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beyondspaceandstars · 8 months

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Ivy

Relationship: Steve Rogers x Reader Warnings: Cheating/implied cheating, slight angst Summary: Although you're already happily married, you and your apartment neighbor Steve have started a bit of an affair. And it's growing. Rapidly. (Inspired by: "Ivy" by Taylor Swift) A/N: oh hello everyone :) this is an older fic I wrote right after evermore dropped (hence the title and lyrics) but I'm going through and publishing some of my old writing I've been holding onto (I think I published this one under a different account but I spruced it up a bit). Hopefully newer stuff will come soon :)

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"Oh, I can't Stop you putting roots in my dreamland My house of stone, your ivy grows And now I'm covered in you"

It happened fast. It happened so fast that you didn’t know where the breaks were until it was too late. He was just… there. Always there. Standing in the hallway, walking on the sidewalk, shopping at the freaking grocery store. It was a kaleidoscope of instances with him from the bumping into and the lingering gazes to the knowing smiles. It was fast and… spreading.

It was spreading, yes.

He was spreading, from your heart to your brain. Every second of every dream was filled with the what ifs. What if you held his hand when he asked to walk with you to the store? What if he happened to fall asleep in your bed after you asked him for his help with something? What if, in the end, your marital hand was his to take instead? The scenarios played out time and time through the night, forcing you to wake up with a fluttering heart and a guilty conscience.

Your husband—the man you were actually involved with and supposed to be dedicated to—kindly made you coffee every morning, having no idea about your infidelity-filled dreamland. He could barely even remember Steve’s name while his entire being lived in your soul, day in and day out. It felt like a cruel punishment.

"Good morning," your husband greeted you as you padded into the living room. As expected, two mugs in hand, one outstretched towards your sleepy form. You hugged the coffee carefully, giving a smile back in greeting, but the action twisted your stomach. You couldn’t recall last night’s dream yet the feeling of it all lingered.

"I know today was supposed to be my day off but I gotta run to the office real quick," your husband explained as he sipped his coffee and collected his files. "You’ll be okay here, right?"

Your heart skipped. Nodding, you said, "Yeah, I think I’ll go to the coffee shop and catch up on reports."

"You have coffee right there, silly," your husband chuckled, motioning his mug towards yours. You looked down at the steaming, dark beverage. You could just make yourself out in the reflection, coming face-to-face with your tired eyes and frowning lips.

"Yeah," you shrugged. "I want one of those fancy blended drinks. They’re practically milkshakes."

Steve liked those drinks, you subconsciously noted, even though he pretended he didn’t. He was carrying one when you bumped into him on the street a few weeks after moving into the apartment building. When you asked what it was, he acted like he had no clue and claimed he was just holding it for a friend. You remember giggling at his frantic explanation but eventually, he confessed his deep, dark coffee secret. You were sworn to secrecy on the manner.

Maybe Steve would like to tag along with you today. The idea hit you like a train. You didn’t know where it came from. Well, you did but… Oh.

"Honey?" Your husband’s voice shook you out of your thoughts. "Are you okay?"

You coughed, "Yeah, I’m alright. Just a little sleepy."

"Hmm, okay," he nodded, still eyeing you suspiciously. "I’m gonna get ready and head out."

You nodded in acknowledgment as he gave you a quick peck and departed for your bedroom. Suddenly feeling sick, you dumped the mug’s contents in the sink and slammed the cup on the counter.

Running your hands through your hair, you stood in the kitchen. Mind screaming, heart-burning.

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Your head was fuzzy as you got dressed for the day. You waited until your husband had left for the office as you had plans with your appearance. It came easily, you found, to put in a little effort. After getting married, both you and your husband found comfort in the natural and casual but now there was something shiny and new. There was maybe someone who appreciated you trying and it filled you with that schoolgirl anxiousness. It was wrong, though, so wildly wrong.

You could suppress it all, though. So easy, you thought. Nothing wrong with a married woman getting herself together to feel good. It was about you, of course. At least that was what you managed to convince your head to recite as you applied the lipgloss and curled your hair. It was partially true—you did like how you looked—but that background voice, that voice you heard in your dreamlands, reminded you of where your heart was.

Sighing, you forced yourself to step away from the mirror and collect your work. You actually did have plans to work on reports for your job but you wouldn’t mind a certain next-door soldier keeping you company.

You hadn’t exactly done this before, you realized as you stood at Steve’s apartment door. Your time spent with one another was always just…coincidental. At least, that’s what you perceived it as. You two happened to go to the grocery at the same time or walked up the stairs after work at similar hours. Fate was laying it out and you were stupidly taking the dive.

Swallowing your doubts, you knocked on the door.

For a few seconds, you thought about turning away and running. Purse gripped tightly, that felt like the only move, and just when your feet started inching towards the stairs, the door swung open.

He appeared in the doorway like a golden dream come true. Eyes bright and smile as big as the sky, Steve looked pleased to see who was on the other side of his door. He was fully dressed for the day. Shoes on and everything as if he was almost on his way out. You felt even more stupid now realizing of course the most important man in the city had somewhere to be.

"Good morning," Steve greeted you. "What a surprise."

"H-Hello," You let out a humorless laugh with your stupid response and looked down at your nail polished nails, picking away at the nude paint. Anxiety was bubbling up, forcing your words out straight to the point. "I was just… I don’t know. This is probably so stupid or whatever but I was gonna go to the coffee shop down the street to do some work. Do you want…some coffee?"

Gosh, your face must have been beet red as you felt the temperature in the hallway rise drastically. Steve, however, didn’t even flinch at your suggestion. He folded his arms and leaned against the door frame, his smile turning into a hinting smirk. He eyed your nervous stance carefully and you could feel it. Your feet started itching to flee, again.

Steve shrugged, "Are you asking me to come with you to the coffee shop?"

"Well, I mean-,"

"A coffee date, perhaps?"

You gasped, your heart plummeted. This wasn’t— You couldn’t— He was getting in your brain, putting thoughts there now. Everything felt so suggestive suddenly. You were insane for this. Your husband and the rings you still adored… What was becoming of you? No, what was becoming of him? It was his work, wasn’t it? But you were here? Brain on fire, you wanted to scream.

"Steve—,"

He chuckled, nearly completely unaware of the races in your mind. "I’m just joking. I think I would enjoy some coffee right now."

You gulped and reeled yourself back in. "Wonderful."

Steve was right by your side the entire walk. Your elbows brushed so casually yet flamingly. Your skin ignited with every step and God forbid if someone was coming up the sidewalk from the opposite direction. The way Steve pushed into you to make room felt like at any second he was going to pin you against one of the brick buildings lining the sidewalk.

There was the issue with his hand, too. His pockets were free to use yet he let his hands stay at his sides, brushing over yours ever so gingerly. Every time it did, his fingers hit your wedding band, operating as your not-so-subtle reminder.

It felt like a bad game. A bad, teasing game. The tension was rising and what originally started as light banter or silly laughs here and threatened to turn into stiff beats around the elephant in the room. But gosh, he was so kind and funny and just glowed throughout, so you would deal with it and let today go where it goes.

When you arrived at the coffee shop, Steve held the door open for you, motioning for you to enter. He gave a cheesy bow as if you were some kind of royal. You gave a silly curtsy in response which he lit up at.

See, you told yourself, go with the flow. There was still banter and fun with him.

At the cashier, Steve ordered for both of you and allowed himself to pay as well. While you tried to object, he was already done with the transaction and pushing you into the nearest booth. You frowned at his generosity but he chose to ignore your antics.

He went to retrieve your drinks as you set up your laptop and papers. Steve returned now with a faux frown on his lips as he noted your collection of items.

"So," he said, clearing his throat and sitting across from you. "I get to sit here while you do work?"

You shrugged, "I only asked if you wanted coffee. You invited yourself along."

Chuckling, he responded, "As if I would miss a chance for a day out with you."

Your heart plummeted for what felt like the umpteenth time today. Placing your pen down, you looked up at the smirking Steve. His eyes were staring you down, shamelessly roaming all over you. You could and couldn’t believe his boldness.

"Steve—,"

"Don’t you have work to do?" He pointed his cup at the papers. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. God, it was all starting to get confusing again. He knew where the line was, right? Why was he pushing it? Why were you even allowing it? Because it fed some fantasies? Aided with some brief passings of loneliness? There was just always something in his words to you. A twinkle or so behind those looks and smirks. You don’t even remember feeling this way on dates with your husband. Oh, your husband…

"What are we doing?" You sighed.

