” Bucky laughs softly, you’re not wrong.

“You should get some sleep Doll.”

“Will you come with us?” You ask picking up the sleeping bear cub who grumbles then snuggles into you.

“If you want.” You hold out a hand and he climbs to his feet and takes your hand. You press yourself against the side of the jet’s built in cot. Brutus is in your arms and Bucky joins you on the cot facing you on his side.

“Goodnight Bucky.” You whisper before letting your eyes drift shut.

“Night Doll.” He says with a little half smile, he watches you for a few minutes before closing his eyes and drifting off.

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chxrrysangel · 3 years

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I Need a Favor

Part One | Masterlist | Part Three

Summary || A talk with Wanda and Vision at the ice cream parlor gives you a grand idea. Now only to convince your partner to go along with it.

pairing || fakeboyfriend!bucky x black!ofc

word count || 1,730 words

Notes || Diana uses she/they pronouns

Warnings || brief mention of disordered eating, language

"I ruined everything Wanda. She's never gonna talk to me again, " I say while salty tear drops from my cheek into the soft serve below me.

I don't think I've cried this much since Nat and I got into the same university. At least that was a happy memory. Wanda wraps her arms around my body, trying her best to console me.

"Vision! Another cup of Cotton Candy over here!"

Vision, Wanda's boyfriend, pops up from behind the counter, blond hair sticking up in all directions. That's what happens when he's in distress, that man never stops touching his hair.

"But Wanda--". He attempts to argue with her. But when he sees the glare her features are sporting, the words quickly die in his throat.

"Alright."

Not a minute later, Vision wanders over to our table carrying a medium sized bowl on Cotton Candy ice cream, my favorite. The shop is closed now, the last customers leaving about 10 minutes ago. I probably shouldn't be eating my feelings considering I haven't always had the best relationship with food, but I'll cry about that later. Right now, I just need to wallow in the guilt of the mess I've made.

"So, what's the problem exactly Diana? Why are you so distraught right now?" I sigh and will the tears to subside enough for me to give the breakdown. Seeing me struggle to keep my composure, Wanda steps in and I thank the universe for her.

"They kissed Steve at a party a few weeks ago and now he thinks she has a crush on him. Whether she does or doesn't isn't important because he cornered her in the library earlier and now she has to figure out what to do ASAP. They don't want Nat to find out about Steve's "revelation". "

"Shit, Di. So there's nothing you can do? You have no dirt on 'im? Threaten him to keep the secret? Maybe call in a favor or something?"

Favor. Call in a favor.

"Oh my god, Vision you're a genius! I could literally kiss you right now! I mean, obviously I wouldn't. But, you get what I mean." I scramble to gather my things and throw a ten dollar bill on the tabletop.

"I'll see you guys later! I have to go do something!" I don't wait for their response before I'm hurdling out the door and running towards Jones Apartments.

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I kind of forgot the distance between Jones Apartments and Wanda's Creamery. That is why by the time I reach them, I feel like someone could peel me off the sidewalk. I don't think I've ever been this out of breath in my entire life. Jesus Christ, how is Nat on the track team? I remind myself to ask her about her running routine while I sit on the curb, trying my best not to burst a lung.

"Diana?" My head perks up at the sound of my name, surprised to see the exact person I was looking for.

"James!"

"Diana, I told you not to call me that." I get up from the curb so we're more or less eye level. I don't exactly like being talked down to.

"Anyways James, I need to talk to you."

"No." James sidesteps around me, heading towards the swivel door entrance."

"And why not?" I chase after him, hoping that by following him, he'll get annoyed and let me speak so I can go home. It is a Friday after all, I'm sure he has something to do. Probably partying at the frat house. Let's be real here.

"Because, I don't want to." He doesn't wait for my response before he's walking down the corridor to the elevator. I don't know why he thinks he'll be able to escape me, it's not like I don't know his apartment number or anything.

"James--", he looks at me with an irritated expression,"Okay, okay. Bucky. I have a proposition for you.”

"And what about that exactly?"

"That's for a space with privacy. You never know who's listening." He sighs and rolls his eyes before motioning for me to follow. Gotcha. Hook, line, and sinker.

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"Absolutely fucking not."

"What do you mean?! I've barely said a thing!"

"It's Steve Rogers, that's enough for me to say no."

"C'mon Buck! Please! I will literally get on my hands and knees, and beg for you to say yes." He smirks at my words and I proceed to punch him in the arm.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"You know exactly what that was for. Anyways, I really, really need your help."

"I already said no. Now get out." I'm starting to get annoyed with him. He's so stubborn.

"James, will you cool it with the bad boy, angry man act! I know you, you fucking moron. You can't fool me with that one. " He stares at me from his seat on the kitchen counter.

"It's not an act."

"Right, because it's not like just 6 months ago you were laying in bed with me at my apartment crying to A Walk to Remember. You're a total baby."

His jaw ticks at my reminder. Ha, gotcha. During the spring of Sophomore year, I tutored James for a semester because he was in trouble of losing his spot on the baseball team. And as they're most valuable and skilled player, coach couldn't let that happen. He'd also lose his scholarship. At first he hated me, but over time we developed a pretty decent friendship. He's actually a really cool guy, and a total softie at that.

"Shut up."

"Ah, so you do remember us being friends at one point. Well, at least before you stopped returning my calls and unfollowed me on Instagram and Twitter."

"Sorry 'bout that." He smiles sheepishly, seemingly apologetic.

"You should be. Anyways, weren't you and Steve friends freshman year? I'd only know him for like a year and a half, but I distinctly remember that you two used to hang out."

"Yeah, we did. But that's in the past." He hops off the counter, opening the fridge to grab a beer. I watch him as he pops the top with his metal arm, the depth of its capabilities continuing to amaze me.

"Why, what happened? Did you guys fall out over a girl or something?," I ask with a laugh. He stays silent.

"Oh my god. You guys did break up over a girl. So, who's the lucky lady?" Again, he doesn't respond.

"Do I know her?" Ok, now I'm intrigued. Maybe a little bit nosy as well, but more intrigued. Inquisitive, if you will.

Again, my words are met with silence.

"Oo, so I do know her. Is it Nat?" He pause for just a millisecond, the same way I did at the party.

"Di, will you just drop it?"

"Oh my god!--" I jump out of my chair, squealing with excitement. "--So, it is Nat!" Wait, shit. It's Nat. Oh, this is bad.

"You think?" Did I say that out loud?

"Yes, you did. Now will you get out of my apartment please?"

"Nope, we have much to discuss"

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"So, what exactly do I get out of this besides a headache?"

"Ouch, James. I'm not that bad. So basically, I keep your secret that you ever liked Nat. You get to rub it in Steve's that your crush is a thing of the past. I get him off my back, and finally I figure out how to get you a date with Daisy when we fake break up."

"Ok, I can deal with this. We're gonna need a contract though."

"Oo, look at you using your brain. I guess my tutoring paid off." He pushes me, nearly sending me off the chair to my death.

"Hey, watch it cyborg! What good is a fake girlfriend if you kill them?" Bucky simply rolls his eyes, before pulling out a pen and paper from a side drawer.

"Okay, rule number one : don't tell a single soul. Not one. Got it?"

"Yes, dad," I respond whilst rolling my eyes. He stares at me for a second longer than necessary and I look at him questioningly.

"What?"

"Nothing. Rule two?"

"Um...we have to act decently couple-y. So that means kissing, you walk me to my classes, I go to your games, stuff like that."

"Okay, good point. Rule three, you have to indulge in some of the things I like. Especially my motorcycle."

"Uh uh. No fucking way am I willingly getting on that death trap."

He laughs at me. He fucking laughs at me. "y/n, it's not that bad I promise. I won't let you die."

"You don't know that."

"I promise, I won't let you die. " He smiles wide at me, enough for his dimples to poke out. He knows how much I love dimples. Well played, Barnes. Well played.

"Okay, put it as a conditional clause. While we're on that note, you have to indulge in my interests too. You have to let me braid your hair once in a while." His face drops in horror.

"Uh uh. Don't even try it Barnes. If I'm willing to put my life in your hands, I'm sure you'll survive some french braids and cornrows." He looks at me for a second before sighing in defeat, realizing I'm not gonna budge any time soon.

"Okay fine, anything else?"

"When are we gonna break up? Or, like what's our condition if it keeps going? We've gotta be believable here." The two of us sit in silence for a few moments, thinking of a time that would suit the earth-shattering demise of our passionate love story.

"Got it! You know that holiday banquet/fundraiser thing the dean throws just after New Years'? You know the one where everyone dresses up like it's the goddamn Met Gala? Well, that banquet has the most hookups of any public event this school has all year. You'd be an absolute moron to let your partner go without you. If we're still doing this by then, you have to go with me."

The banquet is four months from now, so there's absolutely no way in hell we'll still be doing this by that time. With that thought in mind, we shake hands and sign our names at the bottom.

"You've got yourself a deal Barnes."

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ad1thi · 4 years

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one kiss (is all it takes)

strides in a year later with an iced latte) im back bitches. this is so so late it’s actually a joke, but finally - here’s part 3 of my greek gods au!! i lost steam for this series a while back, but i felt horrible about leaving you guys without any resolution - so i have slaved away and (hopefully) put together a conclusion to this series!! this series is now complete, though i’m not ruling out the possibility of revisiting it, perhaps if i get a commission or something. i hope you guys like it!!

Being back in Olympus is both deeply unsettling and achingly familiar at the same time. Bucky isn’t sure how much time has passed between the day he was kidnapped by Joann Schdmit and the current day, primarily because Gods were rarely fastidious about the passage of time, but also because it simply hadn’t occurred to Bucky to ruminate on it.

Olympus was his home yes, but more recently, home was wherever Tony was. Home is where the heart is,he thinks to himself, oddly fascinated by how the mortal phrase rang so true.

They left Hel shortly after Tony was done repairing his vehicle, and it was a short trip back to Olympus.

“I call it a Quinjet,” he’d said, rubbing the outer surface like one might caress a lover, “but I’m not completely decided on the name yet.”

“Quinjet sounds good,” Bucky had replied, “I like it.” Tony had smiled at him then, wide and beaming for a precious couple of seconds, before he seemed to remember that he was keeping distance from Bucky and the smile had dimmed.

Most of their trip back to Olympus had continued on in a similar fashion. Whatever it was that Bucky shattered in Hel, it was feeling unfixable - despite Rhodey’s promises that Tony was warming up to Bucky, that he had a shot. It continually felt like they were taking two steps forward and five steps backwards, but even so - Bucky wouldn’t trade the precious time he got with Tony on the Quinjet for anything.

Especially now that he knows the minute they stepped foot in Olympus, Tony hid away in his workshop without so much as a goodbye. It can’t have been more than a few days since they returned back, and yet Bucky aches with the desire to chase down his husband, demand his time and affection.

A God’s place is sacred though, a sanctuary that not even a spouse may trespass on, so Bucky is resigned to waiting for Tony to re-emerge, hoping that he’ll get a chance to talk to Tony - or at the very least, an explanation about what he did wrong.

Distantly, he wonders if the mortals he paired together ever found it quite this hard to secure the one that their heart desires. He has newfound appreciation for the troubles of the men and women he would inspire love in, because he wasn’t doing them any favours - not if it felt like this.

“Bucky!” a voice behind him cries, and Bucky turns to see Steve running up to him, arms spread out and a wide grin on his face. Before Bucky can open his mouth to ask what Steve is doing here, or how he found Bucky, or even why it’s taken Steve this long to seek him out; he’s wrapped up in Steve’s arms, one hand reaching up to cradle his chin and pull him in for a kiss.

Bucky responds almost instinctively, over a thousand years of memorising each other’s bodies, or seeking comfort in each other’s arms rising to the surface and taking a hold of him. His one arm fits itself around Steve’s waist as Steve crumples his fingers in Bucky’s hair; long and curling around his shoulder because it’s been a while since he’s cut it.

Steve’s tongue flits out, tracing the edges of his lips, and Bucky lets him in, opens his mouth and lets Steve follow familiar passages; licking inside his mouth and making Bucky’s toes curl. It’s only when Steve’s other hand snakes down to palm his rear does Bucky realise what he’s doing; who he’s doing it with - and untangles himself from Steve; breaking off their kiss with a wet pop.

Steve leans forward; chasing his lips, eyes blinking open and brows furrowing when Bucky moves his hand to still him.

“Is something the matter my love?” Steve asks with a pout, tilting his head. There was a time in Bucky’s life when he found the tilt endearing, when Steve pouting his lips made him want to lean in and pull at the bottom lip with his teeth. Now, he feels vaguely nauseated.

“Buck, Is everything okay?” he must take too long to answer, because Steve reaches out, presumably to grip his shoulder and get Bucky’s attention; but Bucky flinches before he even makes contact. He knows from the way Steve stiffens, that the movement doesn’t go unnoticed.

“Buck?” he tries again, “Did something happen to you while you were imprisoned?”

Bucky laughs lowly, “So you noticed that did you? I wasn’t sure if you even missed my presence, since my husband had to come save me. I’ve been back on Olympus almost a month, and this is the first time you’ve sought me out.”

Steve ducks his head at that, looking contrite, and if this was another time, Bucky might feel guilty for making him look like that. Now though; Bucky is rapidly realising how betrayed he felt that Steve wasn’t the one to save him; emotions that he bottled up and set aside are bubbling and boiling over - and he doesn’t have it in him to care what Steve is feeling right now.

“I was caught up with Joann,” Steve spreads his hands helplessly, “You know how it is when one of our kids succeeds. You get swept up in it, never focusing on anything else.”

“Did you know?” he asks, because even though Tony said that he was unaware, even though there was nothing to indicate that Steve knew, Bucky needs to ask. He doesn’t think he’ll sleep if he doesn’t, “Did you know what Joann was going to do to me? Did you help him? Tell me when I was weakest, the easiest way to strike? ”

Steve looks at him with an indescribable expression, “Bucky! How could you ask me that?”

“I need to know, Steven. Answer the question.”

“I didn’t know,” Steve reaches out and grips Bucky’s hand, looking at him imploringly, “I promise on my Father, I didn’t know.”

Bucky doesn’t jerk out of his grip, but he does pull until Steve loosens his hold, “Then why did you never come for me?”

