#captain america imagines

[violette-hue]

Jealous

Summary: Steve really doesn't like the person you're interviewing, so afterwards he fucks you sensleess.

Trigger Warning(s): unprotected sex, cursing, degradation, slight forcing, mentions of breeding kink, not proof read, maybe some typos

Word Count: 3.4k

A/N: Happy early birthday @ceo-of-daichi ! Possessive Steve is the best Steve~ (P.S. - I drank some tea for the flu in hops that it'll make me feel better, so the last half of this was written with a drowsy mind).

**Minors and ageless blogs do not interact. 18+ only**

“You’re interviewing him?”

You turned to look at your boyfriend as you buttoned up your blouse. You cocked a brow at the tone of his implication. You had been getting ready for a meeting for an interview that was to be done in an hour when he stalked into the room.

Ever since Steve had found out you were interviewing Loki for his part in the literal destruction of New York City, he had been making comments here and there on why this was a bad idea. Maybe he was right, but you were just over the moon Loki had even agreed to do an interview with you.

"Babe, I don't really see what's the problem," you responded nonchalantly, taking your time to button up the last few buttons. To show some boobage or to not. You chewed on the inside of your lip in thought.

Steve scoffed. "Are you kidding me? He just tried to take over New York City, causing millions in destruction. He's dangerous."

"Dangerous." You repeated. "Everyone is dangerous, Steve, even The Avengers. Besides, there's going to be, like, a bunch of police guys there guarding him. I actually think they might be S.H.I.E.L.D. agents."

You watched as the muscles on Steve's arm flexed as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Is that supposed to make me feel better?"

"Jesus Christ, Steve--"

"Language--"

"Why don't you just come with me? Brood in the corner like my silent protector."

It was silent for a few heartbeats, and you thought Steve might laugh in your face. Instead, he shook his head, a ghost of a smile on his lips.

"Fine," Steve said, leaning back against the door frame. "Button up your shirt again, I missed the show."

You giggled and rolled your eyes, but obeyed. You unbuttoned your blouse, then buttoned it back up again slower this time, giving a good show.

You walked into the interview room: Loki's cell. He was held behind some type of glass box, the floors some sort of dark, holographic tile. The room was bare, housing only a dozen or so S.H.I.E.L.D. agents. Loki had escaped once from a cell similar to this, the chances of him escaping again were likely. These agents wouldn't be able to do much to stop it.

You stepped towards the glass, stopping a foot or two from the cell. Loki was already standing, and as he stalked towards you, he made sure to trail his eyes over your body.

"Did you get all dressed up for me?" Loki drawled, a smirk tugging on the corners of his lips.

You rolled your eyes and pulled out the small recorder that was tucked into the waistband of your tight skirt. "I hate to bruise your ego, but it's actually a job requirement," you responded, tripling checking the recorder had enough charge. You had checked the decent sized black rectangle before you left the apartment and then on your way over here. A nervous habit and the constant feeling that something would go wrong.

"An enjoyable job requirement. For me," Loki commented.

You heard a low growl come from Steve and felt the warmth from his chest as he stepped closer to you.

"Oh," Loki hummed. "A displeasure to see you Mr. America." Loki took a few steps closer. "Did they send you in to keep guard, too?"

"No," Steve answered roughly. "And it's Captain."

"Yes, so sorry. Mr. Captain." Loki smiled wide, clearly enjoying making your boyfriend irritable.

You couldn't help but giggle and look down. Loki was charming and funny. Too bad he was an absolute menace to society.

"Mr. Laufeyson--" you started, pressing the record button.

"Oh, I like the sound of that," Loki purred.

"--I want to make you aware that from this point forward, I'll be recording or conversation for the interview you agreed to."

The door that lead to Loki's cell closed with a loud thud and you walked down the quiet hallways in silence. Steve hadn't said much since speaking up before the interview, and you had this gut feeling that something was wrong. You stole a glance toward him and frowned. He was brooding, his brows knitted together with irritation. Even as pissed as he looked, he still looked so beautiful, like he was carved by the hands of a goddess.

"Stop staring at me," Steve said sharply.

You frowned at the roughness in his voice. "You're angry."

"I'm not."

You moved your gaze back to the labyrinth you were walking through, deciding to stay quiet. It was no use trying to talk to Steve when he got in these moods. His walls would come up and anything you'd say would just bounce right back at you. You'd just have to wait until you got home.

The next few minutes were filled with the sounds of your shoes echoing off the dark floors. At this point, you weren't even sure where you were going, and you were hoping that Steve would guide you in the right direction. But he stopped, causing you to stop with him.

"What--?"

"I told you, you shouldn't have done that interview with him," Steve hissed.

You turned towards him, your brows furrowed with confusion. You opened you mouth, but closed it as soon as Steve continued.

"The whole time--the whole fucking time--he was doing nothing but flirting with you. Commenting on your clothes, commenting on your hair, commenting on your hips--"

"I do have nice 'birthing hips,'" you interjected playfully.

Steve backed you up against a wall, his hand slamming against the tile above your head. "That's not the fucking point," he growled, his face inches from yours.

"Language," you breathed. Your thighs instinctively rubbed together at the close proximity of your bodies. With just a slight arc of your back, your aching breasts would be flush against his chest. You mentally kicked yourself. Now wasn't the time to have your head in the gutter. Not when Steve was finally addressing the situation at hand.

"You looked like you were enjoying the flirting, too," he spat. "Did you?"

You were at a loss for words. Of course you enjoyed the playful flirting. You enjoyed the senseless comments just to irritate Steve and the below the belt jabs just to get a response out of him. How could you not? Steve was always so tense, so worried about his image in public that it came home with him. He didn't know how to let loose, how to just be Steve Rogers instead of Captain America.

"Yes," you finally answered. "I enjoyed it. A lot."

Steve pushed himself off the wall and ran a hand through his perfectly combed hair. "Fuck--" He took a deep breath and looked at you, then looked away. He seemed to be having an internal battle with himself.

"I liked the way you reacted to it," you continued bashfully, looking down. "Y'know, this--" You quickly gestured with a hand to Steve and stepped away from the wall.

You felt stupid at the disclosure, but you didn't want Steve to think you enjoyed the flirting because of who it was coming from. You liked the way Steve would place a subtle hand on your hip or gently brush back your hair whenever Loki would make a sly remark. Steve wasn't the possessive type, and you enjoyed it. But you also didn't know him being possessive would do these things to you. Your breasts felt heavier, your nipples pebbled, and your core ached with a neediness you had never felt before.

"This..." Steve trailed off. He gave a breathy chuckle and shook his head. "You're mine."

You blinked, taking a shallow breath. You needed to hear him say that again, needed to hear him say that while he was in you.

Steve shook his head again and backed you up against the wall once more. "You're mine." He buried his head in the crook of your neck and gave you a rough kiss against the sensitive skin. "Mine."

"I'm yours," you whispered, digging your fingers into his shoulders. You tilted your head back, exposing more of your neck for Steve to explore.

He pushed a knee between your legs and pried them open as much as your skirt would allow. His thick, muscled thigh rest on your lower thighs. If only you could hike this skirt up more, you thought, you'd be able to get some friction on your core. Your hips bucked and you licked your lips.

Were you really going to do this right here in the hallway? Steve tangled a hand in your hair and tugged roughly, eliciting a soft moan from your lips. To hell with this being a public space, you wanted Steve now. Your hands trailed down the blue button up he was wearing down to the gold buckle of his brown leather belt. You groaned in frustration, the belt lodged deep within the buckle.

"Steve Rogers and very horny girlfriend," echoed Fury's voice through the PA system. "Go fuck in your own house before I have you arrested."

Your hand froze, as did the rest of your body. How could you have forgotten you were in a public S.H.I.E.L.D. hallway with dozens of cameras? Nick Fury was practically watching the beginning of a porno. You moved your hands away from Steve's belt buckle and fixed your skirt. He stepped away from you, fixing his shirt. That's when you noticed his smirk. Had he planned all this? Realization hit you like a semi truck. Fury had exposed you all over the speakers. Speakers that sounded everywhere. Everywhere like in Loki's cell. After all the shameless flirting, Steve had proven to Loki that you were his.

You frowned. How could Steve have done this? It wasn't like him at all to dangle you like some prize.

"Real fucking mature, Steven."

"What's wrong, angel? You haven't spoken to me the whole ride home."

"Can it Steven," you snapped, tossing your purse on the kitchen counter. "You used me back there."

Steve scoffed. "Did I make a little scene in that hallway knowing Fury would say something? Maybe, sure. Did I know that Loki would hear? Yes. But, Angel, what was I supposed to do when you liked his flirting?"

You whirled on the ball of your foot toward Steve and pointed a finger at him. "You tricked me! I thought you were finally showing--I don't know, this dominant and possessive side? And I thought it was genuine, not some fucking show!"

Steve gave a heavy sigh. "Angel--"

"Don't fucking 'Angel' me, Steven." You pointed at him again, this time poking his chest. "I wanted to fuck you in that hallway. I was ready to fuck you in that hallway."

Steve grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you closer to him. "I was more than ready to fuck you in that hallway, too," he said, his voice a tad more gentle. "I would have fucked you against the glass of Loki's cell to claim you." A hot shiver ran down your spine and fluttered in your core. "I would have fucked my cum deep inside you until it ran down your legs for everyone to see. Especially him."

Your breath caught in your throat and the anger that was once boiling over in your blood had now dispersed. What replaced it was a deeply rooted lust that burned to your very core. Your blood, your body was on fire and the only way to sate it was to rip the clothes from your body and ride Steve until dawn.

"Do you want that, Angel?" Steve ran a hand down your arm and gently turned you around. His hand ran over your abdomen, his fingers catching in the buttons of your blouse. Your back was now flush against his chest and you felt something hard against your lower back. You breathed a shaky sigh of anticipation as he untucked the shirt from the tight skirt. His fingers worked to free the buttons and you shivered at the tension it caused your body.

You could only nod as the last button was freed, your chest nearly exposed. Your nipples hardened further at the coolness of your shared apartment, your lace bralette doing nothing to keep you warm.

He ran his hands up your bare stomach, then to the bottom of your bralette. His fingers dipped under the black, Lacey fabric and caressed the bottoms of your breasts. Another shaky sigh passed your lips and you rest your head back against shoulder. The feeling of his fingers sliding and squeezing your tender breasts, pinching and rolling your nipples between his fingers had you squirming for more. Wonton mews fluttered through your lips and your own hands rest over his, begging to handle you more rough.

Warm, wet kisses trailed along your neck to the outmost corner of your jaw. Your skin tingled where his lips met your flesh, tingled and buzzed until you felt as if you were going to explode. Steve had never handled you like this, had never been so passionate with you before.

Sex had always been mostly simple with Steve. Standard missionary was the go-to, with the occasional cowgirl. Everything else was…uncharted territory. Of course, you didn’t mind the simplicity, but this…this was amazing.

You pushed your bottom against his hard bulge and whined softly. “Steve,” you mewled. “I need more—please.”

Steve paused his ministrations on your breasts, his breath shaky against your neck. He slid his hands out of your lacy bralette, pausing at the bottom. In an instant, his fingers were digging into the lace, ripping the fragile fabric in two. Goosebumps pimpled over your breasts as the cold air of your apartment enveloped you skin. You gasped softly, the sudden show of aggression catching you off guard. His hands found place at the hem of your skirt, pushing the tight professional ware down your ass.

“What do you need, sweetheart?” Steve asked, his voice an octave lower.

You shakily stepped out of the skirt now pooled at your feet, now only standing in your opened blouse and a simple black thong. You shrugged the blouse to the floor, the remnants of your bralette falling with it. You turned around to face Steve in your nakedness.

“I need you,” you answered timidly, your gaze on the floor. “I need you inside me.” It was weird to tell him what you needed, having never spoken to each other during sex other than the occasional “you like that?” But you felt brave and…sexy. You took the smallest step closer, your fingers teasing the button of his jeans.

Steve let out a shaky breath, his hands gripping your hips tightly. You managed to undo the button one-handed and drag the zipper of his pants down, your fingers brushing against his clothed cock. You felt him twitch slightly, and you couldn't help the smile that tugged on your lips. He must be so hard, probably harder than he's ever been.

"Do you need me, too?" you asked, your hand fingering the hem of his boxers. Where was this braveness coming from? You slipped your hand inside his underwear, gently grabbing his cock. Your thumb swiped along the head of his penis, smearing his pre-cum.

Steve swallowed hard, and you could see the effort it took for him to bring his hand to caress your cheek. "I want you to suck my cock," Steve grunted.

Your thumb stopped its ministrations and you pulled your hand from his boxers. "No." You stepped back, looking Steve up and down.

Steve cocked his head to the side, his brows furrowed. "'No'?" he repeated. He took a step towards you, and you took a step back, your lower back brushing against the kitchen island counter. Steve shook his head and pulled up the shirt he wore. Understandably, you were quite distracted by his chest and the dark hairs leading down to--

You let out a small yelp as Steve grabbed you by the backs of your knees and placed you on the counter. He forced your legs apart, running a finger over the thin g-string covering your heated mess. A finger pushed the thin fabric aside and delved inside your needy cunt. His finger flexed and curled almost instantly, and you let out a loud moan.

"You sound so needy," he growled, pulling his finger out. He rubbed his thumb and forefinger together, spreading your juices. "Is it me that's got you like this? Or him?" He shook his head, disgust shining through his features. "Slut."

You winced at the word, at the harshness of it. Did he really mean that? "Steve," you started, "of course it's you--" You were cut off with a loud moan pushing through your lips as Steve inserted two fingers inside you. His fingers curled once more, and with it your toes.

"This pussy belongs to me," he pumped his fingers inside you, his other hand pushing down his boxers and pants. "Your pussy belongs to me."

Without a warning, Steve's fingers abandoned your needy core, and in its place was his cock. The thickness stretched you out, and the head of his penis hit against your puffy walls. He pulled out quickly, then bottomed out inside you once more. His hands gripped your hips roughly, his thrusts just as rough. You cried out each time, nearly feeling him in your stomach. It was too much, but not enough at the same time. You had never been fucked like this before, and you relished in it. Relished in the way Steve's balls slapped against you with a wet snap. Relished in the way Steve made a mess of you--your wetness dripping down to the counter.

"I belong to you," you whimpered, back arching. Your hands gripped his thick biceps, your nails digging into his flesh.

Steve's thrusts faltered and he finally looked at you. He pulled you flush to his chest, your bare breasts against him. He gripped your chin and looked deep into your eyes. "Say it again."

You were caught aback, never having seen Steve so vulnerable before. You moved your hands up to rest on his shoulders. "I'm yours, Steve. Body and soul."

It was as if a switch had been pressed in Steve. One minute you were on the counter and the next you were bouncing against the wall. Steve thrust up into you, his cock never leaving the warmth of your pussy. His grip on your hips was ironclad as he fucking you on the wall. You screamed in bliss and in pain. You'd never been explored like this--Steve had never explored you like this. His cock was hitting places you didn't even know existed or felt good. He shifted his position, thrusting into you at a different angle and you saw stars. Tears leaked from the corner of your eyes as your orgasm washed through your body. Your legs wrapped around his torso, your ankles locking around each other.

Steve fucked you through your orgasm, sweat lining the both of your bodies. Your hands tangled in his hair and tugged lightly, another cry emanating from your lips. You ground your hips down against him, your clit rubbing against his pelvis. You could feel another orgasm coming, could feel the tension in your body rise. Your fingers tightened on the strands of Steve's hair as another orgasm was nearing its peak. Your back arched as your body trembled with another orgasm, your legs shaking. Steve's thrusts faltered and he groaned loudly. His cock twitched inside you as he pushed himself as deep as he could in your battered cunt. He allowed himself to spill his seed within you, and you both stayed in that position for quite some time. Even when you felt his cock soften within you, you stayed like that, each breathing hard.

"Steve?" you breathed, untangling your fingers from his hair.

"Hmm?" he answered. His head rest on your shoulder, his breath fanning against your neck.

"Did you really mean that? That you'd fuck me in front of Loki?"

Steve lifted his head and looked at you. "Well, maybe not in front of someone--"

"But like," you paused timidly, "in public?"

Steve chuckled. "I wouldn't mind, angel. We can try it one day."

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[amasterpieceofmadness]

How the Marvel men treat you on Valentines Day

pairings Steve Rogers x reader warnings none, teeth rotting fluff

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Like Bucky Steve is very old school. Therefore, it’s not a hard decision for him on what to do on Valentines Day. First of all, he wrote you a little love letter, telling you to be ready on Valentines Day, 7pm. And you do just that, just as you finish putting on some lipstick there’s a knock at your door. Excitedly you open it to find Steve standing there, a bouquet of flowers in hand and a huge smile all over his face. “Happy Valentines Day” he says and patiently wait for your reaction. “You look amazing, darling” he looks you up and down and you can’t take his cute look anymore and just wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. Steve returns the kiss and smiles softly at you as you part after a couple of seconds. “You ready to go?” As soon as you nod he gently takes your hand and leads the way. He takes you to a vintage bar nearby where you spend the evening. You talk and laugh a lot together, and eventually he is even comfortable enough to dance with you to the music out of an old jukebox. And for a moment he even forgets all the stress and responsibilities he has as Captain America. He feels sent back in time, with you, the love of his life, swaying in his arms.

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[ktficworld]

Loving you is not easy, my dear

Pairing: Steve Rogers x desi!reader

Summary: America thinks Steve Rogers can do better and maybe, they are right.

Warning: heavy racism(seriously, I'm not using this word lightly), angst, hurt/comfort, trolling, protective!Steve, reader gets her revenge on the racist bastards 😈

A/n: posting after so long. Already know traction is going to be shit but I'd really appreciate if you reblog this. I'll try to keep it short(I failed💀)

Tags: @sunshine-on-my-mind @slutty-daddy-pedro

This wasn't supposed to happen.

You weren't ready to get dragged through the mud just yet.

You and Steve have been dating for a year. You were a regular software engineer. Wandering around on the internet, to help fellow programmers with their problems. Little did you know, that none other than Tony Stark was there for help under the disguise of 'toiletdistroyer'; frankly, you should have known by this username, but oh well.

So, you caught the billionaires eye and he offered you a job on the spot. And of course, you took it, much to your parents dismay and happiness. With tears filled in your eyes and aachar, parathe stuffed in your tiffin. Of you went to America.

You didn't meet the captain for a good month and honestly, even if you had. You wouldn't have given two fucks about him since you were stressed to the brim with work and moving in.

You slowly met every avenger. Tony was the first, of course. Then it was Bruce Wayne Banner as you worked on the technical part of a bio-tech project he was developing. He was good but was shy and mostly kept to himself. Afterwards followed, Natasha, she was sassy and perfect. You liked talking to her about girl shit and somehow, she took a liking to your weird ass and you befriended black widow.

Next up, was his best friend. Bucky. He caught you wandering outside the stark building because you came too early and so he joined you and the birds chirping. He was cute and funny, but not your type. Thankfully, he wasn't interested and quickly friend zoned him.

Then you met him.

You whistled as you sauntered into the lobby. Clocking out early from your shift and cherry on top, it was Friday. You were going to have a fun weekend. Talking with your parents, watching kdrama and being gleefully single.

Your whistle was disturbed by something squashy yet hard coming underneath your foot. You retreated your foot and glanced down with furrowed brows. It was a brown leather wallet. With a sigh, you bent down and picked up the lost wallet.

You opened the wallet to see the identity of the abandoned wallet's owner and your eyebrows disappeared into you hairline as the stupidly handsome face of the captain appeared in front of you. He must have dropped it in a hurry.

Your eyes darted around as you bit your bottom lip. The sane thing to do would be to go to the reception, hand her the wallet and go your merry way. But he might still be around and also, the receptionist looked too bitchy for you to deal with. So you went for the less sane option, of course.

You took a deep breath and glanced up at the ceiling. "Hey, Friday. Is Captain Rogers still in the compound?"

"Yes, miss. Shona. Captain Rogers is in the parking lot." The robotic voice of Friday said from above.

"Thank you, Friday." You said and deeply sighed. Yes, you could do it. No need to be nervous. What if he's Captain America? You ain't a criminal. With that peep talk, you rushed to the parking lot.

You almost tripped while trying to find Steve in the parking lot but in the end, you found him. He was swinging his leg to climb on his bike when you shouted to get his attention.

"Captain Rogers! Captain Rogers!" The man stopped mid-way, setting his foot back on the ground as he turned around and you almost died at the sight of him. He was wearing blue jeans, white T-shirt and blue jacket, making his sapphire eyes pop as some blonde hair strands falling over his forehead. Oh, girl. Get a grip on yourself!

He was startled by your incessant shouting as he looked at you with his doe yet alert eyes. "Yes, miss. How can I help you?" He asked, ever the gentleman and you internally sighed in relief that he didn't call you ma'am.

You waved his wallet and said. "Your wallet. I think you dropped in the lobby."

His eyes widened as he patted his pockets and a sheepish look appeared on his face. "Ah, I think I really dropped it. Sorry." He said and walked up to you.

You gave him his wallet with a smile and bit your lip when your hands touched. Fuck, were you on your pms?

You peered at him through your lashes as he checked the insides of the wallet and promptly shoved it in his jeans back pocket.

He glanced at you and with a shy smile, said. "Thank you, miss."

"Oh, no problem. You can call me shona." You didn't know what divine energy of confidence came over you as you extended your hand for Steve to shake.

Steve looked at you funnily but shook your hand nonetheless. "That's not your real name, is it?" He asked timidly after the handshake, his touch lingering on your hand as you unwittingly savoured the feeling.

You beamed at him and shook your head. "Nope."

"Then, what is it?"

You told him your name and the smile on his dashing face faded away as he looked down. You could not blame him, most people had the same reaction and that was why you gave your nickname, not actual name.

"I'll probably butcher that." He muttered sadly as he scratched the back of his neck.

You chuckled and waved off his concerns. "It's alright. Most people can't say my name. Only few special people have made it into a special group who can pronounce it outside India." And it was true. Only few people were able to say your name without getting their tongue twisted, including Natasha.