"Hmm?" Steve sipped his drink. "I’m drinking coffee and you are supposed to be working. I think that’s what we’re doing."

"You know what I fucking mean."

Steve’s eyes widened at your outburst. You never swore around anyone, not even in your own home, so to do it here and out… Well, there was a new tone approaching the table.

Silently, he moved your drinks out of the way and leaned his elbows on the table. Shifting probably as close as the table would allow, he looked you dead in the eyes and asked, "Why did you knock on my door?"

"I… Well, I’m—,"

Words were tumbling in your brain like crazy as if that was any sort of shock. You couldn’t keep yourself together today. You could feel him all over you yet again.

"You feel it," Steve whispered.

"Steve—,"

"It’s exciting and you like it,"

"Steve, really—,"

"I like it, too,"

God, make his words stop. You wanted to scream. Everything was burning on you. From the words in your ears to his eyes on your figure. You felt the roots from his glances digging deeper and deeper and any hope of hiding it was flying out the window.

You took a deep breath and raised your hands in defeat. "Please."

What? What were you even asking—begging—for? A release? Someone to take your words away? Steve to ask you to run away or keep this in a secret rush?

"You do," He whispered and there was nothing that could confirm it like your hesitant silence. "But your husband—,"

"He can’t know," you shot back. If he ever caught wind there was no telling what could happen. He was a soft soul on the surface but it takes one spark to start a fire and fires can burn down a home.

Steve sighed and leaned back in his seat. "Calm down, we haven’t even done anything."

"But the feelings," you whispered. It was your turn to leave him bewildered. "The feels and falling consume everything. Don’t you think that’s worse than something physical? It’s soul and bones deep."

"I mean that much to you?"

"You’re everywhere."

You could tell that hit him. Heck, the admission even took you by surprise—and it was your admission.

Everything suddenly felt so much dirtier than one-night stands. This man hadn’t even properly touched you and yet, at the same time, he had touched so much.

"You mean this?"

"I wish I didn’t."

Steve scoffed, playing with the rim of his coffee cup. "You don’t know what you’re doing."

Sighing, you closed your laptop and said to hell with these reports. Your day was flowing and you promised to go with it.

Throwing everything back together in your bag, you looked back at him. "But I do, Steve."

At his name falling off your lips, his eyes abruptly met yours. After a beat, his hand reached for yours and you felt the weighted pain slowly drift away. It was as peaceful and forbidden as you had expected. You didn’t think you wanted to be anywhere else.

"You’re everywhere for me, too." You could cry at those words but he continued. "Like ivy growing everywhere, darling. I go out on limbs to see you."

"Ivy," you repeated. "Just like ivy."

Steve gripped your hand tighter, "And, baby, I’m covered in you."

Your jaw dropped. Pulling your hand away, you mumbled, "He’ll burn us to the ground if he ever finds out."

Steve shrugged, a suggestive smirk working on his lips—a wild yet dreamy contrast to the man you saw a few seconds ago. "I’ve been known to keep a few secrets."

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ashbrat488 · 10 months

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Happy Birthday, Captain...

Steve Rogers Drabble Steve Rogers x female oc TW: Over 18, sex, oral Word Count: 1,118.

Kailyn beamed up at Steve as he pulled her closer to him on the dance floor. She loved when Tony threw his parties because she could convince Steve to dress up for her. Today was extra special because it was his birthday and he had been away on a mission for a few weeks.

Steve dipped down to press a kiss to her lips just as she groaned, her hand gripping his shirt as he chuckled.

Kailyn pulled away, pulling her lip into her mouth, between her teeth as her body buzzed and Steve only grinned. While he was gone, he purchased her a new toy he could control with his phone for the next time he was away. She whimpered up at him as he only cocked his head to the side. "Steve," she begged softly, regretting agreeing to insert the toy before the party. The front buzzed against her clit as the inserted part slowly stroked into her.

He laughs, pausing the toy as she sighs, relieved, and he leads her toward the bar. He met Kailyn almost a year before when he saved her from a burglar as he was walking through Brooklyn with Bucky toward their apartment. They walked her home and Steve came to check on her the next morning and she offered him breakfast, that was it, he was hooked. He slides a glass toward her which she happily accepts, taking a large gulp just as he turns the toy back on.

She gasps, causing some of the amber liquid to spill on her chin. Kailyn groans, gripping Steve's arm as he leans toward her to lick the whiskey from her chin.

He paused beside her ear, his breath hot on her neck. "Are you going to come for me?"

She nods, finishing the rest of the drink as she looks back at Steve to find him smirking at her. "Yes," she breathes as Bucky walks up to them.

"Kailyn! Missed you!"

She groans softly as Steve keeps the buzzing going as Bucky pulls her to her feet, wrapping his arms around her. "Mi—missed y-you too, Buck."

"Are you okay?" He chuckles, pulling away to find her pupils blown, her chest heaving slightly, flushed a dark pink as he chuckles, looking at Steve. "Now? Really?"

Steve shrugs, turning it off as he stands up beside them and Kailyn whimpers softly. "Why not? Needed to test it out. It's my birthday after all..."

"You told him?" Kailyn whines, her face flushing with embarrassment as Bucky winks at her before turning to walk away. "I can't believe you told him..."

Steve shrugs once more with a smirk, placing his hand on her back to haul her body flush to his. "We talk about everything." Before letting her respond, he grabs her chin in his hand, lifting her mouth up to his to press a hard kiss to her mouth. His tongue prods her mouth open as she moans.

She swallows hard as he pulls away abruptly, grabbing her hand to drag her away from the party. She giggles to herself at his urgency, pulling her into an empty office in the hallway.

He pushes her to her knees as she takes the hint to quickly undo his pants, pulling his cock out. He pulls his phone out of his pocket, setting the vibrations high as she whimpers, her hand around the base of his cock. He grinned, swatting her hands away. "Open wide..."

Kailyn opens her mouth, her hands on her thighs as Steve pushed his cock into her mouth, eliciting a moan from him. She opened wider, trying to take him as he continued to ease into her, slowly at first as her nails dug into her thighs. She groaned and whimpered around his cock as it pushed against the back of her throat.

Steve grunted as he felt her choke, her throat tightening around his cock. "Fuck..." He looked down, her eyes now watering, tears streaming her cheeks as drool trickled down her chin. "You love choking on my cock, don't you, princess?"

She can only whimper out a moan, her own pleasure beginning to reach a plateau as he points his phone down toward where her mouth wrapped around his cock.

He pulled up his camera, watching his cock disappear into her mouth with each thrust as he placed his free hand on the top of her head. He guided her onto him again and again as she moaned loudly around his cock. "You want to come... ask... beg."

She gasps as he pulls his cock back abruptly and she brings her hand up to wipe her mouth. "Please... Steve. I want to come."

He smiles as she preens under him, breathing heavily as he continued to record her. "I'm going to save this video for the next time I'm gone. Tell me where you want my cum..."

Steve moved his hand to her chin, dragging his thumb along her lower lip. She nipped at it as he grinned. "I..." she groans, bouncing on her knees as the orgasm approaches and Steve abruptly shoves his cock back into her mouth once more. She tries to focus on the feeling of the ridges of his cock on her tongue to prolong her orgasm to no avail.

He shoved his cock to the back of her throat, keeping it in place, cutting off her oxygen as she came hard, whimpering around his cock. He smiled, feeling the spark in the base of his spine. He pulls his cock back slightly, shooting his cum onto her tongue, into her mouth.

She fell back onto the ground, the toy still buzzing inside her as she whined. "Off... turn... it off," she begged as Steve chuckled.

He turned off the camera before turning off the toy and setting his phone on the desk. He knelt down in front of her as she panted, laying on her back. He smiled, dragging his thumb along her chin, wiping up a small drop of cum, and sticking his thumb into her mouth as she licked off the salty substance. "Good girl."

"Take me to bed," she breathes with a giggle as he nods.

"You want more?"

"After a small break..."

Steve laughs, standing up to pull her to her feet in front of him. He crushes his mouth against hers before pulling away to toss her over his shoulder. "Don't have time to make it all the way home. You're coming to my quarters here."

She giggles as he smacks her ass hard, carrying her down the hall toward the elevator. "We're just going to leave your birthday party?"

"It's my party... if I want to leave with my girlfriend, I can," he teases as the doors open and he carries her toward his room...