It’s a question that haunted Bucky, ever since the first days when he realised that he’d been kidnapped; that a demigod had gotten the better of him. Contrary to what mortals think, he doesn’t have a lot of pride. But that doesn’t mean he has none. He might not be old, but even Bucky knows that demigods don’t take down Gods; not without help.

Steve jerks away from him, and Bucky realises with sudden clarity that he’s ashamed. Bucky doesn’t think he’s ever seen Steve ashamed.

“I didn’t notice,” he finally spits out, “Is that what you wanted to hear Bucky? That I didn’t notice? That I was too caught up in my son’s achievements to notice his failings? Not even your absence could shake me away. He was doing so well, so fierce and powerful. I couldn’t -”

He cuts off, lip curling, “It’s not an excuse, I know. But it’s all I’ve got. Is this what you wanted to hear?”

“No,” Bucky says honestly, “No it isn’t. But I needed to know. You understand that right? I needed to know.”

“Yeah I do,” Steve reaches for him again; and this time Bucky lets him, “I understand. I’m sorry. I truly am. Let me show you how much.”

“No I don’t -” Bucky grips his fingers around Steve’s wrist, stilling his hand’s descent, “I’ve had a lot of time to think Steve; during my time away. I don’t think we should do this anymore, I don’t think we should be us anymore. I’m married.”

Steve’s eyes narrow; and it’s been so long since Bucky has since his jealousy side, he’s forgotten how ugly it is, “That never stopped you before. You’ve been married over a thousand years Buck, you mean to tell me you’ve grown a conscience now?”

“Perhaps,” Bucky says, in a soft, placating tone, “Or perhaps I realised that there’s more to my husband than meets the eye. He did rescue me after all.”

“Oh so this is a pity fuck,” Steve says in a cruel tone, “You don’t owe him anything, you know that right. He’s still the same cripple you married 1000 years ago. He’s still the same God who spread his legs for anyone - “

Bucky thinks that Steve had more to say, but he doesn’t get to hear it, not when he lifts his hand and backhands him; hard enough that Steve staggers back clutching his cheek. He looks shocked, like he can’t believe what Bucky just did; but Bucky doesn’t care - he’s burning with anger.

“You would do well to watch your words Ares,” his voice drips with contempt, “that’s my husband you’re talking about. You have many liberties, but they don’t extend to the one I love.”

“So you love him now do you?” Steve’s bent over slightly; fingering touching his cheek; but the meek look does nothing to bely his words, “You always were easy Aphrodite, always so willing to bend over for the slightest morsel of affection.”

“I believe my husband told you to watch your tongue, Ares” says a voice behind them, and Bucky and Steve turn in unison to see Tony standing at the edge; leaning against a pillar, “If you don’t listen; I’ll have to take drastic measures. If memory serves, you didn’t do too well the last time you went up against me.”

It’s a low blow, to bring up the fight that almost tore Olympus apart; Tony and Steve raging at each other with the full might of their stations. Many lives were lost in the midst of their feud; and it was only Father promising Bucky’s hand in marriage to Tony that stayed the bloodshed. It’s an extremely low blow; one that Bucky wouldn’t have expected from Tony - but he can’t find it in him to be upset that Tony used it.

Steve sticks his tongue out like he wants to say something; but wisely doesn’t. Tony walks up to Bucky in purposeful strides; and wraps one hand around his bicep. It’s a distinctly possessive move; and Bucky can feel Steve’s eyes burning against the move - but they all know there’s nothing that Steve can do.

Finally, Steve straightens his back and turns on his heel, “Yes my lord,” he says in a formal tone; at complete odds with the way he’s holding himself. “I apologise Aphrodite, I spoke out of turn.”

Bucky nods, once; and Steve walks away, not giving either of them a second glance. A small part of Bucky aches; that this is how 1000 years ends, but he can’t bring himself to regret it. Perhaps how it ended, but never that it ended. Not if it lead to Tony curling his hand around Bucky’s bicep; marking Bucky as his.

“Did you mean it?” Tony asks suddenly, after Steve is gone from sight, “What you said to Steve?”

“I did,” Bucky says honestly, turning to Tony so that he can face him completely, “I tried to tell you, before we reached Olympus - but I could never find the words. And after …” he trails off, gesturing vaguely to indicate the way Tony had all but run away from him.

“You love me?” Tony asks, with no small amount of wonder in his voice, and Bucky doesn’t think he’ll ever forgive himself for the way he treated Tony, for the way Tony is still questioning his every move.

He cups Tony’s face, tilting it up slightly so that Tony can look inside his eyes and feel his sincerity, “I cannot make up for the last 1000 years. There’s no excuse, nothing I can say that will ever rationalise what I did to you; how I treated you. I was vindictive about being married off like chattel, and I took it out on you when I shouldn’t have. It was wrong; and if you allow me - I will spend the rest of my time making it up to you. I love you, my lord; utterly and completely and fully.”

Tony searches his face, and he must find what he’s looking for, because he breaks out into a tentative smile, “You love me.”

“I do,” Bucky rubs his thumb against Tony’s cheek softly, “God help me I do.”

Tony leans up on his toes, and brings their lips together; a chaste, innocent kiss. Bucky is the God of Love; he’s been with the most wanton and unscrupulous of lovers. He’s lain with more people he can count, felt thousands of different lips against his.

His husband’s however, might be his favourite.

Fin

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Shut up and Kiss me

natasha romanoff x fem! reader

warning: yelling and cursing?? otherwise kinda fluffy! ALSO!!! this is a repost from my backup blog @blkromanova !!

summary: You and Natasha get into an argument over a mission.

gif: carpebucky

Today has been one of the most stressful days ever since you’ve joined the Avengers. You’ve only been there for about a year, but still you can never catch a break. Everyone on the team was out on a mission, which rarely happens. No one saw it nessecary unless there is a threat to the entire universe, but today there was an exception.

It was a nice sunny afternoon spent cuddling in bed with your long term girlfriend, natasha in your shared bed. It was supposed to be your day off until Steve called everyone for an emergency meeting. Hydra bases have been popping up rapidly all over the globe. This mission was too big for only one team to go, so naturally Steve used the resources he has right in front of him.

“Alright everybody listen up, I need your full attention. We cannot screw this up.” Steve sternly spoke. “ As you all know, Hydra is a force to be reckon with. They have been inactive for the past couple of years, but suddenly they’re here again. I have been just informed about the bases and nothing else which means we are going in blind. I need you to be more aware than you have ever been on a mission. This may be a set up, but i am willing to give this a shot if this means we could put a stop to whatever they’re planning,” Steve pauses while he hands out folders. “Here is all the information I could give you guys about Hydra and the mission today. Read it, study it, memorize it. Everything that is is there will keep you alive. Your assigned teams should be written on the top of your folder. You have eight hours to do what you need to do and get on the quinjets. any questions?” After a pregnant pause, Steve dismissed everyone. You, along with the others, stayed to meet and talk with their teams.

“Hey you.” was wispered in your ear as you felt two dainty yet strong hands wrap around your waist. You turn around to see your beautiful girlfriend behind you. “Hey baby, are you nervous for later? It seems as of we’re on the same team! that never happens!” you exclaim. “Im more excited to kick some Hydra ass than nervous.” she slyly smirks. “Hey you two love birds! can we go over this first then y’all can be down eachothers faces?” A voice who you soon realized belonged to Sam boomed throughout the conference room. Your face beamed bright red as Nat let out a hearty cackle while flipping him the bird.

The mission was going to be more complex than just breaking into a base and kicking ass. In this case, the team has to go undercover at a charity ball. Underneath where the charity ball was being held was supposedly where Hydra is doing an illegal weapon auction. Your part of the mission was to try and distract the host into letting you get into the auction. From there the rest of your team will clear out the civilians and obtain the illegal weapons. Everyone seemed pretty on board with the plan besides Natasha.

“I don’t see why Steve can’t let me do it instead! I have more experience in my back pocket than you do y/n !” Nat yelled. “Why the fuck is it a problem? Just because you have more experience doesn’t mean I am not fully capable of compleating this mission and you know that for a fact!” You stared at her, fuming with rage. “You don’t get to decide what I can or cannot do Miss. Romanoff. If Captain Rogers, Americas very own super soldier thinks that I can get this fucking mission completed then that is what I will do you hear! I didn’t work my ass off to get this position just so my girlfriend can bitch about it! I will see you all on the quinjet in eight hours. goodbye.” you stormed out of the conference room making sure you slammed the door hard and loud.

Hours passes and you have not once seen or talked to Natasha. In all honesty, you didn’t even want to see her. When she said that you weren’t capable of pulling most of the weight of the mission hurt like hell. Natasha was the last person you’d expect to say something like that to you, but here we are. You guys never had a problem like this before, and you have no idea how, when, and where it came from.

You normally just sleep in Nat’s room, but right now you couldn’t stand her. She’s been trying to talk to you for hours, but as soon as you got up here you muted her text and calls. You even went to the extent of telling F.R.I.D.A.Y to make sure everyone, but Natasha had access to your room. Petty? yes, but you just need all the physical space you can get. You always say it’s never a good idea to go into a mission mad, but now isn’t the time to talk. Whenever you get undercover missions, it takes you a while to get your mind prepared. With the thoughts of the argument on the back peddle, you get ready for the mission.

After an hour of impromptu yoga to de-stress and a light salad, you decide it’s time to start getting ready. The reason why your role is so dangerous is that you won’t have your tactical gear on. Without your gear- if something where to happen- you would more likely to get severely hurt. In this instance, Tony had made clothing that were as durable as bullet proof vests for the team for undercover work, but the tactical gear is still safer.

You were allowed to carry two guns in your thigh holster,instead of the usual four. It was about ten minutes till the team met on the quinjet and you were starting to get nervous. Natasha would normally calm you down, but since you weren’t on speaking terms, you went to the next best thing. You took one final look at yourself in the mirror, and headed out.

Your heals clicked as you walked down the halls and out to the quinjet. You were dressed in a long red satin dress with a tasteful slit on the left side that came right up above your mid thigh. Your hair was styled in a bun with the front pieces of hair framing your face. Everyone seemed to be there and waiting for you at the foot of the quinjet. “Finally! the princess arrives!” Sam teases. You heard a myriad of compliments. “You look stunning y/n...” Nat mumbled. Instead of being the bigger person, you just walk past her and go straight to Steve to talk out your nerves. You and Steve have been friends since he first got out of the ice. He is the reason why you have the job, and how you met Nat.

After Steve goes over the plan once more the separate teams go on their way leaving you, Natasha, Steve, Sam, and Bucky in a quinjet on your way to a “charity ball” in France. Nat surprisingly hasn’t tried to talk to you again, but you two have shared eye contact many times. An hour passes and we have reached our destination. All of your nerves suddenly catch up to you. What if Nat is right? What if- your thoughts are cut off when you feel Nat’s arms around you. Instantly you feel your nerves slip away. “Hey,” she wispers softly “ I know you’re pissed at me, but we made a promise. Never go into a mission without saying I love you.” Her hand travels up your arm to the side of your cheek, caressing it softly. You take a deep breath “ God, i might be pissed at you, but I will never stop loving you.” you smile weakly. “I was kind of an ass, but I love you with my whole heart. Just know I didn’t mean it. I wanted to protect you, baby. You know how dangerous these missions are.” she pleaded. “Yes, tasha I get it, but you don’t get to make that call. I wouldn’t signed up for this job if I didn’t know the dangers.” You sigh. “I know, I know, and Im so sorry, my love.” She kissed my hand as i rolled my eyes playfully. “Shut up and kiss me already.” you giggled as she leaned in. “My wish is your command.” she smirked

#natasha romanoff #nat x reader #steve rogers #avengers #mcu fanfiction #mcu #mcu fic #natasha x reader #natasha x y/n #natasha romanov #black widow #black widow x y/n #wlw fic

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stovetuna · 4 years

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would you ever consider,,,,,,writing a fix it fic,,,,,,for endgame,,,,,,,pls im starved but also I love you so fuckin much your writing brings me joy

HEART EYES oh my gosh, thank you, anon. I hope this is sufficient.

full disclosure, I’m absolutely useless when it comes to the “logic” of time travel, so a lot of liberties are being taken here for the sake of story.

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Moments after the bright blue light of Tony’s arc reactor goes dark, Steve knows what he has to do.

He grieves, at first. He could hardly do anything else. Hell, it’s everything he can do not to let a howl out, the one clutching at his throat right now that’s equal parts devastation and rage. He swallows the raw, unholy sound and he weeps instead, like he’s never wept before—not for Bucky, or Peggy, or the Commandos, or Natasha, or Sam, or anyone—and then he falls to his knees in the ash and mud, everything that’s left of Tony’s last act of defiance.

The words echo across the years like the worst kind of phantom pain as Steve looks and looks and looks at Tony, Tony’s corpse, Tony’s unnaturally lifeless body that doesn’t make sense to see, I think I would just cut the wire.

Always a way out.

Steve wishes he could go back in time and punch himself in the teeth, just like Tony said.

Around him, heroes kneel, silent. No one talks about what has to be done, what the world will be like without Tony Stark, how they’re supposed to go on—for the moment, everything is still, and just as the blue light of the arc reactor had flickered out moments ago (wrong wrong wrong it should be shining like a solar flare he should have lived it should be him against that rock) Steve feels something flicker to life inside his own chest. It’s faint, but glows steady. Only he can see it, feel it; only he knows what it means.

It’s a choice, an easy one, that Steve’s already made.

After the funeral, Bruce sends him back with the stones. Clipping branches takes time, but it’s hardly tedious: First he returns to Morag, walks past Quill’s prone, snoring figure, and returns the Power stone to its place in the timeline. Like something out of Indiana Jones, Steve thinks to himself as he does it, but it’s not his voice he hears. It’s Tony’s, because only Tony would see a dangerous, precarious situation like this and make a pop culture reference.

They watched that one together. Just him and Tony, early on, when things were still good. Tense, maybe—brittle, but good. Before Steve knew about Bucky, or HYDRA, or Tony’s parents; before Steve realized he did in fact know how to lie, but only when it came to Tony Stark. They’d drank good beer and talked gingerly around the subject of Steve’s adjustment to the 21st century; Steve couldn’t help but think of Tony when Indiana shot the swordsman, remembering what Tony had said on the helicarrier with startling clarity, the opposite of how he’d been thinking in the moment: I think I would just cut the wire.