Steve raised an eyebrow. He bent down, close to your face and whispered, in a husky voice. "And what are the requirements?"

You hummed as you pretend to think with your finger on your chin and said, dramatically. "A lot of dedication and practice."

Now it was his turned to be amused as he leaned even closer and asked. "And what will I get if I get into this special club?"

You were caught off guard as you spluttered out. "Um, what do you want?" And you also had kdramas to binge for fuck sake.

"A dinner sounds good." He said with a lopsided grin.

You gave him a thumbs up and said. "Perfect! Now I need to go. I have a weekend to enjoy, bye." You said and rushed out without a second thought or glance at Steve.

When you sat down in the metro was the time when your dumb mind actually processed his words and you froze In your seat. Wait! Did he just ask you on a date?

He did, in fact, ask you on a date.

After he learned to say your name. You two went on a date and you knew you were doomed. Those blue eyes had effectively captured your heart as you slowly fell for him.

And who won't? He was so soft, affectionate, caring, supportive. He was perfect. You didn't know what he saw in you. You were so... Regular.

But whenever you would say this to him. He would look at you all offended and ask why not? You were beautiful, intelligent and his sunshine. And you melted everytime he said that.

You told your parents and you had to make your mother take an oath that she won't say anything about your relationship to any of your relatives as she just couldn't stop giggling. Thankfully, she kept her oath.

You also officially got introduced to the avengers. Bucky and Natasha already knew about it and everyone was happy for you and Steve. Yeah, Tony did throw a tantrum about how he didn't figure out your budding romance and how Rogers whisked you away from under his nose. His words, not yours. And he also earned a slap to the chest by Pepper for that.

You both decided to keep your relationship private. Steve did not want to make a circus of his relationship in the media and you also wanted to lay low. You wanted to take the Katrina Kaif route, one day you're single and the next day, poof! You are married.

But the Cosmos had another plan.

You didn't know who it was, a reporter or a fan. But someone captured you and Steve in a not so platonic way. You were sitting on his bike, one hand occupied with an ice cream and the other, draped over his board shoulder. He was holding you by the waist as you both kissed. Ice cream long forgotten as you both were smiling into the kiss. But someone had posted it on social media and overnight your very private relationship was in front of the entire world to judge ans comment about.

You woke up to a cold bed and your phone exploded with texts and calls, ranging from judgmental relatives to your friends from India and America to the entire avengers team.

You furrowed your brows at the slew of messages and calls and decided to call Steve but instead his phone blared in your shared room, making you sigh. What the fuck was going on?

You scrolled through your contacts and paused when Natasha's name appeared. You hovered over her number hesitantly before calling her. Just after two rings, she answered.

"Hello, Natasha. What is going on and where is Steve?" You asked her in a sleepy voice and scratched your head.

On the other side of the line, Natasha sucked in a sharp breath and replied with unusual franticness. "Shona, somebody leaked a photo of you two and now the world knows that you both are in a relationship. Steve's in the living room, come here quickly and don't open your social media!" Natasha cautioned.

"Wha-" You didn't even get a chance to comprehend her words before she hang up the call. You glance at your phone incredulously. You sat up straight when your brain finally processed the given information. Your relationship was public. Your Katrina Kaif moment was ruined even before it materialised, ugh! So unfair.

And telling you not to open your social medias? It was like telling a child not to eat the candies from the jar. You bit your lip and opened the hellhole called twitter. And the number one trending hastag was:

#CaptainAmericaisdatingwho?

You tapped on the hastag and was instantly greeted by the picture of you and Steve. Your eyes widened as you took in the picture, whoever clicked it had good photography skills as you looked decent in it. You scrolled down and made a decision you would later come to regret, started reading the reactions of the people.

He is dating an Indian? Why? Did he not find any good girl in here? Insane.

If they have a child, what would be their skin color?

She probably put him under a spell or something.

Wait! She works for Stark, meaning this is a work-place relationship. Yeah, no shit, Sherlock.

Captain America is taken😭😭😭 why God! Now I need to find someone else to obsess over😭😭😭

Look how she's eating. Like, get some manners girl! 👇

You looked down to the image attached. You were eating rice with your hand and winking at the camera, granted it wasn't the neatest sight but eating food with hands made it taster(yeah, fight me on it!).

That was it, you could not take it anymore. You burst into a fit of uncontrollable laughter as you giggled at the comments, doubling down in your bed.

Tears gathered in your eyes as you laughed your ass off on these racists misery. You knew damn well that you would face some form of racism whether you dated Steve or not and it was funny to see them whine like anyone gave a shit.

You scrolled some more laughing at the whiny racist and the memes people made along the way. However, one comment caught your attention as you halted to read it.

Why isn't Steve dating her?

You looked down at the photo and your heart dropped, all your happiness fading away. You stared at the woman's photo for what felt like ages as you observed her porcelain skin, her blonde hair and her perfect figure. She was the epitome of an American woman.

You looked at Sharon's perfect face and could not help but echo the poster's thought. Yeah, why wasn't he dating Sharon? Why was he dating you? A regular girl while he was captain fucking America! He could have anyone he wanted. A model, an actor anyone he wanted and he wanted you? Why?

Much to your detriment, you scroll past it and onto the next comment which said:

So, she's the ugly one in the relationship 🙈🙈🙈

The comment plunged into your soul like a rusted dagger as your breathing becomes a shallow pounding in your ears. You glanced forward, where the full length mirror was sitting and stared at your reflection with critical gaze.

You brought a hand to your face, it was so dull. Your eyes had dark circles and were puffy. Your lips weren't plump enough. Your eyes weren't big enough. Your body wasn't curvy enough. You only had brains. No, you didn't! You weren't special, anyone could do your job with enough practice. You were nothing out of the ordinary.

You were snapped out of your destructive thoughts as your phone was snatched out of your grip. You whipped your eyes to the perpetrator and a very furious Natasha glared back at you.

"What did I tell you about not checking your social media?" Natasha asked, enraged as she waved your phone in her hands.

You didn't want Natasha to be proven right so you scoffed and replied. "Telling someone not to do something will only make them do it more. Haven't you heard of reverse psychology, agent?" You snarked and Natasha shook her head in displeasure.

"You coming with me?" Natasha asked.

You paused to think and then shook your head. "Let me shower first. I feel dirty and sleepy."

Natasha nodded thoughtfully and said. "Okay, I'll stay here."

You whined in protest but quickly shut up after receiving a steely glare fron the black widow which would make even the toughest villians pee their pants. You showered, taking extra long as you got distracted by your thoughts yet again. And made your way to the living room with Natasha in toe.

And you heard it before you saw it. The annoying voice of one of the most famous conservative journalist as he said that Steve Rogers could do much better, that this relationship wasn't going to last and that he wished it won't last long.

The last part made your stomach churn in uncertainty.

The pattering of footsteps alerted the other avengers of your arrival. Tony and Steve were standing next to each other as they talked in hushed yet aggressive tone.

Tony looked annoyed than ever as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. While, Steve? Steve looked like just one poke and he would snap. His jaw was clenched, his eyes were ablaze as he stood taut.

Both of the man's gaze snapped towards you as Steve's face softened and he rushed towards you, blocking your view to the TV as Tony hastily turned it off.

"You finally done sleeping, sleepy head?" Steve asked affectionately as he caressed you cheek.

You hummed absentmindedly and forced a smile on your face. "Slept like a baby." You said and the air was so thick with tension that it was strangling you more than your own mind as no one dared to talk about the elephant in the room.

Eventually, Steve cleared his throat and said in a whisper. "You already know what happened but don't worry, I'm with you." And pulled you into his embrace. Yes, why are you with me, Steve? What do you like in having to deal with all this drama when you could date any white woman and keep the peace?

You tried to reciprocate his hug but it was a half hearted attempt as you were fixated onto something else.

"Yeah, don't do anything stupid." Sam said when you and Steve parted. His face was empathic and knowing and your heart broke at that. Still, you gave him a half smile.

"Hey! That's my line!" Bucky yelled in offence, making Sam scowl at him.

"You don't own a sentence, Buchanan." Sam countered.

"Don't call me that and I would copyright..." They kept bickering but you tuned them out as the seed of doubt started sprouting in your consciousness.

📷

But it only got worse. The hate just didn't stop and everyone was piling up on you. Indians did come to your defence, questioning the racism and the unrequited hate you were getting.

But some were also interrogating you. Why were you dating captain America? Why were you flying so high? That he may just be using you and would leave you for an American sooner or later. This sentiment was also shared by your relatives.

Your parents were on your side but you could sense that seeing you get attacked was upsetting them. You put up a brave face in front of the world but you were crumbling down from the depths of your being. You were falling down an abyss and no matter how hard you shouted for help, your mind didn't let up its torment.

You didn't tell the avengers or Steve because they was already so stressed out dealing with all this fiasco. He was so distraught that he didn't even notice you withdrawing from him. He didn't notice how you slept on the edge of the bed instead of in his arms. He didn't notice that you avoided mirror like a plague. He didn't notice how you were drowning in your minds stupid tricks.

That was until it boiled over.

It was a quiet evening. You were walking back to the compound after running some errands. Apparently, Indian species were hella expensive and hard to find in there so you shopped for them by yourself. And it was also because you liked these non-eventful and tranquil moments that you had reserved for yourself.

You were absentmindedly trudging forward as the compound just entered your peripheral when a shout jolted you out of your trance like state.

"Go back to your country!"

You whirled around, only to come face-to-face with a regular white man. Seriously, he didn't even look like a Kevin or intimidating, just run of the mil white guy, very easy to blend in the crowd.

You raised your eyebrows and exclaimed. "Excuse me?"

The man tutted and took a step forward, you taking a backward step. "Didn't you hear me? I said, go back to your country."

"This is getting old. Try something new." You said with a bored voice and crossed your arms on your chest.

"Seriously, first you take our jobs then resources and now our hero? Just because you don't have anything in your country, doesn't mean you should come running to us and mooch off of us." He ranted with a grunt.

"Why? You wanna date him?" You eyed him from head to toe. "To my knowledge, Steve is straight and even if he wasn't. I don't think he would date someone like you." You snided.

His jaw ticked as he took a step forward. "You don't deserve him!" He spat.

Yes, you don't deserve him. Your mind supplied as your grip around the shopping bag loosened.

"He deserves better." Yes, he deserved better.

"You are nothing." Yes, you were nothing.

You were so hypnotised by your minds scorching affirmations that you didn't see the approaching threat.

You yelped as your back hit an electric poll, grocery bag falling on the ground. The man lunging forward for an attack but before he could even lift his hand, a punch from his left side shoved him away and he landed on the ground with a pained grunt.

You let out a shuddery breath as you slowly glanced to your left, your whole body trembling with fear. Your eyes landed on Steve standing there, panting heavily as his knuckles were painted crimson, by whose blood? You didn't know. His eyes were ablaze and his face was murderous as he began charging towards the whimpering man on the pavement.

This snapped you from whatever demons were holding you as marched towards him and shrieked. "Steve, stop!"

You stopped in front of him and wrapped youur hands around his. He halted in his steps, his face instantly softening as he unclenched his fists and dropped his offensive stance. He cupped your right cheek and you spluttered out a sob.

You glanced down at his bloody knuckle and coked out. "Steve, let's go."

He glanced behind you at the whining man and then nodded. He tucked you in his embrace while your gaze never left his knuckles. This was all your fault. Because of you, he almost lost control of himself and if he would have done something then you would have also smeared his name. Maybe it was good to end things.

📷

The room was pin-drop silent, only the sniffling of you and Steve and the clinking of the first aid kit being shut closed reverberated through the walls. Steve had started to talk as soon as you left the man writhing on the cold sidewalk but one finger of yours on his lips and he shut up, accepting your silent plea of solace. But you couldn't push back the inevitable any longer.

You lifted up the first aid kit and set it inside one of the cabinets in the bathroom. When you came back, you sat down on the coffee table ahead of Steve and peered at him through your lashes, your heart breaking when your gaze landed at his pretty face. You would miss him.

It was Steve who spoke first. He intertwined his bandaged hand with yours and softly said. "I'm sorry, you are suffering so much because of me and I'm sorry I wasn't able to protect you."

Swallowing, you looked down as tears beaded your eyelashes and muttered out. "I think we should break up, Steve. It's not working out." Saying those words was like stabbing yourself in the chest with a scorching knife.

Steve instantly stiffened and his grip on your hand grew tight as he refused to let you go. "Why?" He asked and before you could reply, his bitter laugh made your head snap upwards as he shook his head.

"Why am I asking this? This should be pretty obvious to me," He sniffled as few tears slid down his cheeks. He glanced at you and you had to bite your lip to hold back your own tears as his pained and misty eyes stared into yours. "Is there nothing I could do to change your mind? To make you give me a second chance? Do you not love me anymore?"

The last part was like a slap to your face as you furiously shook your head and yelled. "I love you with all my heart, body, mind and soul. I love you more than anything in this world, more than I could ever articulate."

"Then why are you leaving me?" He asked in a whisper.

And the flood burst gates open as you broke down. "BECAUSE I DON'T DESERVE YOU."

Steve immediately placed you in his lap as sons wrecked through your body. "Why would you say that? You deserve the world, doll."

"No Steve, no! You are Captain America and I'm nothing. You are gorgeous and I'm ugly. You are perfect and I'm not." You cried into his chest, selfishly seeking his warmth.

Steve jutted your chin upwards and gazed down at you with soft offense. "No, honey. I'm not perfect, I betrayed Tony, I have done so many things that I regret. I have cried in your arms multiple times and you have seen me vulnerable." He said through his own tears.

"But you are so pretty. You should be dating a model or an actress, not me."

"Who like me for being Captain America? No way and," He held your face in his palms and continued. "You are the most beautiful, most intelligent, most amazing woman I have ever met. I won't trade you for anyone."

"Then why I doesn't feel like it, Steve? You asked in a defeated whisper. "Why can't I see myself the way you see me?"

"I can help you look at yourself like I look at you. Please just, don't leave me. I can't live without you. We can survive this storm." He murmured softly kissed your sore eyes.

Your lips quivered as you brought your hands to Steve's face. "I want you, Steve. I want you so much but holding you feels like a sin."

"And holding you feels like a dream. A dream I thought I would never have," He said quietly and gently pressed his forehead with yours. "Just give me another chance. Give us another chance."

"Okay." You replied. Your sobs had ended and draped a heavy blanket of fatigue over you in their farewell as you melted into Steve's hold and Steve snuggled in you more. You didn't know when he placed you on your bed or when you fell asleep in his arms. You let yourself fall into his bliss as all the demons left you. Because in this moment , Steve was yours and you were his and that was all that mattered.

📷

You yawned as you got out of your slumber. The bed was cold again as Steve was nowhere to be found. Again.

Maybe he realised you were right and moved instead of kicking you out. You sniffed a little and turned around, so you were facing the front of your room. But your face instantly scrunched up in bewilderment as you took in the sight.

There were polaroid pictures hanging from the ceiling by a white thread, all facing away from you. You scratched your head as you tentatively got out of the bed. How the fuck did someone hang these and you didn't even stir? Was this from hydra?

The last thought made you gulp as you gingerly reached out for the first picture and pulled it close to read the text written on it with a marker.

Do you remember the time when you handled the toughest project alone?

-Tony

"Huh, what?" Now you were even more confused as you flipped the glossy paper and burst out into a fit of laughter.

It was a picture of you handing Tony a golden toilet trophy like you were handing an Oscar with a megavolt grin as he was rolling his eyes but still, he begrudgingly received the award.

You wiped off a tear from your eye and refocused back on his question. You hummed to yourself as you took a trip down the memory lane. It was a very important biotech project and there had come a point where the connection between the software and hardware had broken and no one could figure why because everything was normal and nothing seemed faculty. It turned out to be a software issue as the code had malfunctioned and needed to be rewritten in a more efficient manner.

You led the team who did that and boy were those days exhausting. Overtime, frustration, failure after failure and of course the moral of the team going down. But you managed to keep the team together and pulled through. Providing excellence.

You smiled a little at that memory. You weren't that useless.

Sighing, you stepped forward to the next picture and read the text on it.

Remember when you got hit on and Steve scowled?

-Natasha and Wanda

You turned the photo around, showing you, Wanda and Natasha. You and Wanda were eating a leftover cake while Natasha was drinking wine straight from the bottle.

You remembered that night. You were minding your own business and not touching alcohol since you didn't want to wake up with a pounding headache. when a guy suddenly materialised next to you and ordered a drink for you without even asking and began flirting.

You smoothly pulled yourself out of that situation and gave the drink to Natasha but Steve had witnessed the whole interaction and he looked like he wanted to sucker punch that poor dude. He was teased relentlessly about it for a month.

Now that you thought about it. You were hit on multiple times on multiple occasions. It was a game of sorts between you and Steve. Since your relationship was private, it was amusing to see people ask you or Steve on a date. You always relished in watching girls flirt with Steve because he would always get uncomfortable and nope out of there like his life depended on it. It was fun because no matter how much they flirted with him, you knew that the man was yours.

You chuckled and caught a glimpse of your reflection in the mirror. You weren't that bad looking.

You walked up to the next polaroid and snatched it closer.

Remember when you comforted me when everyone was sleeping?

-Bucky

Your eyes filled with tears as you flicked to see yours and Bucky's image, it was clicked during lockdown when everyone stressed a lot about cleaning everything. You were pretending to sing with a cleaner bottle in your hand as a microphone and Bucky was using a broom as his guitar.

With a reminiscent smile and you thought back to that one stormy night when Steve was out on a mission and everyone was sound asleep.

You being the insomniac that you were started trudging towards the kitchen for some late night snack but stopped mid-way when you heard whimpers coming from Bucky's room. You went inside without asking but saw him crying alone in his bed. He was so resistant to your comfort and even yelled at you for intruding on his privacy: but he was right about it. However, he caved in the end and cried his heart out while you held him. Then you both watched anime and ate chips. Sleep was nowhere to be found that night.

You bit your lips as you went to the last and final picture, that was dangling before the door.

Remember why I love you?

-Steve

You burst into tears as the realisation dawned on you that it was he, who did all of this. To make you see yourself through his eyes and everybody's eyes. And no, you didn't remember why he loved you because there were too many moments and reasons to remember all that once.

Warmth bloomed in your chest as you finally looked at the picture and it was just like your relationship. Sweet and simple. With you both in the bed, hair messy and lazy smiles on your faces. It was a morning selfie that you taken sporadically on his phone.

You loved him. You loved him so much and you wanted to be with him till the end of the line. Because even if you were just a regular jane, you loved him and he loved you and that was all that mattered.

In your whirlpool of emotions, you didn't register the the bedroom door clicking open and Steve walking inside. It was when his strong arms enveloped you, did you got out of your reverie and glanced at him, teary eyed.

You hugged him back and wept louder in his chest as he rubbed your head. "I love you. I'm sorry for telling everyone about what you were going through but I thought it would help, please stop crying."

You slapped a hand over his lips and cried out. "Shut up. You lovely little dork. I love you. You did nothing wrong in my eyes."

With hope twinkling in his eyes, he removed your palm and asked. "So, will you give us another chance?"

"Yes! This one incident won't make my problems go away in a snap but I want to be with you and learn to love myself like you love me." You said through a smile and leaned to kiss him when-

"What about the trolls?" Tony's voice made you shriek in surprise as Steve gave him an exasperated look.

"Really, Tony?" Steve said with displeasure.

"Yeah, really asshole?" Natasha said and slapped Tony on the head.

Tony scrunched up his face in indignation and said. "But I need to know. She's not used to the attention and hate. And she can't even deactivate her social media because she is one of our representatives from tech."

This made a bulb go off in your head as you held up your plam and said. "Don't worry, Tony. I'll have it handled. Plus, we didn't really publicly announced our relationship, did we?"

Steve narrowed his eyes at you but you just grinned at him devilishly. Time to troll the trolls.

📷

You softly closed the bathroom door as you stepped outside, your white saree grazing the floor. You looked ahead and your jaw went slack, Steve was his blue powder blue shirt and black pants and his blonde hair practically glowed in the golden light of the evening. He looked so gorgeous that you just couldn't tear your eyes away from him.

But then you realised his intense stare on you and you quickly looked down, heat raising to your cheeks. "Stop, staring, it's creepy."

Steve let out a throaty chuckle and said. "I can say the same thing about you."

You opened your mouth to reply but the Bucky's exasperated voice interjected with a grunt. "You both can do this later. Now, come on before the sunsets and the light is gone." And harshly thrusted his phone in the direction of the door.

You chuckled. "Alright, let's go." Steve held your hand as you both walked outside the compound and into the evening sun. After, finding a place where the background was greenery instead of a concrete jungle. You perched on his Harley. Your hand snaked around his neck as his came down to rest on your butt while he stood in the middle of your legs and both came forward to kiss each other.

Bucky clicked the picture but Steve didn't let you go until the need for oxygen became dire. You smiled bashfully and wiped your mouth as you finally got off his bike and went to the very unimpressed Bucky.

He shoved your phone into your hands and ran away before he had to endure any of your pda any further.

You shrugged it off and looked at the photo. Thankfully, it was good and you gave Steve a thumbs up before posting it with a caption:

I corrupted the golden boy and I'm not sorry 😈

Steve also posted the same picture but his caption was more modest:

My love ❤

And. It. Blew. Up, again.

The haters and racist started whining again. Sane people supported you both and laughed at the haters, going as far as making memes. You were trending again, many famous people also came out of the woodworks and congratulated you both which made you roll your eyes.

You didn't care about the public thought of you. You wanted to troll the haters and you successfully accompanied that.

However, it didn't end there. As your devil incarnate friends decided to add fuel to the fire by posting pictures of you and Steve being all over each other with a complimentary middle finger emoji. And apparently, everybody had one.

Either you two were pervs Or your friends were nosey as fuck. Natasha and Bucky agreed with the former assumption.

Bucky posted you both kissing on a picnic.

Natasha of you sitting in Steve's lap.

Sam posted a photo of your head resting in his lap.

Heck, even Peter posted a photo where Steve was kissing your temple.

There were many more but you that was enough for the day as you switched off your phone and tossed it on the bed side table.