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girl-of-many-fandoms · 2 years

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In the stars

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Reader ft. Steve Rogers

Summary: It's been five years since Thanos wiped away half of the population including Y/N's lover and while Steve is trying to get her to face the harsh reality, she's dead set on getting him back.

Warnings: If y'all cry I'm not responsible :')

This may or may not remain as a standalone.

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“We lost.”

Y/N angrily wiped away the stream of tears that continued to flow from her already puffy eyes. She could barely keep it together thinking about what happened in Wakanda five years ago, the day she lost friends, people she called a family.

The day she lost Stephen.

Each year that passed she thought that she’d be able to think about him without sobbing uncontrollably but each year she was wrong. She missed her lover the most. The last time she saw him was the night before everything went downhill with the spaceship that showed up in the city.

“You know you don’t have to go, you could stay here with me. You already have a drawer, your own toothbrush in the bathroom. Stay.” Stephen lightly traced his fingers along the column of her spine as they cuddled, basking in the afterglow of their steamy night.

“Are you asking me to move in with you Strange?” Y/N shifted herself to look at him, her eyes finding his immediately as he was already staring down at her. Stephen cradled her cheek with his free hand, smiling as she kissed his palm before nuzzling into his touch.

“Honey I’m not asking. I’m telling you to stay.”

“So damn bossy Doc.”

Through her blurred vision Y/N found Stephen’s name on the huge stone wall in the midst of all the others who disappeared after the snap. In the five years she never reached out to Wong or even set foot in the direction of the New York Sanctum, she couldn’t bear to visit, knowing that when she walked through the doors she wouldn’t be greeted by her boyfriend.

“Hey.” Steve’s large hand held onto her shoulder, coaxing her away from the stone wall and into his arms. He knew she was going to be there today and he didn’t want her to be alone, she always tried to hide her emotions from everyone but he saw right through her facade as she did see through his.

“We have to do something.” Y/N sobbed into his chest, dropping all her walls in the moment. She hadn’t realised how badly she needed to let it all out and stop suppressing what she felt until Steve hugged her.

“Y/N I’m sure there’s nothing more that we can do but-”

“Don’t even think about telling me to move on Rogers.” She pulled away from him and dried her tears with the sleeve of her sweater.

“I’m sure there’s something that we could do to get everyone back. Maybe, maybe we could go back in time and change it all. I just- we have to bring them back.”

“Time travel isn’t a thing.”

“I know but-” The super soldier held onto both of her shoulders as he spoke. He was about to say exactly what she didn’t want to hear and it crushes him to have to do this to his friend but he can’t bear to see her drive herself crazy living in the world of what ifs any longer.

“Y/N, I know you miss him and I know that you’d want to do everything in your power to get him back but you can’t. Stephen is gone, it sucks to say it but he is. We’ve lost so many people and I wish that there was something that we could do to bring them back but let’s face it, we can’t.” Y/N scoffed, shrugging his hands off of her. She couldn’t believe that America’s golden boy lost all hope too, the one person she thought would’ve been jumping to bring back half the goddamn population and his buddies didn't want to at least try.

“So that’s it Steve, you’re not even willing to try to get your friends back. I wish Sam and Bucky could hear the words come out of your mouth right now, what a great friend you are. The funny thing is, you and Tony finally agree on something for once. Either of you just want to count your losses and live life like we didn’t lose it all to a fucking purple asshole!”

“Tony is happy, he finally has the life he’s always wanted with Pepper-”

“Oh right I’m supposed to give a damn about his happiness when I’m not? I love the fact that he’s got the wife and kid, the family he dreamed of but at what cost? I was with someone that I saw a future with, someone who cared about me, loved me and before we even had the chance of taking another step in our relationship it was over. Steve you’re not happy, you try to hide it all the time but you’re far from it.” Steve looked down at his shoes briefly, she was right about him being unhappy.

“You’re right, I’m not happy about any of this but I’m not jeopardising what we have now in any attempt to get back what we lost. I kissed that dream goodbye so long ago, it’s time you do the same.” Steve kissed her temple as he walked past her to get to his group meeting. Y/N hung her head low to hide her fresh tears from the people that walked by.

She didn’t want to say goodbye to Stephen or any of the memories that they shared together so easily when there’s bound to be something that could be done to get him back. With her eyes closed, images of Stephen flooded her mind.

“I love you.”

“I love you.” Mumbling, she kissed her fingers and touched his name on the wall. She shoved her hands into the pockets of her sweater and took a couple steps back. She wasn’t going to give up hope so easily. Looking up at the night sky she weakly smiled at the stars that were faintly visible.

“I’ll do whatever it takes to bring you back.”

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lostinaseaoffictionalbliss · 2 years

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My Desire

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!OC (first POV)

Word Count: 2032

Warnings: dom!Steve, petnames, vag penetration, oral (fem receiving), fingering, unprotected sex

A/N: me expanding on my imagine about telling Steve your desires. PWP. Pure smut

Steve, daddy, fucking, Rogers. The things that man did to me. With a simple crossing of his arms, making those delicious biceps flex, he had my knees ready to buckle. Leaning back in his chair, legs spread, showing off those thick thighs that I would love to ride. That deep, commanding voice had me wanting to submit to him in every way. And when he got angry or when he was fighting the enemy…I couldn't help wanting him to pin me to the wall and kiss me until my lips were swollen. I wanted him to steal my breath away.

But shockingly enough it wasn't when he was with me that my dirty thoughts were the worst. No, it was when I was away from him. My mind ran wild with fantasy after fantasy. It was maddening. Trying to take care of my arousal on my own only barely managed to scratch the itch. It wad this deep, unyielding desire. A want…no a need, because I absolutely NEEDED, Captain American to dominate me. Perhaps show me some kind love after. Because I knew he was capable of both. Maybe he didn't have experience like others, but the team had been catching him up. There was no way that Tony, playboy, Stark would have overlooked that.

How did I do this though? How did I tell him how bad I needed him? I'd been keeping it to myself for months. Sure Clint had brought me in to be part of the team a while ago, but that didn't mean I had the nerve to do this. This was a lot different than taking down a bad guy. However, I was determined to do this. So I had one drink. Enough to calm my nerves, but leave me in the right mind and more than able to give enthusiastic consent.

I sat on the edge of my bed and took a deep breath. A soft knock at the door sounded. "Come on in. It's open."

Steve stepped in, looking absolutely delicious in the dark blue shirt he was wearing. It stretched tight as he crossed his arms, leaning on the doorframe. He gazed at me in curiosity, I could see it in his eyes. "You wanted to talk?"

I licked my lips, nodding. "Yeah." I thought for a moment and said fuck it. The words didn't want to come so I would use those of a song. "I get dirty thoughts about you, they get worse when I'm without you. Does that mean that I'm going to hell, or are you thinking them as well?"

He smirked, eyes darkening to predatory as he felt the blood rush straight to his groin. Oh, he'd been thinking about you just as much. However, he felt that you wouldn't want someone without any experience. Now that he knew you wanted the exact same thing he did, it was time for him to make his move.

The look in his eyes had heat pooling in my stomach. I squeezed my eyes together, biting my lip. Holy fuck, is it possible to orgasm just from a look?

He took three big strides across your room after shutting the door. He leaned over me, allowing his hot breath to barely brush against my ear.

The feeling sent shivers down my spine, but I didn't dare move.

He nipped my earlobe, grinning as the action pulled a whimper from me. When he spoke his voice was rough with arousal and restraint, "Well I'm definitely thinking it. The things I do inside my head, just a preview of the movies we'll be making. And we're definitely going to hell cause the things I do to you the heavens would repel." He kissed down my neck, pushing my tank top strap aside to bite my collarbone. Moments later he soothed it with his tongue.

I gripped his biceps as you panted. He'd barely done anything and I was already close to falling apart. His arms were hard, thick, rippling beneath my hands. It was better than I had imagined them to be.

He gently laid me back, pinning me with his gaze. His hands went to the button of my jeans. Seeing me nod, he undid them, pulling them and my panties off. "I'm talking daddy domination, like it rough, no hesitation. Have you screaming, but I'm covering your mouth so no salvation." He leaned down and nipped my hip.

I squirmed and whined. I wanted more, I needed more. This was torture. I could feel his hands on ME, blazing a trail of arousal, sending pulses of pleasure straight to my clit. But he wasn't touching where I wanted him to. Instead he was pushing my shirt up and over my breasts, over my head and arms, tossing it to the floor. I was naked before him, bare, vulnerable, at his mercy.

