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nicoline1998enilocin · 1 month

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Cuddle bug

PAIRING | Boyfriend!Steve Rogers x Girlfriend!Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT | ~ 900 words

SUMMARY | Steve comes home from a long mission, and all he wants is to be cuddled up in bed with his favorite person. However, your shared secret threatens to be spilled when your good friend walks in the door and finds the two of you in bed together.

RATING | Teen (T)

WARNINGS/TAGS | Established (secret) relationship, use of nickname (Doll).

A/N | This little drabble is written based on a request I received from a sweet Anon! As soon as I saw this prompt, I couldn't resist writing a little something, so I hope you will all enjoy it! This is proofread by the amazing @ccbsrmsf1, for which I'm forever grateful. I love you 🩷

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Steve has been away on an extended mission—three and a half weeks and counting—and you're missing him more than ever. The two of you started dating only a few months ago, though it mainly takes place behind closed doors. You cannot get enough of one another whenever you are alone. Still, when other people are around, it is strictly professional—apart from the occasional reassuring smile you give one another.

Within the Avengers, there is no opposition to team members dating. Still, Steve has specifically asked to keep your relationship a secret because he wants to explore the connection between you two. It is the perfect way to get to know each other personally, and the last few months have been amazing because of that.

Now, you find yourself in your bedroom, curled up in your comfiest armchair with a good book and Alpine beside you. Since Bucky is on the same mission as Steve, you have taken over her care, and she's purring away in her sleep on the windowsill, enjoying the warm spring sun.

Just as you're about to finish your chapter, you hear a knock on your door, and you look up, expecting Natasha or maybe Tony to come by, but when you see who walks in the door, you smile brightly. Steve is back from his mission.

"Hi, Doll. I missed you," he tells you as he walks into the room, and your book lies abandoned in your chair. He's still wearing his suit and the shield on his back, letting you know he came to visit you right away, and it makes the butterflies in your stomach go wild.

"Steve, you're back already! I thought you would be gone for another few days!" Your arms are wrapped around his waist as you plaster yourself against his chest. His heartbeat thumps against your cheek as he gives you soft kisses on the top of your head. His hands rub soothingly over your back as he inhales your sweet scent.

"Mission got wrapped up early, so I figured I'd come home to my girl as soon as possible," Steve says. You lift your head to meet his gaze, warmth spreading through your cheeks as he calls you his girl.

"I love it when you call me your girl; it makes me feel special," you say shyly, and Steve can't help but chuckle.

"I'm glad because I cannot stop calling you that," he tells you before kissing you in a sweet, soft kiss. You two take your time to bask in one another's familiarity, but he pulls away when he can feel a shiver run down your spine.

"I think it's time we had some cuddles, Doll. You're shivering," he whispers, and you nod.

"That sounds good. You know I can't warm up properly with you there," you tell him, and he smiles knowingly. Before you know it, Steve has put down the shield, and his suit is folded neatly on top. As he bends down to put his boots away as well, you happen to glance over, and you're met with the glorious sight of Steve's butt being wrapped perfectly by his light blue boxer briefs, highlighting it beautifully.

"Hmm, so that is America's ass," you say jokingly. You have seen it clothed and bare countless times, but you still can't help saying it. The bright red flush covering Steve's cheeks has you smiling wide, and you can't get enough of the sight.

You have also taken your clothes off, being left in your underwear as you crawl under the covers with Steve. Due to the super soldier serum, his body temperature is always warmer than a regular person's, so he makes a perfect cuddle companion during the nights and colder months.

"Welcome back, Steve. I missed you and your warmth so much," you whisper when you're lying in his arms, your leg thrown over his, his arm wrapped around you, and your head on his chest. The comforter is pulled up to your chin, and you're just about to fall asleep when you hear a few knocks on your door.

"Y/N? I'm here to pick up Alpine!" you hear Bucky's voice carry through the door before he swings it open, and you immediately sit upright in the bed, clutching the comforter to your chest, leaving Steve exposed in the bed in the process.

"B-Bucky, hi!" you say as embarrassment floods your body that you're caught in bed with your boyfriend. Bucky's face turns bright red as he looks at the two of you, his mouth opening and closing without words as he tries to understand what's happening. Without saying another word, he turns around and closes the door behind him, leaving you two to wonder what just happened.

"I should go talk to him, Doll," Steve says as he leans in for a kiss, which you happily give him.

"Okay, but only if you promise to come back soon. I can't miss you for too long again!" you tell him, and he nods with a smile before jumping into his pants. The rest of his suit and his shield are left behind as he runs after Bucky to explain what is going on between you two.

While you were embarrassed at first, you're also a little relieved that you can finally share the love between you two with someone. This is going to be the first step to telling everyone about your relationship, too. It won't be long before you don't have to carry this secret around anymore, and you're looking forward to that day finally being here.

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buckys-wintersoldier · 25 days

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“Did I step on your moment?” | Steve Rogers

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 -> Steve Rogers x SHIELD!Agent!Female!Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 -> Natasha, Steve and you are on a mission but when you need to hide things are heated between Steve and you.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 -> 634

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 -> (G) none, just fluff

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 -> 10 Years Anniversary CA:TWS | March 29 | Theme: Natasha Romanoff | Mall, Disguise, Matchmaking, “Did I step on your moment?”, Favorite Natasha quote | @catws-anniversary

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Steve’s arm is around your waist; he wears a blue cap and laughs along with you when you pass a few people. Natasha talks to you over an earpiece, always telling you where the agents are and where you have to go to find out what’s on the stick. Steve and Natasha bought the stick after a mission on a SHIELD ship, which turned out wasn’t a ship belonging to SHIELD.

“To the left!” Natasha says, and the two of you do.

You walk into a small shop for phones and computers, looking around while you find a computer that could work. There are not many people around, so you pull Steve along with you. He smirks at you, even though his heart is just as much beating against his ribcage as yours. But the two of you stay professional enough to not be too nervous. You put the stick into the computer, looking around before you tap something. Just a moment later, there is a map, almost showing you the place where you find a base, which was supposed to be a SHIELD one but probably belongs to Hydra now.

“Front door, six agents; sides, two on each side; and behind the building are also six agents,” Natasha says. “Entering the building now. You have around seven minutes to get out of the store.”

You tap a few more things when a man appears next to you and talks to Steve. He asks him if he could help. Steve’s answer makes you chuckle. He tells him that you both are looking for a good spot for your honeymoon. After another comment from the man who tells Steve he has the same glasses, you almost burst out laughing.

“Siblings,” Natasha says through the earpiece, and you say that out loud.

“Model,” the guy says before he walks away to another customer.

“They are almost in the shop,” Natasha says, and you look back at the computer.

Right when Steve looks at the display as well, the coordinates appear there, and you get the stick back before the two of you make your way out of the shop. Natasha says where the agents are, while Steve and you walk close to each other on the stairs. The agents are all around the mall, and you pull your hood more into your face. Steve's eyes are focused on the ground while you pass some agents. On the stage, you inhale deeply, then you see Rumlow exhaling annoyedly before you turn to Steve.

“Kiss me.”

“What?”

“Now it’s going to be hot,” Nat laughs.

You grasp Steve's shirt and pull him down, pressing your lips on his, and he kisses you back. The kiss gets almost heated, but Natasha is doing a good job to make sure you both don’t get distracted from your job.

“You made a scene, didn’t you?”

You groan playfully while Steve says a quiet yes, nodding his head.

“Steve, how about y/n? You could fit really well,” Natasha says.

You hear her smirk, and when Steve turns his head toward you, his eyes are slightly widening and his cheeks are red.

“I-I mean I-“ Steve mumbles, and you laugh before you lift your hand to his cheek.

You capture it and stand on your tiptoes to reach him. When you lean closer, Steve immediately grasps your waist and pulls him closer against you. Your lips are captured by his while you hear Natasha clapping through the earpiece. You chuckle softly, deepening the kiss. You love the soft, warm feeling of Steve’s lips against yours.

“You should bring the stick now.”

Steve groans and makes both of you laugh.

“Did I step on your moment?” Natasha asks, laughing.

“No, just come and get the stick when you want it,” Steve says, playfully.

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myfictionaldreams · 1 year

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Day 30: Squirting - Steve Rogers

Kinktober Day 30: Squirting - Steve Rogers x f!reader

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, soft!boyfriend steve, manhandling, comfort, fingering, teasing, dirty talk, dom/sub undertones, squirting in clothes, intense orgasm, nicknames, no use of y/n

A/N: ahh only one more day to go!

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You were beyond exhausted, collapsing onto the couch as soon as you stepped through the door, dropping the bag in your hand as you landed face-first onto the cushioned seat. Work had been hectic, busier than you’d ever experienced it and you were slowly reaching burnout territory.

Sleep was threatening to take over your body and you would have allowed it if it wasn't for the large hands that eased off your shoes, jolting you awake. You mumbled as acknowledgement for your boyfriend getting home, usually, you'd be greeting him at the door, knowing his job was way more important than yours, feeling guilty when you ever moaned about work but today you just couldn’t muster up the energy.

Steve knew this the moment he found your bad left haphazardly in the hallway, sympathy settling on his face as he approached you on the sofa and decided to help you out. After removing your shoes, he gripped your body, which only caused you to groan as your boyfriend lifted your body, something he loved to do showing off his super strength.

“Shhh, I’m just helping you, relax” Steve’s voice was low and calming, lifting your body so he could sit where you were on the couch and positioned you so that you were sitting in his lap, back against his muscled chest, head lying back against his shoulder and both of his arms wrapped around you leaving you in a warm embrace.

It was an instant relaxation, all your muscles loosening, a heavy sigh leaving your lips as your eyes remained closed as your hands gripped onto Steve's arms tightly.

Steve’s mouth dropped, slowly and delicately kissing along the column of your neck, “bad day at work?” he asked softly.

You chuckled mostly to yourself, “you could say that, sorry I should have said hi” turning your head you puckered your lips, hinting for him to kiss you which he did after chuckling under his breath at your neediness.

“It’s ok, don’t apologise we all have shit days like this. Just relax into me, let me take care of you”. His warmth already made you feel even more sleepy, goosebumps prickling your skin as he returned to kissing along your neck, up to beneath your ear, gently biting on your ear lobe causing arousal to begin pulsing through you.

At the same time, one of his arms moved across your stomach, holding you still close to him, whilst the other moved down, stroking your abdomen, lifting your shirt to drag his rough fingers against your soft skin, dancing along the hemline of your light grey leggings.

“Steve” you huffed, shifting around in his lap but he only held you tighter.

“Let me take care of you” he repeated and now you understood his meaning properly as his hand disappeared into your leggings and underwear. Your breath hitched as his fingers teased along your slit, his lips turning up into a smile against your throat as he could feel you already dampening to his touch. “Always so ready for me”.

You didn’t answer, just swallowed audibly as he pressed harder, the tips of his fingers finally grazing over your eagerly awaiting bundle of nerves, hips twitching as he began circling it. He moved steadily, wanting to build your arousal even though you were already begging him to go harder and faster, but he didn’t listen.

Around and around his finger moved, eventually applying more pressure as your pussy began twitching and clenching around nothing. Steve knew your body better than his own, knowing the exact way to tease your clit that would have you crying out but he stopped before you could orgasm, giving you time to relax before continuing on.

Steve groaned as his fingers finally dropped lower, feeling how wet you were, his own arousal painful in his trousers but he wanted to make this about you. Teasing your entrance for a moment, he began by rocking his finger back and forth, adding a bit more length which each movement until his middle finger was deep inside your warm, soft cunt.

He could feel how much you were clenching, your body desperate to feel something but he had a plan, mouth continued to lay delicate kisses along your neck that only caused your back to arch, wanting more but he held you firm.

“You like this baby?” he asked, just wanting to hear you speak as you’d resorted to biting your lip to hold back the ungodly moans that were threatening to spill out.

“Yes, you’re making me feel so good Stevie” you gasped as he began fucking you slowly with his finger, stroking along your walls. “Please Steve…” you begged.

“What do you want, tell me”.

“I want to cum, I want you to make me cum, please”. Steve smiled against your skin, loving how you sounded and proceeded to add another finger causing you to suck in a quick breath at the brief stretch.

You’d expected him to rock his fingers back and forth like he had been doing before but this wasn’t what he did.

Instead, Steve pushed his two fingers all the way in, his palm flat against your clit and began tugging his fingers quickly and harshly, curling them directly against your g-spot. You screamed out in ecstasy, his fingers fucking you hard and fast, his palm smacking against your clit.

All you could do was hold onto his arm, pleasure pulsing powerfully through your body and an overwhelming sensation that you were not able to hold back as it felt like you were going to explode until it began loosening and could hear the squirting of your juices spraying out against his hand.

Steve stopped having heard this, glancing down your body, you too opening your eyes to see your grey leggings had turned darker where your squirt had soaked through the material. “Fuck” Steve groaned before continuing with his actions with more power.

You couldn’t even correctly react, mouth dropping open, a steady moaning scream erupting from you as his hand and fingers began pulling up, your body squirting, even more, completely soaking your leggings and Steve’s lap beneath.

It was so intense that you hadn’t even been able to sense your orgasm building until it was too late. It was all so overwhelming that you had to grab his wrist, pulling his hand out of your cunt as pleasure barrelled through you, with each wave of the orgasm your cunt squirted in steady little streams only causing it to start dripping.

Your body was shaking and twitching, mind blank of any coherent thoughts as Steve praised you in your ear about how well you’d done and it was the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

After the waves of pleasure settled, all you could do was collapse back into his chest, body feeling limp. Steve kissed along your hairline, his breath fanning across your face, “let’s go and have a bath baby”.

You only quietly mumbled an “ok” before he was carrying you off into the bathroom.

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heytheredelulu · 2 months

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Imagine nomad Steve is reader’s possessive boyfriend and she just wants to rile him up by making him think she’s been cheating on him with Bucky.

Also Bucky smokes in this because I said so.

Like Sin

Nomad!Steve Rogers x Reader

ALL OF MY WORK IS 18+

Content Warning: Language and a lil blood

You fumbled with the knob at the front door of your apartment, the dim light in the breezeway coupled with the whiskey you’d drank only making it harder for you to slot the little silver key into the lock. Just as you had finally succeeded, the lock clicked before you could turn your key and you drew your hands back, looking up as your very angry boyfriend yanked the door open.

Steve glared down at you with his arms folded across his broad chest. “You’re late.” He states sternly, stepping aside to allow you entry. “Where the hell were you? You haven’t answered a single one of my texts all night.” He asks, leaning against the wall in the foyer as you tossed your keys on the table.

“I told you I was going to happy hour with some of the others.” You say with a hint of annoyance, fighting the urge to roll your eyes.