"I just wish, no pray that my parents don't see any of these pictures or I will be having an interesting phone call with them. The relatives are still blasting my phone but I ignored them as always." You rambled to Steve as he slid under the covers.

Steve let out a raspy chuckle and said. "I don't think they haven't seen it yet as we're all over the, well everything."

You groaned and pouted at Steve because he didn't need to always tell the truth but as soon as you locked eyes with him you melted in his oceanic blue gaze. He pulled you into his comforting arms and you happily obliged.

"Steve, now that the whole mess is kinda resolved. What's next?" You asked as you gazed into his sapphire blue eyes.

He hummed and gazed back at you. "What's next? Good question, but I don't think you want to hear the answer to that. Would ruin the fun. " He whispered and leaned down to kiss you before you could question him further.

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Tomorrow

Steve Rogers Fic

I wrote this fic because Chris Evans was declared People's Magazine World's Sexiest Man and it's been a year. I can't believe I only got around to finishing it now.

Y/N’s home could only really be called a villains lair.

It’s high cavernous walls; the gothic spires that towered over the lot; the human-sized gargoyles that lined the dark roof; and the dark exterior cut an imposing figure against the backdrop of the grey sky meeting the even greyer sea. It was perched high above a cliff, carved into the very stone of the mountain.

The frigid salty wind that bellowed from the sea had rain slapping against Steve’s suit, darkening it’s blue leather. He hated the miserable weather, the dark grey sky and the pelting rain reminded Steve of memories of the war that he would rather sooner forget. 

But right now, he couldn’t care less.

His feet slapped against the gravel, taking him up to the foyer of Y/N’s home. The large oak doors of her home were slammed shut and Steve found his hands rapping against the wood. He could almost imagine the sound echoing around the cavernous house, up towards Y/N’s room.

Steve knew Y/N didn’t get many visitors and so his presence was an anomaly to her.

She had a sordid reputation after all, one that had her painted as an enemy of the Avengers.

But right now, Steve didn’t care about that.

In fact, all Steve could care about right now was Y/N.

“Y/N, open up!” He banged against the solid doors once again, his body a live wire of buzzing energy and adrenaline begging to be released.

He was met with silence.

The rain was beginning to pelt harder against his body, the wind howling in the distance.  The storm was a big one, the biggest of the year if the news was right. Worry and panic seized Steve the moment he heard, his heart thrumming loudly in his throat. Y/N didn’t live in the friendliest of environments and though he knew she would loathe Steve for caring about her, he couldn’t help it.

“Y/N!”

Still no response.

He could break down the door. She’d hate him for sure but she’d always hated him. At least this way, he knew she was okay.

“Y/N, I swear—“

“Rogers?”

Her voice had been swallowed by the wind and if it wasn’t for his exceptional hearing, Steve wouldn’t have heard her lovely voice.

The relief that seized him nearly had his knees buckling to the ground. He spun, meeting Y/N’s E/C eyes, wide with surprised and confusion. Despite the hard sleets of rain that continued to rain down, she was perfectly dry, not a strand of hair out of place. Her face was perfectly made up, her lips painted a beautiful red, rouge streaking her cheeks. She looked wonderful and alive.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Y/N didn’t sound as furious as she usually did, simply confused. As if seeing Steve standing in her front door had stunned her to silence.

Steve didn’t care. He reached for her, relieved to find her hard and solid beneath her hands and not some ghostly apparition.

“There’s a storm,” Steve panted, eyes locking to Y/N’s own E/C ones, “biggest of the year. I-I thought… I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

Her eyes fluttered in surprise. “You… you wanted to see if I was okay?”

Steve nodded, unabashed. He was glad to see that she was fine and there was no hiding the relief that had him straightening.

He knew he wasn’t suppose to care about her. She was the villain and he was a hero. He was suppose to hate her, capture her right now for whatever nefarious scheme she was no doubt plotting to take down the Avengers.

But he didn’t care about that right now.

He didn’t care about their roles and he certainly didn’t care about what his teammates would say or what other people would say. Right now, all he cared about was her.

Y/N seemed to hesitate before she pushed past him and opened her heavy front door as easily as if it was made of plastic.

A roaring fire was raging in the hearth of her living room, the smell of cookies baking in the oven like an invitation to Steve, begging him to enter through the threshold. 

“Why don’t you come in?” Y/N said softly, waiting by the opened door. “Maybe wait for the storm to settle before you leave?”

Steve looked down at his sodden clothes, at the fat drops of water that dripped to the floor. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. I might ruin your furniture.”

Y/N stretched out her hand towards him, her fingers hovering above his face. A strange warm sensation enveloped Steve, like a blanket had suddenly been wrapped around his shoulders. Steve looked down, his clothes suddenly dried. His hair, that was once plastered on his forehead, was now dry and fluffy and not a drop of water splashed on his shoes. In fact, even the puddle that had steadily gathered around his feet had been wiped cleaned, lightening the once dark wood. Magic was strange but there was no denying its benefits.

“Come on in.” Y/N stepped aside, her face impassive.

Despite racing here upon learning of the raging storm, Steve hesitated now. He’d never been inside of Y/N’s home and though their relationship was more or less antagonistic, it felt strange to have her invite him to her sanctuary. He felt like an intruder, rifling through Y/N’s innermost secrets in the hope of gleaning information to use against her in their next confrontation.

Thunder rumbled loudly above their heads followed by a flash of lightning that briefly illuminated Y/N’s features. She was peering at him through her lashes, her lips pursed as if she herself was unsure she should let Steve in. He wondered if she’d turn him away now.

Instead, she further leaned into the door, opening the entrance even wider. “I don’t bite. Well, I don’t bite hard. So come on in before I magic you into a deep sleep and you can have Stark kiss you awake.”

The smell of cookies continued to waft through the opened door and that was enough to convince Steve to get in.

He felt warm almost immediately, the chill that had previously gripped him suddenly chased away by the magic in the atmosphere. The smell of melted butter further saturated his nose, the warm fire raging in the living room permanently removing the chill of the outside world.

“Shoes off,” Y/N said as she removed her own shoes, placing it neatly on the shoe rack by the door.

Steve followed suit, desperately trying to remove the feeling of awkwardness that seized him.

Y/N walked into her home, not bothering to wait for Steve to follow her.

Despite the imposing exterior of Y/N’s home, the interior told a different story. It was warm and inviting, the walls painted a rich green and covered with beautiful paintings. Red velvet furniture was scattered all about the space, the most notable being the large floor-to-ceiling bookshelves that covered the right side of the room. It was filled with books and different sculptures decorated the empty spaces. There was even a medieval suit of armor between the shelves. There was a staircase to the left, leading to what Steve could only assume was the bedrooms. A lush carpet was laid before him, covering the whole expanse of the room.

Steve followed Y/N, who’d walked through the a door next to the fireplace.

The smell of baking cookies intensified, causing Steve’s mouth to water. He’d always  had a bit of a sweet tooth and even now, in the presence of his enemy, he couldn’t deny the pang of cravings.

Y/N led them to a modern kitchen, one that was vastly different from the living room they’d just left. There was a kitchen island in middle with white leather seats lining the side and even a breakfast nook big enough for eight people towards the right. There was a TV on the farthest wall of the nook, turned off and quiet. The panels of the countertops were a gleaming marble, the walls painted a pretty light blue. There were two refrigerators, wide enough to fit at least two people inside and no doubt fully stocked with cooking ingredients and snacks. One of the counters was occupied by an espresso machine, as fully stocked as a busy cafe with equipment Steve didn’t know the name of scattered around the side. The stove was set on the other side, with eight burners set against shiny metal. There were two ovens below it, one of it lit and where no doubt the smell of baking cookies came from. There was a bookshelf to the side below the TV, filled with different cookbooks and some in languages Steve couldn’t understand. While the living room was warm and slightly dark, the kitchen was all light, the walls covered in windows that let in plenty of light even with the dark grey sky.

“I’m sorry for the mess. I wasn’t expecting guests,” Y/N said, the words coming out almost stiffly. An apron magically appeared around her waist and she got around to continuing whatever it was she was doing before Steve got here.

In truth, Steve wasn’t sure where the mess was. The kitchen was clean and pristine without even a speck of dust floating in the air. He wasn’t sure what to say so he stayed silent, his eyes roving around the space.

“Anything you prefer to drink?” Y/N said just as the oven dinged. She pulled open the door of the oven and with the use of her powers, telekinetically moved the hot tray of cookies towards the kitchen isle. “I make a mean cup of coffee. Or if you want some chocolate or tea, I can make those for you too.”

“Coffee sounds great,” Steve said with a slight smile, pushing aside the awkwardness. It was strange, he thought, that the only pieces of conversation Steve ever had with Y/N was when he’d captured her or when she was monologuing her villainous plans or when she was behind bars and was too tired to escape, choosing instead to make idle conversation with Steve.

“You can take a seat, you know,” Y/N gestured at one of the stool in the kitchen island and Steve watched in wonder as what seemed like invisible hands pulled the stool, giving him space to take a seat.

Steve didn’t even hesitate. He took a seat on the stool and silently watched as Y/N used her powers to move the cookies to a cooling rack. An almost white glow seemed to envelop the cookies as they slowly moved from one tray to the next. She moved assuredly, her eyes trained in concentration in the task before her.  “How do you like your coffee, Rogers?”

Steve paused, a little surprised by the question but he wasn’t really sure why. She’d already offered to make it for him. Why should he be surprised that she would make it to his liking? “To be honest, I’m not sure.”

At that, she stopped. Her eyes snapped to his face, her brows furrowing in confusion. “You don’t know what kind of coffee you like?”

“Well back then our only option was black. No cream or sugar because of the war. There’s all these options now and I’ve never really got around to exploring them before.”

With the way Y/N stared at him, it was a miracle a hole hadn’t burned through his forehead. 

“Why don’t I make you my go to coffee order so you can give it a try? You aren’t allergic to anything, right?”

“I’ll have whatever you’ll have. I was allergic to whole bunch of things before the serum but I’m not anymore.” 

Y/N simply nodded silently before walking towards the espresso machine and grabbing ingredients from one of the massive fridges. Cartons of milks and bottles of syrups flying out of the fridge in a neat conga line, swaying this way and that.

“I’m a little surprised you didn’t know that I wasn’t allergic to anything,” Steve said, his words trailing off. Y/N was smart, a certifiable genius who could wield magic more effectively than Steven Strange. She wasn’t nearly as powerful as Wanda but there was no denying that she’d give the Scarlet Witch a run for her money if the situation called for it. Steve had expected that Y/N would learn everything there was to know about the Avengers, especially since they were her enemy. 

“I did know you weren’t currently allergic to anything,” Y/N said, her words almost indecipherable over the loud din of the brewing espresso. “It would have been rude of me not to ask so I did.”

Oh. 

Well, Y/N was nothing if not impeccably well mannered. 

She turned to him then, her gaze pure unbendable steel as her eyes locked to his. “Steve, what are you really doing here? I haven’t done anything remotely villainous for the past few months.”

“I told you, the storm.” Even his words sounded feeble in his ears. 

“You expect me to believe that you came all this way to, what, protect me from the hurricane? My house is reinforced by magic, Rogers. Nothing can harm me while I’m in here. Not rain, snow, tsunamis, earthquakes or hellfire. And I know you know that. And if what your saying is true and you wanted to warn me about the storm, I’m suppose to suddenly believe that you, what, care about me? So why are you really here?”

The urge to tell her that he really did care about her fought its way out of his throat, scratching and biting and screaming as he struggled to push it back to whatever box it crawled out of. Feeling anything but antagonism for Y/N was a recipe for disaster, one that had the word DOOM spelled out all over it. 

The truth is, they were two very different people. Or, at least, Steve desperately hoped that they were different. 

He was a good person. He didn’t need a super soldier serum to tell him that he was a good person. 

But calling Y/N a villain wouldn’t have been fair to her. 

She was so much more. 

When it came to Y/N, the lines were always blurred. Even when she did terrible things like murder people, you couldn’t bring yourself to feel bad for any of the people she’d killed because they themselves were monsters. And when she did good, it was far better than any goodness Steve had done in his life. Y/N had been known to heal children sick with cancer, permanently purging their diseases from their bodies. She’d helped protect rape victims and domestic abuse survivors by giving them protective charms. 

But because of her methods, because she’d never been afraid to kill and hurt in order to achieve her goals, she’d been labeled a villain. 

Her personality changes were enough to give Steve whiplash. 

Still, Steve couldn’t deny the obvious attraction between them.

The first time the Avengers had captured her, she had been in a gleeful mood. Almost manic. She’d succeeded in assassinating a high profile senator who was running for the presidency and while his profile was clean cut on the outside, his assassination broke the news that he wasn’t as good as he claimed to be. He’d profited off of a sex-trafficking ring, selling girls as young as 4 to shady buyers looking for slaves. There’d been signs of torture and mutilation on his body and with the way his blood drenched Y/N from head to toe, it was clear she’d felt no remorse for what she’d done.

Steve almost didn’t want to arrest Y/N then and in truth, a part of him had been relieved when she’d escaped her cell. The whole team had silently agreed to not answer any of their phones when she’d initially escaped. Even Nick Fury had agreed to put his phone on silent.

After a week, Y/N was sighted in Madripoor freeing the captured women. The lives of a thousand women in exchange for one horrible, greedy man didn’t seem like a hard exchange in Steve’s eyes. When the Avengers finally arrived on the scene after several pitstops involving coffee, donuts and ice cream, Y/N went with them willingly only after she confirmed that the women would be fine, giving each of them a protective charm that helped them sleep better at night despite the traumas they’d endured.

After that, she’d stretched out her arms, ready for the power-dampening handcuffs that Tony had designed specifically for her. She’d done with an almost gleeful smile on her face, humming an unfamiliar song. Despite the soot, the blood and bruises that marred her pretty face, she was the image of pure contentment.

“Don’t even think of escaping, Y/L/N,” Tony had said as she clasped the manacles around her wrist, the technology whirring to life with a little beep. “With these little guys around your wrist, you can’t use a single iota of your powers.”

She’d smirked at Tony then. “Very bold of you to assume I need magic to escape.”

Steve and Natasha had taken it upon themselves to escort her to her prison cell with the rest of the team staying behind to ensure that all the freed women would be okay. 

“You know, I’m almost rooting for you,” Natasha said with a wry smile.

“Almost?” Y/N asked incredulously. 

“Scratch that. I am rooting for you.”

Y/N smirked. “I’m a huge fan of yours, too you know. It’s not everyone who can defeat a giant purple alien hellbent on destroying half the universe’s population.”

“What can we say? All in a day’s work.”

“I hope there isn’t any hard feelings between us when I do eventually escape from these restraints.”

“That’s going to depend on how hard you hit us.”

“I’ll try not to throw a punch.”

Y/N eyed Steve on her right, who had been quiet during the whole exchange. “He looks sturdy though. I’m sure I can take both of you in a fight even with my hands tied behind my back. Well, with my hands tied in my front, rather.”

She did manage to escape that time.

One moment she was sitting at the back of the Quinjet, the very image of regality and the next, the manacles were off her hands, with the Quinjet’s hangar opened as she jumped out of it, the whole interaction happening before either Steve or Natasha had even unbuckled their seat belts. 

Neither Steve nor Natasha were eager to run after her.

The second time the Avengers captured her, Y/N had paid a visit to a suave businessman who’s whole appeal was his efforts to Go Green!

As it turns out, the only green he was after was money. 

Y/N had leaked the news, telling the world about how the businessman’s green message had been nothing but a sham. He’d burned down whole forests to cultivate land in order to create cocaine that he could serve to the masses, exploiting young boys by turning them into dealers and addicts.

Y/N had leaked the story to the press, telling the world about how the businessman’s whole green message was nothing but a lie. Not only was he burning whole forests down to fuel his greed, he’d been doing it to plant cocaine plants, enough to get the whole northern hemisphere high on his supply. It was lucrative business and he’d exploited young boys by forcing them to work in the factory, forcing them to get high to keep them subservient to him.

She’d gone after the businessman first, sending a message to the world that his hypocrisy wouldn’t be tolerated. She hanged him, dangled his body over the side of his company’s skyscraper in New York then proceeded to free the boys stuck in his factories around the world before cutting down the cocaine farms and replanting new trees. 

With the businessman’s shady dealings all over the world, it had been difficult to track down where she’d strike next. Not that the Avengers were actually eager to capture her.

Strangely enough, Bruce would find himself immensely hungry before they had to fly to wherever in the world Y/N was in and it didn’t do well not to feed the Hulk.

They’d finally captured her in a tiny island off the coast of Mexico, the last of the businessman’s strongholds. She’d freed the boys, cured them for their addiction then cut down the cocaine plants. Then she sat down and waited for the Avengers to arrive.

“Took you guys long enough,” Y/N had said as Steve and Natasha walked towards her. She stood up, dusting off her pants.

“Scott drank a lot of orange juice on the way here. We had to make a lot of pitstops.”

Y/N frowned at them. “I distinctly remember that your jet had a restroom.”

“Plumbing was broken according to Tony,” Steve said with a shrug.

She made a noise of assent before she put up her arms. “Alright, I’m ready. Let’s go.”

“Put your hands down. We aren’t going to cuff you.” Natasha led the way to the Quinjet where Scott Lang and Bruce Banner waited.

“Oh, pulling out the red carpet for me?” Y/N batted her eyelashes, almost flirtatiously. “You shouldn’t have.”

“If I had my way, you’d be in cuffs,” Steve huffed under his breath.

Y/N raised a challenging brow. “Not a fan of me, Steven?”

“I’m not a fan of anarchists,” Steve retorted.

“Anarchist,” she repeated with a pleased grin. “I like that. Never been called that one before.”

“Steve,” Nat said in a warning tone. 

The group had already discussed the whole Y/N situation. While majority of the Avengers thought that while Y/N’s actions were brutal, ultimately, the end results and her intention was good. Even if it resulted in the death of one evil soul, none of the could deny that her actions ended up saving hundreds, if not thousands, of lives.

She may not have taken down a giant purple alien hell-bent on wiping out half of all living beings, no one could deny that her actions saved others.

Still, Steve didn’t exactly approve of her methods.

“Listen, I get it,” Y/N said as their group ascended up the Quinjet, occupying one of the empty seats and giving Bruce and Scott a greeting nod. “I’m not exactly conventional but sometimes, it takes breaking the system to help others. You can’t help the survivors if they were victimized by the very system created to protect them.”

“I’m just saying there are proper channels—“

“No there aren’t. There are no proper channels for people like them.”

Steve frowned. “Who, the oppressed?”

“No. Them. The rich and powerful bastards who constantly use their money and resources to take advantage of people. There is no justice when it comes to them.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t I?” Y/N turned to Scott, who watching the exchange between her and Steve with rapt attention. “Lang, weren’t you imprisoned for grand larceny?”

“It was one time,” Scott sighed, “and I didn’t steal that money for myself. I gave it to the people most in need.”

“Right, and how many years did the CEO you stole from spend in jail for stealing from his employees?”

“None,” Scott replied, almost quietly.

She turned back to Steve. “See? The system is broken and sometimes the only way to make it work is to smash it completely to bits.”

He’d ignored her then and it didn’t take much effort for her to escape them. 

“Oh daaarn,” Natasha said sarcastically as her hands pulled at the accelerator, taking them further and further away from where Y/N landed, “we can’t exactly turn back now. Might as well go get some ice cream while we’re at it.”

They met again after the death of a high-profile serial killer. Because the serial killer work in law enforcement, he got off easy and he was released after 10 years in prison despite the fact that he’d killed 23 families, roughly 100 or so people. No one was spared, not women or children or even babies. 

When he got off, Y/N was there to make sure he never hurt anyone again.

“He could have changed!” Steve yelled, his voice bouncing around the Quinjet. He was alone with her this time, having rushed to the scene of the crime. “He could have become a better person.”

“He could have,” Y/N said quietly, her unblinking eyes trained on open sea in front of them. Steve wasn’t sure where he was flying the Quinjet but he’d be damned if he brought Y/N back to US soil. She’d be met with handcuffs as soon as she lands and it wasn’t Y/N he was worried about. Anyone who tries to arrest Y/N would end up in the hospital. “I’m not willing to take that chance.”

He glanced at her. Y/N’s face was passive, a stoic facade as hard as stone but her eyes were soft, the sadness and pain in her eyes unmistakable. 

“When you can do the things I can,” she whispered, her voice so low, Steve strained to hear, “when you’re cursed with powers like I have, you have two choices. You can either lash out at the world or you can do something to fix it. Any person that man would have killed after he was released, their blood would have been on my hands.”

“You are not responsible for other people’s actions,” Steve said, his previous anger leaching from him. 

“You’re right. But I am responsible for my own. Now where are you taking me? If you’re not entirely sure, you can drop me off in Australia. I have some business to attend to.”

“What business?”

“Not that you care but the leader of the Russian mafia is staying there for vacation. That man and his operation has killed hundreds of people. I’d like to pay him a visit. I can portal my way there but using the Quinjet means I have a few minutes to rest my eyes.”

The right thing to do would have been to bring Y/N back to the States to answer for her crimes. Instead, Steve turned the plane around and headed to Australia. And as Y/N slept soundly, he ignored the vice-like grip of the anaconda that constricted itself around his heart.

They landed in Australia after a few hours and he watched as Y/N stretched her body against the seat. “That has to be the best sleep I’ve had since… well I hardly remember.”

“Go,” Steve said, his voice harsh. “Before I change my mind.”

But Y/N did no such thing. Instead she lounged against the seat as if it was her throne and she its lazy queen. “You know, when Natasha or even Tony let me go, I understand their motives. Tony doesn’t trust the legal system and Natasha could have been one of the women I saved in another life. But you? Don’t you have a stick up your ass the length of a stripper pole?”

Steve bristled at her words but kept his mouth shut. His eyes were narrowed into slits as he watched a wry smile pull her lips.

“So, what, Steve? What’s the play here? You really want me to kill this guy? Why are you letting me go?”

“There are a lot of people who deserve to go to jail. You aren’t one of them. What you do with your freedom, that’s up to you.” His words were the truth. She looked at him with an expression he couldn’t really place and for a single second, it was as if a silent agreement passed between them. But the moment was gone and Y/N conjured up a portal and sashayed away.