Everything about this moment should have put me on edge, should have scared the fuck out of me. Yet, it didn't. I trusted Steve. He wasn't like those that came before him. He would make sure I enjoyed myself before he had his own pleasure. He wouldn't leave me right after. Wouldn't break my heart. And something about knowing I could show him all of me and him still look at me like I was a three course meal and he'd been starving turned me on. It drove my arousal to heights it had never reached before and that I didn't know existed.

"Please, Steve," I whispered, sounding hoarse.

"Or maybe you like that sexy sweet lovin'. Keep you steady with passion." He leaned down, kissing between my breasts. Slowly he left a trail of kisses to the left before taking my nipple in his mouth.

I hissed and grabbed the back of his head. Arching up, I squirmed from the mounting pleasure. My nipples had always been sensitive and I loved having them teased.

Steve groaned around my nipple, sending vibrations to my already soaked core. As he teased the right with his mouth he gently rolled the left between his thumb and index fingers. After a few minutes he swapped sides.

"Fuck. That feels so good, but please…" I bucked my hips. What he was doing felt amazing. I loved his hot wet moth teasing my nipples and breasts, but it's not where I wanted him.

He chuckled softly. "Someone is a little inpatient. Worry not, I'll take care of you." He kissed down my body, stopping for a moment to dip his tongue into my naval. He nipped my hips again, causing me to gasp and buck once more. He pinned me down, tsking. "Gotta stay still kitten."

I groaned and squeezed his shoulders. "Can't help it. Feels good, Captain." And then it was my turn to smirk. That groan as I used his title seemed to have just the effect I was hoping for. "Please, Captain. I need to feel you."

He growled low, almost animalistic before lifting my legs onto his shoulders. I squeaked, but it was cut short by a moan as he ran his tongue through my wet slit. He squeezed my hips as he swirled his tongue around my clit, eliciting a loud moan.

"Don't make me gag you so the rest of the Tower doesn't hear you." He gently nipped my clit.

My head fell back and I bit down on my own fist to muffle my moans. I knew with his super hearing that he would still hear them. My chest heaved as I tried to draw breath into my lungs, but just as soon as I did he was drawing it back out in gasps and moans. I whined as he worked two fingers in and hooked them against my g-spot.

"Shit! Fuck! I'm not gonna last much longer." I shuddered and gripped the sheets. I arched off the bed.

Steve moaned against me. "That's if, kitten. Let go for me." He latched onto my clit, lapping at it as he pumped his fingers at a fast pace.

My eyes rolled back and for a moment I couldn't make a sound. My pussy clenched and released, pulsating around his fingers while my whole body shook from the pleasure that coursed through me. I had never felt such a strong orgasm in all my life.

I panted softly, trying to come back down to earth. Come back to my senses. I looked at Steve and took a deep breath. "That was amazing, but now…now I need you to fuck me."

He was already stripping before I had finished my sentence. I drank in every inch of bare skin as it came into view. I followed his rippling muscles that went to the dip of his hips and down to his groin. My mouth watered as I got my first look of his cock. Oh he was most definitely well proportioned. So much so that I was glad for the warm up beforehand.

He laid over me, gazing into my eyes. "I want to hear you say it again, kitten. Tell me this is what you want."

I grabbed the back of his head, pulling him into a deep kiss. I groaned at the taste of myself on his tongue. When he pulled back seconds later I whimpered. "I want this. I want all of you."

That was all Steve needed to hear. He grabbed his cock and guided it in. He let his head fall to my shoulder and hissed. "You're so tight. Never felt anything so good. You might just be the death of me."

"But what a sweet death." I wrapped my legs around his hips the best I could as he began to thrust. Shuddering in pleasure I brought one hand to rest on his back as the other gripped his shoulder.

Moans and groans and pants filled the room. The sound of his sweaty hard body slamming into mine echoed and and mixed with the sounds of pleasure we both made. Each time he thrusted in, he dragged against my g-spot, grinding into my clit. I was already sensitive from my first orgasm. I doubted I could hold this one off, but I decided who cares. This was about pleasure and I wasn't going to allow a stupid thought of I'm cumming too quick ruin things. I was finally getting what I wanted and I was enjoying it.

With gentle yet firm hands, Steve pinned my arms above my head. He gazed directly into my eyes. The lust, desire, and affection I saw there was enough to send me careening off that cliff. I fell into the abyss of pleasure as I gazed right back. I wanted to be wholly connected to him as I found my pleasure for a second time. And maybe it was that connection, maybe it was all the anticipation coming to a head, I'm not sure, but moments later I was having the most intense orgasm of my life.

It seemed to last forever, never ending. My whole body was alive, on fire, singing as I dove head first into bliss. I held onto him just a little tighter as his breathing picked up. I knew he was close. "You don't need to hold back. Go ahead. Find your pleasure."

It seemed Steve had been waiting for my permission because the moment I gave it, he found his own release. He groaned into my neck as he rode out the waves.

I shut my eyes and hummed softly. I was now exhausted, but completely sated. I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew, Steve was using a warm washcloth to clean me up. "Hmm?"

"Relax. I've got you." He kissed my shoulder.

I opened my eyes and watched him. He grabbed my plush blanket, my wolf stuffie, and a bottle of water. He wrapped us both in the blanket, offered me the bottle of water from my table, and put my stuffie in my covered lap. "Thank you."

"I'll get a snack in a minute. For now, snuggles, and Disney." He held me to his chest, turning on Hercules.

I smiled softly. I could get used to this.

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peachymilkandcream · 5 months

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Future Series Poll!

So I'm not sure when but, I think ahead as always because that's how I am, after Break Me Slowly ends (I'll still take oneshot and hc requests for them both dw). I'm thinking of doing either another x oc ( a different oc mind you) or x reader series. Vote on what you'd like to see once Break Me Slowly finishes! (PS. What finishes second will be my next series after the one voted most for)

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ch.13: The Lost Pieces

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Agent Soul—"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Seren stiffened when she recalled Sitwell's words.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Seren—"

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

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

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

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

~ 0 ~

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

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

No answer.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rumlow's lip curled into a deep scowl.

Ifthey'redeadthentherewouldbenoanger—

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

Hadtheybeenkilledtherewouldbeatotalsatisfactiononhisface—

"Stop, stop, stop," she whimpered.

—buttherewillbeaguaranteed100—

"I said STOP!" she yelled.

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

"Shut up," she muttered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chloe stiffened. Her eyes roamed the hallway. It was abandoned judging by the dirt accumulating on the walls. But it was dead quiet. Her eyes started glowing blue. Pierce watched with an almost fascination. Up until now he had only heard from their infiltrators in SHIELD what their Hivemind looked like inside Chloe Winters.

And suddenly, the glow in Chloe's eyes faded and she was back in the present. Her eyes flickered back to Pierce with the sense of new knowledge. "You have him here, don't you?" She asked what she already knew. "This whole time, the ghost you had following me was the supposedly late Sergeant Barnes."

"The Hivemind again?" Pierce's lips stretched into another clean smile.

"I was there when his mask fell...but yes, the Hivemind helps connect the dots. He's here right now. So what do you want from me?"

"They haven't told you, then?" Pierce seemed to take extra satisfaction learning her disadvantage. "Let's walk," he motioned to her.

She raised an eyebrow at him, hoping that every part of her body was screaming that she hated him. The agents behind her, however, shoved her forwards. She stumbled a few steps until she was able to reclaim her balance. She swallowed hard and raised her head to walk alongside Pierce.

"The piece that you absorbed when you were a kid, didn't you ever wonder why you couldn't fully connect to the Hivemind?"

Of course she had but in the beginning, she was just terrified that she had a piece of tech in her body in the first place. "What the hell was it doing there in the first place?"

"Ah, mission gone wrong," Pierce rolled her eyes. "Decommissioned the agents who failed there. The tech pieces were left behind from an old mission in the 60s. It took us forever to find them but imagine my reaction when only one piece made it to my hands?"

Chloe suddenly felt a tiny bit of pity for the agent in charge of that mission. "What did you want with them?"

"It was HYDRA's hope that we would learn how to wield the pieces correctly. We didn't know they were part of a Hivemind until we examined the piece we had."

"What did you think they were before?"