“Yeah, happy hour.” He repeats with equal annoyance. “It’s nearly 1 in the morning.” He scolds. You lose the fight and finally roll your eyes as you perch on the arm of the couch to take your shoes off. “Okay, happy ‘hours’, then.” You mumble, tossing one shoe towards the shoe rack.

“And you didn’t think to text me back? You’ve been gone for hours and haven’t even bothered to check in.” He points out, uncrossing his arms as his lips curve downward into a frown.

You sigh and pull off your other shoe, tossing it to land near the other as you look up at him. “Steve, I was with our friends. If I’m out socializing I’m not going to just sit and stare at my phone, it’s rude. It’s not my fault that you didn’t want to come out with us.” You counter, standing up.

“It’s rude?” He asks, incredulously. “And it’s not rude to ignore your boyfriend all night and keep him up late, worried sick?”

“You’re being dramatic.” You mumble, unzipping your coat and walking over towards the coat rack, where he was still leaned up against the wall.

He sucks his teeth at your comment and nods, eyeing you up and down. “I’m not being dramatic.”

You scoff, shrugging off your coat and hanging it up. “Yes, you are. If you were so worried about me going out without you, you should’ve come along.”

He opens his mouth to respond but his eyes flick over to your coat pocket and he steps away from the wall, reaching into it and fishing out a pack of cigarettes. He turns the pack over in his hand as his eyes narrow in recognition.

This is Bucky’s brand of cigarettes.

“Who were you with again?” He asks, not looking up from the smokes in his hand.

You’re in the kitchen at this point, getting a glass from the cabinet and is unaware of the bomb in his hand that was ticking towards an inevitable explosion. “Tony, Nat, Bruce. A few others from the team.” You call out, filling your glass with water from the sink.

Steve steps into the kitchen and crushes the pack of cigarettes in his fist before tossing it onto the table. “And Bucky?” He asks, though it wasn’t much of a question.

You glance over at him mid drink and swallow, setting the glass down slowly. “He’s part of the group, yeah?” You question, brow furrowing as you look to the crushed pack of smokes now discarded on the table.

“Why do you have his shit in your pockets?” He asks, his expression hardening.

“I don’t know, Steve. I probably just picked them up with my things when I was leaving. You know sometimes I smoke when I’m drinking.”

He places both hands on the kitchen table, the muscles in his arms flexing as he leans forward and lowers his voice. “You were alone with him, weren’t you?”

You sigh and shake your head. “I’m sure at some point, yeah. I was alone with Nat at some point too.” You argue.

He slams his fist down on the table, the legs shaking in response to the assault.

“You were alone with him!” He shouts.

“What the hell is your problem?” You yell in return, throwing up your hands in frustration.

“My problem is that you were alone with Bucky.” He growls.

You tilt your head curiously. “And the problem with that is what? Your own insecurity? Your jealousy is showing Steve, and it’s not attractive.”

He bows his head and sucks in a deep breath before lifting his gaze to meet yours in a menacing stare.

“I am not insecure. I see the way he looks at you.” He whispers harshly. “And I’ve seen the way you are around him.”

He leans back and steps around the table, slowly moving into your space as he backs you against the wall.

“Who knows what the two of you do when I’m not around.” He says, "You could be flirting, you could be touching him, hell-" His voice drops to an almost inaudible whisper "you could be fucking him." His eyes flash dangerously as he leans his face closer to yours.

"Excuse me?" You ask, your face contorting in anger. "What the hell did you just accuse me of?"

He grits his teeth, and slams his palm against the wall behind your head. "Don't you try to play innocent with me. I know you two get a little too friendly with one another and I'm sick of it!" He yells.

"I'm not playing innocent, I'm asking you to look me in the face and repeat what you just fucking said, Steve!" You shout, your eyebrows knitting in anger.

He glares at you for a long moment before speaking in a low voice laced with quiet rage.

"I think you're fucking Bucky." He says, taking a threatening step towards you.

"Oh, do you?" You ask, your voice dripping with mockery.

"Yes, I do." He says through clenched teeth.

You shake your head and laugh in disbelief. "Wow,” you breathe out. “So is that what you think I was doing tonight? You think I was out fucking Bucky?"

His glare never falters. A muscle in his jaw twitches as his hands curl into fists. "That’s exactly what I think." He whispers harshly.

You lick your lips and cross your arms as the corners of your mouth twitch up into a cruel smirk. "Maybe I was. Why don't you kiss me baby? Tell me if you can taste his cock on my tongue." You dare, looking up at him in defiance.

His eyes widen as you issues him the challenge. At first he doesn't react, but then without warning he closes the gap between you both, pressing himself against you and crashing his lips into yours. He takes your mouth in a rough, punishing kiss, his lips moving against yours fueled with all his pent-up rage and jealousy.

You kiss him back angrily, violently as you parts your lips, deepening the kiss and meeting his tongue with your own in a dance of dominance. You break the kiss abruptly, tugging at his bottom lip with your teeth as your pull away, nipping hard enough to draw blood as you lean back and look up at him with your chest heaving.

He releases you with a gasp and glances down at you in confusion as he tastes blood. It takes him a moment to speak. “Did you just bite me?” He asks, his breath coming in short, sharp pants as he stares at you with a mix of shock and arousal.

You reach up and cup his jaw roughly with your hand, tracing your thumb along the curve of his bottom lip, smearing the blood across it. "Is that what you're worried about?" You ask in a low voice "You aren't going to tell me how your best friend tastes?"

His breath catches as a shiver crawls its way up his spine and he meets your gaze narrowing his eyes.

"What did you just say?" He whispers, leaning forward and pressing his bloodied lip against your thumb.

You let your thumb slip between his lips pressing it down on his tongue as you hold his gaze, then you withdraw it and pinch his cheeks, saliva wet against his skin "I asked you a fucking question." You repeat dangerously "How does Bucky taste?"

His eyes darken as he looks down at you. He can’t help but notice the subtle way your voice changes when you say his best friend's name; Just like how he can’t help but notice how it makes his heart race and a heat spread in the pit of his stomach when you do it.

He shakes his head to clear the thought.

"I'm not justifying that with an answer." He says, swallowing the lump forming in his throat.

You lean in towards his ear, your breath hot as it fans across his skin. "I will." You whisper, sucking a finger into your mouth and swirling your tongue around it before reaching to run the wet digit down his neck "Like sin."

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imagines-to-quench-thirst · 11 months

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Steve Rogers Masterlist

Disclaimer: stories are fictitious and should not be taken literally, the behavior is entirely imaginative and the content may be inappropriate

Updated & repaired: 16/07/2023 (if a story won't load or something else, please message me and let me know)

MAIN MASTERLIST

Fluff🌺 Angst 🌩️ Smut❤️‍🔥

5/7 STORIES

5 Type Of Kisses

MY HEADCANONS W/ OTHER CHARACTERS:

Speak In Flowers 🌺 Flowers speak their own words and show their actions. And your man loves to speak it out loud.

Visiting Your Hometown 🌺 how would your boy act when you drag him along to your hometown

Helping You To Accept Your Stretch Marks 🌺your boy helps you accept your beautiful stretch marks as they are...pure perfection

Explaining To Your Man Kdramas🌺I (V) wrote small drabbles that paired my favorite men and dramas that I absolutely love

Dating A Tattoo Artist 🌺 being a tattoo artist and your boyfriend being part of it

When Tough Times Occur 🌺Life itself can be a pain and with its obstacles, it can seem impossible to overcome it but that’s what makes us stronger as people.

Someone Rubs You The Wrong Way With... 🌺 how would your man protect you when someone doesn’t mind your business

Having A Shower ❤️‍🔥having a shower with your man sounds like heaven right?!

One Thing He Loves About You (Physically Or Mentally)🌺 the title spoils the ending a bit

No Nut November ❤️‍🔥in the glory of No Nut November, you make a bet with your liver saying if they fail you cuff them and use them to your liking but if you lose they get to fulfil one of their fantasies. And you are keen on it to make them lose, by any means.

DRABBELS FROM MY 🧠

Come On, Let Loose ❤️‍🔥 What happens when you comfort Steve about his quietness when in public with him?

Midnight Proposal🌺

Fluff Alphabet🌺

Dating Steve Would Include🌺

Celebrating The New Year🌺

Without Me 🌩️ inspired by Halsey’s song ‘Without Me’

Kisses From Steve🌺

If I Rode You, I Can Ride The Horse 🌺Steve takes Y/n it for a special surprise at 5 am?!

SHORT IMAGINES

Watching Steve Do Squats🌺

Celebrating New Year🌺

PICTURE STORIES

Finding out you are expecting with Steve and breaking the news to him.🌺

Being On Vacation With Your Boyfriend Steve Rogers 🌺

Buying A House In A Remote And Quiet Place Where You Live With Steve As he Begins Retirement From Being An Avenger🌺

Traveling The World🌺

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navstuffs · 2 years

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Text me when you get home.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female!Reader

Warning: some mild violence, being followed, anxiety, feeling weak/hopeless, steve being protective/comfort, no use of y/n.

Summary: Steve always wanted to know when you got home safely.

Author's Note: i wrote this drunk but i revised sober so no mistakes hopefully :)

"Text me when you get home."

Steve Rogers's words came into your mind as you left the bar after a fun night out with your friends. He didn't join you, busy with Avengers business. You suspected that Steve also wanted you to have alone with your friends. You had been tied to the hip since you two started dating (mostly never leaving the bedroom), only for exceptions like Steve's missions and your work. He was still Captain America, after all. Your friends even teased saying you would be walking funny, to your embarrassment. After saying bye to them and promising to bring Steve next time, you called an Uber. You were slightly drunk but coherent enough to know exactly what car to get in.

It had been at least five months since you started dating Steve Rogers. You were working on a project with Tony Stark and you noticed how much your boss was trying to set you up with the very polite Captain America. When Steve invited you out for the first date, you thought it was a typical Tony joke. But when things started to get serious and Steve asked you to date him (he joked he wanted to ask permission from your dad), everything became real.

You were dating Captain America.

So every time you went out and you weren't together, he wanted to know you arrived safely. You thought that was cute of him but also understood Steve was trying to protect you. He had a lot of enemies. Everyone that hated him could try to hurt you, especially after your identity was revealed in every newsletter as CAPTAIN AMERICA'S NEW LOVER.

So you always made sure where you were going, carried your pepper spray, and hoped for the best.

-x-

"Sorry, miss, but it seems an accident happened."

You opened your eyes from the back of the Uber. You were twenty-five minutes or more away from your house, but staying the rest of the night stuck in traffic wasn't the ideal option.

"Thanks. I think I will walk from here."

"Are you sure, miss?"

No.

"Yeah. I will be fine. Thank you, sir."

You exited the vehicle, giving a deep cold air breath, a little less drunk now. Your instincts had to be on high alert now. You grabbed your phone, sharing your location with Steve.

"Accident. Have to walk the rest of the way. Pray for me LOL"

Not a nice joke, but you hoped that ease Steve's nerves. It probably wouldn't but you took your pepper spray out of your bag, checking if full. That pepper spray had never left your bag. It was a man's world after all, unfortunately. You started walking, seeing that the traffic extended for a long while.

You turned the corner, the streets empty. Not a single rat's noise. Your stomach turned uncomfortable. Just walk fast, keep your eyes open and your ears even wider. The phone in the front pocket of your pants, pepper spray in the other. You felt your phone vibrate.

"Are you okay? Do you need me?"

Steve. Your heart bumped into your chest as you replied quickly.

"I will be fine. Hopefully"

"Not funny."

You half smirked, sharing your location once more, so Steve could know where you were, hiding your phone again. You saw some passerby here and there, a couple who seemed very drunk so everything was fine. Less than eighteen minutes and you would be home.

That's when you felt something behind your back. It was just a feeling, so you looked behind you. There were two men within walking distance from you who didn't seem to care about your existence, too absorbed in their own conversation. But something inside of you was tingling with fear. Sixth sense probably. Your hands instinctively went to your phone, texting Steve as you tried to walk a little faster.

"Don't feel safe. Gonna try to walk home a little faster. "

You shared your location once more and put your phone in your pocket. The pepper spray felt heavier than it should be in your hand. You never used that thing once and you prayed for not tonight. Breathe and focus. All you needed.

You took a detour, entering a 24-hour shop. The seller didn't lift his head up from his journal to look at you. Not long after you got in, the pair following you got in as well. Shit shitting fuck.

You wandered close to the sodas, grabbing any bottle and going as fast as you could to the cashier. You probably gave him more money than you should, getting out of the store and praying that they didn't see you leave. Your heart was bumping fast as you were now jogging to your house. There was no one around and no one would appear even if you screamed.

You heard footsteps behind you, following you close, thanking mentally your keys were ready in your back pocket.

"Miss? Hey Miss?"

Don't look back, your mind told you. Do not look back and continue. Do not look back.

"Miss? My friend needs help! Please?!"

You slowed down a little, looking back. One of the men was being supported by what you assumed was his friend. You catch your breath as you stared at them.

"Miss? Please?"

You stopped, looking behind you. There was no one around, the windows of the houses were all black and you knew it could be a trap. But the other man didn't look to be feeling well, his head down as if he was puking, or passed out. His friend was fairly young as well, a plea on his eyes. You cursed yourself mentally as you got a little closer to them.

"Do you need me to call Emergency?"

"Yes? Please?"

You texted Steve your location one last time, before dialing the Emergency number as you got closer to the pair. The one not feeling well didn't lift his head to look at you as the younger one seemed very nervous, looking around.

"Is everything okay?'

"Drop the call, miss."

The man hunched over had a gun pointed at you now. Blood stopped flowing through your body as you slowly turned off the call, the pepper spray futile in your hands now. His partner roughly grabbed your phone out of your hands, putting it in his pocket. Maybe you had a chance with the pepper spray. Just maybe.

"Pass the bag, very slowly. No funny movements!"

Your hand holding the pepper spray was shaking now. Your other one probably was well, but your mind was focused on that gun. The other man was clearly older and much more experienced in this than the newer one. Maybe you had a chance to pepper spray the younger and run. Or both.

"I wouldn't do any funny moves if I was you." The other thief warned you, getting close to you.

You walked away towards the wall, your insides begging for you to scream and ask for help. You had some self-defense training from S.H.I.E.L.D, even Black Window herself? Why were you getting stuck right now? Why you couldn't move to defend yourself?

"Pass the bag or we will shoot you."

Your hands were clutched against your bag strap and you were breathing fast, your heart pounding inside your body. All you needed to do was give this man the bag and everything would be over. The thief pulled the bag violently out of your arms as you remained frozen, the cold wall being the only thing holding you up. They were done now at least.

