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chrisdrysdale · 1 year

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Helpless..

+18 MINORS DO NO INTERACT

dark!mean! steve rogers x innocent!fem!reader

Summary: Steve.. wholesome, pretty, kind. You thought

Warnings: DEAD DOVE DO NOT FUCKING EAT, dub-con, non- con with certain kinks, stalking, crying kink, kidnapping, drugging, knife kink, aggressive sex, murder, death, a lot of blood, harm to reader.

Reblogs are very appreciated

word count: 5.2k

dividers by: @orbitia

You really don't know how you got here, it was definitely your fault you put so much trust in him. You gave him your life.

You met Steve completely on a whim. It was your first college party, which you didn’t really want to be there but your best friend / dorm-mate, Georgia, who practically dragged you there. You were miserable at the start but one screwdriver from her and you were ready to party.

You had already spotted Steve from across the room, he looked... out of place. He had a bigger build, and a heavy beard, he looked much older than everyone else. He had is eyes on you the entire night, watching you constantly, your every step and move, every person who danced with you... who touched you. Steve watched as you walked back over to the bar and ordered another drink, carefully watching as the bartender dropped another 2 pills into the drink and giving Steve the nod. Time to save you.

Steve had already contacted the bartender, give you two drugged drinks, then make a third for Steve to save you from. Trust building. Steve walked through the crowds, reaching you just as the bartender hands you the drink, Steve slaps it quickly. ''Don't drink that'' he says to you, loud enough so you can hear him over the music. You look at him with shock. ''What the fuck grandpa! I wanted that'' Steve took you by the elbow and dragged you away. You squirmed at hit him ''What are you doing!! Let me go!'' He brought you to the corner of the room before letting go of you. ''What the hell was that?!'' you shouted at him. ''He drugged you and the two guys standing beside you noticed. They were ready to take you, and I think he might have drugged your first drink'' You were a little in shock by his words, your eyes hazing open and shut. ''Really?'' you asked him, now only realising your words are a little slurred. He nodded. ''I can help you if you like?'' he spoke softly to you with a gentle smile. You held back onto his muscly forearm and nodded with a slight whimper. ''Please?'' He nodded and took your arm again, looking back at the two men standing behind Georgia. Georgia spotted you leaving, and moved forward a little ''Hey where are you g- Hey! get your hands off me!!'' She shouted as the two men who were with Steve, grabbed her and began dragging her back, unfortunately you were too drugged and hypnotised by Steve notice.. or even hear her screams. He shuffled you out into the the hallway, the music now muffled and all you can hear is your panting and you heart pounding out of your chest. You shakily looked at Steve. ''W-where are we going?'' he took your hand again. ''Somewhere safe', I promise''

He begins walking with you again before you reach his car. 42 minutes. That's how long the drugs take to kick in, and Steve's been timing you to line up with is plan. You should drop any second now. Then he felt it. Your hand lost pressure around him, soon you were behind him instead of beside him, your feet dragging. ''Si-ir.. I don- do- fe-'' and then you hit the ground, your body falling limp.

Perfect

He leaned down and threw you up over his shoulder and began walking towards his car. He arrived there and dropped you into the back of the car before getting in the front and driving off. Steve kept an eye on you the whole time, he spent the last 3 months watching you. He wasn't going to fuck it up now. Steve began stalking you when you first started college. An old friend of his who's a professor called him up to tell Steve all the about the girls in his class. Steve decided to take a look for himself, when he got there he was a bit underwhelmed, until he spotted you. You were gorgeous, so young and pure. You shirt tightly around your breasts, and your pretty navy slacks, hugging your hips nicely. You had to be his.

Steve then pulled the ''I'm her dad''' trick to get your dorm room number and location. Then it was just a waiting game. Camera and microphones set up in your side of the dorm. He heard about the party last week and instantly got his men involved, bartender, party-goers and security. This was his only chance to make you his. Steve pulls into his driveway and carries you inside, bringing you into the pale white and simple spare room. He took a wipe and began cleaning your face and hands from the sticky alcohol as you stayed still on the bed. He finished wiping you and gently brought his hand to your chest, touching your breast lightly, running his fingers over where your nipple would be, he groaned as he saw your nipple, perk up through your top.

Your face contorted as the drugs began to wear, Steve stepped back and placed himself into a chair. Your eyes open and you slowly began to sit up. “W-what happened?”