That was three months ago and any and calls Steve heard regarding Y/N, he’d ignored. He ignored her when Y/N went on a prison break binge, releasing small time drug offenders and helping cure them of their addiction; he’d ignored her when she’d leaked the financials of big pharmaceutical companies, causing their sales to tank and for the price of insulin to go down; he’d ignored her when she’d saved hundreds of women in another sex trafficking ring. 

Except now, today. He’d heard reports from Nat, who decided to keep in touch with Y/N on the down low, on Y/N’s location and he ran here. Now she was looking at him with the most perplexed look on her face. 

She turned, once again busying herself with making his coffee. 

“I’m surprised you aren’t using magic to make the coffee,” Steve said. 

She shrugged. “I like making it by hand. Reminds me of simpler times.”

She set the steaming mug of coffee in front of him before grabbing a small plate and setting a few pieces of the freshly baked cookie in front of him. The coffee was still hot enough to hurt his mouth but Steve didn’t hesitate to take a sip. He’d had worse injuries than a burnt tongue. 

The coffee was delicious. It was sweet, sweeter than he was used to but still delicious. The cookie, on the other hand, was something else entirely. He half suspected that maybe Y/N had sprinkled some kind of magic potion on the cookie because it was the best damn cookie he’d had in his life. The outside of the cookie was soft but the inside was gooey, the butter saturating through every nook and cranny. It melted on his tongue, the dark bitter chocolate and sweet butterscotch encased in a tango of flavor that danced on his tongue. 

He briefly wondered if it would be polite to ask Y/N if he could bring home the entire tray.

“Good?” She asked, taking a sip of her own cup. 

“This is the best cookie I’ve had in my life.”

She smiled at that. “Thanks. It’s an old recipe.”

Mundanity with Y/N was weird but strangely nice.

“So what are you really doing here, Steve?” Y/N asked as she took a seat in the stool next to him. 

He took another sip of the coffee, buying himself some time. “To be honest, I’m not sure.”

She raised an eyebrow. “You’re not sure why you’re here? Radio silence from the Avengers for three months despite the crimes I committed and then all of a sudden, Steve Rogers grants me a house call.“

When she put it that way, he sounded ridiculous. But the words he’d spoken were the truth. 

Instead, he shifted the subject. It was all he could to escape from Y/N’s scrutinizing gaze anyway. 

“Right before we got to Australia, you said something,” Steve said the words slowly, hoping not to scare Y/N off by his line of questioning, “you said you were cursed by your powers?”

Steve had been mulling over her words for the better part of three months, taking it out like a precious pearl to examine on his quiet days. He couldn’t make heads or tails of it. All he knew was that her words were strange. Y/N was a gifted magic user and Stephen Strange had often commented at her adept ability at it. It took people years, centuries even, to gain the level of mastery Y/N had when it came to magic and yet she used as surely as she breathed.

Why would she refer to it as a curse?

Y/N raised a brow, almost in challenge. “You’re telling me the Avengers haven’t figured it out?”

Y/N usually spoke in riddles and though it always frustrated Steve, he was also incredibly patient and so his next words came out even. “Figured what out?” 

“My powers. I thought Steven Strange would try to figure me out the moment I came on to the scene.”

“He tried. Well, still trying. It frustrates him, y’know. How he can’t find answers to you.”

She grinned at that. “Alright then, I’ll give you the answers to me. Then it’s up to you if you want to tell him or not.”

“Why do you think I’ll keep everything you say to myself?”

“Because you’re Steve Rogers. And you came here, to me, in the middle of the biggest storm of the year, to see if I was okay. I doubt the others know and I’m pretty positive you wouldn’t tell them. So whatever information I say here, right now, you’ll keep to yourself.”

She was right. Of course she was. Steve figured Y/N was rarely wrong about anything. 

“Alright. Go ahead. How’d you get your powers?”

“I was cursed with it by a god.”

She said it so seriously, Steve struggled to figure out if she was telling the truth. 

“Why do you say it’s a curse?”

“Well the god who cursed me said that as the years past, I will become the most powerful magic wielder to exist. My powers will magnify tenfold, twentyfold and one day, I will become so powerful, I’ll have the ability to take over entire universes. Problem with that is magic always comes with a price and mine is my conscience. Every time I use my powers, my conscience becomes blacker until finally, it becomes a void inside of me.”

“So when you use your powers—“

“A piece of me dies with it and is reborn into something I don’t recognize. It’s why I do what I do.” 

Realization dawns on Steve. “You do your own twisted version of good to remind yourself you can be good.”

She gave him a wry smirk tinged with bitterness. “There’s no place for me in Heaven, Steve. Only Hell. But when I get down there, I’m taking as many as I can down with me. Assuming I can die, that is.”

“You’re immortal?” Steve said with a frown. 

“Well, according to the god that cursed me, I will not age and I will never get sick. Though, I imagine that if I was stabbed through the heart and someone finds a way to stop me from using my powers to heal myself, I’d die just like any other human.”

She gave him a pointed look, one that Steve shifting in his seat uncomfortably. 

“If you want to use my weaknesses against me, go right ahead, Rogers,” Y/N said nonchalantly before taking a slow sip of her coffee. “I’ll even stand still while you plunge a knife through my heart.”

“I don’t have any intention of killing you.” And it chilled Steve to the bone to find out how much he meant those words.

“Bummer.” And Y/N looked genuinely disappointed.

“Hey,” Steve said sharply. “Life is a gift. You shouldn’t—“

“Can it, Rogers. I don’t want to hear that right now,” Y/N said but there was no malice in her voice. She just sounded tired.

Fine. If she didn’t want to discuss it, Steve was more than willing to change the subject. “You never said why the god gave you your magic.”

Y/N let out a cynical chuckle. “He was in love with me.”

“What?” Steve asked, not quite believing her words. 

“The god. He was in love with me. I turned him down. Repeatedly, might I add. He got so fed up by my rejection, he decided to curse me with immortality and power. He said that one day, when I get bored with my life, it will drive me to his arms. I intend to live forever without ever thinking of him again just to spite him. And when I gather enough power, I’ll kill him myself. He can take away my humanity but he can’t take away my hatred of him.”

Steve couldn’t stop his smile. Y/N’s story was sad, incredibly so. He couldn’t imagine the profound loneliness that stretched before her. Centuries, maybe even a millennia of isolation and solitariness to spite a vengeful god. But she’d succeed, Steve had no doubts about that. He couldn’t picture anyone squaring up with Y/N and coming out of it victorious on the other side. 

“So, what do we do now, Steve?” Y/N said with a slight sigh. 

“What do you mean?”

“Well you broke a boundary. We never explicitly said it but I think we both decided to keep each other at arms length. I’ve been chummy with Nat and Yelena up to a point but not you. Back in Australia, I think we both agreed that our relationship will be strictly professional, even if we never really said the words out loud. But now, you’re here. What do we do about that?”

“I don’t know.”

Y/N simply sighed before taking a sip of her coffee. “Every morning, when I wake up, I find myself looking for reasons to get out of bed.”

“What are you doing?” Steve said with a frown. 

“I celebrated my 100th birthday last (birthday month). I love to read. When I get bored, I write poetry. I love music though I was never talented enough with it but I do have centuries to learn now so who, knows, I might start. I love art too. I’ve been everywhere in the world and yet I never fail to visit a museum to see their art. I like sad paintings. The kind that can bring people to tears.”

“Why are you telling me this?”

She looked at him like he was the biggest idiot in the world and the answer should have been obvious by now. But Steve knew how to look past the arrogant veneer and see the vulnerability that swam in her eyes. “I’m going to live forever, Steve. And even if I’ll always remember other people, I won’t always be remembered. I figured, it’d be nice if someone knew some things about me. The last person I knew from my old life, she recently died. As humans, we are the people we know. I want someone to know me, even a little.”

“I miss music from the 1940s,” Steve said, not even thinking about the words. “Sam and Nat have both been trying to update me about the music of the decade but nothing beats my music. I like wearing converse because it’s one of the few things that never changed since I woke from the ice. I don’t like the rain. It reminds me too much of the war. There’s a boxing gym I use to go to back in New York. I never had a chance to box before because I was always too sick but I use to accompany Bucky whenever he had a match. When I was injected by the serum, I never had a chance to go back and so when I woke up from the ice it was one of the first places I went to.”

“Was the gym still operational?”

“It’s a little run down but I make it work.”

She smiled at him and Steve tried to ignore the jolt of warmth that shot down his spine.

“Why are you telling me these things?” She asked, an eyebrow raised in question, a playful expression beginning to bloom from her face. 

“Friends know things about each other.”

And then Y/N’s face lightened like the sun peeking from the clouds after a storm, all warmth and joy. 

The rain. Steve hadn’t even realized it had stopped. He glanced at the window behind Y/N and saw that the day looked almost as bright as Y/N’s smile.

“You need to go, don’t you,” Y/B said a little wistfully. 

“Yeah,” Steve said, a little wistful too. He finished the cup to the dregs letting its sweet flavor fill him up til he was sure he’d be able to taste it until he got home. 

Y/N led them out of the kitchen and back to the living room before she opened the front door and let him out. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N,” Steve said as he pushed his sweaty hands into his pocket.

“You will?” She said, surprise laced in her voice. 

“You said you struggle to find reasons to wake up in the morning. I’ll be a reason to. Friends do that, you know.”

“I know,” Y/N said but without her usual bravado. She looked almost roseate and Steve suddenly realized how strange it is that despite the fact that he’s seen her many times before, he never realized how pretty she was. As if a sudden burden had been lifted from her shoulders, making her look younger than actually was. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Steve.”

“See you tomorrow.”

And she closed the door.

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[dameronology]

hi! this is me begging for some fluffy, protective steve rogers please 🥺🙏🙏

fluffy and protective are my 2 favourite words

steve is protective by nature; even before he was a super soldier, even before the war, even before everything. he lost his parents young & had no one to provide for him, so it's exceptionally important that he doesn't leave his loved ones in the same position.

he looks out for you in every way - making sure you've eaten, had enough sleep, drank enough water, etc - but his strongest instincts lie in protecting you from his job. whether it's an enemy that wants to get through you to him, or maybe you even work together in the field. whatever it is, you can bet your ass that his priority is ensuring your safety.

it's nothing overbearing, and if you tell him to back down, he will, but steve has you do little things so he knows you're safe. you both have life360 on your phones, you text each other when you're home safe and he runs you through code words that you can use to text or call him when you're in danger.

but, knowing his job, and yours too if you're on the team or at shield as well, something is bound to go wrong at some point. maybe you get kidnapped - and obviously he finds you quickly - or you get injured on a mission. hell, even if it's just a close call and steve thinks you're in danger??

he's raining hell on everyone and everything to get to you. there's no resource that he will not abuse. any other mission, task or meeting he had that day is canceled and he's unreachable until he knows you're safe.

although, it does take a gentle warning from sam & bucky that calling the president on his private mobile at 3am is a little too far (and also a reminder that calling the british prime minister would be useless)

when steve does find you, he's not gonna leave your side for a while. he's crossing the room in seconds, taking you in his arms and not saying anything for a moment. he just has to hold you, to breathe you in, to really it sink in that you're safe and you're home.

good luck if you need to pee that night, cos getting a super soldier off of you is a task in itself.

he's behind, one arm under you and the other across your torso, holding you tight with his neck buried in yours. his grip on you only tightens when you to wriggle away.

it'll be a few days before he strays away; mostly for fear of it happening again

but you remind him of how quickly he found you, and that you're safe if anything else happens

to which he asks "are you saying this because you're planning on getting kidnapped again?"

#asks #god i miss writing about steve #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagines #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers angst #steve rogers reader insert #steve rogers x you #steve rogers fanfic #captain america x you #captain america imagine #captain america imagines #steve rogers #captain america

[skylarinfinity]

[villain m/n who also super soldier and captain america been fighting for hour]

captain america: [panting and barely can hold his shield] i can do this all day-

m/n: [rolling his eyes] i can do this all day, but I'd rather not [pick up his katana and walking away]

captain america: [looking m/n walking away with confused] what?

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[incorrectcapsicle]

Steve: N/N, can I talk to you for a minute?

Y/N: Ooh, Someone's in trouble!

Y/N: ...

Y/N: It's me. I don't know why I did that.

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[mushrubes]

Kiss her you fool

Masterlist | marvel masterlist |

Requested : yes

Song : Kiss her you fool - Kids that fly

Pairing : Steve Rogers x (she/her) Stark! reader

Type : fluff

Warnings : Angst if you squint 

Word count : 1.4k

you’re so loved!! <3

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“Stop making up your excuses!” Bucky groaned, looking over at his childhood best friend. Sam laughed knowingly, taking another sip of his protein shake as they all sat on the bench from training. Steve wiped his sweat away with the towel, shaking his head at the two. He denied the accusations that he had feelings for his friend but these two had spent years with him now - they knew him inside out, aware of when he was lying. “Call her up, tell her you forgot something.” Sam suggested, Steve furrowing his eyebrows in confusion. He sat down, sipping his drink. “Why?” he huffed, not aware of their ideas. The two stared him, knowing he rarely spoke to them and when he did, almost made a fool of himself. “Okay, okay.” he surrendered, picking up his phone. 

-----

“Nat, stop it!” Y/n groaned, Natasha sat opposite and laughing as she watched her blush, her phone buzzing and Y/n picking it up straight away. “Is it him?” Natasha teased, Y/n ignoring her as she read the notification that appeared on her phone.

Missed call from Steve (1)

“Nat, be quiet for a second.” she ordered, hushing her best friend as she raised an eyebrow. Y/n called him back, the phone ringing a few times before he finally picked up. “Steve! What’s up?” she asked, holding up a middle finger to Nat as she wiggled her eyebrows at her. “Y/n, hey, uh...I think I left something at yours when we all hung out, do you mind me coming to find it?” he asked, Y/n confused as she didn’t remember anything being left. “Oh! Uh...of course!” she assured, Steve sighing on the other end and some whispers being heard that she couldn’t figure out before she heard a slap.

 “...Steve?” Y/n asked, holding in a laugh as she heard Bucky’s voice in the background. “Yeah? Oh, sorry! Just uh Bucky and Sam being annoying as usual.” he laughed awkwardly, scratching his neck. “I’ll come by later if that’s okay?” he asked, Y/n humming in agreement. “Yeah, that’s good! I’ll see you later then Steve.” she grinned. “See you later, Y/n/n.” he bid goodbye, hanging up.

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Steve knocked on the door, it almost opening instantly. “Hey.” Y/n greeted, Steve smiling softly at her. “Oh, uh, come in.” she gestured, stepping to the side as he entered, closing the door behind him. He walked into the living room, Y/n gasping. “Hang on a second, I’ll go get your jacket - I found it earlier.” she smiled, Steve nodding and feeling relieved that he genuinely did forget something. While he waited, Sam and Bucky’s words repeated in his head, reminding him. “It's worth more than you are thinking, Steve! Don't be a fool, tell her you think she's cool!” Sam exclaimed. 

“Capsicle, nice to see you here.” Tony grinned, taking a drink of his mug. “Tony.” he responded, nodding his head at him, ignoring the knowing smirk he gave him. Luckily, he saved by Y/n walking back over, glaring at her brother. “What did you say?” she huffed, raising an eyebrow at her brother. He put his hands up in defence shaking his head. “Nothing, nothing.” Tony defended, winking at them as Y/n rolled her eyes at him and dragged Steve out of the room. “I’m sorry about him.” she sighed, handing the jacket to him. He chuckled and shook his head. “No, no, don’t worry.” he assured, pausing for a second. “I was uh wondering if...” he paused, a lump in his throat as he tried to get the words out. Y/n pressed a hand to his arm, squeezing it. 

“It’s just me Steve, no need to be so tense.” she smiled, he nodded. He cleared his throat before trying again. “Do you want to come out with me tomorrow? There’s an ice rink in the city and I was thinking we could go?” he asked, remembering the plan. He froze as they didn’t respond instantly, feeling like a fool. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make it awkward and you’re just really cool-” he rambled as they laughed, cutting him off as he tilted his head. “Of course, Steve.” they assured, mirroring the smile that was on his face as they walked to the front door. “Pick me up at two?” she asked, Steve nodding. “Sounds good.” he assured, standing outside. She leant up, pressing a kiss to his cheek as he reddened, silently thanking the cold weather as he walked away from the door. “Hey, Steve?” they called, making him turn around and looking at her. 

“For the record, I think you’re pretty cool too.”

----

“Stop waiting for a fairy tale to take you away, don't wait for someday.” Bucky lectured, Steve sighing at his friend’s words. “You waited last time and look what happened. Don’t let it happen again.” he comforted, patting his shoulder before heading out of the kitchen. He heard murmurs in the hallway, sitting back down and eating his food. “Hey.” Natasha greeted, walking in behind him. He nodded at her, taking another bite of his food. “You know, she’s thinking the same thing as you.” she exposed, Steve looking at her in confusion as to how she would know. “I’m her best friend, I know everything about her and besides - it’s not hard when you both constantly ogle at each other.” she teased, laughing at his darkening face.

“Why haven’t you told her?” she pestered, Steve sighing as he placed his empty bowl into the dish washer. “Nat, as much as I trust you, it’s not worth me possibly ruining my friendship with her.” he sighed, the red head sighing at her friend, seeing the pair were both as bad as each other. “Don't be afraid, dreams aren't found they're made.” she said, grinning as he rolled his eyes at her cheesy words. “I have an idea, Steve.” she spoke up, catching his attention. “Tony’s throwing one of his Christmas parties, pull her aside and then confess.” she shrugged, Steve chuckling at the simplicity of her tone. “I’ll try.” he gave in, Nat happy with the answer.

----

"You’ve only got one chance.” Sam taunted, looking at his best friend who he’d walked in with. “Yeah, yeah, okay.” Steve ignored, waving his hand at him while he looked around, searching for her. “They’re over there, most likely.” Bucky grinned, pointing at Nat who was stood in a group, shaking her arm and Y/n now waving at Steve. His face lit up, waving back and making his way over. “Hi.” she giggled, looking up at the soldier who towered over her. “Hello, y/n/n.” he responded softly, taking her hand and twirling her as her dress skirt spun. “You look amazing- not that you don’t every day of course-” he rambled, cut off by her loud laughter. “It’s okay, Steve. You look pretty good tonight too.” she returned, Steve scratching his neck and both their cheeks heating up and taking sips from their drinks. They had accidentally matched, both wearing a subtle navy blue (most likely Natasha’s and Bucky’s work).

He finished his, placing it down on the bar next to them while she finished hers, standing up and holding his hand out to her. “Care to dance, m’lady?” he joked, Y/n taking his hand and standing up. “Of course, sir.” she carried on, Steve leading her to the dance floor. “Is this okay?” he asked as he placed is hands on her waist. “It’s more than okay, Steve.” she whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck and placing her head on his chest while he put his on top, swaying as the slow song finished, a more upbeat one coming on that he recognised. He looked over at Bucky, referring to the music as he nodded and playfully rolled his eyes. “That’s not important! Kiss her, you fool!” he mouthed back, Steve nodding and cheeks reddening yet again. 

He pulled away, grabbing her hand and twirling her, making her gasp before sending her into a fit of laughter. “S-Steve! Warn me...next time.” she got out in between her laughs, Steve grinning at her. “What was that? Do it again?” he grinned mischievously, Y/n’s face widening as they heard what he said over the music. “Steven Grant Rogers, don’t you dare!” they warned, more laughter escaping as he twirled her, this time dipping her down at the end. “Steve.” she mumbled, Steve raising an eyebrow. “Kiss me.” she said, the soldier smirking before leaning down, connecting their lips together and missing the $20 Tony handed to Bucky. 

“It’s about damn time.”

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[navstuffs]

Everything he wanted

Pairings: Steve Rogers x GN!Reader, Steve Rogers x Peggy Carter

Warnings: post Infinity war, ANGST, fluff with angst ending, doesn't end well for reader, sorta songfic, some usage of y/n

Summary: Steve finally gets everything he wanted.

Author's note: ready for some pain? the idea of this fanfic got loosely tied to the song "Everything I wanted", by Billie Eilish.

"I had a dream

I got everything I wanted"

It was Steve's idea to celebrate your birthday dinner at your new house. It was going to be the first party since you two moved in. Now that Captain America was retired, thank you very much, he had a lot of free time on his hands. And he discovered his passion for cooking. He had been preparing your favorite meal that night, one that he passed the whole month before testing to make it tastier - Sam and Bucky were his test subjects.

Before retiring, Steve didn't have almost any time for old hobbies or even finding new ones. He was surrounded by death and danger, brought back from the past to a time he didn't know anyone, even himself sometimes. It was a miracle he found you in the middle of that mess and gave love a new chance. Steve was creating a new chapter for both of you, free of stress and risks.

He knew how much you had suffered with all deaths, especially Natasha and Tony. You were tempted on inviting Bucky, Sam, and Sarah to your birthday but you didn't want to bother since they had a busy lifestyle. Steve let his hand go to his pocket, holding the small box as a reminder of what he was going to do tonight. The doorbell rang breaking his thoughts.

"Finally! Coming!" Steve yelled, walking to the front door. He had told Bucky to be there a little earlier but Bucky was too late for his comfort.

When Steve opened the door, he was suddenly attacked by two pairs of small hands, half-hugging, half-trying to take him down.

"Get him, boys!" Bucky Barnes cheered, a smug grin on his face. Cass Wilson and AJ Wilson attacked Steve since Bucky had the most important item of that night on his hands. It had been weeks since Steve gave him the biggest task of the night: picking up your birthday cake.

"Oh come on, Barnes, making my nephews do your dirty work?!" Sam Wilson exclaimed behind Bucky, a playful tone in his voice.

Steve smiled, grabbing the kids by their hips and lifting them up with no difficulty. AJ and Cass didn't seem to mind, giggling even louder, their legs shaking.

"Okay, boys, we are going to have a lot of time for this later!" Sarah Wilson commented when she got closer to them and Steve put the kids down, with protest coming from them "(Y/N) will be here in less than thirty minutes and we still have to put the decorations up!"