"What you have in your hand?"

You stopped breathing.

"Nothing."

"Liar. B, go check her hand." The thief with the gun got closer, pointing the gun in your direction.

B grabbed your wrist forcefully trying to open your hand. They couldn't see the pepper spray. What they would do to you if they saw it? They could shoot, right? No, this couldn't happen to you. You started breathing fastly again as B tried to open your hand forcefully.

"She doesn't want to open!"

"Break her hand if needed. Must be some valuable!" B's partner said, looking around. He clearly was nervous.

B used all his strength, squeezing your hand open, making you protest with the pain. The pepper spray fell on the floor. All eyes followed the small bottle. B bent over to grab it when a huge blue mass hit him with all his strength, sending him flying and falling to the floor unconscious. You blinked, watching Captain America in front of you, protecting your body with his shield as the other thief watched the scene frightened.

"Drop it." Steve's voice came dangerous and low. The other man gave a fast look at B not moving on the floor and shot once.

Your hands went to your ears as Steve covered his body with yours, protecting you. B's partner had probably panicked by seeing Captain America and shot over and over again until he ended up running out of bullets. The thief slowly tried to back away but he knew there was no way to escape Steve right now, who was walking dangerously toward him. You let your body slide to the floor, controlling your breath. The whole world was spinning now. You breathe in and out, hearing a punch, a groan, and the other thief's body falling to the floor.

Steve rushed his way towards you, kneeling down. His eyes were checking your face as his hand checked your head for any possible injury. His stare quickly passed over your body as Steve cupped your face.

"Are you okay? Please, breathe for me. Please."

You followed exactly what Steve was asking. Lots of houses had their lights on now and you could hear sirens. You continued breathing though. In and out. In and out. Focusing only on Steve's concerned blue eyes and his hands on your face.

"Steve?"

"Yes? Are you okay?"

"Are they-?"

"No. Unconscious. I can't lie I wanted them another way though."

You let yourself sigh relieved, as some neighbors started to leave their houses, pointing at you and Steve. He helped you get up and you gave a good look at him. You never got tired of seeing Steve suited up because barely you had any chance, working mostly at the lab. You knew if you asked, Steve would wear it for you. He looked completely in control of the situation, calming everyone down, stating the cops were close and everything was okay. It was just a robbery situation.

"Thank you, Captain America!" one of your neighbors exclaimed and a small clapping followed. A small group gathered around Steve and you. He warned them you needed a moment to breathe to which you thanked him mentally.

When the cops arrived, they asked you and Steve some questions. Steve answered he was patrolling the area when he saw the pair stealing you. The police got your contact info, taking both thieves to the hospital (check for concussion, probably). When the police offered you and Steve a ride back to the Avengers compound, Steve refused explaining he had his own and would take you to a more safe place.

"Were you really patrolling?" You asked him during the car ride.

You could see Steve's cheeks go pink as he thought carefully about how to answer.

"I was actually around the area. Some big illegal gun busting. When you texted me the first time, we were already done and I decided to stay around. Just in case. I was going to leave when you got home safely."

You nodded slowly, feeling Steve's side-eye on you.

"I am not following you around. I trust you! But since all those newspapers and magazines shared your identity, I have been more uneasy."

"I get it, Steve. No worries."

Silence. All the events of that night kept flashing in your mind, gun pointed in your direction, Steve sending a thief flying, shots fired in your direction, Steve protecting you with his body, your anxiety attack as Steve hit the other guy down. You didn't even hear Steve calling your name worried.

"We're almost there."

"Mhm."

-x-

Every time you entered Steve's room you felt protected. That night was no exception. You needed more than ever to feel safe. Steve removed his helmet, his blond hair messy and his blue eyes scanning your reaction as you just stood in his room, your phone in a hand, your bag in another.

"Do you want to take a shower?"

"Hold me, Steve."

Steve didn't need to hear a second time. He cut the space between you two, his arms holding your body tightly. You felt your body wanted to break down again, but Steve's scent helped you focus. You didn't want to lose control in front of Steve. He looked so worried. You permitted yourself to finally relax in his arms, knowing fully well-knowing nothing bad would happen to you now. Steve wouldn't let it. With that thought in mind as a mantra, the tears finally started to form in your eyes.

"I am sorry, I am so sorry..."

"Hey, hey"Steve gently held into your chin making you look in his eyes. You had never seen his eyes carry that much concern like that. "You did well. Everything is fine. You are not hurt and I will never let anyone hurt you."

"I didn't do..."

"Baby, you did what you could."

"But I have been trained, Steve. By you, Sam, Bucky, Clint, and Nat! Black Window herself! I should have done something, I should have..."

"Listen to me," Steve ordered. Not Steve. That was Captain America's voice. You gulped, your eyes focusing on his. "You did what you could. You are not hurt. I didn't even want to think what could have happened if you used that pepper spray."

Steve's body went tense, his lips a thin line. He didn't even want to think what they could have done to you; that thought couldn't even cross his mind. He got close to losing you and only the idea of that brought a very bad feeling into his body and his mind. You rubbed his back, his hands slowly opening up to embrace you. His blue eyes were softened again so you knew your Steve was back.

"I am fine. We are fine, Steve."

Steve nodded, breathing your scent to calm himself. Steve didn't know a lot of things about his life, but he knew one for sure: He couldn't and he wouldn't lose you. No matter what it took, he would keep you safe.

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captainsophiestark · 2 years

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Do Not Disturb

Steve Rogers x Reader

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Fandom: Marvel

Square Filled: Cuddles

Summary: Steve's exhausted and a little run down with the hero business lately. Thankfully, he has Y/N to come home to and cuddle with. And they're not going to let ANYBODY interrupt what little rest Steve gets.

Word Count: 1,054

Category: Fluff

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

I flipped to the next page of my book, trying to block out the noise and focus on the story as someone came into the living room. I'd been trying to finish the newest book in my favorite series for a while, and I'd decided to do so on the couch in the living room of Avengers Tower. If I wanted to be confident no one would disturb my reading, I would've stayed in my room, but I wanted to venture out of my cave for a little bit, and most people were training or on missions, so it felt likely that no one would bother me.

Apparently, I was wrong. Someone flopped down onto the couch right next to me with a heavy sigh. I wouldn't have set down my book, except I recognized that sigh. It was my boyfriend, Steve Rogers, sounding more exhausted than he usually ever let people see.

I bookmarked my page and set my book aside, then turned to Steve. He had bags under his eyes and looked like he was about to pass out, right where he was. Usually, he was a pretty upbeat person, but clearly something was weighing on him today.

"Hey babe," I said, shifting on the couch so I was facing Steve. "What's wrong?"

He shook his head. "Nothing. It's just... the job's wearing on me a little more than usual."

"What do you mean?" I asked, shuffling a little closer and putting a hand on his arm. Steve didn't look at me, just kept staring holes in the ground.

"I've been running around putting out fires and getting the shit kicked out of me for days. I don't think I've slept more than a few twenty-minute naps in... four days?"

"Oh my gosh, Steve!" I cried, wrapping one arm around him and pulling him into me. His head landed on my chest, and slowly, he leaned the rest of his weight against me.

"I'm just so tired," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. I pursed my lips, but didn't say anything. I hated seeing him like this, and I hated what this job did to him sometimes. But at the end of the day, he loved it. Nothing would ever convince him to give it up.

I pulled Steve a little closer as I gently stroked his hair. I could feel him focusing on taking deep breaths and staying calm, so I slowly leaned back until we were reclined on the couch, Steve on top of me with his head on my chest.

"I'm so sorry you've had such a bad stretch of days," I mumbled, wrapping myself around him tightly. He just hummed in response. I kept running my hands through his hair, trying to help him relax and make him feel safe despite everything he'd gone through.

After a few minutes, I felt the tension fade out of Steve's body. His breathing evened out, and I quickly realized he'd fallen asleep.

I smiled to myself. About damn time he got some rest.

We stayed like that for a long time, and I'd just started to drift off myself when I heard footsteps and loud voices coming up from the training room. I turned to glare at the doorway whoever it was would have to come through, trying to move as little as possible so I didn't disturb Steve.

After a few seconds, Tony and Bruce appeared, chatting away about some science project or other they were working on. They stopped short when they saw me, and Tony opened his mouth (probably to ask why I was glaring), but he stopped short when I put my finger to my mouth in an aggressive shushing gesture.

They both gave me questioning looks, so I pointed sharply at Steve, who by some miracle was still passed out on top of me. He must've really been exhausted to sleep through the noise and activity no matter how hard I'd been trying to limit it.

Bruce and Tony tiptoed over until they got close enough to see Steve. Bruce nodded and clearly understood why he needed to be quiet. Tony got an evil gleam in his eye.

"Hey!" I hissed, smacking him in the arm to get him to look at me. Our eyes locked, and I slowly shook my head, giving him a stare that promised death and pain if he acted on whatever idea was clearly bouncing around in his head.

I could literally see the gears turning in Stark's head as he weighed his options. Bruce put a hand on his shoulder and nodded towards the lab, giving Tony another activity to do other than messing with my boyfriend, which I appreciated. Still, it took Tony a minute to consider. And I didn't let up with my stare once during that minute.

Fortunately for Steve, although I wasn't as involved in the superhero business as I used to be, I'd proven time and time again that I could hang with the assassins in our group skill-wise, which made me a dangerous enemy if someone in the Tower chose to piss me off.

After a little bit more considering, Tony seemed to remember this, and my history in the training room and on the battlefield won out. He rolled his eyes and huffed, but turned and headed for the lab instead of waking up Steve. Bruce smiled, giving me a wave as he headed off with Tony. I waved back and watched the two men disappear, then went back to gently stroking Steve's hair.

Absolutely nobody was going to get in the way of him getting some much needed rest if I had anything to say about it. The two of us were too comfortable, and cuddling on the couch was too rare to shorten it any more than we absolutely had to.

Maybe one day, when the younger generation of superheroes were ready to take over, Steve and I could relax and retire and do this more often. But for now, I was going to take every moment I could get.

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mlmxreader · 1 month

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Penthouse Holiday | Sam Wilson x gn!reader

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↳ ❝ “Wow, great view. I bet you can see all the way to the ocean from out here.” With Sam Wilson please? ❞

: ̗̀➛ Even Captain America himself deserves some time off.

: ̗̀➛ swearing

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It was rare that Sam ever got the time off to actually be your boyfriend, between his work as Captain America and his volunteer work on top of that, he rarely had the time to sit down and be your boyfriend; although you never held it against him, as you knew fully well that he was doing the best he could and that he was actually looking out for people as much as he could.

You loved Sam, and you never expected him to do anything except be himself; as long as he came home to you, you didn't care when or what time that was. As long as he came home.

But Sam had other ideas, as when he approached Marc about taking over for a little while, the infamous Moon Knight was on-board with the idea once Sam explained why.

Just a holiday for a couple of weeks, in a large penthouse in a rural hotel, far from prying eyes and somewhere that nobody knew him. The biggest downside of Captain America was the paparazzi; everybody knew about you and Sam, and it was difficult getting any private time in New York, so he purposefully picked somewhere that nobody would know.

It was on the coast, blessed with warm weather and a sweet gentle breeze, with a large balcony and an even bigger bed; it took some convincing, but after he reassured you that everything was sorted, you agreed.

The second you stepped into the penthouse and put your bags down, though, you grinned and put your arms around Sam's neck.

"It's beautiful," you breathed out, holding his gaze as you laid your hand at the back of his neck.

Sam gently turned you around, pointing to the balcony. "Go check it out."

You nodded, heading over and pressing yourself against the cool, stone railing as you licked your lips. "Wow, great view. I bet you can see all the way to the ocean from out here."

Sam came up behind you, pressing his body against yours and pressing his lips to the back of your shoulder. "I knew you'd like it. You always told me you wanted to see the ocean."

You excitedly pointed over to the port, a soft gasp leaving your lips. "Do they do orca viewing here?!"

He nodded slowly, trying not to laugh at how excited you were. "I checked before we came - orcas at two every afternoon, seals at four, and great whites at eight every morning."

"You really thought of everything," you murmured, turning around sonyou could gently kiss him. "I love you."

Sam planted his hands on the railing either side of you, smiling brightly. "I take it you like it?"

You nodded. "How did you manage to afford this?"

He shrugged, swallowing thickly. He wasn't really sure if he was supposed to tell you that a friend of a friend owed him a favour, and he decided to cash it in in the form of a penthouse rental for a couple of weeks.

Not that Professor Xavier minded much, all too happy to repay the favour.

"Somebody owed me a favour," he murmured. "One of your friends."

You shook your head, wanting to roll your eyes fondly, but seeing hardly any point in it as you felt the soft breeze fan against the back of your neck. "Y'know what? I don't care. It's beautiful, you're beautiful, I wanna go see the orcas."

Sam laughed softly as he grinned brightly; he knew that seeing the orcas would be a big selling point for you, and he was glad that it worked out.

You kept telling him about how much you wanted to see them in the wild, to actually be up and close and observe their behaviour - it even convinced him to want to it, too.

"We've got..." he checked his watch. "Four hours, and then we can go board the boat. But first, do you wanna get room service? I was thinking maybe strawberries and champagne."

"Wouldn't that cost megabucks, though?" You asked, furrowing your brows.

Sam shrugged, daring to move so that his lips were right against your ear. "We're not paying, baby. It's all inclusive - we can eat and drink whatever we want, we can get whatever room service we want. We're not paying."

You let your hands wander down his chest, settling just above his stomach. "You sure know how to please somebody, don't you?"

He laughed softly. "I know how to please you. So, food, orcas and then how about we go and relax on the beach for a few hours?"

"Oh, Sammy," you whispered. "I know I keep saying it, but I really do love you and I cannot fucking believe you did all this just for me."

"Damn right," he beamed. "I wanna make up for as much lost time as I can, and with your permission, give you the best holiday you've ever known, baby."

You hoisted yourself onto the railing, thankful that it was wide enough to sit comfortably on as you pulled him between your legs. "You have my permission all the fucking time, Cap."

"Fuck's sake," Sam laughed, rolling his eyes fondly. "I'm not Cap here. Just Sam. Your Sam."

"My Sam," you whispered, laying your arms on his shoulders. "My brilliant, funny, amazing, intelligent, sweet, compassionate Sam."

"Keep complimenting me, I love it," he chuckled, and when you gently smacked the back of his head, he burst out laughing. "What? Can't a guy love being complimented?"

"You're such a dick," you laughed, shaking your head. "I love you. I love that you're the best Captain America the world could ever ask for, and I love that you're the best boyfriend I could ever ask for. I love you."