Steve got up and moved the chair to your side. “You were drugged, and you wanted to be safe, so I brought you to mine” You sat up fully and rubbed your eyes, whining as your stomach cramped and twisted. You looked up at the man, tall, blond, piercing blue eyes, muscular. He was.. perfect

He rested his hand on yours. “What’s your name little one?” You told him your name and he smiled. “That’s a pretty name, I’m Steve” he smiled.

“It’s nice to meet you Steve”

You slowly got up and huffed. ''Thank you for helping me.. would you be able to drop me home?'' ''No'' Steve said straight out, causing you to look at him with confusion. ''I'm sorry?'' ''Your friend Georgia.. she didn't come home last night, you shouldn't go back in case something happened'' When the words registered in your still-slightly-drugged head you burst out sobbing. ''oh no, sweetheart'' Steve awed, sitting up beside you, opening his arms for a hug which you gratefully accepted, hiding away in his chest as Steve gently stroked your hair. ''She's gonna be okay.. all okay, I'd say she just went home with one of those silly college boys.''

You sniffled and sat up to look at him. ''You really think so?'' he nods. ''I do'' You sat back up and away from him. ''Okay thank you... C-can I stay here until she's found?'' Steve smiled. Perfect

''Of course you can, I have a basement room, it much better.'' you nodded, slightly confused on why you can't stay in the room you're in right now. You nodded and looked back at him. ''Do you have spare clothes I could use?'' ''I do, love, but first lets get some food into you'' He helped you up and led you downstairs to his pearly white kitchen, sitting up on the black leather stool, you looked around in awe as Steve slid the plate across the counter top. ''Here, love. Spicy breaded chicken with pepper jack cheese and jalapeños on white wrap''

Your... favourite?

''W-wow Steve... that's my favourite.. th-thank you'' Steve looked at you happily. ''No way! that's my favourite too.'' You chuckled softly and dug into the food, moaning at the taste. Keep it together, Steve

''Mhmm Steve! this is so good! The best one I ever had!'' You smiled at him before eating again. Steve began washing the dishes and you finished your food and brought he dish to him ''Thank you Steve'' you spoke before going back and sitting on the stool.

Once Steve finished up the dishes he left and came back with one of his t-shirts and a small pair of shorts. ''Here these should fit you'' ''Thank you'' you walked the bathroom and got changed, you came out tugging at the shorts, that ended up being a little too big for you. ''They okay?'' he asked.

''Yes, they are. Thank you''

''c'mon lets show you to the basement''

He put his hand on your back and began walking you to the door, you began walking down with him. Steve pulled the string to turn on the lights, the crackly noise of the lights, running through the room and the sound of water dripping down the walls.

He let you wander into the middle of the basement, your socks soaking with whatever liquid was on the floor. ''Steve are you sure this is th- Steve?'' When you turned around Steve was gone, already walking up the stairs. ''Steve wait!'' you began following him up the stairs as you nervously chuckled. ''I think this might the be the wrong basement'' Steve gave you an evil laugh before open the door. ''Oh no sweetheart it's the right one. I'll be down in the morning''

You began to tear up. ''N-no no you can't leave me here, I can't sleep here!'' Steve turned back and harshly grabbed your forearm and began dragging you downstairs and throwing you on the floor. ''Stop being fucking ungrateful and accept that I'm helping you. Goodnight''

Tears began to stroll down your cheek as you moved you knee closer to your chest. ''Please Steve.. don't leave me down here'' you sobbed out as Steve smirked at you. ''I will you see in the morning'' he said flat and clear to you, like you were stupid, before turning and walking up the stairs and locking you inside. You felt like your chest was closing on it's self. You couldn't breathe. Once you heard the door locked you jumps and ran up the stairs. ''PLEASE NO!!'' you banged hard on the door and screamed at the top of you lungs as you sobbed hard. Steve was fed up at this point, he stormed to the door and gave it one hard bang. ''HEY! shut the fuck up''. A small sorry was whimpered from your mouth as you slowly went back down the stairs and laid on the floor, gently sobbing yourself to sleep.

Steve woke early and made your favourite breakfast. Chocolate chip pancakes with whipped cream and marshmallows. He slammed your door open and walked downstairs, gently kicking you with his foot to wake you up, as your eyes fluttered open, he knelt in front of you. ''Good morning, breakfast?'' You look up at him and reply ''Y-yeah.. please''. Steve helped you up and brought you to the kitchen counter. Twiddling your thumbs as you sat quietly, you looked down at your arms, noticing the bruises forming from where he grabbed you in the basement. He slid the plate over to you and instantly begin eating. Once you finished you looked up at him. ''Did they find her?'' ''Im sorry?'' he looked at you dumfounded. ''Georgia.. did they find Georgia?'' Steve sighed and looked at you. ''Not yet but they have hope.'' you nodded again ''but can I go home?''