"You are late, Bucky." Steve simply stated before pulling his friend into a half hug. Bucky was careful enough to keep your cake out of damage.

"Sorry? Cake store was a busy. The boys wanted to test their hug on (Y/N) later and I am carrying the cake, so the boys decided on you." Bucky winked at the kids. He walked into the house, carrying the cake cautiously to the kitchen, followed closely by AJ and Cass.

Steve turned his attention to Sam and Sarah, both carrying bags. He promptly took the bags out of Sarah's hands, apologizing.

"It is alright. How is dinner going? Too hard? Want me to take a look?" Sarah gave him a fast hug.

"I have been using Bucky and Sam as my lab rats so, we all know I need your opinion" Sarah smiled, satisfied, following her kids and Bucky's path.

"Uuuuh, I have found the wine, Steve!" Steve heard Bucky exclaim happily from the kitchen.

It was just him and Sam now. Sam was carrying the bags that had the rest of your gifts. He looked exhausted but happy to be there.

"Are you alright, Sam?"

"Yeah. Excited for the night off!"

Steve couldn't help but feel bad for Sam. And happy. Since he had retired, Sam assumed the Captain America mantle and shield. He knew since the beginning Sam was the correct choice and everything he would see on the TV, or hear on the radio just confirmed his choice. Steve trusted Sam Wilson with his legacy.

One of the reasons Steve could sleep easy at night. The other being you, of course.

Steve and Sam walked inside the house, organizing the gifts on top of Steve's center table.

"Thank you for being here, Sam. I can't imagine what you pulled through to be here."

"I am sure you can" Sam laughed. Truly, Sam needed a night off. Away from all responsibilities, have some fun with his friends, get a bit drunk "(Y/N) is my friend too, by the way. Anyway, how is retirement? Putting on your comfortable slippers and reading the journal the whole morning, feet up? Then napping? End of the day: complaining about the news, going to sleep at 9 pm?"

Steve shook his head, laughing. They could hear Sarah and Bucky talking in the kitchen.

"You forgot sleeping during the news and complaining about them at the same time" Steve joked making Sam burst a loud laugh.

"Something more happening tonight that I should know?" Steve jerked his head back to Sam and simply blinked. "Come on, Steve. You told me if you were going to do it, you would do it when time was right."

"You will see when the time gets there," Steve responded mysteriously, walking back to the kitchen. Sarah was having a glass of wine with Bucky, watching the kids play in the backyard.

"Steve, the food is delicious! My brother and Bucky served for something, I guess."

"Hey, I brought the cake! Which, by the way, it is (Y/N)'s favorite bakery and flavor."

"Thanks, Bucky. And thank you, Sarah."

Twenty minutes passed until your arrival. Steve kept pacing back and forth impatiently, keeping his eyes on his phone for your messages. Everything was ready, and everyone had their birthday hats on, AJ and Cass with blowouts. The kids, Bucky and Sam filled up some balloons for decoration and put up a simple happy birthday sign. It wasn't exactly a surprise birthday party, but it was more than you knew.

"I see (Y/N)'s car!" Cass exclaimed from the window and everyone assumed their position near the front door, with Bucky turning off the lights.

"Surprise!" Everyone screamed when you opened the door. For a second, you froze, looking at them stunned. AJ and Cass ran in your direction, hugging your sides tightly.

"What, how?" You barely hugged the boys back, still looking shocked at your friends there.

"Surprise! Happy birthday!" Bucky responded, pulling you into a tight hug.

Next was Sam. You were trying really hard to not cry while Sam hugged you, wishing you a happy birthday. You felt some tears drop while you hugged Sarah. It had been a couple of rough last years for you - especially after Natasha's death. After Steve and you retired and moved in together, it took a while until things got okay and you could lead your life normally. You wanted them at your party, but Sam and Bucky were busy with their superhero lifestyle and Sarah was occupied with her life and her kidd, so you didn't call to bother them about it. Steve was the one that called and invited them to surprise you.

"Hey, we are here, okay? Wouldn't miss this for anything in the world!" Sarah murmured, hugging you and kissing your cheek. She cleaned your tears and you felt a strong hug on both your sides. AJ and Cass again. You kneeled down to their level.

"There is cake, there are tons of gifts from us as well!" Cass told you, excited. You finally hugged them properly.

"I am sure they will be my favorite gifts!"

You got up and turned to Steve and felt his arms close around you. You lost your parents before joining the Avengers, and being alone for so long it was hard to bond with anyone. With time passing, your relationship with Steve changed from respectful to friendship to love. You had gone through so much together, it was hard seeing yourself without each other.

After Thanos, for a moment, you thought Steve was going to leave you. But he didn't.

After so many losses, it was nice knowing Steve chose you.

"Thank you, thank you so much, Steve. I love you." You whispered, your voice cracking down.

Steve didn't answer, placing a single kiss on the top of your head. He couldn't wait to ask your hand in marriage later that night.

"Not what you'd think

And if I'm being honest

It might've been a nightmare"

-x-

"I had a dream

I got everything I wanted

But when I wake up, I see

You with me"

Steve wakes up, feeling disoriented at first. He doesn't really know where he is. He gasps for some air and tries to get up but he is stopped by a pair of hands placed on his chest.

"Steve?" A woman's worried voice he knows very well. Peggy. "Are you okay? Did you have a nightmare?"

Steve doesn't answer, letting himself be dragged back to the bed. Peggy is holding his face, scanning his expressions. She looks worried - like it had happened before.

"I had a dream."

"What kind? Bad? Good?"

"I don't know."

Peggy doesn't answer, holding Steve in her arms, wanting to make sure he will calm down. Since he came back from the future, Steve's nights had been rough. She knows it had to be something from the time he passed in the future. Steve didn't share everything that happened yet but Peggy was patient, she could wait. She wasn't going to pressure him, she was just happy with his return.

"We will be alright, Steve. We are together now, we will be okay" Peggy whispers against his hair, still holding him closely.

Steve doesn't say anything. He remembers now he has come back for her because that is what he wanted, right? Since the beginning. Steve made the conscious choice of not telling anyone, not even you since Steve knew he would break your heart no matter what. Leaving without saying anything was the best choice.

Steve's dreams had started a little after he came back. He would have glimpses of the life he could have had with you - a child, a dog, getting old together. And it hurt. More than he admitted to himself.

Steve had made a choice and he needed to live with it now.

"If I knew it all then, would I do it again?

Would I do it again?"

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“ok great! i was wondering if you could do a Steve Rogers type of one w it would be like to date him type that’s more male partner aimed?” Requested by @ddspam

Dating Steve Rogers Would Include…. (Steve Rogers x Male partner)

- Steve not caring what anyone thought about his sexuality

- He was bullied a lot regardless growing up, and he was always true to his character

- so naturally he wouldn’t shy from hiding his preference even in the 40s when it wasn’t widely accepted

- and you can bet that he would stand up for anyone else that was gay if he saw them being mistreated

- he does not like bullies

- however he still gets nervous when approaching you for the first time

- he makes sure you were also into guys before even trying to make a move on you, not wanting to make you uncomfortable

- holding doors open for you

- definitely see him as more of a dom/top he gives off that energy

- man lives for cuddling, especially spooning

- he is usually the big spoon

- not being shy of PDA at all usually having his hand on you majority of the time if not holding hands

- he’s a very compromising person, if there was ever a disagreement/argument he’d want to hear you out and then find a way to meet in the middle

- he would NOT let any mission get in between his relationship with you

- he’s very respectful of your beliefs and feelings

- loves to talk to you about each other

- or just to talk in general he loves connecting with you

- probably a lot of star spangled man with a plan jokes

- watching old clips of him beating up “Hitler”

- Steve letting you throw his shield

- Steve giving you tips and tricks on how to throw his shield

- he’d plan cute little dates with a nice cooked meal and roses

- with music playing the the background and slow dancing in the kitchen

- leaving little love notes by the bathroom/bedroom mirror for you to wake up to if he leaves before you

- or casual “how did I end up with the most handsome guy in th world” note posted on the mirror just so you don’t doubt yourself

- when you guys are home he has an old radio from his days that plays soft music around the house when you guys are just relaxing

- he will help you with anything that you need or even don’t need help with

- handyman type boyfriend, door creaking? Fixed. Want an extended bathroom? On it. He’s very helpful making your home just the way you two want it.

- he is also very proactive, making sure the house is clean and in decent shape if he’s not out avenging

- most definitely has a few wonderful art pieces representing of LGBTQ+ hung up in his house

- he is very much your defender and will defend you from something as little as a spider to as big as the hulk

- king of consent

- even after you say yes he asks just to make sure and never wants you to feel pressured

- taking you out to eat anywhere you want/to do anything you want when he’s not avenging

- “That’s americas ass” turned into “that’s your ass”

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[multific]

Lucky Woman

Sam Wilson x Reader

When facing real danger Captain America was the strongest, and most willing to jump into place and fix the situation.

But this, this challenge was something the great Sam Wilson never wanted to face.

Standing perfectly still, the items in front of him seemed to laugh into his face.

He stared intently as if he looked intimidating, they would give up. But Sam wasn't the kind of man to give up first.

After what felt like an eternity to him, and five long minutes for the shop assistant, she finally gathered her courage to go over to the man.

"Sir? Do you need help?" asked the young woman, who squeaked like a mouse when Sam turned to her, she looked frightened, and Sam softened his expression.

He held a hand out and as if he was saying "DUH" he pointed at the shelf next to him.

The woman looked at his hand and then at the shelf of goods.

"Do you need help choosing pads, Sir?" asked the woman but his expression said it all. 

He needed more than help, he needed a detailed explanation why were there so many options. As a man with a sister, Sam was still not the best knowledgeable on the topic.

Tampons and pads in all sizes.

What did sizes mean anyway? Surely not the lady parts?! 

"What does she usually use?" asked the kind lady but Sam couldn't even make a noise.

To the woman, this was an almost everyday occurrence. 

Men come into the drug store, looking for tampons or pads but having no idea what to get.

But to Sam, he rather face Thanos again if it came down to it. Thanos or an angry wife if he gets the wrong thing.

"Next time, take a picture of the box or call her now? I can help you and give you the normal ones, but I'm not sure if it's what she uses."

Call you?

NO.

Sam was a proud man. And again, Thanos sounded not too bad right about now. He was honestly contemplating making up a story about a robbery or something just to tell you why he couldn't buy you the things you needed.

But no, Sam Wilson was a man. No way a couple of female products can defeat him!

But a picture wasn't such a bad idea.

"What does-Hm. What do women usually get?" he ended up asking.

"Depends."

Great. That wasn't a straight answer.

Why were there so many options?! And why after 5 years of dating from which he spent 3 married is this the first time he has to face the female products aisle in the drug store?

He probably should just accept defeat. He probably should just give up and call you as the lady suggested but then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw it.

The unmistakable purple box. The box he moved out of the way when looking for his shave or hidden condoms at the back of the shelf.

He grabbed it like a man who just found their lost child.

"This is it." he said.

---

As he entered the house with bags in his hands, Sam kicked the door in. He could hear the TV was on. 

"Hey Baby." he said as he entered the room, catching you as you sat with a blanket around you as you watched some random series.

"Hii."

"I got your things and I'm making dinner, how does meatballs sound?"

"Perfect." you followed him to the kitchen as he started to put things away.

You pulled out the purple box, Sam smirked.

"I'm surprised you knew what I use." you said and he laughed a little.

"I'm Captain America, tampons have nothing on me." you laughed as you leaned close to kiss him.

"Tampons and good food? If I didn't know any better I'd say you are trying to get some."

"Oh, later maybe, you do have cramps don't you?" he said, this answer way too serious for you joking tone, but you didn’t mind, he was right, you were having cramps.

"In a couple days, Mr Wilson I'll make you the happiest man alive, I swear." you said as you pointed at him with the box.

He laughed, "I already am, Baby."

"And I'm the luckiest woman." you kissed him again before heading back to the couch, letting him cook, you'd come back a couple minutes later to check on him.

Sam let out a long sigh. Bullet dodged. 

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[jupitercomet]

A Perfectly Placed Iron Man Band-Aid

summary - Steve never really understood your love of Avengers themed band-aids. And then one day he did.

warnings - language, mentions of blood, mentions of drinking/being drunk, mentions of injury, brief mentions of violence, Mickey Mouse slander, light angst

word count - 4.1k

Steve took a deep sniff, suppressing a groan as he slumped against the cave wall. The wind was biting at his nose, turning it a rosy pink, and the frigid temperature was making it difficult to breathe. Natasha had managed to roll herself next to him, wearily eyeing the entrance of the cave and trying to hide her grimace. Steve caught it though.

“You’re hurt.”

She scoffed. “So are you.”

“That’s not the same and you know it,” and then, in a more worried tone, “how bad is it?”

Natasha shook her head, as if trying to quiet his thoughts. “It’s not bleeding, just took a mean kick to the side.”

Steve could only nod, doing his own evaluation of his friend and only relaxing when he could only find minor cuts and scrapes on her body. A glance to his own hands lingered on the yellow and red wrapping his thumb, slightly caked in dirt — and blood, Steve realized — and he traced the latex softly.

“You don’t have to keep putting band-aids on me, everything heals by the time you unwrap them.”

“I know,” you smoothed an Iron Man band-aid around his thumb, bringing his hand up to press a kiss to its padded center. “But I always worry about you and I can’t do a whole lot because I’m not even a hero or anything— And don’t say I am, you know I’m not,” you pointed sternly at his opened mouth. He closed it. “I don’t know, it makes me feel better that at least some part of me is there to help you. Even if it’s little.”

You cast your eyes to the yellow and red band-aid on his thumb, rolling your lip in embarrassment.

“It’s stupid,” you shook your head, reaching to peel the band-aid off. “It’ll probably just get in the way with your shield and everything—”

“Hey now,” Steve lightly pulled his hand from your grip. “You can’t take it off, I might bleed out. We wouldn’t want that.”

You cast your eyes up at him, swallowing at the intensity inside them. The soft smile on his lips, the loving gaze resting heavy in his irises. “No, we wouldn’t want that,” you repeated quietly.

Neither of you spoke for a moment and you watched as Steve studied his hands, a contemplative look on his face that slowly morphed into light teasing.

“Really? Tony?” He groaned half-heartedly. “You couldn’t even give me a Cap one? You’re cruel, doll.”

You couldn’t stop your giggles, soon realizing that had been Steve’s goal all along, and bit your lip bashfully. “I’ll give him a Captain America one. Make it fair.”

He threw an exaggerated hand to his chest. “And now you’re going to give away my band-aids? You’re breaking my heart here.”

Your smile brightened, hands meeting his shoulders as you pressed a kiss to his lips. “Then I’ll save them for when you get back,” it was always when, not if. “Lord knows you’ll probably need all of them.”

Steve smiled softly. “I’ll hold you to that.” I’ll come back.

“What’s with the band-aid?” Natasha raised her brows teasingly. “Don’t tell me one of the HYDRA agents gave you a paper cut.”

“Nah,” Steve chuckled halfheartedly. “Just wanted to carry a piece of Tony with me.”

Natasha blinked.

“Did you just make a joke?”

“On occasion I’m capable of it, yes,” Steve deadpanned.

The redhead chuckled, though quickly cut it off with a wince. “Well, I’m glad I got to hear it. You know, since we’re going to die and all.”

Steve looked at her, though it was tired. “Don’t say that.” 

The mission was supposed to be simple. SHIELD had found an abandoned HYDRA facility on some remote mountain top. It was an extraction mission, nothing more. Get in, get the information, get out. Easy. At least, it was supposed to be.

Apparently, SHIELD had gotten false information — something Steve noticed was becoming a pattern for the agency — because the facility was very much not abandoned. What was once an extraction mission turned into a fight for their lives, the element of surprise lost to them given they’d practically waltzed right in. 

They’d managed to find a semblance of cover in the form of a cave and were left to sit with their wounds and the sinking dread that no one knew where they were or how to reach them.

Absent-mindedly, Steve reached for his comm, reminding himself — again — that he’d lost it at some point during the fight. He deflated, exhaustion creeping through his fingertips. He felt heavy. The band-aid caught his eye again.

“Steve, oh my god,” you gasped, tugging on his arm lightly. “Look!”

The man slowed his steps, brows furrowing as he tried to follow your gaze. “What?”

“These are so cute,” now you were pulling him, grip on his arm tightening excitedly, as you pranced down the aisle. “We’re getting them.”

It wasn’t until you grabbed the item that Steve finally pieced together what you were talking about and his cheeks visibly pinkened. You were looking at the blue packaging adoringly, eyes lighting up as they landed on a caricature of the man next to you.

“Doll, they’re two dollars more expensive than regular band-aids,” he tried to hide his bashfulness with a cough. “Besides, the infirmary always has band-aids.”

You didn’t even dignify him with a response, grabbing two more boxes decidedly. “I’m getting three so I can get as many Captain America ones as possible.”

“Wh-Why?” Steve cleared his throat, well aware that he was probably bright red.

“If I get a cut, I want it to be my favorite superhero who saves me,” you smiled, before turning back to the rows of band-aids and mumbling, “maybe I should get four.”

You left the aisle with four boxes of Avengers band-aids in your right hand and a sputtering Steve holding your left.

“Do you have your comm?”

Natasha sucked in a breath, shaking her head. “It fried when that one room exploded.”

Steve winced. 

The sun was dropping and he knew it was only going to get colder. He wasn’t entirely worried for himself, the serum would probably get him through the night relatively fine. But he could already see Natasha begin to shiver from his peripheral and knew that, no matter how hard he tried to shield her from the wind with his body, it wouldn’t be enough to stop her from getting hypothermia. 

Natasha rolled her head to glance at him and Steve didn’t like how defeated she looked. “Maybe Tony chipped us like shelter dogs,” it was a joke, or at least tried to be, “ethically, I wouldn’t put it past him.”

“I don’t know if I want you to be right or not,” Steve mirrored her before adding, “they’ll find us.”

Neither was sure if that was for her or him.

“Okay, I think you’re done honey,” Steve chuckled, side-stepping you to pry the drink from your hand. 

You pouted, though to his relief didn’t fight him. Not that you stood much of a chance. You were incredibly intoxicated, already swaying when he took his hand off your waist to set your drink on a counter. Hastily, the hand was back on your waist, keeping you upright and stopping you from running away to join Thor and do… whatever he was doing at the pool table.

Steve sighed, he always told Tony these parties were a bad idea and glancing around the room only made a lecture about the dangers of going too far form in his head. But one look at your delighted smile had him filing that speech away.

“You ready to go to bed?” He asked, pulling your attention away from your animated and drunken friends.

You nodded with a yawn, leaning your weight against him as an invitation for him to start leading you to your room. Making your way through the much quieter hallway, Steve entertained your ramblings, responding on occasion when he could piece together what you were saying. 

“—And then Sam and I had a race, which really wasn’t fair because you guys work out all the time and are super strong and I think the last time I ran was my 5th grade FitnessGram PACER Test. He even laughed at me when I fell and scraped my knee, which I think is just mean.”

Steve stilled. “What?”

“I said me and Sam had a race. Did you even listen to me?” You huffed.

“No,” Steve moved to squat in front of you. “You scraped your knee?”

“Oh yeah!” You stated proudly, showing off your bloody kneecap. “I think it’s gonna leave a gnarly scar.”

Steve looked at you incredulously, deciding to forego walking and just carrying you the last few feet to your room. You were still talking about gnarly scars which derailed into a detailed account of every ‘cool’ injury you’d ever had as Steve set you on the bathroom counter. 

You appeared to be drunk enough that you didn’t seem to feel Steve cleaning your knee and he decided not to tell you that the scrape probably wouldn’t scar at all. Your ability to distract yourself made it easy for Steve to tend to your wound and it wasn’t until he pulled a band-aid from one of your drawers that you focused on him.

“I don’t want that one,” you told him pointedly, wrinkling your nose as if the beige latex had offended you.

“Y/N,” Steve continued to peel the paper from the band-aid. “I need to put something on your knee.”

“I know,” you leaned to grab the first-aid kit by your sink and Steve rushed to stop you from falling off the counter. “I want a Captain America one please.”

Steve humored you by opening the first-aid kit, trying to find a way to tell you that it had been months since you’d bought the Avengers band-aids and that there weren’t any Captain America band-aids. His fingers froze on the thick plastic box when his eyes landed on a stack of red, white, and blue band-aids. Picking one up, as if he almost didn’t believe it, he turned back to you.

“You found it,” you giggled excitedly, extending your knee out to him.

“I found it,” he mumbled.

Only Steve knew that he was looking at you and not the band-aid. And that he was talking about something completely different.

“I got the information,” Natasha grinned, holding up a flash drive

Steve let out a shocked laugh. “I can’t believe you.”

“Believe it, Rogers,” Natasha smirked. “I’m just that good.”

“You can take full credit when we get back.”

Natasha’s smile faltered, and Steve saw it, but she fixed it quickly. “That was always the plan.”

Steve was thankful she humored him.

You let out a soft groan, vaguely aware that you were waking. From behind your closed lids you could tell the sun had not yet risen and you huffed at the fact that you had. Attempting to sleep once more, you squeezed your eyes shut, but that thought was quickly forgotten when a small whimper cut through the air. Body rigid, you shot up.

Steve’s face was contorted in discomfort, his hands almost white as they clenched in tight fists around his bed sheet. His whole body was stiff and his breaths were shallow and quick. Too afraid to shake him, you ran your fingers through his hair, softly moving from his scalp to the sides of his face.

“Steve, baby, you gotta wake up,” you coaxed quietly.

Your words seemed not to register, his chest rising in fast motions that seemed far too heavy. His lungs appeared to be moving so quickly that you didn’t even know if he was actually getting oxygen. Your hand was still tracing patterns on his cheek bones and hairline. You bit your lip to stop from panicking.

“Please wake up,” you begged a little louder. “Stevie, you’re scaring me. Please.”

Suddenly you were met with oceanic blue, confused and fearful. His body was entirely stiff and his breathing still hadn’t slowed. He had a strange look in his eye, a lack of recognition as he looked at you.