"I love you, too," he told you sincerely, his voice quiet and rumbling. "But I am starving."

"Alright, alright!" You stole a few soft kisses. "Strawberries, champagne and... y'know, we haven't had any curry for a while."

"I'll go order it," Sam whispered, stealing a quick kiss. "You just wait here and keep looking like the best thing in the world."

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jupitercomet · 2 years

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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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kaunis-sielu · 2 years

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Crossing

Steve finds the envelope shoved under the kickstand of his bike. It’s a normal, white envelope but it’s a bit lumpier than a normal envelope would be. Steve gently pulls it from where it’s under the kickstand and tears it open.

Inside he finds several pictures.

Of you.

You’d been his secret, for a while now, that only Bucky had known about. You lived two towns over, only a twenty minute ride if Steve went the speed limit, which he sometimes did.

He absolutely isn’t going the speed limit now, not as he races toward your job. The photos are shoved into the pocket on the side of his motorcycle.

His saddle bags as you tease him. If they’ve laid a hand on you he’s gonna rip the fuckers in half. He pulls up to the door of the bank you work at, driving his motorcycle up onto the sidewalk. He stalks inside, not removing the gun from the middle of his back despite the sign that asks him to do so. Hydra won’t, so neither will he.

He ignores the woman at the front who looks up to greet him, her smile freezing on her face when she sees the look on his. He growls your name then moves to where your desk is. Where you should be but aren’t.

“Becca. Where is she?” He asks Bucky’s sister and your favorite coworker.

“Bathroom? What’s wrong?”

“He throws the envelope on her desk and a couple of the photos fall out. The bright red x over your body still makes him a little sick to his stomach.

“Oh. Oh my god. I’ll go get her.”

“Quickly.” He snaps and she nods scurrying away. He gathers up the photos and shoves them back inside his jacket pocket. He can feel eyes on him, not surprising because he’s never come to your work. Why would he? He’d wanted to keep you safe and a secret. When your round the corner in front of Becca your worried gaze immediately snaps to his.

“Steve?” God you look so pretty, you’ve got a blue floral dress on with a pair of nude heels that make your legs look so long.

“Hi Sweetheart. Family emergency.” He says glancing down at Becca’s desk. He thought he’d gotten them all cleaned up before you’d gotten here, looks like he missed one. Your eyes follow his gaze and your mouth drops into a surprised little ‘o’

“Steve?” You breathe, the horror evident in your voice.

“It’s okay Sweetheart,” he says as you round the desk and wrap your arms around him. He holds you tightly to him, “we need to go.”

“Go?”

“I need to get you somewhere safe.” He says softly, before dropping a kiss to your head.

“I can’t just leave.” You whisper and Steve hums lowly.

“Sweetheart, you know that you don’t need this job. You know that I can provide for you. Why can’t you leave?”

“I- I just can’t.” You say lamely but Steve knows that you know he’s right. He can, quite easily, provide for you and you know this. But you’ve always balked, enjoying the freedom that your own job provides, enjoying the work you do with the coworkers you get along with so well.

“Sweetheart. They know about you. Hydra isn’t like The Irons or The Howlies. I gotta get you to the clubhouse. You’ll be safe there.”

“Not home?”

“No Sweetheart,” his grip tightens on you as a man comes stalking over.

“What’s going on here?”

“Oh,” you move slightly back from Steve, he’s reluctant to let you go but he does. “Mr. Quill, this is Steve.”

“Her husband.”

“Husband?” This Mr. Quill repeats, “She doesn’t wear a ring.”

“I have a dangerous job.” Steve says with a frown at the other man. “Besides, what’s it to you?” He feels you tense, when he looks down at you it suddenly clicks who this asshole is. “Sweetheart?”

“Yea.” You affirm his unanswered question.

“I’m taking my wife, we have a family emergency. I’m also taking Becca.”

“You don’t get to make that decision.”

“Actually, I do.” Steve growls moving his leather jacket just slightly over so that Quill sees the butt of his gun. You, thank god, don’t seem to notice the move but Quill does, and so does Becca who narrows her eyes at Steve.

“Fine. You’re both fired.” He snaps before storming away and you blink after him in shock.

“What the fuck Steve!” Becca cries, “I need this job!”

“No you don’t.” Steve growls, “Get your shit. We gotta go.” He says not letting go of your hand, you grab the couple of things off of your desk that are yours and Becca grabs them and your purse from you.

“I’ll take them. I’ll drive.” She offers, Steve nods wanting to keep you close until he can get you safe. You go outside with him and freeze when you hear a bike on it’s way toward you.

“Shit.” Steve swears softly, “Baby get in the car and get down.”

“That’s Bucky.” Becca says, “I know his bike anywhere.” Sure enough a few moments later Bucky comes rolling into the parking lot.

“Glad you’re already here. Thought I’d come lend a hand.” Bucky says and Steve nods, he swings one of his legs over his bike and then holds out a hand to help you on too. Once your arms are wrapped around his waist Steve pulls out of the parking lot, it’s only about a fifteen minute drive to the club house.

He goes faster than he should but with a hit out on you he doesn’t give a fuck. Hell, if the cops were to try and pull him over now he’d let them chase you all the way to the club house. When he pulls into the club house’s garage he closes the garage and once you’re both off the bike he pulls you to him again. He’ll never, ever, get over the feeling of your softer body against his, and how right it feels.

“You gonna tell me what that is about?” You ask him before his lips drop to yours.

“You’ve been threatened.” He tells you softly, “I needed to get you safe until I can figure out who is after you.”

“Sam knows who. He saw who put the envelope under your stand and followed them.” Bucky says stalking over and passing his phone to Steve.

“That fucker,” Steve sneers, “is a dead man.” John Walker has been a pain in his ass since day one. “Is Sam?”

“Yea.”

“Get him.”

“Yep.” Steve doesn’t even have to finish his thoughts with Bucky, as usual they’re on the same page.

“I’ll be there eventually.” He tells Bucky glancing down at where you’re buried in his side.

“Kay.” Becca goes inside and Bucky climbs back on his bike then roars off, the garage door closing behind him.

“Sweetheart. You okay?”

“What the fuck is going on Steve? You know who it is?”

“Yea, John Walker. That new guy that was irritating the fuck outta you at the last family gathering.”

“Why would he-?”

“Don’t worry.” Steve says cutting you off, “He’s a dead man walking.” You look up at him, worry in your eyes and Steve sighs softly. “I’ll be safe Baby.”

“You better be, or I’ll kill you myself.” You warn him and he gives you a soft smile before kissing you again.

“Stay in the house with Becca. She’s got her conceal and carry if she needs to use it she will.” He’s still not thrilled that you won’t let him get you a gun but he’s not gonna fight it right now.

“Come home to me.” You whisper clinging to the lapels of his coat, “come back safe.”

“Always Sweetheart.” He tells you kissing you one last time before opening the garage, straddling his bike and heading out. He glances over his shoulder at the garage and sees it closing as he rides down the street.

He beats Walker within an inch of his life. Then he kills him and leaves the body for Bucky and Sam to take care of. He wants to get home to you but he’s got one more thing to take care of before he does.

He waits. He’s going to be here when that fucking bastard comes home and he’s going to make him pay, maybe not with his life it’ll depend on how pissed off Steve gets. The car pulls into the driveway, Steve slips into the garage without being seen and when Peter Quill gets out of his car Steve moves slamming the smaller man up against the wall.

“You thought I wouldn’t find out huh?” He growls and Quill has the decency to pale under Steve’s furious glare. “Thought you could threaten my wife and then act like you didn’t know who her protector is?”

“I-I don’t-” he whimpers and Steve growls,

“Lie to me again. I fucking dare you.” Quill doesn’t say anything. “Run. And don’t come back or I’ll kill you.” When Quill doesn’t move Steve asks, “Do you doubt me?”

“No.”

“Then fucking go. You threatened my life, Walker doesn’t get a second chance. Do not mistake this for weakness or mercy. It’s a threat, come back and die.” Quill practically sprints into the house and Steve stalks back to his bike.

“Tony. If he’s not gone in two hours, kill him.”

“Yup.” Tony agrees sounding bored but his eyes are locked on the house. Steve makes his way back to the clubhouse and to you.

You’re in his arms before he’s even got the door closed.

“Bucky was back three hours ago! Where have you been?”

“Taking care of a loose end Baby. It’s all good. It’s over.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yea, positive.” He murmurs then presses a kiss to your lips, “I got you Baby.”

“I know.” You murmur before kissing him and Steve knows, without a doubt, that he’d do whatever it takes to keep you safe.

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thesugarclubs-blog · 1 year

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Take The Chance - Sam Wilson x OC

warnings: post-TFATWS Sam Wilson, strangers to lovers, first date vibes, pure fluff

word count: 8.8k

WP: https://www.wattpad.com/1305965217-take-the-chance-talia

authors note: every month for 2023 we've decided to give ourselves a challenge; this month being Sam Wilson. For many of us, this is our first time writing him, so please be kind! We hope you enjoy reading this as much as we enjoyed writing it! 💙

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“We’re home!” Sarah called into the house, as AJ ran around her through the door and straight up the stairs. “Clean your room! Do not go bug your brother!” She called after him, closing the door.

Sam laughed as he rounded the corner from the kitchen, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning on the archway. He had come back to stay with Sarah and the boys for a while on his downtime to help her out where he could. It was his favorite place to be aside from up in the sky. Being home, surrounded by his community and the ones he loved always reminded him what exactly it was that he was fighting for.

“So, how much trouble is he in?” He quipped, smirking at his sister.

Sarah shook her head and sighed, “Surprisingly none, his teacher said he’s doing great this year. Even read me one of his creative writing assignments, which sounded suspiciously like a story about Captain America” She laughed.

Uncrossing his arms, Sam held his hands up in defense, “Whatever he told you, I didn’t help him write it - I just, you know, gave him some pointers! The rest was all him.”

“Whatever you did earned him a B minus, so I guess I owe you a thank you,” Sarah rolled her eyes as she pushed past her brother. “I ran into Talia on our way out of the school…”

“Don’t start this again, Sarah,” Sam warned.

She spun around and crossed her arms over her chest, “And don’t you use your Captain America voice on me! I’m just saying, I’ve known her for years and I think you two would get along”

Deep in his heart, Sam knew that his sister meant well, but after everything that had gone on with the flag smashers, he didn’t want to put someone else's life in danger just because they knew him. He wouldn’t risk it.

Sam shook his head and sucked in a deep breath, “And I’m just saying, I’m good. I’m happy. Can we drop it now?”

“You need a life outside of being Cap, Sam,” Sarah murmured softly as Sam wordlessly followed his sister back into the kitchen. They worked around each other, Sam prepping whatever Sarah passed him from the pantry ready for dinner as she made a grocery list, and he thought about how to respond.

“I have a life outside of that, here. With my family. And Bucky, when he’s up for being sociable.”

Sarah side-eyed him, leaning against the counter with a look that screamed ‘you just said the wrong thing, big brother.’

“Spending your days fixin’ up my porch and playin’ catch with your nephews is all well and good, Sammy, but don’t you get lonely?”

Sam sighed, trained his features not to give the truth away and instead turned to the fridge.

“You want me to check what needs stocking up in here?”

“Deflection only works so long,” Sarah hummed. “Don’t you want to find love like mom and dad had?”

“Sarah,” he leaned against the door of the fridge and dropped his gaze to the floor. Same conversation over and over, he’d rather be shot at than combat the emotional warfare Sarah waged on him. “I know you’re just trying to help and you know I want that, it’s just not the right time,” he turned to look at her, “you’re out of milk.”

“Insufferable,” she groaned, scribbling more to her list. “You act more like dad every day.”

“That’s not so bad. Qualifies me for one of those mid-afternoon snore naps he used to take in the living room,” Sam laughed.

Sarah let out one of the most ridiculous, almost condescending cackles that Sam had ever heard. It reminded him of their mother’s laugh and his sister emulated her almost perfectly when she chucked the keys to the truck at him with more sass than anyone in their family knew how to handle.

“The hell it does. Take your ass to the store or else nobody is eating tonight.” Sarah instructed, holding out the list she had written.

“So bossy, this is why you had no friends in school.” Sam joked, snatching the paper from her and grabbing the pen from where she dropped it on the counter to add milk to the list.

“Add a girlfriend to that list as well.” Sarah shot back with a smile and they both laughed in a mocking manner toward each other in a way that only siblings could.

There was a distant crash from upstairs, followed by a series of grunts and thuds. The boys were definitely up to something. Sarah groaned, hanging her head down- but Sam could see a grin tugging at the corners of her mouth. “AJ! Cass! You aren’t Avengers!”

The thuds stopped for a moment and were immediately followed by the pounding of footsteps. They echoed through the house and Sam couldn’t help but laugh. Memories of him and Sarah growing up in this house, doing the exact same thing, flooded his mind.

They heard the boys trip and tumble down the stairs, arguing over something to do with video games. Sam pocketed the grocery list and pen and snuck towards the stairs, staying out of view. Sarah laughed and shook her head. “I’m staying out of this,” Sam heard her mutter.

As soon as he could see the top of AJ’s head, Sam lifted him up and swung him over his shoulder. “Now you’ve done it,” Sam said, purposely lowering his voice. He faked the sternest look he could as Cass roared with laughter. “You’re making me use my Captain America voice!”

“Oh no! He got us!” AJ laughed hysterically, pretending to struggle in his uncle’s arms. Sam’s heart swelled as he continued to parade around the kitchen with AJ flung over his shoulder, a chorus of giggles and screams filling the room.

“Okay! Okay, boys, no roughhousing inside remember?” Sarah enunciated, including Sam in that. He rolled his eyes but set AJ down. “AJ, is your room clean?”

He wouldn’t look at his mom and Sam laughed. “Have fun with this, I’ll be back.”

“Where are you going?” Cass asked. “Can I come?”

Sam hummed, glancing down at his nephew. “Hmm, I don’t know.”

“Please!!” Cass whined, “I’ll help get the groceries!”

Sarah leaned against the archway and glanced up at Sam. “Take him. Maybe I’ll give AJ a chance to focus on his room.” She offered throwing her youngest a pointed look.

Sam chuckled and nodded clapping his hand on Cass’ shoulder. “Alright, kiddo let’s go,”

Cass’ smile widened along with his eyes, “Can we—“

“No Wings!” Both Sarah and Sam said in unison.

“But it’s so much faster!”

“And I’m not letting my child fly through the air like a bird,” Sarah shook her head and stepped towards Cass, her hands cupping his face, “not until you're fifty and gray and I’m long gone. Then you can be reckless with your Uncle.”

"Hey!" Sam quipped, trying to bite back a smirk.