''No, but i'll make today good for you'' you nodded, not responding verbally. He sat on the couch and patted the seat beside him for you. You slowly walked over, still pulling the shirt down over your legs. Once you sat down, Steve smiled at you. ''Tell me sweetheart, you have a boyfriend?'' You blushed and shook your head. ''No, Sir- Steve I don't... never have had one'' Steve smiled at you. ''You ever get asked out?'' you shook your head again. Steve couldn't believe how innocent you were. ''I find that very hard to believe, you're very beautiful. I'm sure all the boy wanted you'' you giggled nervously and played with with the shirt again. ''Are you a virgin, sweetheart?'' you gasped loudly, shocked that Steve would ask such a personal and intimate question. ''I - eh yes'' Steve smirked. Perfect

He patted his lap gently. ''C'mere sweetheart'' you slowly sat on his lap, your body staying very tense. He began to stroke your back gently. ''Relax sweetheart.. I just want to help you'' ''H-help me? with what?'' ''Your virginity'' You completely tensed in his arms, why does he want to help you with that. Mom always said to wait for the right person... or even wait till your married, not just some random guy who you met last night. ''I - don't.. I don't think that's a good idea S-Steve''

''I know Georgia wasn't a virgin, don't you want to be like her?'' how did he know that?

''I - em.. I guess.. she did she had a good time... a really good time'' Steve smirked. ''Well why don't we have a really good time too?'' You thought about it for a minute. I mean he did save you the last night and gave you a place to sleep. ''Okay.. Let's do it'' Steve began stroking your bare thigh. “You trust me princess?” You nodded and he slapped your thigh making you scream. “You have to speak”

“I do.. i do trust you” Steve turned you slightly so your back was against his chest and he tapped your knee gently so you would spread your legs, has he began to gently stroke the inside of your leg. You shuddered, so sensitive it was crazy. ''Sweetheart? Can I take your clothes off?'' ''Yes..''. You leaned forward a little bit and slowly pulled your top off, and instantly, your nipples hardened. From the cold air or Steve? You really don't know. Steve spotted your nipple, and instantly his cock got hard, groaning as your ass pressed against it. ''So pretty honey'' He awed at you, gently bringing his hand up your tummy and to your left nipple, gently running his thumb over it make you whimper. ''You're so sensitive'' you pant softly ''Sorry Steve''

''Don't apologise.. makes you better'' Steve gently traced his hand down your tummy, slipping into the shorts he gave you. You gasped loudly as he passed your panties. ''S-steve.. I don think I'm ready'' you mumbled, turning your head to look at him. He scoffed and grabbed your chin, making you look forward. ''Shut up.. you're ready'' you whimpered at his words, a few tears falling down your cheeks.

Steve hand moved further, his finger tips grazing over you clit, making you moan loudly. One of your tears landed on his hand and he looked up at you. ''Look at the little cry baby... so desprate for cock that she's crying over it'' You cried harder at his words, not knowing that's what he wants. Steve cock grew harder with your cries, so suddenly he flipped you onto your back on the couch and knelt in between your legs. ''You want cock, I'll give it to you, greedy little bitch'' You pushed away slowly, crying more but Steve pulled you back and held one of your thighs down with his knee. Steve quickly unbuckled his trousers and shimmed them down along with his boxers, allowing his throbbing cock to come out. You looked down and gasped when you saw the sure size of him. More and more fear ran through your body as he got closer to gently leaning over you. You might have been a virgin, but you knew well enough that you needed more prep if you were gonna take him fully.

''S-Steve! No! please don't you're too big!!'' You cried harder and squirmed, Steve now getting frustrated by all your movements. You sat up a little bit but he slammed your shoulder back down. ''You wanted this honey.. hurts my feelings that your trying to push me away'' ''I said I'm not ready!! Please Steve d- OH MY GOD OWW'' Steve got fed up and slammed into you, bottoming out instantly. Giving you no time to adjust, Steve began dragging his cock almost all the way out and all the way back in again at a fast pace. ''You like that baby? taking my cock like a good little slut?'' You cried harder and harder with each thrust, the pain of Steve stretching you out was too much for you to deal with. You watch as Steve moved his hand to your breast and slapped the left one hard, making you scream. ''Steve please'' you begged him, trying to push his arms away. ''Please what princess?'' he then began to pretend to listen to you. ''Fuck you harder? As you wish'' He slammed back into you moving impossibly fast, then you clenched around him, making Steve gasp. ''Fuck princess, you gonna have your first orgasm?'' you clenched again. ''Yeah you are, c'mon let me see it, give it to me, slut'' You cried and moaned, as your first real orgasm washed over you, the sensation being new, and painful at the same time. Steve moaned loud before leaning over your and trapping you in his arms, as he went deeper and deeper inside you.