“You’re okay, baby,” you moved to give him space, but his hand shot up, keeping  yours on his face. “I need you to breathe for me. Can you do that, honey?”

Steve only swallowed thickly, watching as you took deep breaths in hopes he would mirror your movements. It took several minutes, but his breathing finally slowed and with it the adrenaline in your veins diminished. Moving your back against the headboard, you carefully placed his head on your lap continuing your ministrations on his hair. Steve watched you silently, still slightly dazed.

“Hi, baby,” you moved your hand down to cup his cheek, finally breaking the quiet.

His tongue darted out to wet his cracked lips. “Hi.”

“You okay?” You asked softly, moving to trace the bridge of his nose. “You wanna tell me what happened?”

Steve moved deeper into your lap, arms moving to wrap around your stomach. He shook his head. You bit back a sigh, moving to run your fingers through his hair. Most nights Steve was fine but, every so often, he would have a nightmare. It would take him at least a day or two to talk to you about it. You never forced him to.

Instead, you reached towards the nightstand, grabbing the remote and turning on the TV, letting its low volume fill the room. Steve moved slightly, peeking his eyes from your middle so he could watch the screen. It was a rerun of old cartoons, which you thought was odd given that it was far too late for any children to be up, but you appreciated the lightness of it.

“I used to be scared of Mickey Mouse,” Steve spoke suddenly and you could feel the vibrations of his voice on your stomach.

“Yeah?” You asked softly.

“Yeah,” Steve tore his eyes from the screen to look at you. “When the first Mickey animation came out, my mom sat me and Bucky down by the TV and made us watch it. It made me cry.”

You frowned slightly. “How old were you?”

“10,” Steve chuckled. “Bucky never lets me forget it.” 

You pushed his hair back from where it was sticking to his forehead. “Well, Bucky still cries when we watch Wonder. And not even at the sad parts. He cried when Via did her monologue in the play. How is that sad?”

The blond laughed at that, shifting slightly and pulling a gasp from your lips as you caught sight of the dots of burgundy staining the white sheet around him.

“Steve, you’re bleeding.”

He brought his hand up to the two of you, flexing his hand slightly as he watched the deep, crescent indents piercing through the skin of his palm. With a small, almost undetectable shrug, he closed his hand into a fist, as if hiding the injury meant it was no longer something to worry about.

“You have to let me clean it,” you pulled his hand back to you stubbornly.

“Doll, you know it will be gone by morning,” Steve tried to reason with you, attempting to use his hand in your grip to get you to lie down. “I’m okay, promise. And you need to sleep.”

“Do not tell me what I need, Steven Grant Rogers.” The little traces of exhaustion were wiped from his face at the use of his birth given name, eyes following you as you ripped yourself from his mattress. “What I need is to clean your hands and if I need to wake up the whole tower to do it, then so be it.”

“I would advise against that, Miss Y/L/N,” the voice of Tony’s AI was quiet in Steve’s room. “Miss Romanoff appeared to be unhappy with Mr. Rogers last night. I believe it would be unwise to wake her this early on Mr. Rogers’ account.”

You only smirked in response and, with a sigh, Steve got up from the bed. 

It took him a moment to adjust to your bathroom lights, still rubbing blearly at his eyes as you rummaged through the drawers. As he suspected, his palms had already started healing themselves, but you paid no attention to that as you cleaned, dried, and bandaged them. 

Steve looked at his hands; a Black Widow band-aid smoothed against his left palm and a Spider-Man band-aid against his right. He turned back to you with a raised eyebrow.

“Bug themed,” was all you supplied.

Steve let out an airy snort, but said nothing more as exhaustion became more apparent in your features and you finally started trudging towards the bathroom door.

Mickey Mouse cartoons were still playing lowly on the television as he settled back under the covers. You weren’t far behind him, but were moving too slow for his liking, a soft yelp leaving your lips as his hands met your hips and he yanked you on top of him. It took only a second for him to move you slightly, pulling the blankets over and getting you both comfortable.

“Now sleep,” he emphasized with a kiss to your hairline.

As he suspected, you didn’t argue, blinks slowing and breath evening as the late night caught up to you. For a moment, Steve let himself take in the feeling of your breath against his neck and the colored lights of old timey animations dancing around the room, the lingering effects of his nightmare rolling off his skin. He smiled fondly at his Spider-Man band-aid, before finally reaching for the remote.

“I’m gonna kill him.” Your mumbled voice surprised him slightly, informing him that you actually hadn’t fallen asleep yet.

His brows furrowed when he processed your words. “Who?”

“Him.” You gestured lazily to the TV.

Looking at the screen, Steve was only more confused. “Mickey Mouse?”

“Do you think Nat would help me?” You asked suddenly, ignoring his question and propping yourself up on his chest. Steve could see that the movement hardly made you more alert. “I wanna know how she does that thing with her legs,” you mimed the move with your hands — though it was really just you mashing your fingers together in various ways. “Like the WWE takedown thingy she does with her thighs.”

“And why would you want to,” Steve was glad you were too sleepy to register the amused expression on his face, “WWE takedown Mickey Mouse?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” You looked at him and Steve had to restrain himself from laughing at the fact that you appeared to believe that he was the ridiculous one in this scenario. “He made you cry, little mouse-headed freak. Plus he treats Minnie like shit.”

The super soldier could only roll his eyes affectionately, using a gentle palm on the back of your head to make you lie down again.

“Go to sleep, Y/N.”

The sun was setting. Steve estimated it would be half an hour before it was completely dark. He and Natasha had settled into a silence that was neither comfortable nor uncomfortable, both resigned to the fact that they’d walked into this cave and might never walk out. Steve wished he knew what to say — he was usually good at these kinds of things — but Natasha had always been a little bit cynical and, in this instance, maybe she had a right to be.

The air was dripping with vulnerability and Natasha sucked in a breath, her lips a worryingly blue. 

“I’m not ready to die,” she admitted quietly.

Steve reached for her hand, giving her frigid fingers a light squeeze. “Me neither,” he stared at his Iron Man band-aid, trying to ingrain it into his retinas. “So we won’t.”

Natasha nodded. Every movement the both of them made was subdued by cold and exhaustion. “Okay.”

It was quiet once more and Steve glanced at the opening of the cave. He had no idea how low the temperature would drop after nightfall, he had no ideas about a lot of things. For the first time, Steve Rogers was completely without a plan.

“We should get some sleep,” was all he managed.

“Then I’ll see you tomorrow, when we wake up,” Natasha offered him a small smile. She had always been good at reading people.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Steve didn’t have any ideas. Steve didn’t have a plan. All Steve had was an Iron Man band-aid and, as his eyes fluttered closed and he pressed a kiss to the dirty, bloody latex, he remembered the box of band-aids you were saving for him and the promise that he would come back for you to use them all. Steve wished more than anything that his promise to you would be one he’d get to keep.

“Shit. Tony, I found them.”

The first thing Steve felt was warm. Which was unusually given his last memory was of being stranded on some remote mountain top as he watched his friend slowly succumb to hypothermia. The next thing Steve felt was something gripping his hand with so much desperation it almost hurt. Which led him to his third realization: he could feel his fingers.

Blinking slowly he took in the ceiling of the infirmary, a sight he had become all too familiar with given all his various injuries. 

“Steve?”

He turned at the sound of his name, groggily smiling when his eyes landed on you. Your chair was pulled up so close to the side of his bed that he was sure it wasn’t at all comfortable for you. Your eyes were rubbed raw and puffy, it didn’t take a genius to figure out that you’d been crying.

“Hi honey.”

He frowned when his words pulled a whimper from your lips and more tears from your eyes. Your hand was shaking around his and he gave it a soft squeeze.

“Why’re you crying?” He cooed.

“Don’t ever scare me like that again,” you huffed, trying to compose yourself. “Natasha even woke up before you. I thought I was never going to hear your voice again, you asshole.”

Despite your best efforts, a fresh wave of tears rolled down your cheeks anyway and you wiped at them harshly with your sleeve. Steve took the hand that was still in his, doing his best to press comforting kisses to your fingertips.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t—” You shook your head, guilt filling your gaze. “It’s not your fault. I’m just glad you’re safe.”

Steve pressed another kiss to your fingers, only letting go when you pulled from his grip to play with his hair. “Missed you.” 

He reached with his index finger to trace the Iron Man band-aid at the thought, jolting up when his finger only met skin. “Where’s my band-aid?”

You looked at him incredulously. “Steve, it was covered in dirt. The doctors took it off.”

Steve pouted subconsciously. “Can I get another one?”

You studied him for a moment, smile soft and eyes even softer, before pulling a blue box from your bag and asking him with a watery voice, “Of course, Stevie. Which one do you want?”

“I don’t know. I kind of like the Thor one.”

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ch.13: The Lost Pieces 

Steve Rogers x OFC fic • squeeze your eyes for a Bucky Barnes x (2nd) OFC

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Maria Hill was the savior that no one had expected given their streak of luck lately. But she showed up with a game plan that she explained in a very rushed manner as they headed to some secret base not too far outside the city. She assured them that those inside were people they could trust, and she had to reiterate that to Seren when the latter saw a medic approaching them. Natasha was still nursing a bullet injury in her shoulder and given the severity of the blood she was losing, Seren didn't make it harder. Besides, she had other things to worry about.

"I need some tech — a control room — whatever you have to help me locate Chloe." She was right on Maria's tail and actively searching for a room before Maria even answered. "We need to find Chloe as fast as possible!"

"We'll find her, but I think you'll want to see someone else too," Maria said, sounding oddly confident too.

Seren didn't quite care for it right now, honestly. She couldn't find it to be confident with just about anything right now. Their track record as of late was just awful. "Unless it's God himself — because I have a few questions to ask him — I'm not quite interested, Maria. I need to find Chloe."

"Follow me, guys." Maria picked up her pace and said nothing more, leaving the group with no choice but to follow after her. They followed her down some dark corridors until they came into a dimly lit room where the last person they were expecting was lying on a bed in pretty bad shape...but alive.

Seren became a statue. It took two seconds for Steve to go from surprised to irritated. Natasha was relieved. The only one who didn't understand was Sam.

"About damn time," Nick Fury said to a room full of wide eyes.

There wasn't a word spoken for minutes except for the medic giving Natasha instructions for her injury. Eventually, Fury was the one to break the silence. He did so with a long list of his injuries.

"...lacerated spinal column, cracked sternum, shattered collarbone, perforated liver, one hell of a headache…"

"Don't forget your collapsed lung," the doctor reminded him, as if he needed it.

"Oh, let's not forget that. Otherwise, I'm good."

"Good?" Seren nearly snorted, still unable to pull herself together from the shock. She was trying to remember to be a decent person and not lose it like she very much wanted to.

Natasha was a lot more calm about the situation, and neither Seren nor Steve were surprised about that. She was always the best at controlling her emotions. She looked at Fury cautiously like he would disappear if she blinked. "They cut you open, your heart stopped…"

"Tetrodotoxin B. Slows the pulse to one beat a minute. Banner developed it for stress. Didn't work so great for him, but we found a use for it."

"Why all the secrecy? Why not just tell us?" Steve asked, despite already presuming what the answer would be. Like Seren, he was keeping himself calm and surprisingly was doing a better job at it than Seren. He kept glancing in her direction and she was actively avoiding all of their eyes.

"Any attempt on the director's life had to look successful," Maria replied.

"No," said Seren abruptly, shaking her head. "Even if that wasn't the endgame, you still wouldn't have told us anything. And that's the truth." Nobody could ignore the sour resentment in her voice. "Because another truth is that you only tell the full plan to those you trust and clearly," she let out a bitter chuckle, "we weren't on that list. Except for Chloe, of course, and even then..."

"Agent Soul—"

"I'm not 'agent Soul' anymore," Seren snapped. "I never was, apparently! Because SHIELD never existed! Because the whole time there were moles everywhere and even when you did know about them, you didn't tell anyone, Fury!"

"I couldn't tell anyone, Seren, because—"

"Because you didn't trust us!? Are you serious!? Me!?" Seren laughed. She saw Steve reaching for her shoulder but in her anger she stepped away from him. She focused all her attention on the one man who, from her perspective, had a lot of the fault right now. "I've worked my entire life for you and you didn't trust me enough? You doubted my loyalties!?" She started laughing again and brought a hand up to her mouth. "You must be kidding me right now! You gotta be!"

There was a long silence in the room after which everyone except for Seren looked at each other. Steve gazed specifically at Fury with a 'she's right' look. Fury all but rolled his eye and let out a big breath.

"Yes, alright, you have a point but I did what I could," he ultimately said, not that Seren appreciate it. It wasn't what she wanted to hear. I couldn't risk them taking SHIELD's highest agent."

"I could take care of myself," Seren muttered. "Obviously today I'm off my game for reasons beyond my control."

"But that's just it, Seren, I had no idea where to start," Fury said. "I didn't know who was part of the moles and who wasn't. Not even Atria could tell."

The mention of Seren's grandmother put the woman even more on edge. "Excuse me?"

Steve's eyes fell shut. This isn't getting any better...

"My grandmother knew about this?" Seren walked up to the foot of Fury's bed, eyes blazing with newfound anger. "She knew and she didn't say anything!?"

"She couldn't say anything if she didn't know anything, Seren," Fury said. "All she would have done is make you panic. If it's any consolation, she didn't know about this when she brought you on. It was until later and by that time, you were so deep in SHIELD that there wasn't any point."

"Oh, there would've been a point," Seren said. "Because if either of you had told me, maybe Chloe wouldn't be where she is now. With HYDRA."

"That's not on you, Seren," Natasha cut in. She thanked the medic for helping her out and slid off the bed to rejoin the group.

"Yes, it is! I brought Chloe straight to HYDRA! If I had known that there were moles, I would've done things very differently!" Seren's angry eyes were shining with tears. "But now she's out there, God knows where, and I need to find her!"

"We will find her," Steve assured her. He was finally able to claim one of her hands and held it tight. "We're going to find Chloe, we're going to find Bucky too, and this time we're going to make sure that HYDRA goes down."

"Winters was always a target but I never thought it would be like this, much less from who," Fury said. He shifted in his bed to sit up better. "My best guess was always the tech piece she absorbed."

"What could Hydra want with a Hivemind?" Natasha wondered. "Chloe was never able to fully understand them. Nor them to her."

Seren stiffened when she recalled Sitwell's words.

'Hydra lost one of the pieces years ago. The dormant piece can't be activated until they have the other.'

"There's two pieces..." She said with a heavy alarm. "Sitwell said Hydra lost the other piece years ago. The one that HYDRA has couldn't be activated without the other...and now they have Chloe..."

"Wait, wait, how would they activate that piece if Chloe's already absorbed the other one?" Sam asked. "She told me that SHIELD tried taking out her piece but it was impossible."

"It still is," Maria confirmed, having been present for many of those attempts.

"So if they can't take her piece out...then they're going to try to..." Seren gulped as dread filled her chest. "I need to find her!" She had only turned halfway when Fury called her to wait.

"We'll find her but we need to make a plan first," he said.

"With you?" Seren's sharp tongue wasn't something they heard very often. Then again, seeing Seren close to losing it wasn't a very common sight either. Today was an exception for many, many things. She now gazed at her former boss with ire in her eyes. "For what? You want me to work for you like the clueless puppet I've been all my life!? No!"

"Seren—"

"No!" Seren stopped Natasha in her tracks. "You always said that I needed a backbone and so here it is! Words cannot describe how awful I feel right now — how stupid I feel! I mean, how the hell could I have been so blind!? How could I have not seen it before!?" She looked at Fury again. "You just stood there and let all this happen! You couldn't trust SHIELD but what about the Avengers? What about the Initiative I worked my whole life for? The people you managed to get — you didn't think about telling us then!?"

"You were barely a team as it was," Fury reminded her of her own thoughts before. "Even Rogers was more than reluctant to join."

"But I was there!" Seren yelled. "I was always there, Fury! I saw the walls of SHIELD bases than my own home! But you let me keep working in the dark! You let me bring an innocent girl into this web and you let her stay in it! And now you want me to jump back into my role as naive Agent Soul? Ha, I don't think so!" She spun around and stormed out of the room.

For all the attention that Steve suddenly got when Seren left, he didn't really feel as awkward as the others. He gave a small shrug of his shoulders as he met Fury's gaze. "I would just be grateful she didn't go supernova..."

~ 0 ~

Chloe struggled every now and then with the agents behind her. Her wrists had been bound with special cuffs meant to negate her abilities. Apparently, while SHIELD had developed a special pair for Seren, HYDRA had been working alongside with the project on a similar model just for Chloe. Wasn't she just lucky...

"Where the hell are we going?" she demanded from the pair of agents. Of course, just like the last time she asked, nobody answered her. "Where did you take the others?"

No answer.

They pushed her into some building, a bank by the looks of it, where she found a much heavier load of agents waiting for her. As brave as she wanted to be, she couldn't deny her racing heart nor the fear that was growing inside her. She was outnumbered by the dozens. The thing about always being on the run is that she was not used to facing heavy numbers like this. Hell, she wasn't as skilled of a fighter as her friends, definitely not like Seren. She was a runner, Seren was a fighter.

Now here she was, facing the shadows that had been after her for so long. She had plenty of faces to match said shadows.

And she was afraid. She was alone and so very afraid.

She dug her heels in the floor, forcing the agents behind her to physically push her forwards. She, in turn, put all her efforts to slowing their pace. "I don't want to go anywhere with you!" she yelled. "I want to see my friends! I want to see Seren!"

"Why, so we can blow her brains out right along with yours?" She heard Rumlow's voice ahead of her. She stopped fighting against the agents as he approached her.

Disgust etched across Chloe's face as she looked at him. "You wish you could get that close to her. She'd wipe the floor with you. And that's if Steve didn't get to you first." She smirked for a brief moment before Rumlow made to smack her across the face. She instinctively flinched but for some reason, Rumlow didn't go through with it. "Where...where are the others?"

Rumlow's lip curled into a deep scowl.

Ifthey'redeadthentherewouldbenoanger—

Chloe squeezed her eyes shut and groaned with the sudden blast of words in her head.

Hadtheybeenkilledtherewouldbeatotalsatisfactiononhisface—

"Stop, stop, stop," she whimpered.

—buttherewillbeaguaranteed100—

"I said STOP!" she yelled.

Rumlow laughed, making her open her eyes to see the grin on his face. "I always knew you were damn crazy, Winters."

"Shut up," she muttered.

"She's not crazy, Rumlow. She's gifted." Alexander Pierce arrived on the scene with his own flock of agents behind him. He smiled towards Chloe like she wasn't being detained against her will. "She took a little longer to be ready but that's alright. HYDRA is nothing if not patient, especially with its greatest assets."

"I am not your asset," Chloe spat. "Where are my friends? You didn't kill them. He" — she nodded at Rumlow — "would've bragged about it already. But instead he scowled."

"Did you deduce that on your own?" asked Pierce, eyes already studying her in a way she absolutely hated. "Or was it them?" For her own safety she would stay quiet. "Tell me, do you know what they are? Where they're from? It must be magnificent to have an entire race in your head."

"Not as much as you would think," she said. "It gets loud."

"Well, it's all your fault, really. Nobody asked you to stick your nose where it didn't belong," Rumlow said with a sarcastic smile. "But you've always been annoying like that, haven't you?"

"And you've always been second best, right?" she countered with a smug smile. "And in case you're wondering, I deduced that on my own." Rumlow's face fell before she finished. He made a move against her when Pierce shut him down.

"Stand down." Pierce's word was law by the looks of it. Now it made sense to Chloe why she wasn't really hurt (beyond the emotional trauma). Pierce wanted her for something. "Your friends, as you say, escaped but it won't be a problem. We have powerful weapons, after all."

Chloe stiffened. Her eyes roamed the hallway. It was abandoned judging by the dirt accumulating on the walls. But it was dead quiet. Her eyes started glowing blue. Pierce watched with an almost fascination. Up until now he had only heard from their infiltrators in SHIELD what their Hivemind looked like inside Chloe Winters.

And suddenly, the glow in Chloe's eyes faded and she was back in the present. Her eyes flickered back to Pierce with the sense of new knowledge. "You have him here, don't you?" She asked what she already knew. "This whole time, the ghost you had following me was the supposedly late Sergeant Barnes."

"The Hivemind again?" Pierce's lips stretched into another clean smile.

"I was there when his mask fell...but yes, the Hivemind helps connect the dots. He's here right now. So what do you want from me?"

"They haven't told you, then?" Pierce seemed to take extra satisfaction learning her disadvantage. "Let's walk," he motioned to her.

She raised an eyebrow at him, hoping that every part of her body was screaming that she hated him. The agents behind her, however, shoved her forwards. She stumbled a few steps until she was able to reclaim her balance. She swallowed hard and raised her head to walk alongside Pierce.

"The piece that you absorbed when you were a kid, didn't you ever wonder why you couldn't fully connect to the Hivemind?"

Of course she had but in the beginning, she was just terrified that she had a piece of tech in her body in the first place. "What the hell was it doing there in the first place?"

"Ah, mission gone wrong," Pierce rolled her eyes. "Decommissioned the agents who failed there. The tech pieces were left behind from an old mission in the 60s. It took us forever to find them but imagine my reaction when only one piece made it to my hands?"

Chloe suddenly felt a tiny bit of pity for the agent in charge of that mission. "What did you want with them?"

"It was HYDRA's hope that we would learn how to wield the pieces correctly. We didn't know they were part of a Hivemind until we examined the piece we had."

"What did you think they were before?"

"Nobody knew except that they were alien," Pierce said. "And you'll understand that anything foreign can always be of value if wielded correctly. HYDRA takes anything it can and this wouldn't be an exception. So even when we only had one piece, we made it a priority to figure out what the tech could do. But unfortunately, we soon realized that we didn't have anything without the other piece." Pierce finally looked at Chloe, who gulped. "It was even more unfortunate when we learned where the piece had gotten to — into. A clueless girl that one of our own agents brought to S.H.I.E.L.D."

Chloe looked away. Seren. Seren had unknowingly brought her to the very organization that would try to kill her later on. "You wanted to kill me—you tried to kill me several times. What, did you expect to yank it out of my corpse?"