Now, Steve pushes the orb back through the energy barrier, mouth pressed in a firm line. The burns will heal, in time. He has plenty of it, after all, and the pain is a cheap price compared to what he felt watching Tony die, and it’s a price he’s more than willing to pay if this works.

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The Soul Stone is hard, not because of the climb, or the Red Skull (although, in fairness, it does throw Steve for a moment), but because he has to watch the soul stone plummet to the earth knowing it won’t bring Natasha back. There are only so many things he can fix, and this isn’t one of them.

“What’s done is done,” Schmidt says, sadder than Steve ever heard him in life. Turning around, Steve looks at the cloaked figure floating, weightless, a few inches above the ground. He doesn’t feel pity, per se, but there’s a misery to Schmidt’s expression that looks deeply carved. Earned. Painful. He looks the way Steve feels, standing there in the place where Nat died.

“What was it like?” Steve asks, meaning the moment when Schmidt held the cube and disappeared. It doesn’t even register that he’s spoken until Schmidt is looking at him and speaking back.

“Death would have been preferable,” comes the reply. Steve doesn’t have to go far to remember Tony’s slack, expressionless face, how sickeningly wrong it felt to see death in a place it didn’t belong. It would be unbearable to even imagine that moment for more than a second if Steve didn’t have an extra vial of Pym particles tucked away in his belt.

“Yeah,” Steve mutters. “I know what you mean.”

Natasha would be proud of him, the way he punches Skull clean through the side of the mountain on his way out.

Returning the Reality stone is…complicated.

Rocket and Thor had conveniently forgotten to mention how they got the stuff out of Dr. Foster—maybe Thor didn’t even know, since he’d been having a conversation with his mother at the time, according to Rocket’s later recounting of events—which means Steve is left standing over a sleeping stranger with a syringe filled with dangerous miasma with no clue what to do.

He can hear Tony in his head again, a welcome rupturing of the tension that’s making it hard for Steve to even breathe, let alone think his own thoughts: stick ‘er with the pointy end.

It’s solid advice, actually. But for a moment, all Steve can think about is how dearly he misses that voice in his ear, his head, his life, even though he’s lived less than seventy-two hours without it, but that’s seventy-two hours (plus/minus seven years and change) too long. He’s getting impatient, putting things back the way they were just to get to where he should have been all along, and he doesn’t want to waste a minute watching Dr. Foster sleep when he knows he could be spending that precious time getting back to Tony.

Life, Steve’s learned too many times in too many devastating ways, is too goddamn short. Tony didn’t hesitate, in the end, so Steve won’t either. Not now.

Holding his breath, Steve sticks Dr. Foster with the pointy end and then runs like hell.

The Sanctum Sanctorum is remarkably unscathed despite being surrounded on all sides by Chitauri carcasses and broken alien tech. Dust from the rubble and ash permeates the air so thickly it’s like trying to breathe plaster of Paris without a mask. Steve coughs as he knocks on the front door, grateful all over again to be cured of his asthma.

The person who opens the door is far from expected, but like Nat told Scott that fateful day back at the compound, nothing’s crazy anymore.

“You’re not who I was expecting,” they say, lackadaisical like they’re not surrounded by dead aliens that just fell out of the sky. Bruce and Stephen had told him the Ancient One was a bit, well, strange, but Steve certainly wasn’t expecting this much archness wrapped up in sunflower yellow.

What, did Big Bird suddenly decide to take up transcendental meditation? Tony’s voice snarks. Steve bites his tongue for a second to hold off the snort threatening to escape him. The Ancient One raises an eyebrow (or lack thereof) at him with a smirk.

“Is he close, still?”

Steve’s thoughts go silent so fast his head spins. “I’m sorry?”

The Ancient One steps forward. “I’m sure you are,” they say. It feels dangerous, standing out here on the front steps like this, but if the Ancient One doesn’t flinch at being exposed, then neither will Steve. They hold out their hand with a beatific smile.

“I won’t ask how it all went,” they whisper conspiratorially, “but do tell me one thing: is Bruce alright?”

The Time stone flashes a vivid green from the safety of its cradle of dense foam inside the carbon steel suitcase, which Steve holds out to the Ancient One like one would a box with an engagement ring inside.

“Bruce is fine,” he says. The but goes unspoken. One look at Steve and the Ancient One knew exactly what his plan was, apparently. He’s still reeling from their earlier comment. He watches the stone float up from the suitcase and drift toward the amulet resting against the Ancient One’s stomach; their hands flicker and move as it opens with a whisper of metal and gears that reminds Steve poignantly, painfully, of Tony.

There had been a couple of years there, the good ones, when he’d spent a lot of time watching Tony in his workshop, learning the ways in which Tony’s genius applied itself to the world. Everything from DUM-E to JARVIS to the suits to their comms to the reactor powering the tower to proprietary satellites to pasta carbonara, Tony’s mind was capable of it all, and then some. And it all lived inside a man who drove Steve crazy with anger and frustration and awe and lust and who gave Steve so unbelievably much without asking for anything, anything in return except Steve’s friendship and trust and instead Steve had given Tony the awful truth about his parents two years too late.

After Siberia, Steve spent most nights awake, standing on balconies and rooftops just holding the flip phone and thinking back to those earlier days with the kind of bitterly pitiful regret of the truly stupid: of course he’d been infatuated, back then. Of course he’d run away from the very thought. There’d been Pepper, obviously, and it was Tony. More to the point, it was them: Steve and Tony, oil and water, north and south, futurist and idealist, stubborn and stubborner still, always opposite in all the ways that mattered.

Of course he’d used that as an excuse. God forbid Steve Rogers ever admit to being afraid.

The Ancient One closes the amulet with a slow, gentle glide of their pale, steady hands. Tony’s were darker, bigger, stronger, more. Not capable of this kind of magic, but to Steve, Tony’s mind was magic. And his heart was made of pure light. He’d placed it in Steve’s hand. Steve never told anyone how it burned him to hold it, or that he’d prayed for the wound not to heal.

He’d cried the next morning—for their losses, yes, but mostly because he had healed. It was torture, feeling one way but appearing the opposite. It was one of the ways he and Tony had come to understand each other, over the years prior: sometimes what appears on the outside isn’t the truth of what lives on the inside.

Looking up into the Ancient One’s eyes feels like falling headfirst into time, itself.

“I would caution you against your choice,” they say, wise and mischievous at the same time, somehow, “but I know you will set things right, when the time comes.”

Steve closes the suitcase and nods. He tries not to think about Tony’s funeral. The way the first arc reactor Tony had ever built floated off on a wreath of flowers across the surface of the lake, quiet and all heart, the way Tony had been at the last.

He has to go back there, one day.

But not yet.

His past self is still lying unconscious on the glass walkway where Steve left him when he returns. Arms and legs akimbo, that charmingly ridiculous uniform stretching to compensate for the awkward splaying of limbs, Steve Rogers of 2012 looks like a child who went down for a nap, hard. In so many ways, he was a kid, back then, and yet so old. Too old, too soon.

You’re just a little unstuck, Billy, Tony had said to him once when he’d found Steve awake in the communal kitchen at 4 AM, too riled by a nightmare to go back to sleep. At Steve’s confused look, he’d smiled—kind, soft, caring—and two days later gave him a first edition signed copy of a novel by someone named Kurt Vonnegut.

Listen: Billy Pilgrim has come unstuck in time.

He read it cover-to-cover twice before he went looking for Tony in the workshop to thank him with a hug. One of the few they’d ever shared, and all the more precious for it.

Steve Rogers of 2023 knows this kid won’t hesitate to seize the opportunity he’s about to be presented with.

“Look alive, soldier,” he barks. Rogers coughs and splutters and springs to his feet like something stung him right on the ass. As soon as he registers Steve, his copy, standing in front of him, he falls back on his heels into a fighting stance. It’s wobbly around the knees, but Steve doesn’t bother correcting his stance. This isn’t what he’s come to do.

“Listen to me, and listen carefully,” he says, and then he tells him everything he needs to know.

Bucky is alive. You can save him.

Peggy, too. You can be with her.

The war is over. You can live without it.

You can go home. You get to have one.

Imagine it.

Rogers looks at the time-space GPS with a degree of skepticism Steve forgot that face was capable of. After talking trees and raccoons and living Norse gods and alien armies from outer space and Titans and time travel—after Tony Stark—nothing seems impossible anymore.

Finally, finally, Rogers holds out his hand, palm to heaven. Steve’s stomach tightens painfully to remove the device from his hand, but he thinks of what’s waiting for him downstairs, and letting go has never been so easy. Rogers holds it like a bomb waiting to go off, wary and fearful, but excited, too.

Then, he looks at Steve, lit up the way a child whose parent has just given them a whole dollar to spend might be.

“Are you sure?”

“More than I’ve ever been.”

Rogers’ face tightens. “What about—” he glances down through the glass. “The others? Will they know? Will they be alright?”

“I’ll handle it,” he says. He’s taking a page out of Tony’s book here, winging it where he’s used to planning. Bucky was proud when Steve told him his half-cocked idea to go back in time to be with Tony Stark, however Tony would have him.

How’re you gonna figure out being both Steves at once?

I’ll handle it.

And if they figure it out?

They’ll handle it.

Rogers is hesitating. He doesn’t want to be selfish—that’s not in his nature. Steve smiles and reaches out, cups his hands around the one with the device and closes Rogers’ fingers around it.

“It’s okay,” he says. You’re allowed to be selfish, when it’s the right thing to do.

Looking at his younger self is dizzying, like vertigo. Tony once mentioned having a huge crush on Jimmy Stewart when they watched that movie as a team, which is how Steve learned Tony Stark liked men, too. That was the night his world really turned upside-down.

Steve reaches into his belt and hands Rogers the extra vial. Enough for one trip. He’ll never get his dance with Peggy, but she’ll get hers.

Steve will just have to dance with Tony, instead. What a hardship.

He’s smiling, looking vaguely downwards where he knows Tony is, when Rogers looks at him and asks, “Why?”

Steve dials the date and time and coordinates from memory.

A week from Saturday.

The Stork Club.

Eight o’ clock, on the dot.

The past is past, except when it’s not. Rogers is unstuck, but Steve isn’t. Not anymore. He hasn’t been for a long, long time.

He shrugs. Smiles, easy, the way he couldn’t when he was Rogers’ age, fresh out of the ice and soul-broken, hopeless.

“I’m home.”

The last test is the hardest. Steve goes down to the lobby via the elevator, carrying the scepter in one hand and the suitcase containing the space stone in the other. He’s dressed in his 2012 uniform again, and he didn’t miss the way it rides up his ass, but he’s got more important things to think about.

There’s still a commotion happening in the lobby, the fallout of Tony’s self-inflicted heart attack diversion, but Steve manages to force himself away from where he knows Tony is to walk right up to Alexander Pierce. He would dearly love to drop the man right here and now in this lobby, audience be damned, but he has a part to play, yet.

Steve tamps down the urge and rage long enough to present Pierce with the last stone. The look that flickers behind Pierce’s shrewd blue eyes is telling enough—Steve could punch himself, it’s so obvious. Glee, hunger, intent, all there, malicious and toxic. HYDRA, right out there in the open.

He’ll deal with it later. With extreme prejudice.

“The cube was just a housing unit,” Steve explains, slipping back into his old by-the-book tone of voice like one slips on a pair of well-worn leather shoes. Pierce takes it with an eerie smile.

“Very good, Captain.” At Pierce’s nod, Steve straightens, looks back with a knowing smirk, and nods in return. Rumlow would have already updated him about Steve’s words in the elevator; now the rest of it—rescuing Bucky, infiltrating SHIELD, destroying HYDRA and Pierce with it—is up to Steve.

But first.

“If you’ll excuse me, sir,” Steve says deferentially, already moving away from Pierce toward the circle of black suits hovering around Tony and Thor like expectant vultures at the feast. His heart is in his throat, racing.

“Get your hands off me!”

Tony.

Thor is running interference on the suits, pushing and holding them back, Mjolnir in hand. He clears a space for Steve to walk through with a nod. Steve nods back, but his eyes are elsewhere.

Tony.

“I said let go of me, Mall Cop! I’m fine, I don’t need your help.”

Pepper always says I’m the best at taking care of others at the expense of myself, Tony had told him once. They’d been sitting on the edge of the landing pad near the top of the tower at sunset, going over what went wrong with whatever battle had happened that day. Steve had spent the entire conversation with one hand shoved under his thigh to stop himself from reaching out to hold Tony’s, who’d put himself in the line of fire—unnecessarily—and had nearly given Steve a panic attack.

A panic attack. How quaint, compared to a shattered heart.

She’s right, Steve had replied, but then Pepper’s right about everything.

Most things, Tony said. I’m still not sure if she’s right about me.

Steve still remembers the way his hand had clenched under his thigh at those words. What do you mean?

Tony had looked out over the city, not gloating or smug the way Steve had assumed he would be when they first met and Steve learned billionaires were a thing that existed—quite prevalently—in the 21st century, but wistfully, like he couldn’t believe he had the view at all.

Most days I wake up expecting her to be standing by the bed fully dressed, waiting for me to open my eyes so she can tell me it’s over, he’d said, quiet so only Steve could hear, like the whole city was listening in and Tony wanted to keep this moment between them. I don’t think she’s right about choosing me.

Steve could have painted Tony in that moment: vulnerable, eyes and skin and hair glowing like fire and honey and whiskey in the light of the setting sun as it glinted off the cityscape. He was handsome, small but strong, nervous but brave, and so unbelievably worth choosing it took every ounce of Steve’s strength to keep his hand under his thigh. To not reach out and take Tony’s face in his hands and just—

Tony, he’d said softly, urgently but without force, waiting until Tony looked him in the eye to say what he’d been holding back for years and even then it was only the tip of the tip of the iceberg: You are worth choosing.

The way Tony had stared back at Steve then is not unlike the way he looks up at him now: from the floor of the lobby of Stark Tower, roughed up and shellshocked from the battle and his brief introduction to outer space and a minor cardiac episode, but relieved and inarticulately happy to see Steve there among the suits.

“O Captain, my captain!” Tony crows, wheezing slightly on the last syllable in a way that is far too endearing for Steve to handle, especially given his own fragile state. When Tony reaches a hand up, Steve doesn’t hesitate to take it and haul him to his feet.