''Fuck that was so hot baby, gonna let me fill you up?'' Your eyes went wide when you registered what he said. He couldn't release in side you! You weren't on birth control! ''No No Steve you can't! I'll get pregnant'' Steve chuckled softly, he wanted that, he needed that. ''Yeah baby.. gonna fill you up'' Steve's movements got quicker, now imagining you dripping his cum, mixed with your blood. Steve panted heavily before tugging at your hair. ''Shit coming!!'' he yelled before groaning loudly and spilling inside you making you scream ''NO!!'' but it was too late. Steve quickly pulled out of you, sitting back to admire the view, just as he imagined it. You, dripping with his cum, mixed with your blood. He panted before kissing your leg. ''Good job, princess''. You trembled on the couch, your mind not understand what was going to happen next, but what did was.. unexpected.

Steve leaned down and brought you into his arms, pressing you against his chest. You were so confused, you whimpered softly, your body still trembling and Steve just placed a light kiss on your forehead. ''Sh sh sh baby, It's okay. I have you''. Your body surprisingly relaxed and slowly fell to sleep. You might have been confused but Steve knew exactly what he was doing. You woke up later that day, down in the cold and wet basement again, but their was a note. A little letter from Steve that wrote ''Gone to work, back at 10'' You sighed at the note, not even knowing what time it was. You moved slightly, the pain from between your legs shooting through your whole body. Then all the memories came flooding back....

For the next few days, you began to look at Steve... differently. You began doing what he says more acceptingly, being nicer to him, being a ''good princess'' for him like he called you. He began letting you sleep upstairs with him, he even gave you a little blue bunny you called flopsy. You were really beginning to like Steve, you even began calling him Stevie.

There still hasn't been any news on Georgia, Steve would get kind of mean every time you brought her up, but even if she was found. You weren't sure if you want to go back to your home. You were happy here. You woke up this morning and Steve was still asleep, you looked over at him and giggled, gently slipping into his arms and snuggling against his chest, flopsy pressed to your chest. Steve felt you against him and woke up softly. ''Good morning princess'' you looked back up at him and kisses his chin. ''Good morning Stevie'' he loved when you called him that. Steve gently ran his hand up and down your naked back as you smiled at him, making his cock stir against your leg.

Steve smirked down at you. ''Wanna try something new today baby?'' you nodded eagerly. You loved it when Steve taught you stuff. ''Why don't you try sucking my cock today'' You nodded nervously, it was the one thing you and Steve still haven't done.

Once you nodded, Steve pulled back the crisp white sheets and rolled onto his back, his hard cock resting against his abs, as pre-cum dribbled out. ''Go on princess, you're a big girl, you can do it yourself'' You slowly brought yourself down in between his legs and lowered yourself to your stomach, face to face with is cock. You sat up a little bit and wrapped your hand around the base and brought the tip to your mouth, lightly sucking on it.

''That's it princess good job'' Steve moaned out softly. You moved down a little bit, taking more of his cock into your mouth before bobbing your head up and down. Steve groaned as you kept going, but noticed after a while that you weren't going any further, but Steve wanted you to, so he sat up a little bit and placed his hands on the back of your head and pushed you down, making you scream around his cock, the vibrations making Steve moan. ''That's it princess, keep going further and I'll cum'' You tried your best to go down further but you just couldn't. He was too big for your little mouth. Steve got annoyed, so quickly he threw his hands onto the back of your head and pushed you down, ignore your screams as he bucked into your face, fucking your throat for a while before coming down it with a loud moan. He grabbed your hair and pulled you off, watching as you panted as the cum dripped out of your mouth. ''Good job princess.. clean yourself up, I'll go make breakfast'' you waited until he left before you got up to clean yourself, gently wiping the little slits of blood that had formed at the corners of your mouth before going downstairs with one of Steve's work shirts on and flopsy against your chest. You sat at the stool, and looked over at him. ''What are you making, Stevie?''