He knew it was true realistically, but his sister didn't have to throw him completely under the bus. After taking Cass to school one time that way because he was late, suddenly it had become the only way he wanted to travel. One of the perks of having a superhero for an uncle.

Sarah just cocked her eyebrow at him and shook her head, as she spouted off a few other things they needed from the store.

"Cass, you listen to Uncle Sam, okay?" She said when she was finished, leaning her elbows on the counter and looking between the two of them.

"Yeah yeah!" He mocked, slumping toward the door dramatically.

Sam laughed, and went to follow his nephew, "If you think of anything else, just call"

Moving from behind the counter, Sarah placed her hand on Sam's chest, stopping him for a moment, "You wrote down girlfriend, right?" She poked, her facial expression turning serious for a moment, "Even Captain America needs someone to take care of him."

Sam didn’t give her the satisfaction of a real answer. Just sighed and waved his hand about half heartedly before flashing her a toothy grin as he ushered Cass out the door.

“You think you’re gonna find a girlfriend at the grocery store?” Cass asked as they climbed into the pickup, a skeptical eyebrow raised that was all Sarah Wilson.

“You can shut your pie hole too, or I won’t let you pick dessert,” Sam countered, firing the truck to life and turning the radio all the way up.

The grocery store wasn’t too busy for a Saturday and Sam was grateful the fewer people he had to shake hands with the better.

Not that it bothered him, the folks of the small town were so proud of him and they made sure he knew it.

“Get a cart,” Sam pointed to his right as the glass doors slid open. “No rusty wheel like last time,” he reminded him.

Nothing worse than trying to keep a low profile when the shopping cart sounds like a dying cat.

Cass darted off to find one with good wheels and Sam waited for him inside, staring at the flowers neatly bundled on display. He picked up a small bouquet mixed with pink and yellow flowers.

“Who are those for?” Cass slid up beside him, riding the cart like a scooter.

“Your mom,” he said setting them inside.

“Did we do something wrong?” Cass raised an eyebrow.

“No,” Sam patted him on the shoulder, “you should always bring your mom flowers. She deserves them more often.”

“For what?” The kid laughed.

“For putting up with the three of us all the time,” Sam shook his head.

“I don’t know about you but I’m fantastic.” Cass declared, his mother’s sass dripping from his mouth, and Sam couldn’t help but chuckle.

They strolled through the supermarket, going aisle by aisle starting in the produce section and saving the frozen goods and dairy for last. Cass stayed close, reading the list from behind Sam and running down the aisle to grab things he saw they needed, always being the helpful young man Sarah had raised him to be. It was times like these, the times when he was alone with his nephews that Sam felt just the slightest hints of heartache thinking about how much time he had missed with them and his sister in the five years he had been snapped out of existence.

Sure, it was just a food run but Sam wouldn’t have traded it for anything else. He was making up for lost time, trying his best to be the responsible male role model that they needed. Everything he did was for them and Sarah, of course, she always thought he was just trying to be a patriot and the perfect All-American man but it wasn’t a sense of honor or duty at all. Sam just wanted to make sure his nephews grew up in a world that valued the lives of people who looked like them, and that the world was safe for Sarah, AJ, and Cass.

He tried not to think like that too much though, always making sure that he checked himself and was grateful for the things he had in life. A great family and great friends and yeah, that did include the grumpy cyborg who once ripped a steering wheel from his hands. Sam laughed at the memory of Bucky as he grabbed a can of tomato sauce off the shelf, tossing it into his cart nonchalantly before looking up and not seeing Cass anywhere.

"Shit," he hissed, his heart rate spiking instantly. It wasn't a huge grocery store, but it was big enough for a kid to get lost in... or wander out the front door. "Hey, Cass! Where'd you go?!"

He tried not to panic as he pushed his cart down the aisle and got to the end, his head whipping right and then left. No sign of Cass. Until he heard what sounded like an impression of him.

"He's all, 'Cass, you can't do that! Cass, put that down! I'm Captain America and I make the rules!'"

It was terrible. He was trying to deepen his voice, but it was cracking. Honestly, it was worse than Bucky's impressions of him, and that was saying a lot. But it was definitely Cass's voice coming from the next aisle. Sam sighed and headed down the next aisle, spotting Cass talking to a woman with red hair and a soft, gorgeous smile. Her nose scrunched up when she laughed and Sam's stomach flipped.

"Hey!" He called. "For one, Cass, that's a terrible impression. Two, you can't just wander off like that!"

The woman laughed, a gentle hand reaching out to touch Cass’ shoulder - Sam noticed the way her eyes crinkled as she smiled, small dimples adorning her cheeks.

He felt something flutter in his stomach - Play it cool, Cap, he told himself. Probably because he skipped lunch today. Definitely not the beautiful woman standing in front of him.

He stuck his hand out, a warm smile plastered to his face. “I’m Sam. Sorry if my nephew is bothering you.”

She took his hand softly but fully, not shying away from him. Before she could introduce herself, Cass was huffing.

“She’s my teacher Uncle Sam, that’s Ms. Graham!”

Sam stared at his nephew for a moment, the name wracking through his brain. "Ms. Graham...as in.."

"Cass' teacher..." She finished with a sly grin, "and Sarah's friend, Talia."

His eyes went wide for a moment, another smile beaming across her face as the realization hit him. "Right! It's uh," He paused, realizing he was still holding her hand he glanced down at where they were linked, "you probably want this back..."

She breathed a laugh as he let go of her. The sound struck something within him. "It's nice to finally meet you in person Sam. Cass talks a lot about his uncle Captain America" Talia whispered the last two words, with a wink.

“Whatever he’s told you, I swear it wasn’t my fault!” Sam protested with a grin, folding his arms across his chest.

He might have flexed, just a little.

“So Cass telling me he flew to school the other week had nothing to do with you?” Talia smirked.

He threw a quick, playful glare to the boy. Hearing him muffle a giggle behind his palm and trying to give his best innocent face while his uncle sweated out an answer.

"In my defense; I didn't want him to be late more than he already was and we did not cross any speed limits," Sam said with the best straight face he could muster, her lips widened in a breathtaking laugh, the corners of her eyes crinkling adorably and it only made his own smile grow at sight.

Talia's deep blue eyes flickered between Sam and Cass, as a sweet smile stayed on her plump pink lips, "Well, I guess getting him to school on time was top priority."

There was a strange fuzzy feeling deep in Sam's belly that he couldn't quite place. Maybe something he'd eaten that morning wasn't sitting right. But every time the girl in front of him flashed those eyes or her bright smile, it felt as if an eruption of fireworks was going off in his chest.

"Always," Sam softly smiled and ruffled Cass' head, gently nudging him to the side.

Cass pulled a face but went quiet beside him and Talia met Sam’s gaze with fond eyes.

“Well, I won’t keep you guys. Looks like you’ve got a long list there,” she said suddenly, hands already poised on her shopping cart.

Sam smiled, desperately trying to think of a way to keep the conversation going. There was usually a reason he didn’t listen to his sister but having now met Talia, he wasn’t going to let the opportunity pass.

“We’re almost done, actually. Cass here just needs to choose a dessert but maybe we could—“

Before Sam could finish his sentence, Cass waved the shopping list in his face.

“Wait! There’s still one more thing on the list, Uncle Sam!” He interrupted, “riiiight at the bottom there. Maybe Miss Graham could help us find it?”

Sam narrowed his eyes at Cass, “I’m not above stuffing you in a garbage can,” he whisper warned. “I got friends in high places kid,” he reached for the grocery list.

“What is it?” She asked, looking between the two.

“Uncle Sam was complaining earlier that mom buys gross coffee,” Cass started in and Sam thought about pinching him to shut him up.

“I do not complain,” Sam defended himself but Cass waved the grocery list in the air. A silent threat. Sam instantly regretted teaching them the art of warfare.

Sam looked from the list in Cass’s hand to Talia and back. He had a feeling what he had written on there. He reached over and snatched it out of his hand.

“I put girlfriend on the list. Since mum said so too. Maybe you could ask Ms. Graham to help you out with that” Cass grinned.

Sam merely glared at the kid, heat rising in his face and through his ears. Talia’s eyes had gone wide and she let out the cutest laugh, covering her mouth quickly as if trying to take it back.

“That’s not on the list.” Sam insisted, shaking his head at the woman.

“Oh, it’s not?” She questioned, cocking an eyebrow at him.

“Definitely not,” Sam repeated nervously, crumpling the list in his fist when Cass began protesting, trying the pry the paper from his uncle's hand to show his teacher that he was not a liar.

"Cass, stop."

"You stop!" Cass protested. "Gimme the list! I wrote it down!"

"Cass..." Sam warned.

"You're making me look bad in front of Ms. Graham, dude!" Cass yelped as Sam held the paper high above his head, his nephew desperately jumping to grab it. He bumped up against Sam in an effort to knock him over. Sam felt his face heating up with each passing second. This kid had no tact. He definitely got that from his mom.

"Hey!" Sam barked as Talia's shoulders shook with laughter, her face red, and one hand covering her mouth. "You don't call your uncle dude."

"Then ask Ms. Talia to be your girlfriend!" He grunted jumping to reach Sam's hand that was still too high for him to reach.

Talia's brows knit together, her face still beet red and a grin to die for hiding behind her hand. Sam winced, glancing over at her as he stood firm against his nephew.

I'm sorry. He mouthed to her before glaring at Cass, "Listen Kiddo, there's more than just asking someone that. You have to..."

"Date," Talia interrupted earning a soft glance from Sam.

"That's right, you have to date someone first," He finished, "it takes time, so why don't you go pick out the dessert for tonight?"

With a frustrated huff, Cass stopped his assault on his uncle and stomped off towards the dessert aisle. Sam shook his head with a wry smile and turned his full attention to Talia,

“He’s a bit…much, but I guess you already know that,” he said.

“It’s fine, honestly. He’s a cute kid,” Talia smiled back.

"Yeah, when he's not being a little shit." He embarrassingly turned away from her to watch the kid.

Sam kept an eye on Cass as he stood far from them doing his job of choosing dessert, the woman's warm presence next to him was a little distracting. Maybe even welcomed.

She didn't leave immediately which only served to power the butterflies taking residence in his belly.

"I'm really sorry about him," he turned his eyes back on her and she was already smiling up at him, "I hope we didn't bother you."

He tried to subtly tuck the paper in his pocket but the crinkling noise it made had her letting out a soft chuckle.

"It's okay."

"Come on, Uncle Sam! Are you gonna ask her out or what?" Cass called down the aisle, as he waved a chocolate cake in the air. "Can't cross it off the list until you do" He snipped.

Sam sucked in a deep breath and sucked his teeth, as he rubbed his hand against his forehead, willing himself not to kill his nephew in public. The idea bounced around in his head for a moment, as he watched Talia's eyes flicker to their shoes and back up again. Man, this girl was pretty.

Clearing his throat, Sam swiped his tongue along his bottom lip, "Look, he's not going to stop bugging me if I let this pass by, so would you like to grab a coffee with me tomorrow?" He finally asked.

She giggled once more, and nodded her head once, "I'd love to..." She softly smiled, looking up and meeting his dark eyes. "You know, to save your sanity," Talia commented, shooting him a wink.

“Did she say yes?!” Cass’ voice carried through the store so loudly that several people stopped what they were doing, curious and then disappointed when they realized they hadn’t actually just happened across a proposal in the middle of the dessert aisle.

Sam wrangled Cass into a soft choke hold the moment he stopped beside them, “seriously, man. You gotta work on your inside voice.”

“I’ll add that to Monday’s lesson plan,” Talia giggled, “what did you choose, Cass?”

She gestured to the box in the boy’s hands and he held it up with a cheeky grin.

“Key lime pie,” he replied, wiggling out of Sam’s hold. And then in a stage whisper, he leaned in and added, “it’s his favourite.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” she nodded.

“So tomorrow?” Sam looked from Cass to Talia with his eyebrow raised. “I promise to leave motor-mouth at home.”

“Hey!” Cass groaned.

“You have homework I’m sure isn’t done,” Taila turned her gaze to his nephew.

Sam’s breath hitched as the last of the afternoon sun peered through the front windows of the store and reflected through Talia’s icy blue eyes.

“I think getting you a boyfriend should earn me an A!” Cass laughed as both Talia and Sam groaned no simultaneously.

“Well… I guess that’s everything then. We better get going, otherwise, my sister will be mad that we’re late for dinner” Sam said as he began to push the cart to the checkout. Talia followed close behind.

As they were standing in line Sam turned around.

“Uhhh… did you want to give me your number? Or I could give you mine? So we could … you know, plan for tomorrow?” He asked nervously pulling out his phone and almost dropping it. Talia giggled as she pulled out her phone.

“Fire away Captain.” She teased, waiting for him to recite his number to her and he did, almost forgetting it in the process.

She seemed to sense his nervousness, contemplating something as she smiled, lips pressed tightly together as her fingers typed something out.

His phone dinged immediately, her number now locked securely in and he flashed her as confident a smile as he could muster, not bothering to glance at what she had sent him.

“I’ll uh… message you later then.” He huffed, trying to keep his heart from bursting out of his chest as he handed the cashier his card.

"Great," she replied as she loaded her stuff onto the conveyor belt while Sam paid and Cass made a big show of grabbing all of the bags at once. Talia laughed as Cass tried to hold them up over his head and nearly toppled over.

"You need to do some more push-ups," Sam teased as the cashier handed him his receipt. He turned to Talia and winked, some of that charm flooding back instinctually.

"See you later, Sam," she laughed. "Bye, Cass!"

"Bye, Ms. Graham!" Cass called as they headed out of the store, the boy struggling with the bags as he walked.

"Cass, give me some of those," Sam chuckled as he took two of the four bags and Cass heaved a sigh of relief. They loaded them into the car and Cass sprinted for the driver's side.

"I call shotgun!"

Sam chuckled.

"Not in a million years. How're you gonna drive with no keys?"

Cass rolled his eyes but reluctantly walked to the passenger side door and opened it as Sam got in. His phone buzzed, but he ignored it as he started up the car.

"Are you gonna get that?" Cass teased. "It might be your girlfriend."

Sam grinned and shook his head.

"It's probably your uncle Buck. I bet he broke the TV again."

Cass laughed, the sound filling the car. "Hopefully the remote isn't stuck in the tv screen like last time. Mom was so mad at him."

Sam chuckled, shaking his head. "You tell the cyborg once to boot up Netflix and its like he's trying to crack some sort of ancient code."

"Which should be easy for him since he is ancient," Cass giggled leaning against the car door.

"Careful, he's got super hearing, you don't know what happens if he hears you call him that," Sam teased as continued the drive home. Cass froze in the seat next to him, wide-eyed and looking terrified. "Just sayin'..." Sam laughed.