Tony is alive. Standing there, in front of Steve, alive. Younger, smoother around some edges and sharper in others, beautiful like a sunset and a sunrise rolled into one—an astronomical anomaly of the rarest kind. The Black Sabbath t-shirt is singed but mostly whole, and Steve wants to linger on that detail, except he can’t.

“You alright there, Cap? You’re looking a little blue around the gills…”

Blue. Blueblueblueblueblueblue.

The burning light at the center of Tony Stark is so blue, a glowing circle shining out from behind that silly threadbare band t-shirt like a beacon in the night, guiding Steve home. How is no one else marveling at this? At Tony Stark, alive?

He’s staring. At Tony’s chest. He knows he is, but there’s no helping it. Just like there’s no helping the way he reaches out and pulls Tony into a hug like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do. It wasn’t long ago he’d carried this same body, suit and all, off the battlefield, crying himself hoarse even as he laid Tony out on a patch of grass in the sun away from the smoke and desolation. He’d watched this man die not seventy-two hours ago, and here was Tony, in his arms the way Steve should have held him years and years and years ago, alive.

It shouldn’t be possible. But as he’s learned ten times over, when it comes to Tony Stark, impossible is only a matter of perspective (and a little bit of elbow grease).

Steve muffles his hitching breaths against Tony’s shoulder, trying desperately to compose himself even as he falls apart. He’s failing, but can’t bring himself to care. Tony returns his embrace haltingly, like he can’t believe it’s happening, but then neither can Steve.

“It’s alright, big guy. Party’s over,” Tony chuckles into his ear, nervous, patting Steve on the shoulder from under his arm in an awkward bend. “I’m fine, I promise.“ He does the unthinkable, then, Tony: he steps back and takes Steve’s hand and lays it flat against his chest so Steve can feel the strong thud of his heartbeat and the low, steady hum of the arc reactor at the same time. “See?” Tony says with a quicksilver smile, “alive and well.”

Steve knows his eyes are wet. His hair is a mess and he’s still grieving his Tony, and that grief is a ten-ton weight in his stomach. And yet, standing here looking into this Tony’s big brown eyes, faced with that benevolent (if teasing) smile and generous heart, Steve feels young and limitless, weightless, like he’d float off the floor if it weren’t for Tony, who’s still holding his hand against his chest.

Steve knows this is selfish and reckless and his staying here could break the fabric of reality itself, but he would choose this—he’d choose Tony, warm and alive and smiling at him—every time. There are battles to be fought and truths to be told and lives to save, and he may never get to have Tony in all the ways he wants him in this or any timeline, but he’s willing to wing it and see.

Who knows—they could very well end up married.

Crazier and more impossible things have happened.

“Alive is good,” Steve says, locking a sob away behind a smile so big it strains his cheeks. “It means you can still pay for shawarma.”

Tony’s face goes slack with surprise, and then he’s laughing so hard he’s cackling, leaning into Steve’s steady hand for support. Steve can feel Tony’s laugh as much as he can hear it: it feels like home and sounds like rock music and looks like sunlight spilling out between his fingers, bright blue.

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also on AO3! https://archiveofourown.org/works/22299358

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Beer Pong

Fandom: Marvel (College AU)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

As requested by anonymous: Hi, so that frat boy chris gif set is giving me so many feelings and I was wondering if I could request some frat boy! Steve smut? Like reader has a class with him and he seems so quiet and out of place for a stereotypical frat house, but then they see him at a party and hes just as drunk and wild as the rest of them, so they decide to talk to him and kachow! They're doing the do.

warning: smut

A/N: yeeeaaah we don’t condone drunk sex here. so i tweaked the request a bit. also, THIS IS REALLY LONG. I’M SORRY GUYS! I GOT TOO INTO IT! 4.5K WORDS! I’M SO, SO SORRY! I HOPE YOU DON’T HATE ME!

“Hilly, I really didn’t wanna come here!” you tried to pull against the tight grip your best friend, Brunnhilde aka Hilly, had on your wrist.

Hilly rolled her eyes, “No, Y/N. You’ve been holed up in our apartment for too long! You need to go out and let loose!”

“No! I-Hilly!! Stop it!” due to her strength, your best friend was able to pull you into the frat house that was bumping with loud music and people yelling and cheering.

You winced at how loud the music was playing. People all had the stereotypical red cups in their hand, filled to the brim with booze. People were grinding on each other to the music, couples were making out in the dark corners of the house. The entire place smelled of sweat and alcohol. You didn’t like this at all.

Hilly continued to drag you through the house and out the back to the backyard where there were even more people. Her grip on you didn’t ease until she ran into Thor, a guy you had European history with.

“There you are, you big oaf!” Hilly punched Thor in the arm and he chuckled.

“I told you I’d be in the backyard!” he looked behind Hilly and waved at you with a smile, “Hello, Y/N!”

You waved, “Hey Thor.”

“I didn’t expect to see you here. As I recall these aren’t your thing.” he gave Hilly a pointed look, who then shrugged and grabbed the cup from his hand, drinking all of its contents.

You snorted, “Yeah, well, my wonderful best friend thought it’d be good to bring me, despite my rejection.”

Thor nodded, “I see, well, now that you’re here, come play with us! Steve needs a partner because Barnes went off with someone.”

Your ear perked at the familiar name, “Steve? As in Steve Rogers?”

Thor smirked at your sudden interest, “The very same,” he offered his arm to you, “Come along.” Hilly had already went over to the beer pong table where several people were gathered around. When you drew closer, Thor yelled, “Steve! I found you a partner!”

Steve turned towards Thor, his eyes brightening and smile widening at the sight of you, “Y/N! Hi!” he rushed over to you, crushing you in his arms with a hug, “I didn’t think I’d see you here!”

You nervously laughed, “Yeah, uh, same here. You’re a frat boy?”

He shrugged, “Yeah. Surprised?”

“A little. I mean in class you’re so shy and quiet unlike-”

“YEEEAAAH! THAT’S MY BOY!” you heard Luis, another classmate of yours, yell to his friend, Scott who managed to win their round of beer pong.

“-them,” you chuckled at the sight.

“I’m a business major like the rest of ‘em.”

You slowly nodded, “Wow. I’ve sat next to you for half a semester and I’m just finding this out.”

He shrugged, “Well, we hardly get time to chat. Fury is always on people who even asks the person next to them for a pencil.”

You laughed, “That’s true!”

Steve looked down and took note of your empty hands, “You wanna drink?”

You shook your head, “I don’t drink alcohol.”

“That’s fine. We have water, soda, orange juice too, unless Nat and her friends used it all for the mimosas.”

“Water’s fine.”

He shot you a smile and then excused himself to head back inside the house. Once out of sight, Hilly practically ran into your side, “I saw you talking to him! What’d he say? Did he ask you out yet?”

You snorted, “No, Hilly. We just talked about school. And he’ll definitely not want to ask me out. I’m not his type!”

She arched a brow at you, “You know his type?”

“He’s like any frat boy here. Some tall, skinny chick in a sorority who likes to party and drink. I’m not like that.”

“But Steve isn’t like all these other frat boys,” Hilly pointed out before heading back to the beer pong table. It was her and Thor against Sam and Scott’s girlfriend, Hope.

Steve startled you when he appeared back at your side, “Sorry,” he gave you a sheepish look.

You took the water bottle from his hands, “Thanks and it’s alright.” you twisted the cap open and gulped nearly half the bottle down, which made Steve snicker.

“Thirsty much?”

You giggled, “You have no idea. Anyway, Thor said you needed a partner for the game?” you asked, nodding towards the pong table.

“Yeah, but you don’t have to play if you don’t want to.”

You shrugged, “It’s fine. Might as well, right?”

“I suppose. I’ll drink your drinks too since you said you don’t drink.”

You graciously smiled at him, “Thanks, Steve.”

“No problem, Y/N.”

___________________________

Three rounds of beer pong and you and Steve have been undefeated. Steve, because he took on the responsibility of drinking your drinks, was now soooooo drunk. Every time the ball landed in the other team’s cup, he’d do this adorable dance that always made you laugh. And you noticed whenever you laughed, a big smile would appear on his face and he’d get this look in his eyes. It brought butterflies to your tummy, but it also made you nervous. You’re not Steve’s type. You’ll never be Steve’s type. You needed to get that into your head now before you started to fall harder for him.

It was your turn and the opposing team, Tony and Clint, had one more cup to go. You rolled the ping pong ball in your hand, trying to concentrate. Steve stood right behind you, his front pressed up against your back.

He leaned over and whispered into your ear, “You got this, Y/N. This is for the win. I believe in you.” You could feel your face heating up from not only his closeness but the fact that he had both hands on your hips.

“Okay. Here it goes!” you tossed the ball across the table and...SPLOOSH.

“YEEEAAH! WE WON! YOU DID IT, BABY!” Steve picked you up into his arms and kissed you on the mouth.

Realizing what was happening, you pulled away, staring at Steve wide-eyed, who, in return, stared back at you just the same.

“Fuck,” he stepped away from you, nervously rubbing the back of his neck, “Shit. I-I’m sorry. I’m drunk! But that’s not an excuse! I just-” his body sagged, “You can leave, if I made you uncomfortable. I-I understand.”

You stared at Steve and without hesitation, you pulled him in for another kiss. Cheers and applause erupted around the two of you which made you break the kiss in laughter.

Steve’s hands remained on your hips, his forehead resting against yours. He groaned, “I really want you, Y/N.” he’s grinding his crotch into yours and you whimper, which causes him to moan again, “God, I could make you feel so good, baby. Lemme make you feel good.” he’s practically dry humping you in front of everyone, which makes you push him away.

“Steve, stop. You’re-You’re drunk. This-This can’t happen. You don’t want me. Not really.”

“Y/N-”

“I’m gonna go.” You turned your back to him and ran out of the backyard. His cries for you falling deaf upon your ears.

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You woke up the next morning with a groan. The events of last night replaying through your head and you dug your face into your pillow. You kissed Steve Rogers. Twice. He wanted you, but he was drunk, and that’s what probably hurt the most. Knowing he wouldn’t want you sober.

You let out a frustrated sigh as you grabbed your phone and looked at your notifications. You hadn’t even looked at it when you got back to your dorm and went straight to sleep.

Hilly: where’d you go??

Hilly: thor said you just left after kissing steve??

Hilly: seriously, Y/N, where did you go?!

Hilly: YOU BETTER LET ME KNOW WHERE YOU ARE OR I’M CALLING CAMPUS POLICE TO LOOK FOR YOU!

You glanced towards Hilly’s bed to see that she was completely passed out. Thor probably brought her back. She always went too hard with her alcohol.

You checked your other messages. One was from Thor:

Thor: brought Hilly back. She was freaking out about not knowing where you were. But she was happy to see you in bed when I brought her back. Also, you and Steve huh? ;)

The last batch of messages were from Steve. Some were from last night and the others from early this morning:

Steve: Y/N, im sorry! plasse coe back!

Steve: I wan talk!

Steve: I know I mseed up!

Steve: at least teell me you got bcak safe!

He was still clearly drunk when he texted you those. Then you read the ones from early this morning:

Steve: Y/N, I’m really sorry I made you uncomfortable last night. I don’t know what I was doing.

Steve: I know that’s a poor excuse, but this is me trying to make up for it. Can we talk?

Steve: well, i’ll be at the house nursing my hangover the entire day, so if you’re willing to talk. you can come by? or I can come to you? Whatever makes you comfortable.

And that was that.

You tossed your phone onto your bed and sat up. You can do one of two things: 1) be completely immature and pretend all of last night didn’t happen or 2) be a responsible adult and talk things out with Steve.

As much as you wanted to do number 1, the logical part of your brain told you to do number 2. So number 2 it is.

__________________________

Steve stared at his phone, specifically the messages he had sent you last night and this morning. You read them, but hadn’t responded to him at all. He tossed the phone onto the couch in the living room of the frat house cursing.

Bucky walked over and plopped down next to Steve, “You okay, pal?”

“I think I ruined my chances with Y/N,” he mumbled regretfully.

“Ah yes. You kissed her. She kissed you. You started dry humping her and then she ditched. Way to go. You really do know how to deal with the ladies, pal.”

Steve punched his best friend in the arm, “This isn’t funny, Buck! I really like Y/N and I fucking blew it! Why the hell did I have to get plastered last night?!”

Sam groaned as he trudged over to the couch, “Too loud. No yelling,” he grumbled as he fell into one of the bean bags on the floor, “Why’re you yellin’ anyway?”

“He fucked up his chance with Y/N,” Bucky said with a smirk.

Sam snorted, “Was it the kiss or the dry humping?”

I WASN’T DRY HUMPING HER!” Steve yelled which made Sam whine. He pushed off the couch and marched towards the stairs, “I was gonna ask you two for help with apologizing to her and telling her how I feel but fuck you guys! You’re no help at all!” he purposefully stomped up every step of the way just to irritate Sam.

The doorbell rang and Bucky got up with a grunt, and went over to open the door. An immediate smile appeared on his face, “Hey, Y/N.”

You shyly smiled at him, “Hey, Bucky. Um, is Steve here?”

“Yeah. Hold on.” Bucky faced the inside of the house, cupped his hands around his mouth, “Hey, Steve! Y/N’s here!”

Steve hollered back from downstairs, “THAT’S NOT FUNNY, BUCKY!”

“I’m serious, man! She’s here!”

“YEAH RIGHT!”

“SHE’S REALLY HERE YOU DUMBASS! NOW GET DOWN HERE SO EVERYONE CAN STOP FUCKING YELLING!” Sam yelled from his seat in the bean bag. You couldn’t help but giggle at the hole affair.

You heard hurried stomping upstairs and then Steve came bolting down the stairs towards you and Bucky, “Y/N!” he slid to a halt before you.

“Um, hi, Steve.”

With small pants, he said, “Hi,” back.

Bucky pat his friend on the shoulder, “Weeeeell, I’ll leave you guys alone. Sam, you want a hangover special?”

“God, yes!”

Sam followed Bucky to the kitchen and you awkwardly chuckled, “So, uh, you wanted to talk?”

“Right, um, is it okay if we can do this in my room? I’d prefer the privacy.”

You nodded, “Sure,” you walked back into the house, surprised that it didn’t look completely trashed.

“I cleaned up as soon as I woke up,” Steve stated as he walked up the stairs.

“You seem fine for someone who claims to have a hangover,” you noted.