''Just some scrambled eggs and toast'' you nodded, fiddling with flopsys ears. ''sounds yummy''

Steve turned to you with two plates. ''I hope so, dig in baby''. He sat in front of you and both of you ate in a comfortable silence. He wiped his mouth as he finished before speaking. ''Tonight..'' he started with making you look up at him, your mouth still full with eggs. ''Ari, an old friend of mine will be coming over for dinner, and I want you to be on your best behaviour. He will be coming home with me so I will need to have cooked a meal and I've left a dress for you to where upstairs, is that understood?''

''Yes Stevie'' he stood back up and went to your side, stroking the side of your face. ''and if you're good, I'll treat you tonight''. You blushed and picked up the plate, bringing them over to the sink as Steve went and got changed for work. He kissed you goodbye before leaving, and showed you were all the food was for a roast chicken dinner to be made for tonight.

As the evening rolled around, the dinner was on and you were finishing your hair as the doorbell rang, letting you they were here. You rushed downstairs and swung the door open, smiling but then your stomach dropped when you saw your old professor Mr. Levinson standing at the door. ''H-hi gentlemen'' you smiled holding out your hand to him, introducing yourself. ''Hi there, It's lovely to meet you, Steve has told me lots about you'' Steve smiled and kissed your cheek. ''smells wonderful darling''

You led the two men inside, and got them two beers and you finished touching up dinner. The timer went off and you took the chicken out of the over and brought it to the dinner table. ''Wow princess, it looks lovely''. Steve praised you as he picked up the knife to cut it. You rushed back to the kitchen to bring out the sides, placing them around the chicken. Both the men began to serve themselves and once Steve had his portions he served up yours. The two men began to talk about life and work, as you sat in silence, slowly eating your food. Like a good princess.

Ari then turned to you ''So tell me, lovely. How did you and Steve meet?'' you blushed heavily and looked at Steve before looking at Ari again. ''At a party, he saved me from a drugged drink'' Ari smirked softly, knowing exactly how that drink got you. ''He's a really hero'' When you all finished eating, you picked up all three of the plates and brought them to the sink. You didn't hear him but Steve pressed up behind you and whispered in your ear. ''Say your feeling tired and go up to bed, I want you stripped and awake when I get up there... you'll get your present then''. you nodded and went back to the table. ''I think I'm going to head to bed guys, I'm awfully tired'' You faked yawned and looked at Steve. ''That's alright princess'' You walked over to Steve and kissed his cheek and saying goodnight before heading to the stairs. ''Princess?'' Steve called you back ''Aren't you going to say goodnight to Ari?''. You nodded shyly and walked back over, kissing Ari's cheek ''Good night Ari'' ''Good night, lovely''. Ari replied to you, and Steve nodded at you giving the go ahead to go up now. You walked up stairs and took your dress off, laying perfectly and pure on the bed. After about 2 hours of waiting you heard Steve walking upstairs. You sat up on your elbows and smiled as the door opened, but jumped back when you Ari still with him. You began to cover yourself with the sheets but Steve shouted at you to stop. He then knelt in front of you. ''It's okay princess, Ari is just going to watch me give you, your present and then he will go home, okay?'' you whimpered and looked at Ari, leaning against the door, biting his lip. You whimpered more and Steve pinched your bare thigh. ''You only get your present if he can stay here, you don't get it if he leaves.... Okay?'' You nodded and Ari took his place in the chair, unzipping his pants as Steve pushed you back on the bed. He spread you thighs and brought them onto his shoulders, before licking a strip up your pussy. You moaned loudly at the new sensation. ''Oh my god Stevie!'' you moaned loudly, before hearing Ari moan from the corner. You look over at him to see him looking you dead in the eyes and he gently stroked his cock. Steve then slapped the inside of your thigh. ''Eyes on me, like a good princess'' Steve made you cum twice, making Ari cum all over his stomach with a deep groan. You panted heavily, your sweaty back stuck to the covers of the bed. Steve wiped his face as Ari cleaned himself up and walked to the door. Steve showed him out as you crawled into the bed, forcing yourself to stay awake until he came back. Steve rushed back up and stripped off, getting beside you and holding you close. ''Rest princess.. I'm here now''

You woke up the next morning to an empty bed but the smell of fried bacon coming up the stairs. You creeped down slowly and sat at stool. ''Hi Stevie'' Steve quickly turned around to you and smiled. ''Hey princess, good timing, breakfast is just done!'' he handed you the plate and you began eating.