“Don’t tell him I said that Uncle Sam. Pleeease!” Cass begged dramatically, gripping his Uncle’s arm.

“How ‘bout you stop trying to set me up with your teacher and I won’t tell your Uncle Buck you called him ancient, hmmm?” Sam teased.

“Aww but…” Cass began but was interrupted.

“I see how it is,” Sam nodded, reaching for his phone. “I’m just gonna give him a quick call right now…”

"No! I'm sorry! I was just doing what mom told me!" Cass shouted, looking terrified. Sam howled and nudged his nephew's head.

Bucky was always a great threat to use against the boys. As much as they loved him, and Bucky had fun with them, both boys still seemed to be a little bit scared of him and Sam loved using that to his advantage. The super soldier had been a great addition to their little family and had slowly become another fun uncle to the boys.

Throughout the rest of the evening, a soft smile stayed plastered on Sam's face as thoughts of the redhead's icy blue eyes and sweet laughter echoed through his head.

Sam liked Sundays in Delacroix more than anything. When he was younger, it meant family trips to church and cookouts.

Today, however, he found himself rummaging through the one duffle bag he packed looking for something appropriate to wear for a coffee date.

Not that he was nervous, Sam liked to think of himself as a natural dater when he didn’t have his 11-year-old nephew as a wingman. But he wanted to look good for Talia like he had his shit together.

When he finally found something, he jogged downstairs to the smell of pancakes and bacon — and a double take from Sarah as he appeared in the kitchen.

“And who are you dressed up all nice for?”

Sam opened his mouth to come up with an excuse but Cass slid in to answer for him, “he’s going to meet Ms. Graham for coffee.”

Cass pointed his finger to his mouth and pretended to gag.

“Snitch,” Sam tossed a piece of bacon into his mouth, his hand short of being slapped by Sarah.

“Talia?” Sarah leaned over, flipping the pancakes. “I couldn’t have predicted that,” she laughed under her breath.

“I got cornered,” he shot a look at Cass.

“Well you look handsome,” she patted his chest with the palm of her hand as she turned to set the towering plate of pancakes on the table.

Sam took a seat and grabbed a plate and took some pancakes. Despite being nervous about the coffee date he was excited to see Talia again.

“So… where are you taking Talia?” Sarah asked handing Cass the orange juice.

"We're just going for coffee. Figured I'd do something simple."

"Oh, so I guess that means more of this for me," Sara replied as she grabbed his empty mug. Sam put his hand over hers and shook his head, laughing.

"Hey, whoa. Let's not get crazy, okay? Fill that up." Sarah arched an eyebrow and tilted her head to the side. He knew better than to piss off his sister, so he plastered on a big smile before adding, "Please, Sarah?"

She frowned at him as she poured him a cup and he sighed as he picked up his fork. Cass looked up at him.

"Are you scared of Talia?"

"Why're you asking?" Sam laughed as the question caught him off guard.

"You're sweating," Cass observed. His brother nodded beside him.

"Big time."

Sam's throat clenched a little. This job was lonely, and it was hard. Grueling. What if things went really well and they started seeing each other regularly? He'd be away a lot, on missions and assignments. Since he got the job, he'd been reluctant to branch out and start dating again. Sam just accepted that it was a part of his life that he wouldn't be able to fully embrace; that he wouldn't be able to be there for another person because he was trying to save the whole damn world all the time. He smiled at Cass despite the ache in his chest. Sarah stared at him from across the table, her eyes a little misty as she watched him. She always knew what he was thinking. They'd been in sync since they were kids.

"Just a little," Sam replied as he cleared his throat.

“You shouldn’t be,” Cass replied easily, having no clue what his uncle was thinking. “Ms. Graham is the coolest. She’s kinda tough sometimes but she almost always lets me line up first for recess because I finish my work first.”

Sam smiled, nudging his nephew lightly. “Thanks, kid, I needed that.”

With a deep breath, he glanced back over at Sarah. She smiled softly at him, the one she always did when he needed a little more reassurance and courage.

“Just be you, don’t worry about five years from now, or even tomorrow Sam, just enjoy the day with her.” Sarah encouraged taking a sip of her coffee, “you can worry about the rest later.”

Sam nodded his head. He could do that, focus just on her. And those eyes. And the freckles that speckled her cheeks like constellations.

The drive to the coffee shop wasn’t long but Sam’s mind whirled, filled with the voices of his nephews, who’d shouted advice at him even as he was walking out of the door.

”Just be yourself.”

”Make sure you smile.”

”Yeah, but a normal smile, not your weird smile.”

He managed to find a space close to the entrance, parked up and then sat in his car for a moment, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel.

"Ok, we can do this... It's just a date," He mumbled to himself, as he sucked in a shaky breath, catching the glimpse of Talia's fiery red hair glinting in the sunlight as she came to a stop outside the coffee shop and shot him that gorgeous smile of hers.

Sam returned the smile, and hopped out of the truck, "Good timing," he commented, running his hand over the back of his neck. "You look... Wow, beautiful" He stammered as he came to stand in front of her.

Talia chuckled, and grinned up at him, "Looking pretty good yourself there, Sam"

The dark navy blue cardigan that hung around her shoulders made the blue in her eyes pop out even more, and Sam felt his breath catch in his throat as he looked at her. He cleared his throat, noticing that he'd been staring at her, and moved to open the coffee shop door, "Shall we?" he smirked.

“Such a gentleman,” Talia smiled, thanking him with a gentle touch to his arm as she passed by.

Sam’s heart was pounding, rushing in his ears. He took a deep breath and followed her into the coffee shop, eyeing up a table in the corner where it would be quiet enough for them to actually talk.

“Did you wanna go take a seat over there and I’ll order us some drinks?” He asked, flashing her a smile. His usual smile because it’s damn charming, thank you very much.

Talia beamed back at him, eyes bright and cheek dimpled adorably.

“I’ll have a mocha, white chocolate… with vanilla, please.” She said bashfully, “major sweet tooth.”

Sam wasted no time ordering their drinks, and as he went to collect them the young girl behind the counter met him with a smile, “on the house.” She said sliding a chocolate croissant toward him. “She orders one every morning.”

“Thank you,” he said picking up the plate as he juggled the coffees in his hands.

Talia watched him with a sweet smile as he made his way carefully toward her.

She was so pretty, his hands were starting to sweat. Be cool, he told himself. He was usually so much better at this, but being snapped, taking up the mantle, and throwing himself into this job-- no, this life-- meant that he felt like a fish out of water a lot of the time. He flashed her a warm smile and tucked himself into the chair, handing her her coffee.

And then the awkward silence found them. She sipped at her drink and he did the same, not knowing what to say to her. Panic started to set in and he took a deep breath.

"So, what does Sam Wilson do on his days off? Aside from taking a broke teacher out for coffee? Thank you, by the way."

She winked at him and took another sip of her drink. She was charming, he had to admit that. It almost felt like she sensed how nervous he was. He chuckled, relief flooding his body. She didn't ask what Captain America did, she asked about Sam. He could have cried. He didn't, but he could have.

"The pleasure's all mine. And, uh, aside from Sunday breakfast with my sister and my nephews--"

"I believe you called them little shits."

He threw his head back and laughed.

"Only sometimes. But I don't do much. Free time is a bit of a luxury I'm not often afforded. I'd say taking a pretty woman out for coffee has been a nice end to the week."

Talia looked up at him through her lashes, her chin tilted down and a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “Home run, slugger,” she teased. Sam could feel a cold sweat immediately rise to the surface of his palms- she was good at banter and her eyes were entrancing. He was in trouble.

They continued to stare into each other’s eyes- Talia’s hand lightly traced the edge of her mug and Sam’s eyes were immediately drawn to the movement. He noticed how slender and delicate her hands were, adorned with a few rings. He found himself wondering what it would feel like to walk hand in hand with her-

“So,” he cleared his throat and immediately wiped his palms on his thighs under the table. God forbid they hold hands later and he’s as clammy as a teenager. “What do you do on your days off?”

“I spend it with my family and friends. My kids get my week, and everyone else gets my weekend. And sometimes, like now, I get to spend it on myself,” Talia winked at Sam, a warm smile on her face, and he felt a stirring in his chest, his heart beating faster than usual.

The conversation lulled a little as they sipped at their drinks and Talia shared the croissant and secret smiles with him across the table.

Sam couldn’t remember the last time he felt like this, all warm and fluttery just from eye contact. At least his nerves had settled, soothed by easy conversation and good coffee. It was nice to just be Sam Wilson for a little while, and that helped too.

“How long are you in town for?” Talia asked as they finish up the pastry. And just like that, Sam was reminded that his time back home was temporary, always would be for as long as he was Captain America.

His heart squeezed a little as the panic spread. It had been a long time since he felt that pang of fear and sadness. Almost a twist of regret, as he stared across the table at her, knowing she expected an answer.

Leaving Sarah and the boys had become natural. Sad, sure but something that had turned routine for the four of them. Talia was a new variable, one he hadn’t planned for but now sat stunned because the fear of leaving her crept up on him without warning.

“I'm never sure,” he nodded, “sometimes it’s weeks, months but someone always calls.”

“That must be difficult,” she reached across the table and linked her fingers to his, steadying the tremor in his palm. “Leaving them I mean,” she said.

“Leaving is easy, it’s coming home to overworked Sarah and confused Cass and AJ that my heart doesn’t agree with,” Sam admitted uncomfortably. “Always feels like I’m making excuses for saving the world.”

"You shouldn't have to," Talia said softly.

He chuckled. and smiled at her, their fingers still linked.

He wanted to unload the weight in his chest. He wanted to tell her to run, that what she wanted to dive into was bad for her. He was bad for her. She'd be alone a lot, missing him. They'd have to get by through texts and phone calls-- and that's if service was available and decent. He'd come home battered and bruised, and she'd want to take care of him. He couldn't burden another person with that.

Instead, he just whispered, "that's sweet of you to say."

"I meant it," she replied.

Talia kept her blue eyes focused on his. Sam could feel the familiar sting of tears and furiously blinked. He wasn’t ashamed to cry, but damn, he did not want to cry on their first date. It seemed too vulnerable- like he would push her away even if he didn’t verbally warn her about the mess that was being an Avenger. He started to tug his hand away to grab a napkin, but Talia’s fingers wrapped tighter around his.

“Hey,” she cooed, sitting up in her chair. “I can’t pretend to know what it’s like to be you, to have your job…” Talia continued looking at him, her eyes soft and filled with kindness. “But you’re here right now. And that means everything to Sarah and the boys.”

Sam felt his heart clench, a lump in his throat and he nodded, gently squeezing her slender fingers. He placed an elbow on the table, covering and rubbing his jaw with his free hand, trying to get himself back together.

Talia let him take his time, then quietly asked, “Would you like to take a walk? I always find that fresh air helps everything.”

Sam felt his heart trip again and nearly stuttered as he replied, “That sounds like a great idea.”

The two of them drank the last drops of their coffees and headed back out into the street, Sam once more opening the door and allowing Talia out first, like the gentleman he was raised to be. He moved around her, grazing his hand on her lower back as he passed and made sure she was walking on the inside away from the road. He wasn't sure anymore if it was his southern upbringing or his newly-formed hero self, but there was always that ting of protection mode in the back of his mind.

"Okay tell me, what got you into teaching?" He questioned, their hands brushing together, allowing him to link his pinky gently with hers.

Talia took a deep breath of fresh air, and looked up to the sky for a moment, "My younger sister..." She spoke softly. "She's quite a bit younger than me, and I was always helping her with homework, teaching her how to ride a bike, you know stuff like that... I guess teaching for me was just the natural next step"

“You’re good at it,” Sam murmured softly and Talia glanced up at him with an adorably confused smile.

“And how would you know that?”

“I get to see the evidence of it in Cass. He speaks so highly of you, not to mention how much Sarah gushes over you. You’re shaping young minds, takes special people to do that.”

Talia blushed and Sam tried to commit to memory the soft pink hue behind her freckles and the way her eyes creased at the corners as she grinned up at him.

“Well thank you, I try my best. And I love those kids, they’ve all got something to bring to the table, y’know? Compassionate, smart…”

“Always running their mouth,” Sam laughed, “or is that just my nephew?”

She nudged him with her body as they walked down the street, “I wouldn’t be much of a teacher if I talked badly about my students,” she laughed. “But Cass is too clever for his own good.”

“I won’t tell him if you don’t,” Sam encouraged.

“Our little secret,” Talia cooed.

"Thanks, I don't need that kid's ego getting bigger." He smirked. "It's almost the size of mine."

Talia snorted with laughter and shook her head. They walked in silence for a little while and she bumped her shoulder against him. Sam couldn't stop thinking about how pretty she was, and how every time he looked over at her, he felt something pull at his chest. Something inside of him was trying to keep that door shut, but here she was, kicking it down over and over again.

Talia sighed and he glanced over to see her looking around as people strolled past them.

"Are you going to ask me what made me want to be Captain America?" He asked.

She smirked and shook her head.

"Nope," she replied. "I already know the answer to that."

He couldn't stop smiling as he raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, you do, do you?" His tone was teasing, but the look in her eyes told him that she was serious.

"Yup. You're a good man with a good heart, standing up for what's right." She turned to him. "Call me crazy, but I'm more interested in you, not the shield you pick up to save the world."

Boom. Talia’s words broke the hinges right off the damn door that was holding him back.

Sam stopped walking, feet planted firmly on the pavement. He could feel confidence coursing through his veins. As Talia went to take another step forward, he lightly tugged their linked pinkies back, twirling her around. The giggle that escaped her lips set a fire in the very center of his chest.

His other hand quickly found her waist and she stepped directly in front of him, their shoes almost touching. It was like a dance move. She linked all her fingers through his hand and giggled again, taking another step forward and pulling her body closer to his.

“Is this okay?” he asked, his voice steady. “I don’t mean to be this forward, you’re just so… I think you’re-” He couldn’t find the right word. Wonderful? Incredible? Impossibly amazing?

Talia smiled, looking up at him through her lashes. “Yeah, I think you are too,” she whispered.

She tilted her head up towards him, her eyes fixed on his lips. Sam couldn’t believe his luck. He leaned down and brushed his lips against hers gently. She leaned into the kiss and Sam moved his hand from her waist to the small of her back. He pulled away, feeling like the wind had been knocked out of him.

Talia looked up into his eyes, a twinkle in them that Sam immediately wanted to see again and again.

Sam cupped her face gently, thumbs stroking her cheekbones, leaning down again, pausing just before they touched. Talia closed the gap easily, already moving, and Sam smiled into the kiss before focusing on the feel of her lips against his, soft but not afraid.