"Initially," Pierce said without a care of Chloe's horrified face. "But that was before we got all your test results. When SHIELD conducted its initial tests on you, HYDRA learned how the piece had fused to your body. It is now part of your body, meshed with your DNA. Even if we had killed you, we wouldn't have been able to salvage the piece you absorbed. We would've damned ourselves."

That's why they stopped trying to kill me, Chloe realized. They needed me alive. "But...but you started following me? What for? And trying to kidnap me?"

"If we could not take the piece back, we had to at least make sure we could harvest its power regardless of its whereabouts. But you turned out to be one smart cookie." Pierce stopped in front of a gated door. "Fury never shared the statuses of your missions. There were no reports of it either. You were hard to find, Miss Winters, and that is very impressive for someone on Hydra's list."

"I don't feel very honored," Chloe moved her arms a bit to remind them of the very special clamps on her wrists. "In fact, I feel more like a prisoner which" — she bobbed her head — "I'm sure is what Sergeant Barnes has probably felt this whole time too."

"The cuffs are merely precautions," Pierce said with a smug smile Chloe wished she could wipe off with her powers. "You need to understand first."

"Forgive me if I don't understand the people who have made my life miserable for the past 8 years! I lost my family because of you people! I couldn't go back home anymore! They think I ran away! I lost everything!"

"For a good cause, our cause," Pierce remained uncharacteristically calm despite the shouting in his face. "You're young, you don't understand what we're trying to do."

"My age doesn't define whether or not I understand good and bad. I am more than competent to decide what I want and let me tell you that being here is something I don't want. What I would want is to get the hell out of here and see my friends—scratch that," she nodded towards the gated door, "I would like to take that poor man with me and get the hell out of here!"

"You're here to serve us now," Pierce's voice took a more natural hard tone. That's the one Chloe thought would be more his style. "You don't say 'no' to HYDRA. I know your limits, Winters. We've studied them right alongside SHIELD, make no mistake of that."

Chloe's eyes flickered to the agents surrounding them. "Why am I here?" she asked. "What are you going to do with me?"

"Connect the pieces, what else?"

"No," she shifted her gaze to the gate. Her eyes took on a soft blue glow. "That's not why I'm here. You could've done that anywhere. I'm here for another reason."

Peace. He's under duress. They cannot control him.

She straightened herself up and looked directly at Rumlow. "Open the gate," she commanded, much to his shock.

He scoffed at her. "In case you forgot, you're not in charge."

She cocked her head at him. "Open. The. Gate."

Just as Rumlow's face twisted with anger, Pierce spoke up. "Open the gate, Rumlow. She understands now."

Rumlow's head snapped in his direction. "But she's not—"

"Open it," Pierce reiterated, tone cold as ice.

Rumlow's jaw clenched but he went around the pair to open the gate. A scientist was coming up to the other side when the gates opened up.

"He's erratic, sir," he fumbled with Pierce, especially when he saw Chloe. "I-I don't know…"

"She'll know what to do," Pierce said with such a certainty that brought more nerves to Chloe. She sure hoped she could figure out that 'what' part in the span of the walk there.

Eventually, she was led into a room that couldn't possibly be filled with more agents and scientists. For a split second, she got the gist of Seren's fear of doctors. All the prodding and the experiments they could do with nobody to stop them. Only in this case, the "subject" wasn't a Celessian but a human man.

Not completely human, don't kid yourself Chloe.

She stopped as soon as Piece did—this would be the only time she would fall in line with him—and looked ahead. All the pictures in the world wouldn't compare to the sight of Bucky Barnes today. He didn't look a thing like the museums portrayed him as. Steve would always say that Bucky had the sharpest of looks and a charming smile. Chloe often agreed with him when she saw the pictures but not today. Today, he looked like a man with a blank slate.

He seemed beyond exhausted in his chair. His eyes were low and detached. His bare shoulders rose every now and then with a visible breath but Chloe suspected that he was too tired for even that. His hair was long enough to almost reach his shoulders and it looked in dire need of care. Chloe's eyes lingered over his metal arm that rested idly on the arm rest. Whatever damage Natasha had done to it earlier was gone. But she still couldn't get past the ugly red that marked the connection between the metal and his flesh. She wondered if it hurt all the time...

"Has he been here the whole time? With Hydra?" she found herself asking as if she would be privy to any answers.

To her surprise, Pierce did give her a response. "His work has been a gift to mankind."

"He...he died," Chloe shook her head. "He's been dead since 1940 — you've had him since 1940!?" She was absolutely horrified at the idea of just how long Bucky had been (no doubt) tortured since then. "Decades..."

"He has a bit of a head-start than you, of course. But he'll be a great teacher. And you will make a good ally."

"A what—?"

"You can see the future!"

"I can't really—"

"You would help devise the Winter Soldier's plans and execute them. Together, you'd be unstoppable and thus make HYDRA invincible."

Chloe let out a humorless, loud laugh. "I will die before I become anything of HYDRA's!"

"Funny, that's what Barnes said in the beginning too. Least that's what the reports said."

Chloe swallowed very hard and whipped her head in Bucky's direction. He's a ghost of who he once was. It terrified her to think that she could end up like him. "N-no..." she took a step back and bumped into Rumlow. She turned and saw the other agents stepping towards her. They had surrounded her and blocked off the entrance.

"You are here to do a job, Winters," Pierce said. "One that you will do a lot in the future now. SHIELD kept a good record of that ability. Peacefulness."

Chloe sucked in a breath as the Hivemind started whispering in her head. The fight. It's left him troubled. Chloe glanced at Bucky again. He looked like he was in an endless struggle. "The fight...he's starting to remember, isn't he?"

"He can't remember what's not true," hissed Pierce.

Chloe's head snapped in his direction, looking rather indignant on Bucky's behalf. "You're joking right?" Now instead of fear, all she felt was anger. HYDRA was prepared to act like they didn't kidnap and brainwash a whole man for decades. If she had the power to give him even just a little piece of all those memories, then she had a duty to at least try. "I need my hands," she said firmly.

Pierce glanced at the agent holding the key and nodded at him to go ahead. Chloe was perfectly still as the agent stepped up to uncuff her.

"I'm sure the Hivemind will tell you that your chances of escaping here are very slim," Pierce warned when Chloe was free. "Rest assured if none of my agents catch you, he will," he gave a nod in Bucky's direction.

Chloe had no doubt about that. She took in a breath and stepped towards him. Her fingers danced on her sides the closer she got. "Sergeant," she decided to go with for the moment. She doubted he remembered his own name right now anyways.

"He hasn't been that in decades," Rumlow said.

"I don't think I asked for your opinion," she snapped and came to stand in front of Bucky, though leaving a cautious distance for the moment. "We met before at the attack on the bridge…"

At the mention of the bridge, Bucky's eyes finally lifted from the floor. Chloe held her breath for a moment. Even the shine of the blue eyes that Steve talked about were gone.

"The man on the bridge…" Bucky said, his voice gruff, "Who was he?" She would know. She was on their side. She was always on their side.

"Don't answer," warned Pierce on time because Chloe had been just about to do that.

"You send him to kill Steve and you don't even have the courage to tell him who he is?" She shouldn't be surprised. HYDRA were made up of cowards. "Maybe you're not as brave as you think."

"Agent Winters, you seem to think like you're in control but I assure you that you are not," Pierce's face hardened. "You figured out what you're here for, now do it."

Chloe turned away from them. She met Bucky's gaze and had a very limited time to think of what to do. It wasn't like she had options to begin with. "I'm Chloe." She said, maybe it would matter if someone gave him a name. After decades and missions like these, she doubted Bucky recognized any of the agents with a name. "I, um, I think we've already met...in a way. But, um, that fight on the bridge—"

"Agent Winters—"

"—left you very, uh...tired, right?" Chloe smiled nervously at Bucky. He, in turn, remained blank. "I can help you." It was harder to go on when all Bucky did was stare at her. He had to be calculating her moves. If only he knew that she had zero moves right now.

But in truth he was placing her. She was the mission that he didn't understand right-away. She was the mission that, in a way, allowed him to rest. There was never any fighting for her missions, never any kind of encounter with someone. He just watched from a distance and reported back.

Now she's been captured. He knew what that meant for her...what could come next.

"...run." His quiet whisper managed to elicit a sharp gasp from Chloe. It even startled the rest of the room. The Winter Soldier hardly ever spoke when he wasn't addressed.

Chloe's shock wore off as she realized what he tried to do for her. Her expression softened. "I can't," she replied to him. She smiled sadly at him. "I...I have to stay here. But if I have to stay here, then I at least want to help you. I, um...I have an ability that, um, well...it's known to ease the mind. I won't look through any of your memories. I only want to help calm you down. I just need to touch your temples." She gestured to her own temples with her glowing blue hands. "May I?"

"Why are you asking? Just do it already," one of the scientists told her.

Chloe's eyes flickered to them. There was no point in being incredulous bug she couldn't help it. "Just because you all chose to violate his body and his every thought, doesn't mean I'm doing the same!" With that, she shifted her gaze back on Bucky.

He hadn't moved, not even an inch, he only stared. At the very least he could be trying to figure her out, which was a fair thing to do. She was a bit too bright for his usual interactions. As much as he thought, he couldn't understand what her purpose was. Everyone around him had a purpose, whether it was to fix him or give him orders, but everyone had a purpose. It all typically came down to make him more efficient.

"You have the Hive Mind..." He remembered, and watched her face pale. Was her Hive Mind like his metal arm? Her "advantage"?

Chloe wasn't surprised that he knew that. "I do," she nodded, "But I only want to help you. I know a thing or two about having your mind violated. And it's also because of these people."

Bucky's eyes flickered to the others. Chloe took that as a win. He was listening. She reached for his temples only for him to seize her wrists. She flinched then heard the shifts of the weapons behind her taking aim on Bucky.

"Stop!" she told them. She tried not to budge as much under Bucky's tight grip. He was rightfully suspicious of her. She doubted nobody before her had ever used a "good guy" tactic on him. His eyes frantically searched hers for any sign, a clue, of what she would really do to him if he allowed her to touch him. "If you don't want it, I won't do it," she eventually said to him.

For a second, he lost his grip on her. It was evident that he'd been expecting anything but that. He turned his head towards the others; the weapons were still on him.

Chloe followed his gaze. "Lower them," she ordered. "You want me to do this, then lower the weapons. Otherwise you'll have one dead Hivemind and bye-bye evil plans."

With that logic, it was only time before the weapons were gone.

It was almost bemusing to see the shock on Bucky's face when it happened. Chloe smiled slightly at him. "Can I?" She gestured her wrists still bound by his hands.

The shock wasn't enough to cover his expression when she asked for his permission. Because of that, Bucky gave a slim nod of his head. Now he was curious and that was a novelty. He hadn't been curious about anything in...he didn't know how much time had passed.

Chloe's smile widened with his nod. She just wished her hands wouldn't shake so much. You are way out of your element here. No matter. She had to push through.

Bucky was still as a statue when her hands reached him. As much as he despised foreign hands on him — he learned to hate it once he got the gist of what typically happened whenever somebody touched him — he still didn't move. He did note, though, how unusually soft her fingers were. And gentle. That was entirely distinctive from the others.

She looked at him with a light that nobody else possessed. It made him curious again — and the novelty came again — about what she would have to do for Hydra. It also made him feel sorry for what was to come because no matter what was coming, it wouldn't be good.

"Just think," Chloe whispered to him. She was very slow when it came to pressing her forehead against his, closing her eyes. Usually, she didn't do this step but given the amount of years Bucky had, she needed to go big. She often did it with Steve as well and he had that gap of 70 years in the dark. She was grateful that Bucky didn't immediately shove her away. She could feel his nervous breath and definitely felt the subtle moment in which he flinched at the closer connection. She just hoped that she could keep his trust going. "The uneasiness, the questions, think about that and feel the ease that I'll send through."

Bucky had not closed his eyes, wanting to be alert as much as possible, though it really didn't seem like Chloe was going to try anything. She seemed very different from everyone else — she was. All the scientists around him were always rough and brief with him. Yes, he was enhanced to withstand 'rough' but it didn't mean he liked it. Chloe was very far from that. Her fingers were so soft pressed against his skin. She smelled so nice too. And the best part? She genuinely wanted to help.

Chloe focused all her power on Bucky. Never had she tried so hard to make it work. While Bucky had no idea what was supposed to be happening, he felt it. It was strange. His mind, as fuzzy and conflicted as it was, started to shift. Every thought, no matter what it was, was dissolving to allow this wave of serenity to wash over him. How could this woman be producing that level of calmness? As much as he had planned to stay alert, his eyes fell shut. For the first time since he could remember, everything dark around him slipped away. He knew nothing but sweet bliss and calmness.

And it was in that sweet bubble that he saw flashes. They were quick, disappearing almost as soon as they showed up, and very fragmented. Voices filled his ears, unknown but at the same time very familiar. And then he saw him. The man from the bridge. He was smaller, but the same face. They were an old street—

"That's enough," came Pierce's order.

Chloe's fingers pulled away from Bucky's temples and she pulled back. She met his gaze sheepishly. "I hope it helped you," she said honestly. He seemed surprised, and a bit troubled again. Maybe she hadn't helped him...

Bucky looked at her with wide eyes. "The man on the bridge...I knew him. You...you showed him..."

"I didn't..." Chloe said nervously, glancing back at Pierce. The last thing she needed was for him to think she was showing Bucky images of his past life. "I can't — I can't actually do that..."

Bucky was sure of what he saw. "He was there. And..." The voices he heard now began to sound a lot like the man too. "Who was he?"

"You met him earlier this week on another assignment," Pierce answered him.

Chloe looked back at him, her eyebrows knitting together with incredulity. "You can't just wash this over, you know. He will figure it out."

"It's been seventy years, Winters."

"So this is the first time they met again and look at what's already happened?" Chloe gestured towards Bucky. He was clearly trying his best to remember. "As much as you can brainwash with your high tech, the brain is a complicated thing. It's surprising."

"I knew him," Bucky said, inadvertently proving her point.

Chloe very quickly confirmed it. "You did!" After that, she had agents coming to retrieve her. She thrashed and yelled at them to leave her alone.

Bucky watched her with new curiosity—it was almost becoming familiar to him in a way. Being curious. Despite her loud yells, she seemed confident about what she was saying. He did know that man.

Pierce walked up to him while Chloe was forced to stay a good distance back. "Your work has been a gift to mankind. You shaped the century, and I need you to do it one more time. Society is at a tipping point between order and chaos. Tomorrow morning we're gonna give it a push. But, if you don't do your part, I can't do mine, and HYDRA can't give the world the freedom it deserves."

"What!?" Chloe's face scrunched. She knew that it was in her best interest not to speak but when had she ever been prudent about anything? "What kind of bullshit is that—"

"ENOUGH!" Rumlow pulled out his gun and pressed it against her temple. "I swear to God, Winters, say one more thing!" Chloe naturally recoiled from the cool metal on her skin, but being restrained didn't help get very far. "You don't have to die but we can sure as hell find a way to shut you up."

The natural fear in her whimper brought Bucky to make his conclusion that she was most certainly not like the others around him. If that was the truth then she had no reason to lie. She said that he did know the man on the bridge.

Pierce cleared his throat to remind him that he was still waiting for a response. Bucky's eyes left Chloe to meet the man's. "But I knew him," he insisted. He hadn't been certain about anything in a while, but now he was. "I did."

Pierce shook his head. "Winters, your little act is going to cost you."

Chloe made a face. "But I didn't—!"

"Prep him," he ordered the scientists.

"He's been out of cryo-freeze too long," one of them said.

"Then wipe him and start over!"

Chloe watched the people around them hurriedly move to do whatever Pierce instructed them to do. "What...what are they going to do?" She could see that whatever it was, Bucky was no stranger to it. He seemed ready for it but with a deep, and genuine, fear. She got the idea why when clamps shut around his arms. "Woah, woah, woah, wait!" She pushed herself towards them, forcing the agents around her to hold her back. "Leave him alone! It's my fault! I did it — leave him alone!" Her eyes started glowing a radiant blue, causing the agents to scramble to cuff her again.

Pierce was out of patience. "Implant the other piece," he commanded.

"What!? No!" Chloe's eyes widened with horror. "N-n-n-n-no!" The agents started pulling her away and as much as she fought, she couldn't stop them. "NO! NO! PLEASE DON'T! NO! NO!"

Bucky heard her screaming as she was dragged out of the room. It triggered a few more memories of himself in very similar situations. Endless screams just before the torture began. It was his last thought before his hell started all over again.

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HYDRA didn’t die out when it failed to take down S.H.I.E.L.D. during the time of the Winter Soldier. Now, top enemy agent Y/N L/N has been sent to finish the job by killing Steve Rogers. When she’s captured by S.H.I.E.L.D., she doesn’t know what to expect, but it certainly doesn’t involve Captain America himself trying to win her over.

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Completed Series

Chapter One: We All Make Mistakes

Chapter Two: How Much Do You Know?

Chapter Three: Pass the Test

Chapter Four: To The Uninitiated

Chapter Five: I'd Bare My Heart

Chapter Six: Leaving is Only for the Faint of Heart

Chapter Seven: Homecoming

Chapter Eight: The Turning of the Tables

Chapter Nine: In My Sights

Chapter Ten: To Be Yourself Someday

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Hi I was wondering if I could ask for a request where Steve and Bucky are at the park thinking back to the past in the 40s when the both of them and the reader all three of them where best friends and happy and just overall a chaotic trio and they get sad realizing that you are gone and will never get to grow older together like you once talked about before, but just then a Women accident bumps into Steve because she got distracted and when they both turn to look they see a perfect reincarnation of the reader but the reader smiles and apologizes for bumping into Steve and continues with her morning run while the both of them just can’t comprehend if that women was truly the reader or not. I understand if you can’t do this request but I would really appreciate and love it if you did do this idea thank you so much!!! 🥰

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I took some inspiration from Great War by Taylor Swift

Not overly happy with this yet but I loved the idea so much I just had to post!

Italics are flashbacks of the past.

Part 2

The park was beautiful in the crest of springtime. The famed pink cherry blossoms that lined the walkway towards the Washington Monument carried with it the saccharine scent of spring. The cool morning air that blew around them ruffled through Steve’s hair, turning the sweat that dotted his bare arm and forehead cold. He could hear Bucky panting alongside him, their legs a blur of black pants and shoes as they whizzed past the other joggers who were watching them in keen interest. Sam had been left in the dust, dripping sweat and perhaps little tears as Steve and Bucky ran ahead of him.

“Race you to the—“

Bucky didn’t even need to finish his sentence before Steve pumped up his shoes and ran even faster than he did before. He heard Bucky swear silently before the quick pats of his feet against the pavement quickened in tempo. Laughter bubbled from Steve’s chest as he heard Bucky struggling to keep up.

“Guess your metal arm can’t help you now,” Steve taunted, his voice loud enough that he was sure Bucky heard him.

Bucky had previously claimed that his metal arm made him infinitely better than Steve for the sole fact that it was made out of vibranium, making him “stronger” than Steve, which Steve simply disagreed with.

“You really making fun of an amputee?” Bucky said in between pants. Steve cast a glance a little behind him, greeted with the sight of Bucky’s ruddy face as he struggled to keep up. Despite the Supersoldier serum that ran through Bucky’s veins, Steve was suddenly reminded of how much different Erskine’s serum was to Zola’s.  He’d had perfection pumped into his veins while Bucky had a mere shadow of it injected into his body.

“I’m not making fun of an amputee. I’m making fun of you!” Steve increased the tempo of his feet, running even faster and leaving Bucky behind in the dust.

He didn’t even feel winded as he arrived to the end of the pathway, watching as Bucky’s scowl deepened.

“Son of a bitch,” Bucky swore as he struggled for breath. “Whatever happened to no man left behind?”

“I abandoned that idea when we left Sam behind ” Steve could make out Sam’s struggling form far off in the distance. It would take a good 20 minutes before the man could cover the distance that yawned before them. “Think we should get him?”

Bucky followed Steve’s gaze, narrowing his blue eyes before a teasing smile stretched his lips. “Nah. I could use a couple of minutes to rest.”

Steve chuckled as he sat down on one of the park benches, patiently waiting for Sam to catch up with them. Seeing Sam in 20 minutes now seemed like an impossibility as he watched Sam pause, doubling over in exhaustion. He looked prone to collapsing and Steve briefly wondered if he should go get him but stopped as he watched Sam straighten up and continue his slow pace jogging towards them. Sam was nothing if not determined and though he hated being left behind, he’d hate being helped even more.

“You know, he’s gonna be in a really bad mood when he gets here,” Steve remarked when Bucky took the seat beside him.

“That’s what I’m banking on, Steve,” Bucky’s grin was wide and infectious. “I can’t wait to see him get all puffy when he gets here.”

“Kinda reminds me of Y/N,” Steve said tearing his gaze from Sam’s tiny figure and turning his attention to Bucky. “She use to always get so mad whenever we left her behind.”

Bucky glanced at him, a wistful look dancing in his eyes. “Do you remember that time she got so pissed off when I enlisted?”

Steve chuckled. “Definitely. She was so relieved that I couldn’t then Erskine recruited me and she went and got so angry, I thought she was never going to speak to me again.”

“She got so mad she joined the Red Cross then joined the SSR,” Bucky grinned at the memory. “We were both so surprised when she popped up in London, do you remember that?”

Steve grinned at the memory that resurfaced in his head. “How could I possibly forget?” 

“You two really think you’d seen the last of me?”

Steve spun around at the sound of the woman’s voice, his eyes growing wide at the sight of her. Y/N looked as beautiful as Steve remembered. Her hair was curled and pinned up in perfection, her lips painted a ruby red. She was wearing an elegant blue dress that showed off the roving curves of her body, her feet clad in simple black heels.

“Y/N?” Bucky’s eyes were wide in wonder and surprise. The last time Steve saw Y/N had been in New York, back home in Brooklyn. She had been crying when Steve told her that he was leaving to fight in the war. 