Half way through eating you looked up at Steve. ''Hey Stevie..'' you waited for him to look at you before speaking again, which he did. ''You think I can go for a walk today?'' Steve thought for a moment before speaking. ''Yeah I think we can go for a walk when I get home from work'' Steve finished eating and stood up as you frowned. ''No, I-I-I meant can I go for a walk while you're at work?'' Steve laughed and shook his head. ''No princess you can't'' you looked at him offended before standing up ''But why not?'' ''Because I said so, It's not safe, now shut up and be good''. Anger ran through your veins, but then.. a plan was formed. You sat down and acted like the good princess he knows. He kissed your cheek before walking out the door, but the second the door closed, you made a run for it. You rushed upstairs and got your clothes, making sure they were right for the temperature, before heading out the door. You made it about two feet until you felt Steve's hand wrap around your arm and drag you back to the house. You kicked and screamed as he dragged you in the door and to the basement. ''NO NO!! STEVE PLEASE NO!! I'LL BE GOOD!!'' he through you on the floor and turned on the lights. ''Well I can't believe that, stupid little slut couldn't even be good for 12 hours'' You began to cry hard, now realising this is your life. ''You can- can't keep me here forever.. people will look for me.. li-li-like Georgia'' Steve scoffed and laughed ''Oh please, I had her throat slit the night of the party, she was a threat'' You gasped a cried harder, everything now falling apart, you looked up at him with anger. ''My parents.. yeah my parents they'll look for me'' Steve shrugged ''dead'' You didn't know any other emotion but anger right now.. and that's when you pounced. You jumped towards his legs and hit his knee cap making him stumble before digging your nails his calf, making him scream. You were too focused on harming him, you didn't notice take out the small pocket knife from his jeans. He flipped it up quickly and slashed down your back making you scream in pain. ''WHAT THE FUCK!?"~ Steve kicked you onto your back and you screamed in pain as your open wound hit the hard concrete. He slashed both arms and you cried. ''Be fucking quiet!'' You kicked and screamed more as he began to tug at your jeans before slicing just as your stomach to pull your jeans off. Tears streamed down your face as he took his cock out and plummeted into you with a loud groan. You cried as you looked on the floor and splatters and pools of blood. Steve rocked his hips hard and fast and each time you screamed from the pain he'd make another slice on your body, either on your stomach or your thighs. You sobbed softly as you watched Steve's face contort, knowing he was getting close ''P-please Stevie? Stop it all..'' He moaned and brought the knife close to your neck and you gasped, wide eyed. ''Shh shh shh princess, it's okay, it will all be over soon'' Steve pressed the knife into your skin, and gently cut your throat, blood spewing everywhere as your mouth filled up with blood, choking as you tugged at Steve's arm. ''It's all gonna be okay'' Steve kept thrusting into you and he came and pulled out as your eyes closed and your body fell limp. Steve sighed and stood back up pulling out his phone and calling someone. ''Hey Kemp, yeah I got another for you, don't worry, she's already dead and a little pre-sliced'' ''You're doing the lord's work, Rogers. One of my guys will be over soon. Thank you'''

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happy74827 · 3 months

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Let Me In

[Steve Rogers x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: Steve is persistent in a lot of things. But when he catches fear in your eyes, he wants nothing more than to help you heal.

WC: 2230

Category: Hurt/Comfort {TW — Implications of SA}

The “who did this to you” trope has my whole heart.

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Seeing the pain in Steve’s eyes was more than enough to make your own heartache. The confusion on his face turned into a deep-set frown as his hands hovered over your body, too afraid to touch. Too afraid that if he touched you, the rest of you would crumble to the ground.

The silence between you was deafening, yet Steve said nothing. He just stared at you. You felt his gaze move from the top of your head and down the length of your body. His jaw clenched tightly when your expression faltered, and you tried your hardest not to show the pain you were feeling.

He wasn’t even reaching toward you in the first place; he was reaching for the water that was sitting by his punching bag, but the damage was done the second his hand came into your view.

Out of all the things that could’ve happened, flinching from Steve… of all people was the worst thing possible. The look of hurt on his face was enough to make your own heart drop to your stomach.

You knew he would never hurt you; he would never cause you pain. It was Steve, for goodness sake; he was a big teddy bear who wouldn't cause harm unless absolutely necessary. He had the biggest heart you'd ever seen. And yet, here you were, cowering away from him.