“It was bad when I woke up earlier. The headache and sound sensitivity has died down now. So I’m pretty much good. Can’t say the same for Sam or some of the others though.”

He held the door to his room open for you and you walked in, immediately sitting down at his desk chair. After closing the door behind him, he walked over to his bed, sitting at the edge. He looked down at his lap, nervously twiddling his thumbs around, “So, uh, I’m sorry about last night. I was drunk and I kissed you and it was uncalled for. And, well, the grinding thing. Everyone is saying I was dry humping you, but I don’t think I was. Was I?”

You awkwardly scrunched your face up, “You kinda were, Steve.”

He groaned and put his head in his hands, “God fucking-I’m so sorry, Y/N! I really-I don’t know what I was thinking. I was so gone and I guess my feelings for you plus the amount of alcohol I had brought that out in me and-”

“You have feelings for me?”

“Well, yeah. I mean you’re so smart and funny and beautiful. The conversations we’ve had before and after class, they always make my days so much better. But I just had to fuck it up.” Steve fell back against his bed, staring up at the ceiling.

He heard the screech of his chair against the wooden floor and the padding of your feet towards him. He thought you were going to sit beside him, but no, you crawled on top of him, straddling his lap, which made him sit up.

“Y/N, wha-” you cupped Steve’s face and pressed your lips against his. This kiss was different from the last two. The last two was desperate and rushed. This one was soft and meaningful.

Steve wrapped his arms around you and rolled you over so that now he was on top and you were on the bed. Your hands pulled at the hem of his shirt and he broke the kiss, “Wait. Wait. So this,” he gestures between the two of you, “it’s mutual? You really like me too?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, “Of course, I like you, Steve! I kissed you, didn’t I?”

“Well yeah, but-actually. I don’t know where I was going with this. I like you and you like me and now-now I wanna get naked with you.”

You laughed again, “Get naked with me? You sound like a child.” he gave you a shrug and pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it onto the ground.

You sat up doing the same while Steve hopped off the bed, tugging off his sweats. He fell onto the floor whilst doing so which made you laugh. Hard.

You curled up into a ball on his bed, clutching your stomach, “Y-You just-and you were-HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

Steve rolled his eyes and proceeded to kick off his pants, his boxers joining them. Then there he stood before you, naked as the day he was born, pouting, “This is not how our first time together is supposed to go!”

“I-I’m-I’m sorry! You-You just-AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

Steve growled and he pounced on you, throwing his entire weight on top of you causing you to yelp. You tried pushing him off, but he took your wrists pinning them to the bed. His usual bright blue eyes were now a darker blue, “Baby girl, you better stop laughing. Right now.”

You pulled your lips in, trying not to laugh some more. You found this side of Steve incredibly sexy, but the fact that he fell on his ass a minute ago was just too funny.

You found yourself giggling again and Steve pushed his bare hips down on your clothed ones, “Sweetheart, I ain’t gonna fuck ya if you keep laughing at me.”

You visibly gulped, swallowing down your laughter as you mustered out a “Sorry, Steve.”

His eyes softened then, “You good now?” when you nodded, Steve let go of you, “Good. Now let’s even out the playing field, shall we?” and he was back to your soft Steve again. Looks like you’ll have to explore that darker side of him later.

With your pants somewhere on the floor, and your bra and underwear joining it, you were bare before Steve. Laying in his bed and looking like an angel.

“Goddamn. I think I’m dreaming.” his hand went down to his hard cock, slowly stroking it.

You bent your fingers in a ‘come hither’ motion and he proceeded to crawl closer to you, body hovering over yours as he bent down for a searing kiss. One hand ran down your body, while the other kept him up right. He kneaded at your breasts, pinching and pulling at your hardened nubs makin you moan into his lips.

“I love those sounds of yours. Lemme hear them again,” he breathed against your lips as his hand traveled further down to your pussy, his fingers rubbing down onto your clit before moving further to your slick, “This okay?” he asked before going any further.

You nodded, “More, Steve. Please.”

Without a second thought, his middle finger dipped into your core. You were wet but not wet enough yet. He wanted to change that, “Can I taste you, sweetheart? Hm? Can I taste that sweet pussy of yours?”

“Oh fuck yes,” you breathed out. You could already feel yourself getting wetter just by Steve’s dirty talk. You didn’t expect this out of him at all.

Steve spread your legs further before laying onto his stomach in-between them. His fingers began to tease you, running along your slit, rubbing slow, circles around your clit. It was nice, bu not what you wanted.

“Steeeeve!” you whined, causing him to chuckle.

“It’s alright, Y/N. I hear ya.” he leaned him, licking a stripe up your slit, which resulted you letting out a sigh of relief. Finally getting to the good stuff.

His fingers spread your pussy lips open and he delved in. His tongue licking up your sweet juices, the tip teasing your hole, and then going up to flick at your nub.

Your hands went to his hair, gripping the blonde tresses in pleasure, tugging at them, causing Steve to moan into your heat. And it was a very sexy, animalistic moan. So...Steve’s got a hair pulling kink. Gotta add that to the list of surprising things you’re finding out about him.

“God, Steve. You’re so good at that,” you moaned, eyes glancing down at the oh so wonderful sight before you.

If someone told you that Steve Rogers, your semester long crush, would be naked and going down on you, two days ago, you’d call them crazy. The thought only seemed like a dream and now your dream has come true. And holy fuck is this so much better than you ever thought it would be.

Your nails scraped against Steve’s scalp as his tongue occupied your clit, while a finger slipped into your hole. You pushed your head back against the mattress mumbling, “Holy fucking shit, Steve.”

You heard him chuckle as he continued to pleasure you with his tongue, “You’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted, Y/N.” he gave you a wink and it made you whimper.

“Steve, no more. I want you inside of me. Please.” you batted your eyes at him, hoping they’d give him the right affect. They did.

He sat up, wiping your juices off his mouth, “You want it, huh?” he gripped his rock hard cock in his hand, “You want me to fuck you?”

You nodded, “Yes, please, Stevie,” you looked your legs around him, pulling him in, “so, so much.”

He smirked as he placed a hand by your head, holding him up. His other, still wrapped around his dick, “I can’t say no to you, Y/N.” he leaned in, teasing your clit with his tip. The precum spreading all over you. Steve’s hand on the mattress moved up more and reached for something under the pillow you were laying on. When he pulled away, he had a condom in hand.

You gave him a questioning look and he simply shrugged, “Always gotta keep ‘em near.” he ripped the small package opening and then pulled the rubber out. He rolled it over his tip and then down his shaft. He tossed the wrapper somewhere and went back to business.

“Alright. You still wanna do this?” Still ever the considerate one, Steve.

“Fuck yes. Now come oooonn! I’ve been waiting for this since I saw you on the first day of class!”

Steve laughed as he bent over you, “Same here.” he pressed his lips to yours and at the same time, sheathed himself inside you. You gasped against his lips. This wasn’t the first time you’ve had sex, but Steve’s width was a lot different that the few previous people you’ve slept with.

“You okay?” he murmured against your lips.

You nodded, “Mhm. Just been a while is all.”

“I’ll start slow,” he said before carefully pulling his hips back and then pushing them towards you, “Just tell me if you want me to go faster.” you nodded again, and his lips was on yours once more.

He continued to give slow and careful thrusts. With every one, you became more used to the feeling of him and it became pleasurable. The feeling of his cock dragging against your pussy walls. His pubic bone pressing just enough pressure onto your clit to provide pleasure. But you wanted more now. You needed more now.

“Faster, Steve. Now. Want more now.”

“I got ya, baby. I got ya.” Steve took your legs and propped them over his shoulders, allowing him to go deeper inside you.

You let out a loud moan as his thrusts became deeper and harder, “Fuck, Steve! Like that! Just like that!” the springs of the mattress creaked beneath you as Steve went hard. This was a feeling you never thought you’d experience with a guy like Steve. He was so smart, funny, considerate, but also handsome and sexy as hell. This has to be a dream. This has to be.

“Not a dream, baby. I’m all real.”

Your eyes widened, “Did I say that out loud?”

He chuckled, “Yeah. But it’s okay. You’re adorable.”

“You’re adorable-r.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah,” you said with a giggle and he groaned.

“That giggle drives me crazy. God, the times in class I’d hear it. Just made me wanna take you right there in front of everyone.”

You playfully scrunched your nose up in distaste, “Don’t think Fury would’ve appreciated it.”

“Yeah, probably not.” his hand snaked around to your clit, thumb brushing against it, rubbing it down, pinching it, “Wanna cum, Y/N? I wanna feel you cum.”

His pace quickened in tandem with the pace of his fingers. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air in his room as Steve fucked you hard.

“Oh God, Steve!” you cried out, feeling pleasure you’ve never felt before. You could feel the tightening in your lower stomach. A coil ready to be released.

“Come on, Y/N. Cum for me. Cum on my cock, beautiful. Lemme feel ya.”

You gripped at the sheets on his bed, your hold on them so tight that you felt like you’d rip a hole through them, “Fuck! I’m-Steve-I’m gonna cum!” You cried out his name, as your walls clenched down on him. That familiar wave of pleasure washing over you and taking over your body.

“Shit! God, Y/N! That’s it! Keep going! Good girl!” he cried out through gritted teeth. He was coming to his climax. Just a little more to go. He went as hard as he could now, helping you ride through your orgasm while chasing after his own. He wanted this. Needed this.

“Hnnng, fuck! Y/N!” he gave two more thrusts and he stilled as his seed spilled into the condom, “Oh God!” he cried out, feeling the pleasure run through his body. He let himself have a few more thrusts before practically collapsing on top of you.

His entire weight on you caused you to giggle, “Stevie, c’mon. Get off. I can barely breathe!”

He groaned as he pulled out of you and rolled to the other side of you. He then took off the condom, tying it, and tossing it into the trash can next to his bed.

You continued to lay there, limp and staring at the ceiling, “So...what now?”

“Well, two options. One, we cuddle and nap then when we wake up, we go for more rounds. Or two, we cuddle and nap and then when we wake up, I take you out on a date like I planned on doing months ago.”

You gigged as you rolled onto your side, facing him, “Number one sounds tempting, but I think I’m gonna have to go with number two.”

Steve pulled you closer to him, arm wrapping around you, “Number two it is.”

_______________________________

Two hours later, you and Steve emerge from his room dressed to go out. As you walked down the stairs, Bucky, Sam, and a bunch of other guys in the frat were cheering and giving you two a round of applause.

You hid your face into Steve’s chest, completely embarrassed at the fact that the entire house most likely heard you and Steve.

Steve put a protective arm around you as he pushed his brothers away, “Hey! Knock it off, will ya?!”

Bucky appeared, clapping his hand onto his best friend’s shoulder, a proud smile on his face, “Congrats, Steve. You didn’t manage to fuck it up even more.”

Steve rolled his eyes, “Thanks, Buck.”

“So you really humped her this time instead of going dry right?” Sam asked with a mischievous smirk.

“I DIDN’T,” Steve pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, “You know what? Fuck all you guys! I’m gonna go take my girlfriend out on a date!” he continued to push past his friends and walk out the door.

“So...I’m your girlfriend now?”

Steve scoffed, “After all we just did? Fuck yeah you’re my girlfriend! Now c’mon, girlfriend. I’m taking you out on the town!” he moved his arm to slip his hand in yours, smiling at you.

You smiled back, squeezing his hand, “Lead the way, boyfriend.”

Funny how a few games of beer pong led to this.

#Steve Rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagine #marvel #au #college au #smut

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tony-starkrogers · 5 years

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rec week day four

For the cap-IM rec week 2019 day four: Fluffy Thursday! @cap-ironman

This list includes some classic favorites and some new works. Enjoy reading and be sure to show your authors some love!

Indecent Proposal by gyzym, Siria (T, 2.5k)

On the plus side, marriage is bound to be easier than proposing.

"death by coffee" and other search queries by @goodmorningbeloved (T, 2.8k)

In which Steve's feelings are hopelessly obvious through his Google searches. JARVIS decides to step in.

Stick With Me, Baby, I’m the Fella You Came in With by Annie D (scaramouche) (E, 10.6k)

During the final battle with Ultron, Tony kisses Steve for the first time. Afterward, he makes it clear to Steve that he was just running on adrenaline and not thinking clearly. Steve seems to accept it, but the kiss nudges open a door of possibilities, and the situation escalates.

The Trial Run by Annie D (scaramouche) (T, 13.8k)

Tony and Steve pretend to date, and enjoy it far more than they should.

A Hundred Times, Once by @festiveferret, SirSapling (E, 24.7k)

The shrill tone of his SHIELD beeper pulls Steve out of sleep and into battle. He fights robots, he fights Tony's shameless advances, he fights the exhaustion that threatens to take over him, drown him. And then the next morning, he wakes and does it again. Exactly the same.

And again.

Gained in Translation by Annie D (scaramouche) (T, 11.5k)

Steve returns to New York and meets Tony for the first time since they’d parted ways after the Chitauri incident. It’s a little awkward at first, but they gain a new rhythm, which is mainly based on their ability to surprise each other and prove those first impressions inaccurate.

Set between Captain America: The Winter Soldier and Avengers: Age of Ultron.

no matchmaking before breakfast by @elcorhamletlive (unrated, 3.4k)

“I don’t even find Steve attractive.” Natasha says, eyes following greedily every drop of coffee the machine pours, for once in her life genuinely unaware of the impact her words are about to cause.

Surreal, But Nice by @festiveferret (E, 26.8k)

Tony Stark never thought he'd ever meet Captain America, let alone have his underwear tumbling around in Tony's dryer mere minutes after he broke Tony's doorknob.

What even was his life?

Mister Fixit and the Mechanic by @mizzy2k (M, 40k)

An Iron Man 3 AU, wherein Steve was defrosted too early, and after a couple of lonely decades working for SHIELD, decides to retire and run a hardware store called Mister Fixit’s in suburban Miami.

Tony Stark, presumed dead, presumed not-Iron Man, needs to make some weapons to take on the Mandarin’s mansion. A non-chain store that takes cash and doesn’t ask questions is just what Tony needs.

Steve becomes intrigued by the mysterious mechanic that keeps buying things from his store, but when he becomes more aware of what Tony the Mechanic is up to, is Steve ready to be this close to the world of superheroes again?