"Nobody knew except that they were alien," Pierce said. "And you'll understand that anything foreign can always be of value if wielded correctly. HYDRA takes anything it can and this wouldn't be an exception. So even when we only had one piece, we made it a priority to figure out what the tech could do. But unfortunately, we soon realized that we didn't have anything without the other piece." Pierce finally looked at Chloe, who gulped. "It was even more unfortunate when we learned where the piece had gotten to — into. A clueless girl that one of our own agents brought to S.H.I.E.L.D."

Chloe looked away. Seren. Seren had unknowingly brought her to the very organization that would try to kill her later on. "You wanted to kill me—you tried to kill me several times. What, did you expect to yank it out of my corpse?"

"Initially," Pierce said without a care of Chloe's horrified face. "But that was before we got all your test results. When SHIELD conducted its initial tests on you, HYDRA learned how the piece had fused to your body. It is now part of your body, meshed with your DNA. Even if we had killed you, we wouldn't have been able to salvage the piece you absorbed. We would've damned ourselves."

That's why they stopped trying to kill me, Chloe realized. They needed me alive. "But...but you started following me? What for? And trying to kidnap me?"

"If we could not take the piece back, we had to at least make sure we could harvest its power regardless of its whereabouts. But you turned out to be one smart cookie." Pierce stopped in front of a gated door. "Fury never shared the statuses of your missions. There were no reports of it either. You were hard to find, Miss Winters, and that is very impressive for someone on Hydra's list."

"I don't feel very honored," Chloe moved her arms a bit to remind them of the very special clamps on her wrists. "In fact, I feel more like a prisoner which" — she bobbed her head — "I'm sure is what Sergeant Barnes has probably felt this whole time too."

"The cuffs are merely precautions," Pierce said with a smug smile Chloe wished she could wipe off with her powers. "You need to understand first."

"Forgive me if I don't understand the people who have made my life miserable for the past 8 years! I lost my family because of you people! I couldn't go back home anymore! They think I ran away! I lost everything!"

"For a good cause, our cause," Pierce remained uncharacteristically calm despite the shouting in his face. "You're young, you don't understand what we're trying to do."

"My age doesn't define whether or not I understand good and bad. I am more than competent to decide what I want and let me tell you that being here is something I don't want. What I would want is to get the hell out of here and see my friends—scratch that," she nodded towards the gated door, "I would like to take that poor man with me and get the hell out of here!"

"You're here to serve us now," Pierce's voice took a more natural hard tone. That's the one Chloe thought would be more his style. "You don't say 'no' to HYDRA. I know your limits, Winters. We've studied them right alongside SHIELD, make no mistake of that."

Chloe's eyes flickered to the agents surrounding them. "Why am I here?" she asked. "What are you going to do with me?"

"Connect the pieces, what else?"

"No," she shifted her gaze to the gate. Her eyes took on a soft blue glow. "That's not why I'm here. You could've done that anywhere. I'm here for another reason."

Peace. He's under duress. They cannot control him.

She straightened herself up and looked directly at Rumlow. "Open the gate," she commanded, much to his shock.

He scoffed at her. "In case you forgot, you're not in charge."

She cocked her head at him. "Open. The. Gate."

Just as Rumlow's face twisted with anger, Pierce spoke up. "Open the gate, Rumlow. She understands now."

Rumlow's head snapped in his direction. "But she's not—"

"Open it," Pierce reiterated, tone cold as ice.

Rumlow's jaw clenched but he went around the pair to open the gate. A scientist was coming up to the other side when the gates opened up.

"He's erratic, sir," he fumbled with Pierce, especially when he saw Chloe. "I-I don't know…"

"She'll know what to do," Pierce said with such a certainty that brought more nerves to Chloe. She sure hoped she could figure out that 'what' part in the span of the walk there.

Eventually, she was led into a room that couldn't possibly be filled with more agents and scientists. For a split second, she got the gist of Seren's fear of doctors. All the prodding and the experiments they could do with nobody to stop them. Only in this case, the "subject" wasn't a Celessian but a human man.

Not completely human, don't kid yourself Chloe.

She stopped as soon as Piece did—this would be the only time she would fall in line with him—and looked ahead. All the pictures in the world wouldn't compare to the sight of Bucky Barnes today. He didn't look a thing like the museums portrayed him as. Steve would always say that Bucky had the sharpest of looks and a charming smile. Chloe often agreed with him when she saw the pictures but not today. Today, he looked like a man with a blank slate.

He seemed beyond exhausted in his chair. His eyes were low and detached. His bare shoulders rose every now and then with a visible breath but Chloe suspected that he was too tired for even that. His hair was long enough to almost reach his shoulders and it looked in dire need of care. Chloe's eyes lingered over his metal arm that rested idly on the arm rest. Whatever damage Natasha had done to it earlier was gone. But she still couldn't get past the ugly red that marked the connection between the metal and his flesh. She wondered if it hurt all the time...

"Has he been here the whole time? With Hydra?" she found herself asking as if she would be privy to any answers.

To her surprise, Pierce did give her a response. "His work has been a gift to mankind."

"He...he died," Chloe shook her head. "He's been dead since 1940 — you've had him since 1940!?" She was absolutely horrified at the idea of just how long Bucky had been (no doubt) tortured since then. "Decades..."

"He has a bit of a head-start than you, of course. But he'll be a great teacher. And you will make a good ally."

"A what—?"

"You can see the future!"

"I can't really—"

"You would help devise the Winter Soldier's plans and execute them. Together, you'd be unstoppable and thus make HYDRA invincible."

Chloe let out a humorless, loud laugh. "I will die before I become anything of HYDRA's!"

"Funny, that's what Barnes said in the beginning too. Least that's what the reports said."

Chloe swallowed very hard and whipped her head in Bucky's direction. He's a ghost of who he once was. It terrified her to think that she could end up like him. "N-no..." she took a step back and bumped into Rumlow. She turned and saw the other agents stepping towards her. They had surrounded her and blocked off the entrance.

"You are here to do a job, Winters," Pierce said. "One that you will do a lot in the future now. SHIELD kept a good record of that ability. Peacefulness."

Chloe sucked in a breath as the Hivemind started whispering in her head. The fight. It's left him troubled. Chloe glanced at Bucky again. He looked like he was in an endless struggle. "The fight...he's starting to remember, isn't he?"

"He can't remember what's not true," hissed Pierce.

Chloe's head snapped in his direction, looking rather indignant on Bucky's behalf. "You're joking right?" Now instead of fear, all she felt was anger. HYDRA was prepared to act like they didn't kidnap and brainwash a whole man for decades. If she had the power to give him even just a little piece of all those memories, then she had a duty to at least try. "I need my hands," she said firmly.

Pierce glanced at the agent holding the key and nodded at him to go ahead. Chloe was perfectly still as the agent stepped up to uncuff her.

"I'm sure the Hivemind will tell you that your chances of escaping here are very slim," Pierce warned when Chloe was free. "Rest assured if none of my agents catch you, he will," he gave a nod in Bucky's direction.

Chloe had no doubt about that. She took in a breath and stepped towards him. Her fingers danced on her sides the closer she got. "Sergeant," she decided to go with for the moment. She doubted he remembered his own name right now anyways.

"He hasn't been that in decades," Rumlow said.

"I don't think I asked for your opinion," she snapped and came to stand in front of Bucky, though leaving a cautious distance for the moment. "We met before at the attack on the bridge…"

At the mention of the bridge, Bucky's eyes finally lifted from the floor. Chloe held her breath for a moment. Even the shine of the blue eyes that Steve talked about were gone.

"The man on the bridge…" Bucky said, his voice gruff, "Who was he?" She would know. She was on their side. She was always on their side.

"Don't answer," warned Pierce on time because Chloe had been just about to do that.

"You send him to kill Steve and you don't even have the courage to tell him who he is?" She shouldn't be surprised. HYDRA were made up of cowards. "Maybe you're not as brave as you think."

"Agent Winters, you seem to think like you're in control but I assure you that you are not," Pierce's face hardened. "You figured out what you're here for, now do it."

Chloe turned away from them. She met Bucky's gaze and had a very limited time to think of what to do. It wasn't like she had options to begin with. "I'm Chloe." She said, maybe it would matter if someone gave him a name. After decades and missions like these, she doubted Bucky recognized any of the agents with a name. "I, um, I think we've already met...in a way. But, um, that fight on the bridge—"

"Agent Winters—"

"—left you very, uh...tired, right?" Chloe smiled nervously at Bucky. He, in turn, remained blank. "I can help you." It was harder to go on when all Bucky did was stare at her. He had to be calculating her moves. If only he knew that she had zero moves right now.