When his hand came into your peripheral, you jumped back, almost tripping over yourself as you stared up at him. You could feel your heartbeat in your throat.

It was so loud. So, so loud.

Steve, ever the hero, immediately pulled back. The water was forgotten and all of his focus was on you now. He even tried to reach out to you again, but seeing the flinch on your face was enough to stop him in his tracks.

He didn’t know what to do.

Steve was the guy who knew exactly what to do in every situation. He was Captain America.

Captain America.

But seeing you cower away from him made him feel helpless.

His hands were still hovering, his brow was still furrowed, and his lips were set in a firm line. He wanted to touch you, to hold you, but he was so scared that you would push him away and run.

It broke his heart.

The last time he saw you, you were happy and laughing and smiling. But now, it was like someone had taken all the happiness from your face. The smile was gone. Your laughter was gone. The light was gone. And Steve hated it.

He hated it with every fiber of his being.

He was the first to speak. A small whisper. A whisper that would've been missed if you weren't hanging onto every single one of his movements.

"What happened?"

He took a small step forward and watched as you tensed up, your fingers curling around the fabric of your shirt. You swallowed thickly and shook your head.

He deserved the truth, but you couldn't bring yourself to tell him.

You didn’t want to tell him. Not after you had flinched away from him.

"I’m fine, Steve."

He gave a low hum and looked you over, trying to gauge the situation and find the best way to approach this. He needed to get you talking, but he had to be careful. He couldn’t make the same mistake twice.

"You don't look fine."

The way his voice came out, it was like a breath. His words were soft and comforting. His eyes never once left yours, not even to see where he was stepping.

You wanted to scoff. You wanted to tell him that you were perfectly fine and that he had nothing to worry about. You wanted to lie and say that the flinch was an accident, a momentary lapse in judgment.

You wanted to lie.

But you couldn't. Not to Steve.

Never to Steve.

"Who did this to you?"

It was the way he said it. The tone he used. It wasn't accusatory; it wasn't harsh. It was gentle. It was caring. It was full of concern. Full of love.

But the question brought you up short.

You could feel his eyes on you. You could feel his gaze burning through you, his worry evident. You could feel him staring right into your soul.

You knew he didn't mean to ask it, but the question slipped past his lips before he could stop it. Before he could pull it back.

You swallowed thickly and looked down at the floor, not being able to bring yourself to meet his eye. You could see his boots; you could see his toes.

But not his face. You didn’t want to see his face. You couldn’t handle the concern.

You could hear him shuffling closer, his hand reaching out slowly and hesitantly. When his finger brushed against your arm, you jerked back, but he didn't let you get too far.

His grip was gentle. So gentle, but it was enough to hold you. Just enough.

It was just your name, just a whisper, but the way he said it made you weak. The way he breathed it out had your knees shaking. You could feel the tears burning the back of your throat; you could feel them gathering in your eyes. They were going to spill over soon, and Steve was the only one who was going to be there to see it. No one else.

"Tell me"

There was a moment where you wanted to fight it. To shove him off and run to your room. To lock yourself away and never come out. But when his thumb rubbed over your cheek, it was the moment that you broke.

Tears spilled over. They flowed freely down your cheeks, dripping from your chin.

Your breath came in harsh pants.

Steve's hands moved to your shoulders. He held you firmly yet gently. His thumbs rub slow circles on the top of your arms.

“Damn it.” You breathed out. “Damn it! Of all the people I slip in front of, why did it have to be you? Why couldn't it have been Tony? Or Nat? Or Sam? Or hell, even Bruce? It had to be you, didn't it, Rogers? It had to be the guy I was trying to avoid. The one person I didn't want to know.”

Your rant was cut off when you felt Steve's fingers under your chin. He tipped your head back and forced you to look at him. He looked down at you with those soft blue eyes, the ones you had been trying to avoid since the start.

They were the only thing that could ever get through to you. They were the only thing that could make your walls come down.

His hand was gentle. It was like he was trying to hold a piece of glass. If he pressed too hard, you would break. And god, did you want to break. You wanted to feel the release, the freedom.

You wanted to feel something, anything other than this pain.

"I'm sorry." You breathed out. "I didn't mean to."

"Don't apologize," He murmured. "Just talk to me."

"Steve-"

"Please." The word was a broken plea. It was the most vulnerable you had ever seen him.

You bit your bottom lip and looked down at the ground, unable to hold his gaze.

"Please." He repeated. "Let me help."