Binary System by Annie D (scaramouche) (E, 13k)

Tony tends to be tactile with people he trusts. These days that list of people includes Steve, which is a good sign of the progression of their friendship. For his part, Steve seems to enjoy it as much as Tony does... until Tony goes a little too far.

absence makes the heart by fantalaimon (G, 4.8k)

“One night,” Tony says, and just flies himself bodily into one of the canary yellow beekeepers like a red and gold battering ram. “I ask for one measly night. One single goddamn night with my boyfriend—”

“Oh, is the boyfriend label on now?” Clint asks over the comms.

Momentary Paws (or, DO NOT WANT) by velithya (T, 16.8k)

WTF KITTEN

Get Some Now by Sineala (T, 10.3k)

Avengers Mansion has a mysterious feline infestation. Meanwhile, Steve just can't figure out how to ask Tony out on a date. And the thirteen teleporting cats sure aren't helping matters any.

Admiring the Scenery by Annie D (scaramouche) (E, 10.2k)

Steve’s used to people checking him out, but when Tony does it, it feels… different.

A Groove of Perpetual Motion by Annie D (scaramouche) @no-gorms (T, 26.7k)

Tony Stark’s pretty sure where he stands with Steve Rogers. They got off on the wrong foot on day one, and since then there’s been minimal tolerance and thinly-veiled dislike between them. Tony’s certain that this would never ever change, not even when he gains some unexpected new information that suggests that Steve’s feelings for him aren’t what he thought. Because it cannot be true. It’s impossible. Surely?

All I Want by @sineala (T, 2.5k)

Steve's not used to anyone spoiling him. But he's willing to let Tony try.

Check One by JenTheSweetie (T, 4.2k)

The important thing to know - and I mean really, the actually important thing - is that no matter what Bucky said, Steve was not flirting with Tony Stark.

(“Yes you were, you son of a - ”)

Steve has an annoying best friend. Tony has an elaborate plan. Sam has allergies. Bucky has no idea what's about to hit him.

Mandatory Fun by @captainneverever (T, 6.7k)

Steve loses a bet to Tony and has to go to Las Vegas for a fun-filled vacation. Or it was fun until people started thinking that they were married.

Tony Stark Defense Squad (Steve's Had Enough) by orbingarrow (G, 1.6k)

The Avengers are called in by the government to "discuss" recent events, but it turns into a game of Let's Bash Tony and Steve is so not cool with that.

Or, the one where Steve Rogers makes himself the President of the Tony Stark Defense Squad. Matching t-shirts to come later.

Our Personal Fairytale by pensversusswords (T, 2.9k)

In which there is a first date, a giant octopus, and Tony is scared of Ferris wheels.

Neanderthals In Tights (Also Known As a Football Game) by Wordsplat (T, 3.2k)

In which Tony supports Steve at his first big football game, with guest appearances by an exasperated Pepper and an embarrassed Bruce, because yeah, okay, maybe Tony's not really one hundred percent clear on the rules of this game. Why, exactly, are a bunch of neanderthals tackling his boyfriend again?

Aesthetic Appreciation by @theappleppielifestyle (M, 2.2k)

“Nice shirt, Stark.”

It’s Natasha, sounding strangely- smug, maybe?- for reasons Tony doesn’t much care to know.

“I know,” Tony says, not opening his eyes. He tilts his head back, lets out a satisfied sigh and rearranges himself on the chair. The sun climbs another inch of his abs when his shirt rides up with the motion.

Today’s a good day, Tony thinks contentedly, and continues sucking lazily on the popsicle.

don't know why it took me so long to see by @goodmorningbeloved (M, 11.2k)

“Oh, watch this,” Natasha says, propping her chin against her knuckles and turning a sweet gaze on him. “Tony, what’s it like dating a superhero?”

Tony bristles in irritation. “We’re not dating,” he snaps. “Captain America probably thinks he can get into anyone’s pants just ‘cause he’s got a mask, costume, and reputation, but not me, buddy. That shield? Gotta be overcompensating for something.” He adds, a bit petulantly, “Oh, and all that blue? Definitely more Steve’s color than his.”

- In which Tony is a genius in all matters except recognizing his boyfriend past a mask.

going on a ride by theappleppielifestyle (unrated, 6.3k)

"You want to take me for a ride on your motorcycle," Tony repeats, slow so he can process it as he’s saying it, "because you think my glasses are cute."

An Abundance of Heart by theappleppielifestyle (T, 14.8k)

Steve finds himself grinning, despite everything, because god, he didn't realize how much he's missed this- having someone to back him, people to fight around, getting caught and pulled to his feet.

Hell, even Stark's quips make his mouth quirk upwards slightly.

When I Think (Oh, it Terrifies Me) by celli (E, 8.6k)

Look, some mornings you wake up and little green men are invading New York City; some mornings you wake up and you can hear Captain America's voice in your head. Tony has been an Avenger long enough that he saves his freakout for important things.

Curiosity Changes Everything by @scifigrl47 (T, 6.5k)

Everyone in their life has had a little case of hero worship. A tiny crush on a celebrity. A teenage infatuation.

Dummy Stark-Rogers is not any different.

And the Mars Rover Curiosity is a stunning piece of tech.

Tony Stark Falls In Love With A Cat by shellhead (M, 6.8k)

When Steve goes missing, Tony ends up finding him at an animal shelter. Volunteering.

Like Gene Kelly in the Movies by lyra_wing (M, 11.4k)

Everything Tony Stark does is a dance. And it's super confusing for Steve.

#capimrecweek #stevetony #stony #superhusbands #stony fic rec

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im-tops-bottom · 6 years

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Just an idea

Tony meets Bucky and Steve during WWII.

Tony worked alongside many teams such as the electrical repair crew, engineering, etc....while Steve and Bucky worked in the front lines alongside the howling commandos.

Tony always got into fights with Steve ever since training. Steve was always Howard Starks favorite. Howard never had time or paid attention to Tony. Tony was nothing but a regret, a mistake, nothing but a distant memory. Then again Howard was in love with the super soldier. So that made sense to him. At least he didn't have to worry about his father nagging him for being a complete failier.

To make matters worse, Tony didn't have any friends in the army. Everyone only used him to fix things up or work in a battlefield strategy. They were nice to him but not nice enough to sit with him during lunch, or just have an idle chat with him during breaks. He felt so lonely there. He used the loneliness to his advantage. Build up walls so they don't break. So they don't shatter.

What really helped was when James Buchanan Barnes aka Bucky aka Steve Rogers best friend/bodyguard told him to stay away from them. Bucky was very protective over Steve and things tend to get rough when people talk bad about either of them. Bucky just like his father told him that he was a good for nothing spoiled brat and the only use the army has for him is his brain. He said a whole lot of bad things after that.

After that Tony had told himself that he will never fall in love with anyone ever again. Push all his emotions aside. Since then he has never spoke to anyone that wasn't work related. He stopped trying to make friends. He pretty much stopped looking after himself. That was when the late nights planning fueled only by coffee kicked in. He kept on working until he passed out. As soon as he woke up he will get straight back into it.

A couple of days later, he almost faints but strong arms hold him up. He becomes dizzy as he tries to balance and almost drops again. He feels himself being lifted up and he starts complaining. He gets taken to his tent and is gently placed on the bed. He looks up and is too tired at the moment to be shocked at who had helped him.

"Bucky? The fuck you doing here?"

He watches as Bucky grabs a tray of food, sits beside Tony and starts trying to feed him.

"Eat!"

"Im not hungry"

"I don't have time for your bullshit Stark. Eat!"

"great me neither. Im not hungry"

"you haven't eaten in days. Now eat!"

"I don't fucken care. Just go back to Captain America and let me get back to work"

Out of anger, Tony finds the energy to throw the tray of food to the floor and get off the bed and walk out. He doesn't make it far as those strong arms he still has a thing for are wrapped around his waist and he is pulled back to Buckys chest. It was a good thing too as Tony began to feel dizzy again.

"don't act like a brat Tony"

"how else should an army brat act?"

Dizziness subsides and Tony breaks out of the hold. He doesn't look back as he walks away.

"leave me alone Bucky. Just leave."

"you're acting like a child"

"great!" Tony finally turns around to look Bucky in the eye "then I can do this"

Bucky crosses his arms "do what?"

Tony smirks "I quit" he turns around and walks away not even paying attention to Bucky's growlings for Tony to get his back there. Tony sighs contently at the feeling of freedom.

-2 hours later-

Tony's freedom is shattered. His dad refuses to accept his absence from the army. They have heated words. Well at least his mother managed to get food into him.

After that Tony sneaks back to his tent. He starts packing up his stuff.

"what are you doing Tony?"

Of course he shouldn't be surprised who it is. He just had his other half in his tent hours ago.

"what do you want Steve?"

He tenses as he hears Steve get up from the chair by the door.

"what, you can't handle a little heat so you run away?"

Tony finishes packing and grabs his stuff. He gets ready to leave but stops as Bucky walks through the door.

"oh great as if seeing today wasn't bad enough. Look! I don't care what you heard but just so you know, it's none of your business. Either of you. so if you boys don't mind"

Steps around Bucky and makes his way to the door.

"I'm leaving. This is me leaving. Have fun without me. Everyone else will."

Tony walks out and sneaks through the area right up to the entrance. He smiles as he sees that Bruce Banner is the one working security tonight. Out of all the people Tony has ever known, he never minded Bruce. Bruce kept to himself. He was just as friendless and lonely. People liked Bruce though. He just never wanted to make friends so he didn't have to worry about losing someone to the war. Tony had mad respect for that.

"hey Brucie bear."

"hey Tony. What's up?"

"I'm running. I told my father to get fucked, packed my shit and now this is me leaving."

"is that the same for those guys too?"

"what guy's?"

Out of confusion Tony turns to look behind him and finds two very angry super soldiers standing there with eyebrows raised and arms crossed. He can't help but roll his eyes as he turns back around.

"yeah fucken right they are. Nope I am doing this solo."

"good luck"

Tony and Bruce nod as Tony walks through the gate and sets off under the nights sky.

After what felt like hours of walking Tony huffs as he stops to turn around.

"how long do you guys plan on following me?"

"however long it takes for you to realize you are just being stupid and childish and that you should come back to base, apologize to your father and let things return back to how they used to be."

"oh fuck you Rogers. Go suck Howard's dick asshole. I'm done with him. I'm So fucken done with you two asshats."

"Bucky say something. He's being a brat"

Tony turns around so his back is towards them.

"no! How bout Bucky stays silent and you two to return back to base and fuck my dad's brains out in front of my mother. How bout you two just leave me the hell alone."

Tony takes a sip of water before he carries on walking. he hears shoes scrape against rocks and he prays to god that they are returning to base.

About a couple of hours later he finds an abandoned cabin. He slowly inspects the outside and sees everything is alright. He checks to see if the door is open and as he does he feels hands on his hips and let's out a yelp as he is dragged away from the house. Him and whoever has gotten a hold of him are thrown back as the house goes up in flames.

His body is shaking and he turns and presses against the body. He hears Buckys voice calming him and now he can put a name to the body holding him.

"it's okay Tony. It's okay. I got you."

"don't leave me"

Tony tenses as he feels another body against him.

"it's okay Tony. We ain't going anywhere. We won't leave you"

Tony calms as he hears Steve. Still shaken up, he let's his anger towards them subside and let's them hold him. He continues his chant of "please don't leave me" afraid that if he stops they will be gone.

After Tony falls asleep Steve looks up at Bucky on the other side of Tony with tears threatening to leave.

"we can't leave him Bucky. Promise me we won't leave him"

Steve is slightly shaking at what happened. He almost lost Tony if it weren't for his best friend noticing the trap right away.

"we won't. I don't wanna leave him."

Bucky is still trying to calm down and breathe. He clings on to Tony like their lives depend on it. He almost lost Tony and he won't ever let that happen again. Now with a more determined mindset, he gets up and picks up the sleeping Tony.

"we won't let him leave us. We'll stay by his side forever. Nothing is gonna to ever come between us no matter what. We lost him once, won't let that happen again."

Steve stood up also looking more determined after hearing Bucky.

"even if he hates us, we'll continue to protect him. I love him Bucky. Im not willing to give him up."

"same here Stevie. Same here."

They return to the road side and continue their trek.

A while later they find a cabin that has lights on. They walk up to the door and knock on it.

A lady opens up the door with a bright smile.

"hi there. How can I help you gentleman?"

Bucky being the more stronger one, places Tony into Steve's arms and steps up. He places a smile onto his face.

"hey I'm James. We are a little bit lost. We were looking for the base camp. We went for a jog but our friend got hurt along the way. Are we able to stay the night?"

The ladies eyes open wide and she drags the boys in.

"oh yes of course of course. Have you eaten anything yet? I'll make up some drinks. Oh dear boys. You need to be more careful around this parts of the woods. It's dangerous. You don't know what you will run into during the war. You guys do look familiar though. I'm not sure where I have seen you"

Steve smiles "probably not. We just joined the army awhile ago." Steve looks at Bucky who nods back. They can't trust anyone out here. Best keep to some white lies and half truths.

After they had a little something to eat, the lady takes them to her room where there is a big bed.

"this is mine and m husband's room. My husband is away at the moment. I will take the spare room. Theres a shower and I can provide spare clothes."

After they have a shower and going as far as washing a sleeping Tony, they get changed and head to bed. After saying good night and making sure Tony is tucked safely between them, they start to relax.

"we have to tell him how we really feel, don't we?"

"if it means that we don't completely lose him then yes we do. We also need to explain to him everything."

"even the reason for the fights and arguments?"

"yes. Right back to the training days"

"do i really have to tell him why I liked sending him down to the mat?"

"yes Stevie you do. It's bad enough he got his ass kicked by a scrawny asthmatic punk. Let alone being reminded of it and finding out the real reason why you started the future arguments."

"he's gonna be pissed"

"yes but at least he'll know. He'll probably be okay with it"

"yeah I can hear it now "oh yeah I'm totally fine with you getting a hard on Everytime you send me to the ground because after the first time, you had fantasies about dominating me in bed. It's gonna be better now that my dad who is totally in love with you had pumped you up with that god juice making everything twice as big. Hey did I mention the part about my dad" real smooth"

"I hope you do realize that that was a really bad impression"

"oh shut it"

After the laughter dies down. They get comfortable and fall asleep.

-the next morning-

Bucky and Steve wake up to no Tony. They call out to him and search around hoping that he's there. Unfortunately Tony is not around.