But in truth he was placing her. She was the mission that he didn't understand right-away. She was the mission that, in a way, allowed him to rest. There was never any fighting for her missions, never any kind of encounter with someone. He just watched from a distance and reported back.

Now she's been captured. He knew what that meant for her...what could come next.

"...run." His quiet whisper managed to elicit a sharp gasp from Chloe. It even startled the rest of the room. The Winter Soldier hardly ever spoke when he wasn't addressed.

Chloe's shock wore off as she realized what he tried to do for her. Her expression softened. "I can't," she replied to him. She smiled sadly at him. "I...I have to stay here. But if I have to stay here, then I at least want to help you. I, um...I have an ability that, um, well...it's known to ease the mind. I won't look through any of your memories. I only want to help calm you down. I just need to touch your temples." She gestured to her own temples with her glowing blue hands. "May I?"

"Why are you asking? Just do it already," one of the scientists told her.

Chloe's eyes flickered to them. There was no point in being incredulous bug she couldn't help it. "Just because you all chose to violate his body and his every thought, doesn't mean I'm doing the same!" With that, she shifted her gaze back on Bucky.

He hadn't moved, not even an inch, he only stared. At the very least he could be trying to figure her out, which was a fair thing to do. She was a bit too bright for his usual interactions. As much as he thought, he couldn't understand what her purpose was. Everyone around him had a purpose, whether it was to fix him or give him orders, but everyone had a purpose. It all typically came down to make him more efficient.

"You have the Hive Mind..." He remembered, and watched her face pale. Was her Hive Mind like his metal arm? Her "advantage"?

Chloe wasn't surprised that he knew that. "I do," she nodded, "But I only want to help you. I know a thing or two about having your mind violated. And it's also because of these people."

Bucky's eyes flickered to the others. Chloe took that as a win. He was listening. She reached for his temples only for him to seize her wrists. She flinched then heard the shifts of the weapons behind her taking aim on Bucky.

"Stop!" she told them. She tried not to budge as much under Bucky's tight grip. He was rightfully suspicious of her. She doubted nobody before her had ever used a "good guy" tactic on him. His eyes frantically searched hers for any sign, a clue, of what she would really do to him if he allowed her to touch him. "If you don't want it, I won't do it," she eventually said to him.

For a second, he lost his grip on her. It was evident that he'd been expecting anything but that. He turned his head towards the others; the weapons were still on him.

Chloe followed his gaze. "Lower them," she ordered. "You want me to do this, then lower the weapons. Otherwise you'll have one dead Hivemind and bye-bye evil plans."

With that logic, it was only time before the weapons were gone.

It was almost bemusing to see the shock on Bucky's face when it happened. Chloe smiled slightly at him. "Can I?" She gestured her wrists still bound by his hands.

The shock wasn't enough to cover his expression when she asked for his permission. Because of that, Bucky gave a slim nod of his head. Now he was curious and that was a novelty. He hadn't been curious about anything in...he didn't know how much time had passed.

Chloe's smile widened with his nod. She just wished her hands wouldn't shake so much. You are way out of your element here. No matter. She had to push through.

Bucky was still as a statue when her hands reached him. As much as he despised foreign hands on him — he learned to hate it once he got the gist of what typically happened whenever somebody touched him — he still didn't move. He did note, though, how unusually soft her fingers were. And gentle. That was entirely distinctive from the others.

She looked at him with a light that nobody else possessed. It made him curious again — and the novelty came again — about what she would have to do for Hydra. It also made him feel sorry for what was to come because no matter what was coming, it wouldn't be good.

"Just think," Chloe whispered to him. She was very slow when it came to pressing her forehead against his, closing her eyes. Usually, she didn't do this step but given the amount of years Bucky had, she needed to go big. She often did it with Steve as well and he had that gap of 70 years in the dark. She was grateful that Bucky didn't immediately shove her away. She could feel his nervous breath and definitely felt the subtle moment in which he flinched at the closer connection. She just hoped that she could keep his trust going. "The uneasiness, the questions, think about that and feel the ease that I'll send through."

Bucky had not closed his eyes, wanting to be alert as much as possible, though it really didn't seem like Chloe was going to try anything. She seemed very different from everyone else — she was. All the scientists around him were always rough and brief with him. Yes, he was enhanced to withstand 'rough' but it didn't mean he liked it. Chloe was very far from that. Her fingers were so soft pressed against his skin. She smelled so nice too. And the best part? She genuinely wanted to help.

Chloe focused all her power on Bucky. Never had she tried so hard to make it work. While Bucky had no idea what was supposed to be happening, he felt it. It was strange. His mind, as fuzzy and conflicted as it was, started to shift. Every thought, no matter what it was, was dissolving to allow this wave of serenity to wash over him. How could this woman be producing that level of calmness? As much as he had planned to stay alert, his eyes fell shut. For the first time since he could remember, everything dark around him slipped away. He knew nothing but sweet bliss and calmness.

And it was in that sweet bubble that he saw flashes. They were quick, disappearing almost as soon as they showed up, and very fragmented. Voices filled his ears, unknown but at the same time very familiar. And then he saw him. The man from the bridge. He was smaller, but the same face. They were an old street—

"That's enough," came Pierce's order.

Chloe's fingers pulled away from Bucky's temples and she pulled back. She met his gaze sheepishly. "I hope it helped you," she said honestly. He seemed surprised, and a bit troubled again. Maybe she hadn't helped him...

Bucky looked at her with wide eyes. "The man on the bridge...I knew him. You...you showed him..."

"I didn't..." Chloe said nervously, glancing back at Pierce. The last thing she needed was for him to think she was showing Bucky images of his past life. "I can't — I can't actually do that..."

Bucky was sure of what he saw. "He was there. And..." The voices he heard now began to sound a lot like the man too. "Who was he?"

"You met him earlier this week on another assignment," Pierce answered him.

Chloe looked back at him, her eyebrows knitting together with incredulity. "You can't just wash this over, you know. He will figure it out."

"It's been seventy years, Winters."

"So this is the first time they met again and look at what's already happened?" Chloe gestured towards Bucky. He was clearly trying his best to remember. "As much as you can brainwash with your high tech, the brain is a complicated thing. It's surprising."

"I knew him," Bucky said, inadvertently proving her point.

Chloe very quickly confirmed it. "You did!" After that, she had agents coming to retrieve her. She thrashed and yelled at them to leave her alone.

Bucky watched her with new curiosity—it was almost becoming familiar to him in a way. Being curious. Despite her loud yells, she seemed confident about what she was saying. He did know that man.

Pierce walked up to him while Chloe was forced to stay a good distance back. "Your work has been a gift to mankind. You shaped the century, and I need you to do it one more time. Society is at a tipping point between order and chaos. Tomorrow morning we're gonna give it a push. But, if you don't do your part, I can't do mine, and HYDRA can't give the world the freedom it deserves."

"What!?" Chloe's face scrunched. She knew that it was in her best interest not to speak but when had she ever been prudent about anything? "What kind of bullshit is that—"

"ENOUGH!" Rumlow pulled out his gun and pressed it against her temple. "I swear to God, Winters, say one more thing!" Chloe naturally recoiled from the cool metal on her skin, but being restrained didn't help get very far. "You don't have to die but we can sure as hell find a way to shut you up."

The natural fear in her whimper brought Bucky to make his conclusion that she was most certainly not like the others around him. If that was the truth then she had no reason to lie. She said that he did know the man on the bridge.

Pierce cleared his throat to remind him that he was still waiting for a response. Bucky's eyes left Chloe to meet the man's. "But I knew him," he insisted. He hadn't been certain about anything in a while, but now he was. "I did."

Pierce shook his head. "Winters, your little act is going to cost you."

Chloe made a face. "But I didn't—!"

"Prep him," he ordered the scientists.

"He's been out of cryo-freeze too long," one of them said.

"Then wipe him and start over!"

Chloe watched the people around them hurriedly move to do whatever Pierce instructed them to do. "What...what are they going to do?" She could see that whatever it was, Bucky was no stranger to it. He seemed ready for it but with a deep, and genuine, fear. She got the idea why when clamps shut around his arms. "Woah, woah, woah, wait!" She pushed herself towards them, forcing the agents around her to hold her back. "Leave him alone! It's my fault! I did it — leave him alone!" Her eyes started glowing a radiant blue, causing the agents to scramble to cuff her again.