The busy London bar and its loud patrons seemed to melt away at the sight of her. Steve had missed Y/N, the last person to complete the mischievous trio that was their group. Strange how the people around them could continue on their conversations when Steve’s world had been rocked on its feet.

“The very same.” Y/N grinned before her gaze narrowed at Steve’s body, eyes roving up and down his suddenly tall figure. “Though, I’m not sure my friends are the same. Did you eat the Steve Rogers I know?”

Steve hadn’t even hesitated. His arms instantly found themselves around Y/N’s waist, lifting her up in an embrace that she reciprocated with a laugh. 

“Yup. You’re definitely Steven Grant Rogers. You still give the best hugs,” Y/N said as Steve set her down to her feet. 

“I can’t believe you’re here!” Bucky went in for his own hug, Y/N’s arms wrapping around Bucky’s torso. “How?”

“Well, I couldn’t sign up to be soldier,” Y/N said pulling away and she making her way to the bar and sitting down on the stool that Steve had once occupied, “so I went and became a nurse for the Red Cross. I’d heard rumors that my two best friends were fighting for the SSR and so I sent in a transfer to your unit. I received news last week that I’d been approved and I just arrived today.” 

“Who approved your transfer?” Bucky said, a permanent tone of wonderment etched on his voice. He took the seat next to Y/N while Steve took the other. 

“Some guy called Colonel Philips?”

Steve raised a dubious brow. “Philips approved your transfer?”

“I’ve been hired to keep you in line. Philips thought our personal connection would help me keep you honest. Apparently, you’ve been keeping the old man on his toes.” Y/N’s smirk widened. “My official title is Captain America’s babysitter. Has a ring to it, don’t you think?”

“You? Our babysitter? We’re likely to get into even more trouble with you around,” Bucky snorted.

Y/N’s eyes shimmered in mischief. “Good thing he doesn’t know that.”

Steve sighed at the memory. Bucky had been right. With Y/N around, they did get into more trouble. Initially, she kept Philips distracted long enough for the Howling Commandos to sneak into missions without Philips noticing. Then, she quickly became popular around the SSR headquarters, instantly befriending Peggy Carter. As the Howling Commandos tore their way through the Nazi forces, Y/N found ways to keep up morale, so much so that she began to gain notoriety amongst the Nazis. With Y/N continuously mocking Hitler on the radio and belittling and condemning the actions of HYDRA, she became public enemy number one after Steve.

She was often found beside Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes when they weren’t on missions and she worked to ensure that the Commando’s war efforts were publicly recognized. Without Y/N, most of the Howling Commando’s efforts would have gone unnoticed. Even Colonel Philips had to begrudgingly agree that Y/N was a useful asset to the team. 

“Remember when Johann Schmidt declared her a public enemy of the state?” Steve grinned as another memory resurfaced. 

“She loved it so much,” Bucky said with a slight chuckle. “She paraded that title around like she’d been crowned queen. She never cared that it was dangerous.”

“She knew how to handle herself in a fight. She use to be the only person who could beat in the boxing ring. She use to run circles around you. I’m half convinced the war would have ended earlier if she’d been allowed to become a soldier.”

“Well, it wasn’t for a lack of trying. Remember when she stole an airplane from Stark and crashed into a small HYDRA base?”

Steve’s face lit up at the memory. “I almost forgot about that! She came home covered in scrapes and bruises and splinters from when her parachute had her landing in the woods but the grin on her face made it seem like none of it hurt.”

“Oh, it hurt alright,” Bucky snorted. “She cried about it at night when she couldn’t sleep properly.”

Steve grinned. He remembered that too. Y/N was tough but she had the worst habit of letting the little things get to her. She could have easily brushed off being shot at or being threatened with a knife but the moment a minor inconvenience happens to her, it was as if a meteor was about to strike earth and end her entire world. 

“God, I miss her,” Steve said, his smile turning a little sad.

“Me too.” Bucky said solemnly. 

“I’d never seen her cry as much as she did when you fell off the train,” Steve recalled, his eyes turned haunting. “It was like a piece of her died with you.”

Y/N’s sobs were chased through his memory, her wail of pain unlike anything he’d ever heard before.

“STEVE, BRING HIM BACK! BRING HIM BACK!” Steve could feel her fists beat against his chest, pushing him towards the door. “BRING BUCKY BACK.”

“I’m sorry.” It was the only thing he could think to say. He could feel his own heart break, a fissure erupting a violent stream of hurt. “I’m sorry.” 

He knew Y/N’s pain. He understood how she felt. He felt the same pain and anger lace through him, turning his veins into ice. 

He knew she wasn’t angry at him. She was angry at the whole world. At this war for taking away their best friend, at the Nazis for their role in killing him. He knew she was angry at herself for not doing enough to try and save Bucky, even though there was nothing she could do. He knew all these things because he felt the same way.

Despite the violence that rage through Y/N, Steve simply wrapped his arms around her, tucking his head below his chin as she wailed. He closed his eyes against the sound of her sobs, committing it to memory. 

He made a vow to himself right then and there, silently promising that he would do everything in his power to ensure that Y/N would never feel this way again.

“Bring Bucky back! Steve, bring him back.”

“I wish I could.” Even to his own ears he sounded miserable. 

He could feel the fight begin to leave her body, her body giving away to tremors filled with rage. “I don’t know how to live in a world without him. Steve, please. Bring him back.”

“Was she around when you hit the ice?” Bucky’s words sucked him out of the memory.

Steve nodded. “Yeah. Her voice was the last voice I heard before everything went black.”

“Steve?”

Y/N’s voice crackled as it came through the comms. 

“Steve, are you there?” 

Steve ignored the furious beating of his heart as he spoke. “Yes. I’m here.”

“Steve, don’t die,” Y/N said, her voice breaking. “You’re not allowed to die, you understand? I don’t know how to live in a world without you in it.”

Steve felt a soft, sad smile pull at his lips. The overwhelming sense of despair that crashed against him choked the very breath that left his body. There were no words he could say, no action he could do to make her feel better. He was going to die. At this point, it was inevitable. In truth, he didn’t think he would ever be able to survive the war. Not after he lost Bucky. He knew that his life would end when this war ended.

But it didn’t stop him from imagining a life with Y/N. The love he felt for her had always found a way to cast a fog over his realism. For a while, he allowed himself to hope. To grab that kernel of light and optimism and whisper to it his final dreams for his life.

In that breathless moment, he imagined what his life would be like after this war, what it would be like if he’d lived. A life with Y/N was a faraway dream and all he wanted was to stay asleep. 

But he knew it would never be. She didn’t even know how he felt and though had  plans to ask her out if he’d  lived after the war was over, now seemed like the a good time as any. “Y/N, I never got to tell you—“

“I know.” Y/N’s voice crackled once again. He could hear the pain in her words, the what ifs and what could have beens. He could almost imagine the tears that streamed down her face as she spoke. “I’ve known for a really long time and I love you too.”

Steve felt the his heart break clean into two. She loved him?

Steve felt anger and frustration rush through him.  

It wasn’t fair. None of it was fair.

The girl he’d loved nearly all his life told him she loved him and yet here he was, on his way to greet death.

No one ever said war was fair but no one ever told him it could be this cruel.

“How long have you known?” 

“Ever since we were kids,” she said with a sad little laugh. For a moment, Steve imagined that they were sitting in a diner as they talked and that they had all the time in the world  rather than just a few  minutes.  “I loved you ever since we were kids. I was just waiting for you to make a move and you never did.”

“I never thought a girl like you would ever want to go out with a guy like me.”

Steve could almost imagine the frown on Y/N’s face, at her brows pulling together, forming the little wrinkles Steve loved. “A guy like you? Thoughtful? Kind? Honest?”

“A guy you’d step on and squish. I thought I’d wait until after the war to ask you out.”

“Steven Grant Rogers, I’ve loved you since I was eight. I loved you before you were Captain America and I will love you after. The only thing I don’t love about you is your terrible timing.”

Steve ignored the tear that feel from his eye. Here was the girl of his dreams confessing to him that she’d loved him for as long as they knew each other. He deserved a kick on the ass for being a coward. For being the stupid bastard who didn’t let himself love her as freely as she deserved. Now all he got was a few minutes rather than the years they deserved.

“Tell you what,” Steve said, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed down the lump on his throat. “Why don’t we go on a date? You and me. After all of this is over, we eat dinner at Frankie’s and see where to go from there.” 

There was a beat of silence before Y/N spoke again. “So long as you promise to be there.”

“I’ll be there. 7:30 sharp.”

Another beat of silence. “I’ll wear that green dress you like you so much. Just promise you’ll be there.” Y/N’s voice cracked into a sob and Steve was sure something in him cracked along with it. 

He knew Y/N. He knew that there were no two people she loved more on this earth than him and Bucky. Losing Bucky broke something in Y/N, something Steve knew would take him years to fix. Steve’s death would break something in her that could never be fixed.

Steve could see that he was nearing to the glacier now, nearing the spot that Peggy had told him would cause minimal damage. 

He hated this. Hated that time seemed to melt from his fingers like snow. He’d had a whole plan about his life. Return home with Bucky and Y/N by his side, and finally ask Y/N out. He’d marry her, have children with her, have Bucky be their children’s godfather, grow old with her. 

And now all that seemed to melt away from him.

“As long as you promise to try and move on.”

He heard the sob that racked through her, heard the tremble in her voice as she spoke. “Steve, I can’t do that.”

“You have to,” Steve’s voice was strong, betraying none of the misery he felt as he began the plane’s slow descent towards the freezing waters. “Promise me that, Y/N. Promise me that you’ll move on. Because, I love you, Y/N. I’ve loved you a long time. I want you to live your best life and you can’t do that if you’re holding on to the past.”

“Okay,” Y/N said, her voice low in a fervent whisper that sounded an awful lot like a prayer. “I promise I’ll move on. But I also vow to be yours after this stupid war is over. I’ll be yours forever if you survive.”

“I vow I’ll always be yours, Y/N,” Steve said. He knew in his heart that his words were true. With death’s hand on his shoulders, he will always be Y/N’s.

“Steve, I love—“

And his plan plunged to the cold depths of the ocean.

“The first thing I did after I woke up from the ice was look for her,” Steve said as the memory melted away. 

“I know,” Bucky said as he placed a comforting hand on Steve’s shoulder. “You told me you found her but I didn’t want to know what happened to her. I think I’m ready now.”

“She died (your age) years ago,” Steve said with a heavy sigh. “She got sick. Cancer apparently. She was in remission for a while until she relapsed. She fought til the end until her body gave out.”

Bucky seemed to pause, holding in a breath as he processed the information. “Who buried her?”

At that, a smile pulled at Steve’s lips. “After I died, she helped establish SHIELD with Peggy and Howard. She never married but she had children and grandchildren. They buried her next to our graves back home in Brooklyn.”

“Of course she wouldn’t marry,” Bucky said with an almost satisfied smirk. “I don’t think any man was ever good enough for her except for us. I could only imagine the scandal of her having kids without a husband.”

“That’s probably why she did it. Scandalizing people, especially the old coots back home, was her favorite past time.” This time, the smile that stretched Steve’s lips were wide, all nostalgia and joy.

“I think I’d like to visit her. You think you can show me where she’s buried?”

Steve nodded. “I visited her a couple of times. Let me tell you this though, seeing a gravestone with your name on it is weird.”

Bucky’s laugh rang around the open park. “I can imagine.”

Steve could hear Sam’s quick panting as he neared the bench. Sweat dripped down his face towards his grey sweater, his face puffy and his eyes wide, almost in delirium.

“I can’t believe you both left me!” Sam said as he pointed an accusatory finger at them before bracing himself against his knees and releasing a pained wheeze. “On your left my ass! You were at my front!”

“Not our fault you’re slow,” Bucky said with a challenging smirk.

“I will beat your ass up.” Sam said gravely, fixing a shrewd glare in Bucky’s direction.

“You can’t even stand up.”

“I will beat your ass up as soon as I can stand up.” Sam said, his words sandwiched between even more panting.

Steve shook his head at his arguing friends before he stood up. “Here. Take my seat.”

Sam took the seat, settling down on the stone bench in a tired slump. “Jesus, I don’t think I can move after this.”

“Great. Steve, let’s go,” Bucky said teasingly as he stood up.

“Bucky,” Steve said with a disappointed tsk and shake of his head.

Suddenly, Steve felt his body jolt as something, or rather, someone, hit his back.

“Shit, I am so sorry,” the woman said, causing Steve’s back to stiffen.

That voice. He’d recognize that voice anywhere.

He spun around in surprise, watching the woman as she straightened up. 

And there she was.

The bustling of the park, Sam’s heavy breathing, even the shock in Bucky’s face as he looked at the woman, all faded in the background. His focus zeroed in on the woman’s face.

Everything about her was the same. The same innocent smile tinged with mischief; the same beautiful E/C eyes that crinkled as she smiled; the same nose. Even the way she moved was the same. The way she ran her hand through her face in embarrassment, the way she bit her lips until they turned pink, the way her face flushed in embarrassment. Her H/C was pulled back in a ponytail, the usual skirts and dresses Steve remembered she always wore was replaced by black leggings and a tight red tank top but it was still her. It was as if an angel thumbed through his memories and pulled forth the very figure of his hopes and dreams.

The only thing missing was the gleam of familiarity in Y/N’s eyes. 

“I am so sorry,” the woman said, her cheeks tinging red in embarrassment.  “Trust me of all people to bump into Captain America.”

Despite his disbelief, Steve’s brows pulled together, forming into a look of hope. “You know who I am?”

“Of course I do,” she chirped happily. “You’re Steve Rogers. Mr. Captain America. And you—“ she pointed to Bucky, who was looking at her as she was his very salvation. “—are Bucky Barnes, the Winter Solider. Or, at least you were the Winter Soldier. And you—“ she pointed at Sam, who was glancing at her face back to Steve’s face back to Bucky’s face and back again to Y/N’s face “—are the Falcon.”

Realization seemed to dawn in Sam’s features as he continued to study the woman’s face. Ever the loyal friend, Sam reached a hand forward as he stood up, his previous feeling of exhaustion replaced by a polite smile as if he realized that his friends couldn’t fathom much less understand what  was going on. “Call me Sam. Pleasure to meet you, miss.”

“Y/N,” the woman said brightly, oblivious to the whoosh of breath that was knocked out from Steve’s chest. She reached for Sam’s hand, giving him a firm handshake.

Steve felt like a bucket of ice water fell on his head as he gazed at Y/N. He couldn’t seem to shake off the feeling of shock and judging by the way Bucky was staring at Y/N intently, he couldn’t either.

“You run here often?” Sam asked politely, ignoring Bucky’s look of wonder and Steve’s gaping mouth.

“First time actually. I only just moved here from Brooklyn. I didn’t know the Avengers ran here often.”

“Not the Avengers. Just us three. Occasionally, Natasha joins us,” Sam said by way of conversation as he subtly glanced at Bucky and Steve, who still haven’t said anything.

Y/N nodded politely. Politely. The Y/N he knew was only ever polite when she was around strangers. She was being polite because she didn’t know who she was, what she meant to Bucky and Steve. To her, they were Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers, war heroes and the Avengers. They weren’t Bucky and Steve, her best friends in the whole wide world.

Her eyes darted around nervously as she pursed her lips. She sent another apologetic smile towards Steve’s  direction. “Sorry again, Mr. Rogers. I didn’t meant to bump into you. I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

‘Mr. Rogers’ spurred Steve into movement, words finally finding him. “It was no problem. Please, it’s Steve. Mr. Rogers makes me feel old.”

The same old mischievous grin Steve was used to seeing on Y/N’s face appeared. “Well, you are about a hundred or so years old.”

“I’m sprightly for a hundred years or so, I think,” Steve said with a smile, betraying none of the wonder that echoed in his thoughts.

“You both are,” Y/N said as she glanced at Bucky, giving him a sweet smile. “I should get going. I have a couple rounds left before I reach my goal for the day. It was nice meeting you all.”

“You too,” Bucky blurted out, as if realizing that he hadn’t spoken at all since he first laid eyes on Y/N.

Y/N sent him another sweet smile before she jogged away.

As soon as she was out of earshot, Steve turned to his friends.

“She looked just like Y/N. It can’t be a coincidence that they have the same name.” Sam said as he watched Y/N’s retreating figure. He’d only seen pictures of Y/N from old photographers of when the trio was still in the SSR but Sam’s always been sharp and good at faces. He would have recognized Y/N even without Bucky and Steve there.

“It was her. I know it’s her.” Bucky said, resolution and determination shining in his eyes. “I don’t know how or why but I know it’s her.”

Sam frowned. “Bucky, she died years ago.”

“It was her,” Steve said, breaking apart whatever brewing argument was inevitably going to start between his friends. “I know it doesn’t make sense but it was her. I’d recognize her with my eyes closed and I know deep in my bones, it’s the same Y/N that Bucky and I grew up with. That’s Y/N.”

Hope blossomed in Steve’s chest, a warm fire that rivaled the heat of the recently risen sun on the horizon. There was no doubt in his mind that the woman he just met was Y/N. He didn’t know how something so impossible has been made possible and in truth, he couldn’t bring himself to care. Even if she couldn’t remember who she was, who Bucky was, who Steve was, he was determined to remind her.

There was the love of his life. His timing had failed him before and he wasn’t about to let that happen again.

He didn’t even realize he’d been running until Y/N’s retreating figure loomed before him, Sam and Bucky yelling out his name in vain.

“Y/N, wait!”

She turned, surprised flitting to her face before confusion settled in. She stopped running, letting Steve catch up to her. 

“I hope you’re not here to tell me you plan on charging me for assault because I swear, when I bumped into you, it was an accident.” Y/N said, still clearly confused but nevertheless letting her naturally teasing nature show.

“I don’t mean to be too forward but I actually wanted to ask you out on a date,” Steve blurted out, the fast beating of his heart from his short run picking up in tempo as nervousness took over.

She startled. “You want to go on a date with me?”

“Yes.”

She seemed to consider it for a moment before she slowly nodded, a small smile gracing her lips. It lit up her whole face, reminding Steve of memories he’d long since buried. “Alright. Okay, yeah. I’ll go on a date with you. I’m pretty sure an Avenger wouldn’t actively try to kill me.”

He laughed, his laughter as warm as the hope that blossomed in his chest. 

Maybe it was magic or an evil plot. His optimism would want him to believe that Y/N was a miracle though. Maybe a gift from God for all of his good deeds. Whatever it was, Steve was going to do it right this time, shitty timing be damned.

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Second Chances (Steve Rogers | MCU)

Summary — Steve comes back to make up for a kiss that wasn’t up to his usual standards.

Warnings & Other Tags ➳ Kissing; Steve has the beard!

Notes ➳ ‘Can’t Stop the Love’ Event (6/14) ➳ Word Count is 700.  ➳ Reader is gender neutral (they/them). ➳ “I know I’ve kissed you before, but I didn’t do it right. Can I try again?”

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Steve tugged you closer to him, rubbing his hand up and down your arm as you shivered. A cool breeze chilled you to the bone and you couldn’t stop yourself from shoving yourself into his side. Thankfully, he didn’t seem to mind. 

“I told you to wear a jacket,” he chuckled. “I don’t know why you didn’t listen. Now look at you!”

“I know,” you groaned. “Do you really need to rub it in?” 

He laughed again. He took a step back upon arriving at your front door, allowing you to shove the key into the lock and open your home with a click!

“So, if I tell you to bring a jacket on our next date, are you gonna listen?”

You couldn’t prevent a small smile from spreading across your face, “Who said you were getting another date?” 

The smile on his lips fell in an instant. Steve examined you with a surprised expression, clearly not expecting such a response. He let out a sigh of relief when you finally winked at him with a grin. 

“Never do that again,” he said, stepping closer as he shoved his hands into his pockets. “I thought you were serious.” 

“What if I am?” you joked, smiling softly as he slowly closed in on you.

“Then I’d be upset that I didn’t get to do this.”

Before you could ask what he meant, Steve had pressed his lips against yours. With his sudden movements, however, he accidentally shoved you into the door knob.

You winced at the feeling, back arching as a sharp pain traveled along your spine. You gripped Steve’s shoulders. He quickly pulled away and furrowed his eyebrows in concern.

“I’m so sorry!” he grimaced. “You okay?” 

“Yeah,” you huffed, trying not to roll your eyes. “I’m fine.” 

Steve shifted nervously at your tone. His hands returned to his side as he watched you slowly step inside your home. He cleared his throat, and asked, “How’s next Saturday night sound? There’s this really cool sushi place we could—?”

“Sure, whatever.” you replied, not noticing how he winced at your dismissive wave. “Night, Steve.” 

“Good—”

SLAM!

“—night.”

He stared at the closed door for a moment. His hands reached up to run over his face as he tilted his head back with a loud, frustrated groan. He rolled his eyes at his pathetic excuse of a kiss. 

If it were anyone else, he would have just gone home and forgotten about the whole thing, but not this time. Even though all the other dates he had been on in recent months hadn’t panned out to anything serious, he could tell that you were going to be different. Or, at least, he wanted you to be different. 

He really liked you. And he wasn’t going to let one bad kiss ruin even the slightest chance of a relationship between the two of you. 

His knuckles tapped on the door before Steve could stop them. He watched as you appeared once more. A confused expression had overtaken your features.

“Steve?”

He looked back at you with an unsure grin. You couldn’t help being amused as he seemed to have an internal conversation with himself. He’d try to speak before shaking his head.

“I know I just kissed you,” he sighed, finally finding the courage to express himself, “but I didn’t do it right.”

You pursed your lips and turned your attention to your shoes. All your efforts were being used to hide the smile that was slowly growing on your face.

Steve took a deep breath before moving a step closer. His chest was almost flush against your own as he tried to meet your gaze. With a whisper, he asked, “Can I try again?”

Your eyes slowly met his. Steve’s hand reached out to stroke your arm, drawing you even closer than you already were.

“I’ve always believed in second chances,” you muttered, “but only if you can make it worth my while.” 

You smiled as a red tint slowly overwhelmed Steve’s neck, cheeks, and ears. He huffed with a wide, embarrassed grin. His eyes flickered between your sharp eyes and enticing lips before he whispered, “I think I can do that.”

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