Things start to get wierd as the owner of the place is no longer there either. It's not until their super soldier senses pick up far away screaming.

Bucky and Steve look wide eyed at each other. "Tony". They run outside and see Tony being dragged onto a boat kicking and screaming. They run after him but the boat has already taken off.

"they took him!" "Calm down Steve!" "WE PROMISED. THEY TOOK HIM BUT WE PROMISED!" "I know. Come on. We'll head to camp and stock up." "We bringing him home?" Bucky watches the boat that says Hydra speed off "yeah Stevie. We're bringing him home"

#just an idea #not a full fic #future stuckony #winteriron #stony #it starts off angsty #shit happens

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sherzasboss · 6 years

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Tony Stark

Given everything else I’ve posted in the last couple days, I gotta. First thing first.

Tony Stark pre-Afghanistan? WAS AN ASS. He was, honestly, pretty much everything his anti’s accuse him of being even post-Afghanistan. Womanizing, irresponsible as hell, etc. Yeah. Not really that good a person, TBH.

The thing is, and his anti’s will deny this to their dying breaths, but Tony got a wakeup call, and from thenceforward, he did his damndest to become a better person.

Let’s start at the beginning, shall we? First off, it’s made REALLY clear that Tony had, at best, a contentious relationship with his father.

Now, to be fair to Howard, he’d seen some shit. Been eyeball deep in it, too. And back in the forties, fifties, and sixties, the mental health industry was … more quackery than it was anything else. And on top of that there was a serious stigma attached, especially for men, to appearing in any way ‘weak’ or lesser, so yeah. Not fun for Howard. And it’s also possible that some of what he pulled with Tony was deliberate, in an attempt to protect Tony, as ass-backwards as that might have been. Because as a weapons maker/dealer, Howard would have had a shit-ton of very powerful enemies who WOULD NOT have hesitated to kidnap or worse Howard’s beloved son and heir. If there was a public perception that Howard found Tony wanting or otherwise didn’t give a shit about him, it would have lessened his value as a target. Or so Howard probably hoped, if he was indeed pulling stunts on purpose.

Then Tony becomes an orphan at either seventeen or twenty-one, depending on which movie timeline you’re working with. And Stane is there. Given what came later, I have to think that Stane deliberately encouraged the worst of Tony’s behavior because it meant Tony wasn’t paying attention to SI and what Stane was pulling.

Which gets us to IM 1. It is made clear in the movie that Stane hired Raza and co to KILL Tony, and that it was their call to not. Given that Tony was responsible for a large percentage of SI’s innovations … I have to wonder. WHY did Stane decide to kill the golden goose?

My answer? Tony picked up on the illegal sales. I’m very sure he didn’t know how bad it was, or who was doing it, but I’m willing to bet he found out about a bombing somewhere with SI stuff that he *knew* for fact hadn’t been sold to anyone in the area and went ‘ok, something fucked up is going on. I’ma find out WTF is going on and then do something about it’ Given that, at the time, Stane was his mentor and business partner, I’ll even bet Tony mentioned his discovery to Stane because it would not have immediately occurred to Tony that Stane was the source. At that point, Tony became a liability that needed getting rid of.

Tony’s reaction to Everheart’s reveal was, therefore, less about ‘wait, this shit is happening at all?’ and more about ‘That much shit? There is no way some warehouse monkey can divert THAT much, not to mention all the shit I saw when Raza had me. This is way higher up the ladder than I thought … wait. Shit. STANE.’

And from there, Tony started doing everything in his power to undo what had been done in his name. Did he fuck up in the process? Hell yes. Sometimes even when he was in his whole, right mind (his birthday party does not count as such an incident, given he was less than three days from dying of heavy metal poisoning. At that point, his decision making capacity was shot to shit). Like, you know, giving out his address and basically double-dog-daring a terrorist to come kick his ass. What. The. Hell. Tony. Not your brightest moment, bud.

And lets make it REALLY clear that becoming a terrorist is in NO way an appropriate response to being blown off for … well, anything. Tony bears exactly ZERO responsibility for Killian’s decision making process on that front.

And while we’re on who bears fault for what … can someone PLEASE for the love of god explain to me WHY Ultron gets blamed solely on Tony when there were the following factors/fellow guilty parties?

1) Wanda and her mindfuckery

2) Bruce, who helped with the programming

3) That. Goddamned. Scepter. and the FUCKING MINDSTONE.

4) The power surge from Mjolnir

And while we’re at it, can someone explain to me why Steve, in Civil War, seems to think Tony either wrote the Accords or has the power to enforce them or … I dunno. Be anything other than a messenger of ‘well, this is a thing.’.

Yeah, Tony signed them. Which says to me that the Accords did NOT allow for the Avengers to become *anyone’s* attack dogs. Because Tony would quite literally be the last one to be okay with that shit. He is not, remember, a Team Player. He fought tooth and nail to keep Iron Man out of the clutches of anyone but himself. There is no way in fuck he would then sign on to become a government lackey/attack dog. Just no.

Yes, things went to shit regarding Bucky. There was definitely some fuckery going on, and in more than one place. BUT.

No one knew, at first, that Bucky hadn’t been responsible for the bombing. All anyone knew was that the Winter Soldier (regardless of who he had been before he got twisted into said Soldier) was seen in the area etc. Even if god and everyone knew Soldier was Bucky, it was in everyone’s best interests to bring Bucky in, because seriously, even without the activation words in play, Bucky was (very understandably) more than a little fucked up and NEEDED HELP. Especially if he was (as seemed to have happened from the point of view of the people in the movie) falling into and out of the Soldier’s mindset and (apparently) committing acts of mayhem and terrorism.

If things had gone right, minus the fuckery … yeah. Bringing Bucky in was imperative.

And yes, Bucky Barnes is innocent of Soldier’s actions. I don’t even begin to argue otherwise. Unfortunately for him, from the point of view of his victims/survivors of his actions … well. It was his face. His hands. His body.

And I personally defy ANYONE to watch the brutal, hands-on murder of a beloved parent - because whatever Tony’s thoughts on Howard might have been, he clearly loved his mother - with the ‘person’ who executed said murder standing not five feet away and NOT lose their shit. Absolutely no one is going to be capable of calmly, analytically going ‘No, he is not in fact responsible. That is on HYDRA’.

And no, Tony was not, in fact, trying to kill either Bucky or Steve. Beat their asses to kingdom come? hell yes. Kill them? Fuck no. We’ve all gotten a damn good look at the firepower Tony packs in his suits. If he’d wanted either man dead, Super Soldiers be damned, they’d be dead. He’s not shy about deploying his firepower even at close range to himself. Remember that Jonah moment in Avengers? Yeah. So no, he didn’t want them dead.

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tachibubu · 7 years

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Tired [Part:4]

Pairing: Jerome Valeska/Joker x Reader x Peter Parker/Spiderman.

AU included: DC/MARVEL. Possible Suicide Squad.

Prompt: You had enough with Jerome as he keeps seducing other girls in front of you so you plan to leave him and go to New York. Where you will find yourself stuck in the web of another bug who will fall in love with you.

Ey~ The author is back from obsessing with a boy named Chase Goehring who almost looks like Cameron Monaghan now that he is all grown up lolol; anyways. IM BACK, I got author’s block so I just added the clown ;). Also I might add the Suicide Squad if you guys don’t mind, just for the fillers of the charaters~ Anyways I hope you guys like it! It’s kind of rushed but I just hope you guys still enjoy reading it. Also to declare my love for Chase, I added his original song here~ Check him out if you want!!! Ps. I’m still trying to practice my transitions XD

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“So,” Steve Rogers coughed at the silence. “(Y/N), we would provide all your needs and clean your criminal record if you become a trainee of the Avengers just like Mr. Parker here.” He sipped the black coffee while staying eye contact at you, the whole Avengers including Nick Fury are here. Staring intently at you, waiting for your answer. Well except for Clint Barton who is cleaning his arrows and Tony Stark who is playing Mobile Legends on his device. Even though he has a Bluetooth earplug on, you could steal hear the sound waves slipping out.

“If not, we would have to put in you in death sentence for all the crimes you did.” Nick Fury fixed his eye at you while Bruce Banner nodded. “It’s for the safety miss.” Bruce said.

Peter stared at you; you were beside him throughout the session about what they would do to you. Tony Stark found you inside Peter’s bedroom and by force he cuffed your hands up while you gazed back at him with antipathy. He along with Peter brought to you to the Stark Building while Peter stared at you in worry and guilt. He couldn’t feel but blame himself of letting you get caught. If he gave you to the policemen it would be much better since they didn’t really know exactly who you’re than giving you to the Avengers and if you declined their option then you would be dead. He just hoped that you considered the accord

This might be the beginning of the change in your life, you thought. You wouldn’t let this decision to a waste, “Well, sure.” You beamed.

Steve almost spitted his coffee, “That sure?”

“How could we surely know if she won’t back stab us?” Natasha Romanoff banged both of her hands on the table and stood, she stared at the members and Fury for answers and death glared you while you just jerked your shoulders up in reply. Fury breath out heavily in annoyance, “Romanoff sit down. I’ll assign someone to look out for her.”

“And who is this someone?” Wanda Maximoff initiated while Vision bobbed his head at her question.

“Bucky Barnes, are you willing to?” Every person in the room stared at the Winter Soldier who was, as well, startled at what Fury said. He nictates then has grasped to the reality, “No.”

“Barnes,” Sam Wilson threatened.

“Barnes it is, you will train her tomorrow between six to ten and would be beside her at any cost.” Fury nodded while Barnes mumbled incoherent words as he whined to himself at the negligence. Peter shot his hand to the air and they considered to look at him, “Isn’t it better if I? You know, teach her? I know her more.” Fury didn’t spared an eye at him and continue on discussing. You gave him a knowing smile for at least trying; the boy was embarrassed but nodded at you. At least he gave a good impression to you.

“I chose him because I heard from your records you prefer using guns and your aim is quite good so he’s good for you.” Fury added, you just agreed along. It’s not like it could be hard right? You thought. Fury rose and nodded at the group.

“Alright, dismiss.”

You take it all back; being schooled by this gloomy man is hard as fuck than you would ever think of. Now that you know his true colors, you would want to acknowledge at Peter educating you instead. If only there’s a working time machine.

“Alright doll! Training is over, now screw off.” Bucky gathered up the guns and started to clean them. You rolled your eyes and do what he said. You and Barnes never had a good connection to each other, he trains you and that’s it. He didn’t even bother to try and start up a conversation to you. As for the other Avengers, you were pretty good friends with Sam and Bruce. Sam was like a big brother to you and Bruce was like the father you never had, literally. Your father just died when you were a child and you didn’t spend a lot of time with him so you considered it. But with the other Avengers member, you were in an awkward acquaintance stage; you don’t really talk to them much, especially to Natasha. You could feel her preparing to clash onto you as soon as you entered a room with her on it. Now between your relationship with Peter, it started to blossom. You found yourself entertained being with him and you two being close as ever. Tony even teased about how you two are like a couple and you both just retorted with just laughing it all out but you didn’t notice the blush on Peter’s face as he stuttered, denying it.

You walked towards the kitchen and opened the fridge to get a cool water after all the combat training and learning how to use all of the guns, as you closed it you sensed someone near at the are. It was Peter in his enhanced suit made by Stark, he was upside down but then flipped and landed on the ground. “So, uh, I noticed you’ve been changing?”

“Hm?” you chugged down the water while looking at him in amusement.

“I mean you’re not like before. Insane and stuff, it’s great!” He scratched the nape on his neck and bashfully looks at you.

You chuckled at him trying to compliment you by starting a conversation, which was quite awkward. “Thanks mate,” you smiled at him. Yes, you indeed notice that there was a drastic change on living in New York and at the spare room of the tower for a month. Not only did you not think about your past relationship but you were healing with the help of Bruce and Tony with their medication, you didn’t even think that Tony can be a therapist but he just shrugged it off by saying he just learned how to by just reading some books few hours ago which you didn’t regard on but Bruce told you otherwise.

“So why early here? Don’t you have school?” you leaned towards the counter.

“School cancelled off and I just want to hang out with my best friends. Also you’re around my age why are you not enrolled in school instead?”

“Green guy teaches me, Fury couldn’t trust me going to school without making a ruckus.”

“Well that’s sad,” he said but you couldn’t help but notice his body language. He seems to drone out in his mind.

“Something matters?”

“Well, err, could you teach me how to play a guitar? I heard from Mr. Stark that you know how to play instruments and used to perform music at the circus. The class needs to play an original song on a stage individual for the Music subject. I don’t really listen in this subject to be honest,” he was playing on his hands as he looks sheepishly at the ground. You chortled a laugh, “Oh wow, the wise Peter needs my help?”

“I seriously need your help (Y/N).”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll help you; I’ll just take a shower. Meet me in front of my rom by eleven. Also, dress normal.” You stared up and down at his suit.

“Thank you so much!”

“Now that’s good notes right there,” complimenting him as he strung the guitar that he borrowed from you. He asked if he could use it for the presentation and you just comply nonetheless. You and Peter made a tune for the past few days and he was going to perform tomorrow. When he finished he grinned an adorable smile at you while you clap your hands.

“We made the tune but how about the lyrics?”

“Don’t worry about that, I already made few lines,” he murmured.

It was now Wednesday. You are with Bucky and have managed to sneak in at the school where Peter attended. You got miffed when Bucky lend a hand but respected it since Fury ordered him, it’s not like the man has a choice. When you arrived the basketball area where the stage is, a lot of people compiled in. You and Bucky stuck around the corner with your masks up, trying to blend in. One by one people played, some got the hang on it, some just doesn’t know how to sing or play, some didn’t follow the rules and sang a non-homemade song. Then it came to Peter, he was there looking around. Evident that he was nervous. His eyes landed at you, which was shocked, he didn’t tell you to come and you came by your own will. He returned his concentration to what he was supposed to do, now more anxious than before. He grabbed the hold of the mic and introduced himself “Uh, Hi? M-My name is Peter Parker and I m-made a song called ‘Hurt’. It is basically about a girl in a bad relationship and I’m kind of like, hey you’re not in a good position right now. I could really help you now if you just gave me a chance.”

He then averted his attention back to you, “Uh, okay I’ll just. Err, play now.”