Pierce was out of patience. "Implant the other piece," he commanded.

"What!? No!" Chloe's eyes widened with horror. "N-n-n-n-no!" The agents started pulling her away and as much as she fought, she couldn't stop them. "NO! NO! PLEASE DON'T! NO! NO!"

Bucky heard her screaming as she was dragged out of the room. It triggered a few more memories of himself in very similar situations. Endless screams just before the torture began. It was his last thought before his hell started all over again.

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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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🥀 Falling Apart 🥀

Chapter 1

Steve POV

"How are you, honey?" I ask closing my eyes.

"I'm fine"

"The girls?Jay?"

"They're fine" she replies while I heard a cry.

"Sorry Steve but I have to leave you, Jay has woken up.See you later"

I sigh full of frustration.

"Yeah, sure.Bye"

"Bye" Lily whispers back and then hangs up.

I remain motionless staring at the phone clutched in my hand.

She didn't even give me time to tell her I'd be back sooner than expected.

I feel a bundle of nerves.

I feel that I could explode at any moment.

"Are you all right hunk?" Nat asks watching me carefully.

I think about it for a moment.

I could continue lying as I have done for the last month.

I could continue to stick my head in the sand and carefully avoid addressing the problem.

But not today.

Today I feel particularly tired and on the verge of a mental breakdown.

Natasha continues to watch me without saying a word.

Her eyes as green as absinthe continue to bounce between me and the jet controls.

I put my phone in my pocket and then run my hands through my hair, ruffling it over and over again.

"No, nothing is all right.I feel like everything is falling apart" I admit with a sigh.

I lean forward placing my elbows on my knees and lowering my head.

I find myself staring at my feet unable to hold the gaze of my friend, my best friend after Bucky.

Natasha and I had a wonderful friendship right from the start.

She helped me a lot.

She has always been able to understand me.

She was my whole world when I thought I no longer had anyone.

After a few more seconds I feel her hand squeeze my shoulder tightly.

"What's going on Steve?" she asks me softly.

I squeeze my eyes tightly looking for the most suitable words to explain the situation I am experiencing, that Lily and I are experiencing.

I struggle to find the words because I am sure that once I have spoken openly with someone else the problem will become even more real.

We tried to ignore it, hoping it would disappear but over time it is only getting bigger and bigger.

I lift my head up to meet Nat's worried eyes.

"It's a mess at home.Things aren't going well with Lily" I admit feeling both light and defeated as a man.

Natasha sits down again in her place turning completely towards me, her posture is rigid.

My words struck her more than I imagined.

"What happens?Lily hasn't talked to me about anything"

"I think...I think she's ashamed of it.She thinks it's her fault"

The former Russian spy's gaze becomes more and more confused.

"What are you talking about Steve?" she asks, changing posture and leaning forward, she places her hand on my knee.

His blond bob sways for a few seconds.

"You know you can trust me.Everything you tell me will stay between the two of us"

I move my gaze from her hand to her face.

Her eyes are sweet and they contain all her concern for me.

"I really don't know where to start" I reply nervously.

"Lily and I barely talk to each other, mostly we only talk about the children.In the past two weeks, things have gotten worse.By now on the phone she answers in monosyllables"

I swallow empty feeling my chest tighten in a grip of pain.

"Since I have been away on this mission she has never said I love you to me.I know it will sound stupid but we did nothing but repeat it and now it's five fucking days that she hasn't told me anymore.I told her but she just answered me with a simple yeah" I add in one breath.

Natasha looks at me sadly.

"How is this possible Steve?Lily loves you, you have raised four wonderful children togheter.I can't believe that all your love has disappeared"

I stand up.

I feel nervous and I need to move.

I take a few steps back and forth trying to collect my thoughts.

"it is not gone.I love her even more than my own life and she too, I'm sure she loves me..."

"But?"

"But she has changed, Nat.Lily is no longer the same.She is so nervous.She...she is convinced that I don't want her like I used to.She is obsessed with the thought that in my eyes she is no longer attractive"

Natasha smiles.

"Why she would ever think that?"

I quickly look away from her eyes and this certainly does not go unnoticed.

"Steve, what aren't you telling me?"

Her question makes my heart beat faster.

But now that I have started this conversation I think it is useless to lie further.

"The problem is sex.The lack of sex"

Natasha's gaze hardens at my words.

She looks at me as if she is ready to tear my heart out of my chest and then dance on my corpse.

"Everything I could have thought Steve but not that you were that kind of man!Honestly what exactly do you expect from me?Comfort?Understanding?Jesus Christ Rogers!What the hell is wrong with you?"

I look at her, blinking totally numb.

"Natasha I don't know what you're thinking but I think you don't understand" I stammer totally taken aback by her aggression.

"Oh no, I understand perfectly well.Listen to me!That woman has only given birth three months ago and if she doesn't feel ready for sex yet, that's okay!You can't..."

"Woah woah!Slow down Romanoff!You have completely misunderstood!" I interrupt her by sitting down again in front of her and raising my hands in defense.

Her gaze tapers as she looks at me suspiciously.

"What do you mean?" she asks me crossing her arms to her chest.

I scratch the back of my neck feeling completely embarrassed.

Feeling like a complete idiot.

My gaze bounces from one point of the jet to the other.

"Wait!" Natasha exclaims.

"Please Steve, tell me that's not what I think" she adds, placing a hand in front of her mouth as if she is trying to hold back a nervous laugh.

For my part, I am confused by her question.

I shrug feeling helpless.

"Steve!Oh Steve!You can't turn down your fiancee like that.She has recently given birth, her hormones are in turmoil.You know how sensitive she is right now"

She sighs resignedly shaking her head.

We remain silent.

With my gaze lost in the blue of the sky I can feel her eyes burn on my skin.

"Why did you do that?And above all, did you try to explain to her why you did it?"

I shake my head, smiling briefly.

"A month ago Lily went to her gynecologist to check on how postpartum was going.She returned home happy, telling me that she was fine and the doctor told her that she could safely get back to doing...yeah...you know..."

"Sex.Rogers is called sex" Natasha interrupts me, giggling, making fun of me.

I roll my eyes.

"And what happened then?" my friend asks, in her eyes there is no malice but only a real interest for my problems.

"That evening, once we put all the children to bed, she started kissing me with the clear intention of having sex but I stopped her.I told her there was no rush, we could wait.Since that time it has been the decline.She accused me of no longer being attracted to her, that I rejected her because I find her fat" I spit angrily.

I hated every single word that came out of her mouth that night.

The accusations she made against me, besides being ridiculous, have offended me.

Does she really think I'm so superficial?

"But for you it's not like that"

"Of course it's not like that Nat!I am crazy about her.Her body is perfect for me.She is perfect"

I don't think I could ever think otherwise.

It's true that her body has become softer, her hips are more generous and her breasts more florid but that doesn't mean it's a bad thing for me.

"And did you explain this to her?" Natasha continues with her questions.

A corner of my lips rises in a bitter smile.

"Obviously...but she has heard no reason.She kept yelling at me and coming up with inappropriate arguments"

Maybe that's what hurt me the most.

Her lack of faith in my feelings.

After four children and a marriage proposal she can't really think what she told me.

"Inappropriate?" repeats Nat.

"Yes, inappropriate.She came up with nonsense about Peggy"

"Peggy Carter?"

"Mmh mmh.She said that I am not satisfied with her and that she is just a replacement.It's just absurd that Lily could have thought such a thing" I mutter feeling the anger build up inside me.

Peggy was a very important person to me.

She believed in me when I didn't even believe in me yet.

It's true, there was a time when I thought she was the love of my life but all that before I met Lily.

After catching her gaze on that New York sidewalk, I realized how much I overestimated my feelings for Peggy.

"Peggy was my first love it's true.But Lily is the love of my life.She is the only one I want.And I can swear it on my kids that if Peggy were here I would still choose Lily, I will always choose her" I whisper with a lump in my throat.

I love Lily with every fiber of my being and I feel dying at the idea that she is slipping away through my fingers.

Natasha looks into my eyes intensely, from her gaze I understand that there is something she is not telling me.

"What?" I ask suspiciously.

Natasha continues to hold my gaze as she speaks.

"This has always been her biggest fear.Do you remember the first Christmas you spent together?That evening as we were getting ready, she confided something to me?"

I nod.

I remember that evening.

I remember it perfectly.

That night we made love for the first time.