Every nerve in Sam's body ignited and in that moment all he wanted to do was keep kissing her. The feeling of her lips, the way her fingers curled into the fabric of his sweater. For a moment, his fears and sadness disappeared with the world around them. All that there was, was the two of them.

Sam pulled back and rested his forehead against hers, brushing the tips of their noses together, "If I don't stop now, I'm just going to keep kissing you..." He whispered, pulling a giggle from her plump kiss bitten lips.

"And is that such a bad thing?" She teased, moving to look up at him and pressing her body into his.

There was no way Sam would admit to Sarah that she was right, or thank Cass for pushing him into this. But this girl really was great for him. Both of them different kinds of heroes; for once he was on a date where someone was interested in him and not just being on a date with Captain America.

He brushed a small lock of red hair back behind her ear and stole another small kiss from her soft lips.

“You up for a walk?” Sam asked his lips hovering above hers.

“Lead the way,” she smiled.

He moved back from her, turning toward the pier he started to walk. Not noticing that she had stopped to tie her shoe until her hand linked into the crook of her elbow.

“On your left,” she whispered as she slid into place, resting her head on his shoulder.

He looked down at her, heart pounding harder than it ever had before and for the first time in a long time he felt relaxed.

It was still warm, the sun lingering on them for a little while longer. As they got to the pier, she leaned up against him and Sam spotted a couple of benches that faced the water. He felt a lump in his throat, remembering his parents. Every single Saturday night, his dad took his mom out for a nice dinner, and then they walked along the pier and made sure to get there before sunset. They'd sit for hours, just talking. They had the kind of relationship that Sam always wanted.

"You okay?" Talia asked.

"Yeah," he managed to choke out. "Just, uh... my parents used to sit on that bench, watch the sunset together. My dad took her out here for their very first date. I always think about them when I come here. Makes me feel closer to them to be here."

Keeping their hands in a warm embrace, Talia snaked her other hand around his forearm. She traced over the fabric of his sweater and looked up at him. His heart almost burst at the sight of this gorgeous woman, wrapped around his arm. “Thank you for sharing that with me,” she whispered. “Let’s go sit for a bit.”

He nodded and they made their way to the closest bench, still walking closely together. He should have been tripping over his own feet but something about her kept him calm, steady. “This one okay?” she asked, breaking their half-embrace to plop down on a bench.

“That one’s perfect,” Sam said, smiling fondly. He sat down beside her, arm resting along the back of the bench, behind Talia. She leaned into him, slightly into his side, resting her hand on his knee, drumming a simple rhythm.

Taking in a deep breath, the two of the gazed out at the water in front of them. Sam took the moment to reflect on the other dates he'd had in the past few months. It dawned on him that none of them were actually interested in him. They hadn't even asked any real questions about himself, but Talia right off the bat just treated him as him. As Sam Wilson. His dark eyes turned and took in every piece of her. The small curls along her hairline, every freckle that adorned her cheeks, the way sunlight reflected in the sunbursts around her pupils.

"It really is beautiful isn't it?" Talia sighed, snuggling into him.

A soft smile crept back onto Sam's lips, unable to turn his eyes away from her, "Yeah, it really is" He whispered back.

Talia looked back up at him, and breathed out a small laugh when she realized he was looking at her, "You're just a big softy aren't you?" She asked, placing a kiss on his jawline.

Sam laughed, and squeezed her shoulder, "I have to admit something to you.."

"Oh no, you're not the real Sam Wilson, are you?" She teased.

"No," he laughed with her, "I know Cass was the reason you and I are out right now, but that's why I asked you out. Truth is, I actually wanted to, but I didn't know how. Cass just pushed me to get there."

“I’m glad he did,” she smiled rubbing her hands together.

“Are you cold?” He asked, unwrapping himself from her.

He turned slightly, taking her small hands between his and rubbing them as he brought his mouth closer and breathed warm air between them. She watched him carefully through her thick lashes as he warmed her hands.

“Thank you,” she leaned against his hold. “I see why your dad brought your mom out here,” she nodded toward the horizon.

Sam glanced at the water before returning his gaze to the blue sea in her eyes, sparkling in the sun.

“Yeah, I can see why too,” he whispered and placed a gentle kiss on her fingers. Talia’s cheeks flushed and she grinned, freeing one hand to stroke just above his ear, leaning in and kissing him.

Sam felt her melt into the kiss when his hands went to the back of her neck, supporting her head as he gently traced her lower lip before pulling away.

Every little kiss they shared and small giggle that left her lips engrained itself in Sam's memory and suddenly it was all he thought about. Sam could have sat there for hours tracing every feature of her beautiful face and taking in every little thing that she had to say. All the nerves in his body were on fire when the realization hit that it had been a long time since he'd felt this way for anyone. Bringing back that thought of what was going to happen when his duty called him back away. It was going to be something they would have to deal with together if she was up for it.

"As much as I really don't want this day to end..." Talia sucked in a deep breath and peppered his jawline with kisses. "I really do have grading to get done for tomorrow, and I am sure your nephews are sitting at the window waiting for you to come home," she teased.

Sam groaned, and pulled her tightly into his side, "I know you're right..." he whispered, turning to press his lips gently to her forehead, "I didn't realize how late it'd gotten" He chuckled.

The two of them stood and made their way back to where their cars were parked. Sam hooked an arm around Talia's waist and pulled her flush into his body. "So, can I take you out again?" He smirked down at her.

"Of your own volition, or is this Cass speaking again?" She smirked, curling a finger into the collar of his sweater.

Sam laughed, and dipped his head to trace his lips along her neck, "Oh this is definitely me asking..."

Talia hummed, and pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, "Then yes, I would absolutely love to see you again"

Bringing his face back up, and brushing their noses together, Sam smiled into her lips as his arms tightened around her. Finally, he let her go and the two of them said their goodbyes, with promises of another date. He watched her red hair swing over her shoulder as she walked away from him and rounded the corner to climb into her car.

Sam leaned against the hood of his truck, and sucked in a deep breath, grinning up at the clouds. He was never going to hear the end of this, but there was no way he couldn't not thank Sarah and Cass for pushing him into this. Sure, there was going to be some job stuff to figure out when he no doubt got pulled away for a case, but for some reason the way his heart swelled and the happiness he was finally feeling made it all worth it.

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nicoline1998enilocin · 6 months

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Flufftober Day 19 | We’ll always protect you

Pairing | Fiancé!Steve Rogers x Fiancée!Avenger!Female!Reader

Word count | 1.9K

Summary | It has always been Steve's dream to become a Dad, and suddenly, that opportunity seems closer than he could ever have envisioned. When a little girl is abandoned in front of the Avengers Compound, he can't help but take an immediate liking to her, and he feels the urge to keep her safe no matter what.

Warning(s) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Swearing, angst: Child abandonment (they’re left at the Compound), mention of infertility, mentions/descriptions of anxiety. Hurt/comfort.

Prompt(s) | 19. Keeping someone safe | @flufftober

A/n | I've been thinking of writing something like this for a while, and I'm happy I've finally got a chance to do it! I hope you will all enjoy this one. Writing was quite a challenge, but I hope I could do this topic at least a bit of justice.

Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 🧡

Divider is made by @cafekitsune | GIF credit to the owner

Main Masterlist | Steve Rogers Masterlist | Flufftober Masterlist

It is a beautiful spring day, and you and your fiancé, Steve, are on a run through New York together. In all fairness, he keeps his pace lower just so he can keep up with you, and he usually runs some more on a treadmill afterward, but the quality time together is always excellent.

"Can we... just for a... I need to stop," you pant as you slow your pace and come to a complete stop shortly after. Steve can't help but smile as he sees your bright red face from running, sweat dripping everywhere, and your hair a whole mess.

And still, despite all that, he can't keep his hands off you as he pulls you close for a much-needed kiss. Who needs air when you have a delicious super soldier who has to touch you constantly?

"It's not fair that I'm all sweaty, and you didn't even get a tinge of color on your cheeks from our run…" you say with a pout, though you're still thankful he wants to come along with you, even if it's just for some company.

He swiftly kisses your pout away with a sweet, tender kiss that has the butterflies in your stomach fly harder than usual.

"I can think of a good way to break a sweat when we're back, though," he says with a glint of mischief, and you already like where this is going.

"We better head back then, right?" you say after taking off, and Steve follows immediately until he matches your pace again. The last 2 miles went by in a blur, and before you know it, you're back at the Compound.

You're about to open the door when Steve suddenly stops, as his super soldier hearing is picking something up. He hears a faint cry somewhere and can't let it go, so he excuses himself.

When he rounds the corner and walks towards the garage of the Compound, the crying gets more significant, and that's when he sees it.

There's a baby wrapped in a thick bundle of blankets with a note tucked between the blankets on their belly, and they're crying uncontrollably. Steve can feel his heart breaking as he crouches to pick them up.

Before you can even ask what's going on, Steve's holding the baby close to his chest while rocking them back and forth slowly.

You gently get the note out of the blankets, and when you read it, your heart shatters into a million pieces. As you fight against the tears, you tell Steve what's on the card, though it's hard to do that and fight against your tears simultaneously.

Please, take good care of her because I can't do it; I'm sorry. She deserves a life I can't provide her, though I hope you can. Her name is Isabella, and she was born on October 12, 2023.

"Steve, she's only a week old! How can someone do this to her?!" you ask as you let the tears flow, and Steve is fighting against them as well, though he tries to be strong for the both of you.

"Let's bring her to Dr. Cho first to check her over, and after, we'll see what we have to do next, okay?" Steve says softly, and little Isabella has calmed down immensely, even falling asleep in Steve's arms.

"I just… I don't fucking get it!" You say as you let your anger take the best of you, and you immediately regret it as you wake up Isabella, who starts wailing.

"Sshhh, it's okay, Babygirl, you're safe with us. We'll always protect you," Steve shushes her, but you can't believe someone would do this to such a perfect human being.

After you've found out that you're infertile, it hits even closer to home, and you have to remove yourself from the situation before you do anything you'll regret later on.

"I- I can't, Steve. You take her, and I'm going to shower," you say without looking at him, knowing that if you do that, you will lash out at him even though none of this is either of your faults.

Steve takes little Isabella to the medbay in the meantime to have her looked over by Dr. Cho, and after some careful examinations, she has been deemed fully healthy, apart from a bit of malnourishment.

"I will give you a list of basics you need to get for her since she obviously won't be breastfeeding, but I also need to contact Child Protective Services, Captain Rogers," Dr. Cho explains, and Steve nods in understanding.

"I get it; I just hope they don't take her away from us. I don't think we'd be able to get through that, especially not with everything she's gone through," Steve says, referencing your infertility.

As it turns out, though, neither of you needed to worry about Isabella being taken away from the two of you.

Today is the last visit of the social worker before they decide if she can stay with the pair of you, and you've been anxious and walking on eggshells around everybody for about a week now.

"Munchkin, can you come here for a few seconds?" Steve asks, but you're too nervous, still pacing the room. You've changed your outfit three times and styled your hair just as many times.

The anxiety is taking over your mind and making Isabella nervous, too, but you haven't noticed that. Steve most definitely has, however, and he can't take it anymore.

"Okay, if you don't want to listen, I'm going to take matters into my own hands," he says as he walks over to you, pulling you into his chest, and you just let yourself melt into his touch as his strong arms hold you close to him.

"We're going to be okay; I know we will be. You heard what the lady said; we have nothing to be worried about because she has never seen two people who are more cut out to be parents than us," Steve says, and you can't help but let the tears flow, your hands fisted the back of his shirt.

"I just- We're so close, Steve! I can't lose her now... She's such a perfect little girl and deserves the life we can provide her. And- and I love her so much, it's like she's my daughter that I brought into this world," you say between sniffles.

"I know, Munchkin, but I have all the faith in the world that she can stay with us," Steve reassures you with lots of kisses. When there's a sudden knock on the door, you get snapped out of it and rush to the bathroom to fix your make-up.

Steve picks up Isabella, who is wearing a white playsuit with red hearts all over it and looks adorable. The social worker is ready to go immediately when he opens the door.

"Come on in; Y/N will be joining us in a few minutes," Steve says, and he offers her a drink, which she happily agrees to.

"Hi, I'm so sorry I wasn't here to greet you!" you say as you sit in front of the social worker, taking Isabella from Steve and giving her a bottle you prepared before walking into the living room.

"She's perfect, isn't she? And that little suit she's wearing makes you fall in love with her instantly," she says with a big smile, and you couldn't agree more.

Steve comes back soon after and sits down next to you, his arm laid over the back of the couch so he can still touch you.

"Well, I suppose I shall start with the good news first. I have had a few meetings with a judge, you two, of course, and one other social worker on this case to see if she can stay with the two of you, and I can officially congratulate the two of you! If you still want to, you can adopt little Isabella," she says, and you look over at Steve, tears streaming down both of your faces.

"Are- Are you sure?" you ask, and after one more confirmation, you let yourself sag against the back of the couch, still mindful of Isabella, who is happily drinking away.

A few weeks later, all three of you are at the courthouse to sign the adoption papers, and from that moment on, you're the proud parents of your little girl, Isabella Rogers.

When all three of you arrive back at the Avengers Compound, you are surprised by a small get-together Tony has planned for Isabella and the fact that you are finally having the family that you have dreamt of.

Everyone is taking their turns to cuddle with Isabella until it is time for her to get a bottle, and this time, Steve has taken to the task, so Tony has pulled you apart for a minute.

"How're you feeling?" Tony asks as you're standing in the kitchen, the get-together still happening in the living room. You're glad Tony is also taking the time to look after you; you love how he is just like your second Dad.

"Relieved, mostly, but I suppose it is also a double feeling. I know, and I'm delighted that she's ours, that she is part of our family now, but it also stings a little bit that she's not biologically mine, you know?" you say with a sigh, tears prickling behind your eyes.

"The one thing I wanted more than anything is to become a Mom, and even though I achieved that goal, it almost feels like I've cheated life or something," you say, and Tony pulls you in for a big hug, letting the tears stream freely.

You don't need him to say anything, and it's as if he can sense it because he holds you close while you let out your tears. Steve has come to check up on you, but once he sees you're with Tony, he kisses your head before returning to the party. He knows you're in good hands.

When you've finally calmed down, Tony says something that warms your heart.

"Listen to me, okay? You're the best mother Isabella could have ever wished for, and this is the universe's way of telling you that you should have been her Mom all along. She was born to end up with the two of you, and there's nowhere else she should be right now," he says, his hand placed on your cheek, his thumb rubbing reassuringly over your cheekbone.