"It's not that easy." You whispered. You couldn't believe that you were even considering telling him.

"Yes, it is. I'm right here."

You were going to regret this. You didn't want to, but you were going to.

"I can't." You shook your head, a sob rising in your chest. "I can't, Steve. Please don't make me."

“Then tell me how I can help you."

You didn’t know how to respond. How could you possibly tell him how to help?

"I- I don't know."

He sighed and stepped back. For a second, you thought he was going to leave, that he was done with you, but with the way his gaze never left yours, you knew that wasn’t the case.

He reached down and wrapped his fingers around your wrist, tugging you behind him.

You let him. You were too tired to fight back.

Too tired.

Too weak.

He led you out of the gym and through the tower, his pace never once slowing. Not until the both of you were in front of your bedroom door. Then he released his hold on you and stood back, looking at you. His jaw was still clenched, and his hands were balled into fists. You didn't know if it was because of the fact that someone had hurt you or the fact that you were hiding the truth from him.

"Let me in." He said, his tone leaving no room for argument. "If not today, then some other time. Let me in."

"Why?" You questioned, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Because I care."

"Why?" You repeated, your eyes narrowing. "Why do you care so much?"

"I know what it’s like," He murmured. "To feel the need to hide from the world. To feel the need to bottle everything up inside. You don’t need to do this alone. I don’t know what happened to you, but whatever it is, you can talk to me. Let me in. Tell me the truth."

You shook your head and turned, reaching for the handle, but Steve was faster. His hand shot out and curled around your wrist. He kept you in place.

"Please." He murmured.

The desperation was evident in his voice. The sincerity was, too.

“You want the name that much?” You questioned, keeping your gaze trained on the door.

It was better than facing him.

It was better than seeing the disappointment in his eyes.

It was better than seeing the pity.

It was easier to hide the emotions behind the door, not having to see his reaction.

"I want you to be honest with me. I want you to talk to me. If you’re comfortable giving me the name, then that's your choice. It's always your choice. I won't force you to do anything, but I want to help."

"It's a little late for that," You scoffed, yanking your hand out of his grasp.

He stepped forward, crowding you against the door. You could feel his warmth against your back.

"I didn't know." He murmured, his hand reaching out to brush his fingers against the back of your neck. "Had I known, I would've put a stop to it."

"There's nothing you could've done."

"I could've killed him." He murmured. "That's what I could've done.”

“You don’t kill people, Rogers. It’s not who you are. You know that.”

“Still doesn’t change the fact that I would stop at nothing to keep you safe. Whoever this is, they aren’t going to lay another hand on you. I promise. They aren’t going to hurt you again, not if I can help it. You have my word."

You could feel the tears pricking the back of your eyes. God, did he have to say such sweet things?

You weren’t sure if it was because he was being a good friend or because he wanted something more, but whatever it was, it had you melting.

"I didn't mean to push you away." You whispered, resting your forehead against the cool metal of the door.

"I know."

"It was instinct. I couldn't-"

"I know."

"How do I fix this?"

"You don't. It takes time. Healing isn't an instant process. It took me a long time to get back to normal… somewhat normal.”

“But—” You began, but the look on Steve's face told you that arguing wasn't going to do you any good.

So you stopped.

"It takes time." He repeated. "But I'm not going anywhere. You can take all the time in the world, and I'll be here waiting. Whenever you're ready."

"I want it to go away."

"I know. Believe me, I know." He murmured.

You felt him shift behind you. His hand pressed flat against your back and rubbed slow circles, the heat seeping through the thin material of your shirt.

You had never felt so safe, not even when you were a child.

Steve's presence alone was enough to calm the anxiety running rampant through your body. You weren't sure what had caused this particular attack, but now that Steve was here, you were hoping it would pass soon.

"What do you need?" He asked softly, his hand running up and down the length of your back.

"You." You croaked out, the words almost getting lost in the fabric of his shirt.

"You have me."

"Promise?"

"Promise," He replied without missing a beat.

You took a deep breath and leaned further into his touch.

"It'll go away soon," He assured. "We can sit down and talk about it when you're ready."

"What if I never want to talk about it?"

"Then we won't. You set the pace, okay? Just… please, don't shut anyone out. Don't shut me out. We— I care about you."

You nodded your head, unable to form the words you wanted to say.

The feeling was mutual. You cared about him too. And maybe, just maybe, you would be willing to open up about this. Maybe even share the name.

Steve does throw a good punch, after all.

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