He then proceeded to play the tune that you taught him, not missing a note. To be honest, his voice didn’t sound that great but it was full of emotions that you wouldn’t care about it.

Hey, baby, you don't have to live this way You don't have a debt to pay So put your foot down and pick your heart up, off of the ground Cause that's not where you belong, I can prove that without this song But for now just play along

Your heart started to ache; you now know why he won’t let you assist him on writing the lyrics. This song was about you, you felt flattered but at the same time in full devastation. You started to recall your memories about Jerome.

The first greetings, “Hey my name’s Jerome. You?”

The way he comforts you when you got tomatoes stains on your outfit, “Don’t worry, someday I’ll get you out of this hell hole. For the time being, let me help you practice more so that it won’t happen again.”

The first I love you’s, “I love you my queen, will you be my girlfriend?”

The gift’s he gave to you, ”Darling I have something for you! It’s a pistol!”

The lie’s he said to you, “She’s just another toy, love. I still love you.”

The way he got angry when you pestered what his relationship with Harley is.

“I had enough with this bullshit Jerome!” the guards where out of the room where all of the mentally ill people is for three pm to five. You where harshly whispering at Jerome trying not makes a scene but then he beat you to it. “I’M SICK OF YOU FUCKING PESTERING ME THE SAME SUBJECT OVER AND OVER AGAIN, WELL UNLIKE YOU SWEETHEART SHE IS NOT BORING AND ALMOST SANE!” he grabbed a hold of your hair that was on ponytail and yanked you towards his face. The people around you silenced and watched the scene occur, probably enjoying it. Barbara stared at you, her face plastered concern and disorientation. Jerome grinned ferociously and noticed the reticence that started to hug the place, “Don’t worry about us! We are just having a couple fight~” That night when you were in your room you started to wail silently, pondering where is the Jerome you adored.

“I know you've been hurt by the way that he talks to you Hurt by the way that he fights with you Hurt by the way, that he loves you I know you've been hurt by the way that he talks to you Hurt by the way that he fights with you Hurt by the way, that he loves you”

When he was about to get into the second verse, you left with your eyes bulging out with tears. Bucky begun to chase you but you eventually run out of the building and onto the yard section. Some people where eating their lunch there and pestering happily. Bucky lost you and started to find you everywhere, his eyebrows furrowed. That’s when he heard the scream of girls nearby, the door beside him started to bang as it opened and girls and some males started to flee while crying franticly. He was confused so he entered and was soon meet with a group of people; he only knew two of them. He noticed you were there, kneeling. The group held weapons, some were wearing a mask some didn’t care less. He runs towards you, backing you up as he brought out his guns that were hidden in his jacket. Aiming towards the man.

You stared in front you couldn’t believe it. After all those days, he meant his word.

“(Y/N), darling! I missed you so much!”

There he was, the man who broke your heart into pieces.

“I found you! I won the game. Now I need the price, I need you.”

Who could’ve thought that you were bad at the game of Hide n’ Seek.

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kaunis-sielu · 3 years

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Naja: 13

“Um, hi.” Um hi? Um hi! That’s all you can think of to say as he stares at you.

“Tori?”

“Hey Buck.”

“Is that even your name?”

“It’s one of them.”

“What the fuck. What the fuck?” He hisses, “you just killed that guy.”

“Did I? Or did he fall off the balcony?” You ask and he stares at you. “Because I saw him fall off the balcony.”

“This is insane.”

“I know.” You tell him, you haven’t moved from your spot. “I didn’t wanna get involved with you but you were so sweet and kind and you make me laugh and you’re so fucking hot. Like, Jesus.” One side of his mouth twitches, “but I know this is so so fucked. I know.”

“I should have you arrested.”

“I just saved your life, and you have no proof I killed anyone.”

“I-“ you see a glint behind him and shove him out of the way and into the apartment. The bullet grazes you and you swear loudly.

“James? What is going on? Who is this?” Ophelia asks walking toward you. You lunge at her but Bucky catches you around the waist pulling you tightly to him. This isn’t exactly what you had in mind when you wanted to be in his arms again.

“Go.”

“Let me go!” You snarl she’s so close, so close. Ophelia doesn’t move, just stands there staring at you. You throw an elbow into Bucky’s side and he grunts but doesn’t let go. He’s got your feet off of the floor so you can’t get any traction to throw him off of you which you assume is the point. You don’t want to hurt him but you need to finish this, then you pause. But do you?

“Peter! Come in here! Now!” He yells and you suddenly sag in his arms causing him to stumble allowing you to break free.

“I should kill you.” You sneer at Ophelia bringing a knife to her throat. “You’re a vile, evil, hag and you deserve it.”

“Don’t. Tori don’t.” Bucky says and you glare over at him.

“I’m deciding.”

“Do something!” Ophelia screams and you hear a gun cock. You twist so you’re behind her, your knife pressed to her throat.

“Peter, lower it.” Bucky orders.

“What?” The younger man looks shocked that Bucky has given the command.

“You can’t get a clean shot.”

“You’re worth more than she is. I’m worth more than the two of you together. I can’t protect you if you’re protecting her.” You tell him, you need him to understand.

“So you want me to sacrifice her life for mine?”

“I won’t kill her if you agree to walk away.” You tell him, “if you disappear with me until I can take care of this I won’t kill her.”

“But someone will.” Ophelia has had the good sense to stay quiet, she’s clutching your arm her nails digging into your arm.

“I’m the one who was offered the contract. She has a few days, enough time to stop the contract on us.”

“I’ll give you anything you want. Anything!” Ophelia begs and before you tell her to shut up an idea hits.

“Fire them.”

“What?”

“Fire Bucky’s company.”

“That would mean signing my own death certificate!”

“I could do it now.” You tell her pressing the flat of the blade against her throat.

“Tori don’t do this.” Bucky says, those brilliant blue eyes of his locked on your face.

“Wait, Tori? Like your girlfriend? You’re dating a murderer?” Ophelia gasps.

“We’re not dating but I am a snake.” You hiss into her ear and a sob passes her lips. “They call me Naja. Now fire him.”

“You’re fired!” She cries as the door bursts open and three cops come bursting into the room.

“Drop the weapon!” You don’t but instead drop a small canister from your pocket and wait, your face tucked behind Ophelia’s shoulder, eyes just visible. They fall, one at a time, unconscious onto the floor. You call 911 from Ophelia’s phone,

“911 what’s your emergency?”

“My name is Ophelia, I think there’s a gas leak inside my apartment!” You cough a few times, “Everyone is unconscious! Please help!”

“Ma’am can you give me your address?” You cough again then drop the phone before pressing the mute button. You’ve got to get Bucky out of here. Of course the man has to be pure muscle, you end up finding a rolling ottoman and drag him onto it.

You know you don’t have much time before the cops show up, so cutting the security feed you roll him out into the hallway. Once he’s out of the room you go back to the phone, wipe your fingerprints off it then use Ophelia’s finger to dial 911 and unmute the phone. You hurry back out to Bucky, closing the door softly behind you then wheel him down to the elevator. While you wait you check his pockets for car keys, breathing a sigh of relief when you find them. The ride down to the parking lot is easy, you don’t see anyone and Bucky stays unconscious. When you find the car, in Ophelia’s spot, you unlock it and manage to haul Bucky into the backseat.

He’s going to be so pissed when he wakes up, but at least he’s going to wake up. They all will, but you don’t really care about them, you care about him the stupid selfless asshole has wormed his way into your heart and now you’re fucked.

Pulling the car out of the parking space you start making your way up to one of your safe houses. You’re also going to need to take care of the bleeding wound on your side but for now you’ll just have to be okay with keeping pressure on it.

Bucky wakes as you’re pulling up to the cabin, what good timing.

“Where are we?” He asks groggily, slowly sitting up in the back seat.

“Safe house. I need a couple of days. Come on.” You climb out of the car and your head swims, you’ve lost more blood than you’d have liked but you can get inside and take care of it.

“And you brought me because?”

“You’re the one person I care about. They’ll use you to get to me or they’ll kill you to punish me. Neither thing I was willing to let happen.” You tell him taking slow steady steps to the cabin.

“It would’ve been nice to have a choice.”

“Would you have come?”

“Yes?” You throw a disbelieving look over your shoulder at him. “Okay fine probably not. You shouldn’t have kidnapped me.”

“Add it to the list of shit I shouldn’t do Bucky.” You growl, you’re going to throw up, and god you’re so tired. You stumble, your foot catching the bottom step and you fall forward hitting the stairs with your hands.

“Tori? Are you okay?”

“Fine.” You grit out, pressing a hand to your side, your shirt sticks to the wound and your hand comes back stained red. “Fuck.” You mutter before you lose consciousness on the stairs.

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kaunis-sielu · 4 years

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Teacher, Teacher: 21

The week off was perfect. The fact that you get to spend the whole time with Steve is even better. It’s comfortable, you, Steve and Minnie. You’re even more relieved when Steve tells you that the phone call he had been on was with Carol and Mr. Yondu letting him know that he wasn’t being investigated for anything and that he was in the clear.

The last two weeks of the year before winter break are a breeze. Your kids are as good as you can expect them to be just before the holidays. Amazingly on the last Thursday of the year it snows so heavily that the plows can’t get the roads clear before school and Superintendent Pierce decides to have a snow day.

Tonight you’re having a dinner party for the team, your traditional “we survived the holiday season” party. Steve had offered to host it at his house, the layout was bigger and more open so you’d been more than okay with moving the party to his house.

“What time is it?” You call from the bathroom as you swipe on some mascara.

“Ten to!” Steve calls back as the doorbell rings.

“Do you need me to get that?”

“Yes please!” He calls back and you make your way to the door. You’re not surprised to see Nat and Clint have arrived first.

“Hey, hope we’re not too early.”

“No, you’re good. Steve should be down in second. He’s been cooking.”

“Is that what we’re calling it now?” Nat teases and you roll your eyes at her.

“Coats can go here.” You tell them sliding the barn door open. You take the container of pasta salad from Clint as they shrug off their coats. “Can I get you anything to drink?”

“I’m good,” Clint says as you lead them into the kitchen. Steve comes down the stairs in this gorgeous white cable knit sweater and you’re momentarily shaken with how good he looks.

Thor and Sif are next, Hope is only minutes behind, Bucky shows up ten minutes late but just lets himself in. You’re sitting next to Sif when she passes you one of the dishes and you almost drop the mashed potatoes in your lap.

“Oh my god!” You practically throw the bowl on the table. “Thor! Sif! Oh my god!” You grab Sif’s hand and gawk at the sparkling diamond.

“I told you she’d notice.” Sif says with a laugh as you examine the ring on her finger.

“I can’t believe you guys didn’t say anything! When?” You demand looking between the two of them.

“Last Friday, it was just the two of us at the house and we were having a bonfire during that little twenty minute snowstorm.”

“Ooh good timing Thor.” Nat says reaching over the table for Sif’s hand.

“It was perfect. Very sweet.” Sif says smiling softly over at Thor. Nat admires the ring as Steve leaves the table and grabs a fresh bottle of wine.

“I can’t believe you weren’t going to say anything!” You glare over at Thor who gives you a little shrug.

“We would’ve if no one noticed after dinner.” He says but you’re not so sure.

“Let’s have a toast,” Steve interrupts your disbelieving glare and pouring fresh drinks. Once he’s done he raises his own glass, “to the happy couple, Thor and Sif!” You clink all your glasses together and cheers them.

The dinner is wonderful, you’re not sure who has more fun. You or Minnie who laps up the attention like crazy. Natasha tells you that Clint’s pleas for a dog have finally worn her down and she’s going to get him a dog for Christmas. Something you know he’s going to freak out about.

You head home the following day. You’ve been at Steve’s for over two weeks and while you love being there with him it is nice to head back home to your own space. You plan on spending Christmas together, you’re still not willing to go home but you have agreed to a Skype dinner on Christmas Eve. You’ll introduce Steve to your shit show of a family then, and hope he doesn’t run because of them. On Christmas Day you’re going to Bucky’s, you’d ended up helping Steve find gifts for Winnie and Becca and he’d insisted on adding your name to the from tag.

It’s strange but you feel like you’ve known and loved him for so much longer than a couple of months. It’s lonely without him, you like having your own space but the simple fact is that you like having your own space, with Steve.

After two days you miss him, even Minnie seems to be depressed as she follows you around the house sighing, quite dramatically, often. You only last until the evening of the second day before you FaceTime him.

“Hey Darlin’. What’s up?” He’s not at home but you’re not sure where he is.

“Are you busy? I can call back.”

“Just with Buck. Everything okay?”

“Yea, I just had to show you, the most depressed pup I’ve ever seen.” You flip the camera to the one on the back of your phone so Steve can see Minnie. She’s laying on your couch with her toy monkey under her chin. She doesn’t pick her head up but looks at you with her big brown eyes.

“Ooh.” Steve groans with a little laugh, “Minnie girl.” Her ears perk up when he says her name and he lets out a soft, “awe.”

“I think she misses you.”

“You guys are disgusting!” Bucky yells in the background and you laugh.

“I’ll let you go.”

“See you tonight?” He asks and you nod as a smile tugs at your lips. “Love you Darlin.”

“I love you too.” You hang up then and cross the room to join Minnie on the couch. You turn on Netflix and end up dozing on the couch as you rewatch Queer Eye.

You wake up a few hours later, Minnie isn’t on the couch anymore but you hear Steve’s soft voice talking to her. He comes up the stairs and he gives you a soft smile when his gaze meets yours.

“Hi Darlin.”

“Hey. What time is it?”

“Almost midnight, you wanna go to bed?”

“I suppose, I should let Minnie out.”

“I already did, she was much quieter when I got here.” Steve says with a grin gently pulling you up off the couch.

“Thank you.” You tell him before disappearing into the bathroom to get ready for bed.

When Steve is done getting ready you and Minnie are curled up on the bed. When Steve is there Minnie sleeps on her own bed, she’s just spoiled enough to have a mattress of her own.

Minnie jumps down and curls up to sleep as Steve joins you on the bed. “Hey Darlin’?”

“Yea?”

“I was thinkin, well wonderin I guess, if you’d maybe want to move in with me. I know it’s fast but I’m happier when you’re around.”

“Yes. I missed you, probably as much as Minnie.”

“Probably?” He teases and you give him a little bump with your elbow. He chuckles before pulling you to him.

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