"Thank you so much, Tony. It means the world to hear you say that. And thank you for being by our sides through everything; I will never be able to repay you for everything you did but know that I am deeply thankful for you, and I love you more than you'll ever know," you say, and after one more big hug, you two go back to the party.

"I love you, Steve, and I'm happy that our little family is finally complete," you say before giving him a soft, slow kiss that takes your breath away.

"I have to say, I know life has its ways for everything, but I can't say I would have wanted our family to get together any other way," he says before pulling you into his side.

You look at Tony cooing at the little girl, and he looks up at you to give you one more wink, which warms your heart. You would do it all over again if it meant that you would get to live your dream, and it felt like your heart was overflowing.

"I love you, Munchkin," Steve whispers, and you let a big smile escape your lips. You can't stop looking at your daughter; your heart is filled with love.

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buckys-wintersoldier · 28 days

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Safe Place | Steve Rogers

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 -> Boyfriend!Steve Rogers x Girlfriend!Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 -> It’s your and Steve’s anniversary but he looks kinda distracted, when he has a nightmare he tells you what’s going on in his mind.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 -> 846

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 -> (T) PTSD, Bucky falling from the train, nightmare, angst, fluff

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 -> hili! I was thinking on maybe a one-shot with this one? Maybe Steve and his girl meeting on the Smithsonian? and a few months later when the relationship is going well, she helps with him a nightmare bc of his PTSD? Steve is pretty shaken up and only her can calm him down? Maybe he had a nightmare from when Bucky fell of the train and just keeps getting worse and worse? @rogersbarber

𝐀/𝐍 -> Thank you for the idea for that oneshot. Enjoy and hope you like what I made with it.

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 -> 10 Years Anniversary CA:TWS | March 26 | Theme: On your left | The Smithsonian, First Meetings, Endurance, Mission, PTSD, Favourite Quote | @catws-anniversary

Masterlist | Steve Rogers Masterlist

"Either one of you know where the Smithsonian is? I'm here to pick up a fossil," Natasha says with a smirk, looking out of the window of her car. Steve rolls his eyes and groans, frustrated, while Sam bursts out laughing.

They just finished their morning run, and Steve was once again faster than the dark-haired man. He just passed the other man, smirking and saying his favorite morning line, while Sam tried to convince him with a lot of no's not to say that line. 'On your left.' Steve said and ran faster, around the corner. Sam tried his best to run after Steve, but he was way slower than the super soldier. Now they are standing next to each other under a tree, looking at Natasha, who waits for Steve. The blond man smirks at Sam and makes his way to the car, opening the door, and then he gets into it.

"Come on, Grandpa. Don't have the whole day," she says, rolling her eyes playfully.

Steve nods towards Sam. When he closes the door and looks out of the window, Sam laughs and nods back.

"Can't walk everywhere," Steve says before Natasha drives away.

// Divider //

After the mission they had that day, Steve went another day to the Smithsonian; he heard a lot from there, and then he was back, back in the 40's, back where the small boy from Brooklyn turned into Captain America. When Steve walked a few meters through the museum, a little boy immediately recognized him, and his small eyes widened. The boy started smiling, but before he could tell his parents about Captain America in the Smithsonian, Steve lifted his finger and held it in front of his lips, showing the boy to be quiet. Later that day, Steve accidentally crashed into you. You threw your whole coffee over his shirt, and he asked you out to get a new one. After that, the two of you dated each other, got closer and closer, and now you're living with him in a small apartment.

Every anniversary, the two of you go out to the Smithsonian and get a coffee in the coffee shop you did when you first met. So you did today, but something was different. Steve wasn't as happy as he used to be. He stood the whole time in front of the memorial with Bucky and watched the movies a few times. Steve's eyes were red and teary when you went back home, but when you asked him what was wrong, he just said he was fine. You're lying next to him in bed, staring at the ceiling, while you listen to the heavy breaths of your boyfriend. He turns from one side to the other, and sweat covers his forehead.

"Stevie? Wake up; you're fine. It's just a nightmare," you mumble and turn yourself toward him.

You let your fingers slide through his hair, moving them out of his face, while you lean closer to kiss him softly. Steve groans softly, opening his eyes slowly. His eyes are red, and some tears fall down his cheek. Before you can say something, he sobs quietly. His hands are clinging to the sheets when he looks through the room before he looks at you.

"Princess?"

"Yes, I'm here."

Steve sighs softly, running his hand through his hair. Then he inhales deeply and grips you by your waist, pulling you on top of him. You place your chin on his broad chest, looking up at Steve.

"Do you want to tell me what happened in your dream?" Steve inhales deeply, closing his eyes for a moment before he exhales and opens his eyes again.

Even when it's dark, you can see his steel-blue eyes. The room was slightly brightened by the moon.

"It was- Bucky was there; we were on the train, and then there was the big guy, and Bucky was suddenly thrown out of the train. He was clinging there- there at the edge of the train and tried to reach for his hand, but I-I just didn't get it, and he fell," Steve says, and you kiss his chest, calming him down slowly. "A-And since that one mission, I-I feel like I heard someone mention that Hydra found a man in the Alps in the 40's. And they said he is now the most powerful weapon from Hydra. The Winter Solider. B-Bucky could be He could be alive. I need to find him.”

You move your hand over his shoulders, his heart racing against his ribcage.

"We will find him, but first you need to calm down. Then we eat breakfast, and then we're talking with Nat and Sam to get more information about the Winter Soldier." Steve smirks, leaning closer to capture your lips with his before he kisses your nose.

"That's why I love you, princess."

"I love you too," you mumble and bite into his chest, making him laugh and causing him to tickle you.

You're his biggest supporter, the one woman he really loves; you're his home, his safe place.

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𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐭𝐨

𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬.

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blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms · 2 years

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Dance Hall- Steve Rogers (1)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Characters: Steve Rogers

Warnings: N/A

Request: @fantastical-67impala-fangirl -

Hello! how’re you doing? May I please request a Steve Rogers oneshot where he takes his girl( the reader ) out dancing? I love dancing and would love to dance with him ❤️ If not, that’s totally fine! Have a lovely week, thanks 😊

Word Count: 400

Author: Charlotte

It was love at first sight for you and Steve. Even though he was physically small and weaker than others, he was always the first to stand up for the little guy (usually actually bigger than himself) and had the biggest heart of anyone you knew. No matter what he made you feel special and as though you were the most important woman in the whole world. Part of you was relieved that he couldn’t join the army. It was selfish to be glad that due to his myriad of illnesses and conditions, he wouldn’t get a chance to be in the front line. It had been his dream since the war begun to fight for his country, but you couldn’t help but be happy that he would stay safe in New York with you rather than across the seas being shot at.

You may have appreciated the fact that he couldn’t join the army, you were still supportive of his endeavours. It may have been fraud to keep applying in different cities, but you wanted him to be happy and if going to be turned down repeatedly made him feel like he was still trying to be a hero, then you were going to support him.

Steve had heard of another recruitment over an hour away and was heading off to apply again.

“Maybe tonight we could go dancing?” You suggested. “Either as a celebration to you got in, or that you get to put up with me for a bit longer?”

He offered you a warm smile as he looked up from his wallet that he was slipping into one of the pockets on his jacket.

“That sounds like a good idea,” he nodded.

“I’ll lay out something for you to change into and be ready for…” you paused looking down at your watch. “Say six?”

Steve took your hands in his, smiling fondly at you. It saddened him that he couldn’t be the hero that he wanted to be, but he couldn’t help but be grateful to get to spend more time with you before he could get badly injured or worse on the front line.

“That sounds like a perfect plan,” he said, leaning in to press his lips to your cheek.

“Stay safe, dear,” you said, buttoning his coat for him. “I will see you tonight and we can dance until dawn.”

“I cannot wait.”

#Dance Hall #Part 1 #Request #Steve Rogers #Steve Rogers Imagine #Steve Rogers One Shot #Captain America #Captain America One Shot #Captain America Imagine #Avengers #Avengers Imagine #Avengers One Shot #Marvel #Marvel Imagine #Marvel One Shot #Charlotte

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babyjakes · 4 months

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help me hold onto you.

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | sex pollen

pairing | steve rogers x avenger!reader

warnings | sex pollen (reader was exposed to some sort of chemical agent that induced a persistent state of hyperarousal.) medical elements (reader is staying in the medbay.) crying (not related to the sexual interactions.) stevie is soooo soft :')). dialogue is soft and sweet, gentle praise and encouragement included. fingering. tummy rubs bc they make me soft. she comes quick! intense, prolonged orgasm. the beginnings of aftercare.

word count | 1,356

"Hey, hey- okay. I'm here, sweetheart. I'm here. Just tell me what you need."

Steve's brow was raised in gentle concern as he stood over your hospital bed. Dr. Banner had set you up in a secluded room at the end of the medbay, wanting to give you as much privacy as possible given the nature of your condition. It was still all a bit baffling to Steve; Bruce had shared any information he had available on the mysterious chemical you'd been exposed to out on your mission to a foreign bioweaponry facility, but most of it had gone in one of the supersoldier's ears and out the other. "Persistent heightened state of arousal" was the only phrase he was able to cling to, which still didn't feel like much to go off of.

As he stood there at your bedside, though, those words were all of a sudden making a lot more sense. You were a pitiful sight, really- curled up on your side with your knees hugged up to your chest. Your whole body was shaking, something that tore at your teammate's heart as he came to better terms with the severity of the state you were in. Overcome with obvious discomfort, all you could do was lie there and rub your sore knees together uselessly. Your hands reached out for him needily; in an instant, he was lowering himself down to sit beside you, leaning over you attentively as his face filled with concern.

"Oh doll," he hummed, reaching out to brush back your hair with a steady hand. Your forehead was drenched in sweat, your big eyes looking up at him pleadingly. As another wave of unbearable heat rolled over you, tears were building in your eyes. "How can I help, sweet girl?" Steve was pressing, "Is there anything I can do?"

In a moment of total weakness, you reached out for him again. This was completely abnormal behavior for you. Being the youngest and newest to the team, you were always intentional about maintaining an image of responsibility and restraint. But as Steve sat there at your side, his steel blue eyes looking over you so thoughtfully as he gently offered you his hands, your hijacked mind was fixating on him faster than you could realize what was happening.

"P-please," the weakness of your small voice broke Steve's heart. He nodded encouragingly, wanting to do anything he could to ease your suffering.

"What is it, honey? Hmm? What do you need?" he asked soothingly.

More tears built in your eyes as you failed to generate a verbal response. Instead, all you could do was continue to writhe pathetically. Steve's brow furrowed as he tried to make sense of your movements. "Does something hurt?" You whimpered feebly at his question, shaking your head. "No, then what is it, sweetheart? Can you tell me, or- or show me?"

Desperation drove your every move as you shifted slightly onto your back, your knees falling apart as you brought a shaking hand down to motion over your hospital gown toward where the sensations were accumulating. If Steve was surprised or offended by your admission, he didn't let it show. Instead, he simply nodded, speaking with an understanding tone, "It's bothering you there, darlin'? Do you want me to take a look?"

Your wide, pleading eyes were enough to answer his question. Pausing, he took a moment to consider the best way to proceed. After a quick glance back at the door to the hallway, seeing that the coast was seemingly clear, he gently brought his hands over to lift up the thin fabric of the gown, pulling it back to expose the area you had pointed to. Steve couldn't help but gasp softly as he saw the ramifications for the first time; any doubts he could've had about the compound's strength or effects were immediately shot down as he faced the living, breathing evidence.

"Oh honey," he crooned worriedly, leaning his head down a bit to get a better look. Your pussy was so puffy it almost looked painful. Your clit was swollen to about three times its normal size, pulsating visibly in unison with your heavy heartbeat. Bruce had placed a wide gauze pad beneath you, and it wasn't hard to see why; with the constant state of arousal your body was trapped in, you were amassing an impressive amount of self-lubricant. Face drawn in disbelief and honest fascination, Steve struggled to find words to console you. "Sweetie, what can I do? Let me help you," his voice was swelling with concern. Swallowing hard, his gaze returned up to your face. "Can I-... would it help if I-... you know...?" The sweetest hint of pink rose up in his cheeks.

You were unsure of what would happen if he tried, but with the way your stomach was lurching and spasming in excitement at the mere thought, both you and Steve knew it would be senseless to not at least give it a try. Sensing your mild confliction, the supersoldier took a moment to brush back your hair again as his soothing voice filled the air, "It's alright, doll. Let me take care of you. S'just me, just Stevie. I'll be gentle, I promise."

As he spoke, he gently drew his hand down to begin rubbing at your inner thigh. Letting out a squeak of surprise, your heart jumped at the way his touch immediately sent sparks shooting up through your tangled nerves. "Easy," he hummed lowly, pushing on you carefully to encourage you to open up your legs a little further. Once you were nice and spread out for him, he took another deep breath. "Okay darlin'. Just keep breathing for me," he seemed to be trying to calm his own nerves as much as he was yours.

With the lightest amount of pressure he could manage, Steve carefully brought his pointer and middle middle fingers to sink slightly into your pool of arousal. They didn't linger long, as they then slowly dragged up your wetness to smear over your enlarged clit. The moment he came in contact with your poor button, your world was set ablaze. You had never felt such unbearable heat in your life; it was as if every atom within your core was being blasted into smithereens, an incredible amount of energy and pressure building up inside of you as a result.

"Easy, easy- shhhh," Steve was doing his best to talk you through it, watching as your hands scrambled to grip the sheets below you, your hips rocking in shameless desperation.

"Mm.... mmhh... hhh..." you struggled through incoherent whines. The man brought his free hand over to rub your tummy gently, trying to give you any sense of comfort and safety he could as he continued working the pads of his fingers in careful, steady circles.

It only took a few more moments of the simple stimulation to send an orgasm ripping through you with unimaginable force; as Steve saw your climax hit, his eyes widened, but he was intent on carrying you through it. Needy cunt spasming around nothing, your clit jerked and jolted beneath his tender traces. Your eyes were rolling back in your head, your whole body at the mercy of the waves of pleasure crashing over you.

And you kept coming, and coming, and coming- trapped in the grips of your orgasm for what must have been minutes compared to the fleeting moments you were usually granted. "Good, let it out," Steve was murmuring softly, watching as all your pent-up frustration was slowly pulled from your seizing body.

When you were finally winding down, breathless and slumped against the flimsy mattress beneath you, he was careful to pull his hands away with the utmost care to avoid causing you any further discomfort or unwanted stimulation. As he stood momentarily to find something to wipe his hands with, you let out a shaky whimper. "No, no, I'm here," he quickly returned to your side, retaking his place next to you on the cot. "I'm right here, doll. You're okay. Here, let me clean you up a bit, honey."

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