That night I felt the most beautiful emotions of my life.

"That night she confided to me that she was afraid you didn't love her as much as Peggy.That she would always come second in your life.I was convinced you solved it, that she told you about it but she apparently never did" Natasha continues.

"Yeah...she didn't do it" I reply disconsolately.

We both sigh.

"I know it's my fault.Since James was born I have almost always been away for work.I abandoned her, I left her alone to deal with three girls and a newborn..."

"Steve" Natasha stops me immediately placing her hand on my knee again.

"Steve you haven't abandoned her.This is your job and she has always been proud of your being Captain America.Your priority..."

"My priority should be my family.My woman.My children" I interrupt her abruptly but she smiles.

"But they are Steve, by doing your job you make the world a safer place.Your priority is to make the world a better place for your family to live.You do it for them, don't forget it"

I know.

And that's why I haven't given up on everything yet.

By doing my job I try to make this world a better place, because I want my family to be safe.

"Listen to me I don't question your good intentions Rogers.I know perfectly well that you are a good man.I know how much you love that woman and that you would do anything for her.But you have to try to understand her...in six years she has had three pregnancies and four children.Her nerves are in pieces.Even though you have always been a wonderful father and a present fiance, she is the one under the most stress.The children are little and mostly depend on her and even though we have always been close to her, it doesn't have to be easy for her"

Natasha is right.

Her life was turned upside down by many events.

She lived for ten years in submission at the mercy of a mad man whom she believed to be her father.

A father who almost destroyed her, who almost killed her.

A man who took her mother away from her forever.

A smile appears on my lips.

But Lily has always been stronger than she could ever imagine.

She defied space and time for me, she defied death to save me.

She defied death to give Sarah her life.

Lily gave me everything I ever wanted in life.

And how am I repaying her?

I am the first to die of desire for her and yet that evening of a month ago I rejected her because I naively thought I was doing her good.

Instead I didn't understand that she was just looking for confirmation and certainties from me.

I shake my head embittered.

"Damn Nat!What if I ruined everything?"

Natasha next to me laughs throwing her head back.

"Don't bullshit Rogers" she replies, continuing to laugh and turning to the jet control panel.

I watch her as she disengages the autopilot and resumes the controls of it.

"Listen to me!Tomorrow James and I will take the kids with us so you and Lily can have a nice evening together and maybe even a good night of wild sex"

Nat winks in my direction making me blush slightly.

"I'm serious Steve.You need some time for yourselves to find yourselves.To rediscover why you fell in love" she adds softly.

"Thanks Nat" I murmur grabbing her hand and squeezing it hard.

Natasha smiles at me and then makes the jet land very gently on the Compound landing strip.

Now I just have to make a stop before returning to my house and groped to be forgiven by my fiancée.

When I reach the porch of my house the sun is about to set.

The white facade of the house is illuminated by the last rays of the sun and the sky shines with that wonderful orange-red hue.

I open the front door and the first thing that strikes me is the silence.

In our house, silence is a rare thing.

Especially since the twins were born.

I walk straight towards the kitchen but the room is empty.

I feel the panic rising up my gut.

Where are the girls?

And Jay?

Where is Lily?

For a moment, just for a moment, a terrible thought comes into my mind.

What if Lily decided to leave me and take our children with her?

I shake my head trying to push these absurd thoughts away.

Lily would never do that to me.

I feel like an idiot just for thinking about it.

I take off my jacket leaving it on the kitchen counter and with a brisk pace I go upstairs to Sarah's room.

It's empty.

I step into that of the twins.

This is also empty.

With my heart pounding furiously in my chest I approach our bedroom, the door is open and the image that appears in front of me warms my heart.

Lily is sitting on the wicker rocking chair in front of the large window.

Squeezed in her arms there is my little James.

Lily gently rocks herself, humming a tender lullaby.

Jay looks at her almost entranced.

The sunset light hits them, creating bewitching plays of light, giving the scene an ethereal beauty.

The sweetness enclosed in this image only reminds me how special this woman is.

Fantastic.

Lily is a wonderful mother, a caring and loving fiancee.

She still hasn't noticed my presence, too intent on pouring all her attention on Jay.

I leaning against the door jamb to observe her, totally enraptured.

After a few minutes her eyes lift up and she finally becomes aware of my presence.

"Hi" she whispers smiling softly.

God, how much I have missed her!

Her gaze lingers on what I hold in my hands and her cheeks are colored with a delicious shade of red.

I still love having the power to embarrass her after all these years.

"Are those for me?" she asks, returning her gaze to mine.

I rock in place slightly embarrassed.

The weight of the words we said to each other, that we shouted at each other, weighs on my heart.

"Yeah.I know how much you like sunflowers" I whisper as I approach her and place the large bunch of sunflowers in the vase on the dresser next to me.

Lily turns her head to the sunflowers.

"Thank you.They're beautiful" she murmurs.

"Where are the girls?" I ask as I get closer to her.

Lily smiles.

"They are at the Compound with Pepper.They're having their first sleepover tonight.Morgan and Peter were so excited I couldn't say no to them"

I reach down to her and pull Jay from her arms.

She lays him gently in my arms and sits watching me.

I shift my gaze to my baby's.

His eyes, blue just like mine, are watching me.

I lean towards him kissing his mop of black curls.

I take a deep breath of his sublime perfume, that perfume that only newborns have.

I sit on the edge of the bed and turn my attention back to my fiancée.

I observe her carefully.

She is wearing black leggings and one of my old t-shirts.

Her hair is pulled back into a messy bun and deep dark circles surround her gorgeous black eyes.

"I'm sorry" I whisper feeling small and insignificant.

Only now I am realizing how exhausting her days are.

Lily looks down without saying anything.

I rock Jay gently for another couple of minutes until his eyelids begin to flicker and after an adorable yawn he falls asleep.

I get out of bed continuing to rock him and paying the utmost attention I place him in his crib.

I cover him with a sheet and kiss his forehead.

"I love you my little one" I whisper, stroking his little head.

I take a deep breath and walk up to Lily.

I kneel at her feet, grabbing her hands in mine.

"Sorry I was absent"

Lily shakes her head.

"It's your job Steve"

"That doesn't mean I don't feel guilty for often leaving you alone with four children" I whisper to her and then kiss the back of her hand.

Very slowly I approach and rest my head on her lap.

After a few moments of hesitation, Lily begins to stroke my hair.

"I love you Steve"

And at her words I return to breathe.

I lift my head bringing my gaze into hers, her little hand from my hair moves to my cheek and I rock in her touch.

Lily smiles leaning towards me until her lips are on mine.

It's a short kiss.

Sweet.

But full of unspoken words.

Full of whispered apologies.

"I love you too honey" I reply.

I stand up and offer her my hand.

She looks at me curiously but without asking questions she grabs my hand and I help her to get up.

Once on her feet I draw her towards me locking her in my embrace.

My arms wrap her shoulders and she with a great sigh buries her face in my chest while her hands cling tightly to the fabric of my shirt.

We remain embraced wrapped in silence but after a few moments a small sob escapes from Lily's lips, immediately followed by another.

"Don't cry my babygirl.What happens?" I whisper in her ear.

I feel so helpless in her pain that I want to scream.

"I took my last shower three days ago" she whimpers against my chest.

I continue to hold her tight while I massage her back with one of my hands.

It sounds like an insignificant statement but to my ears it rings like a cry for help.

"It's alright Lily, it's alright" I try to reassure her.

I feel her sniff.

"I'm sorry to react like this, it's just that I feel a bit stressed"

"I know honey but now you don't have to worry anymore.I asked Fury for some free time.I promise you I'll be more present now" I whisper to her.

At my words Lily moves away from my chest showing me her red and shiny eyes.

"But you love your job" she replies, almost shocked by the idea that I might want to take a break from it.

"You love being Captain America, Steve"

I shak my head with a smile.

"But I love you more.And our children" I reply simply by shrugging my shoulders.

Lily stands on tiptoe and kisses me, this time with a little more audacity.

Her tongue slides over my lips, a sweet invitation that I am unable to resist.

My hands wrap her face while giving more strength to our kiss I push her to tilt her head back.

A soft moan escapes her lips.

And for me it is heaven.

"How about we take this shower together?" I whisper sensually, sliding my lips along her neck and sucking her soft skin.

Lily just jumps.

"Jay?"

"Jay is sleeping.And we'll be in the room next door" I keep murmuring with my lips on her skin.

She seems to hesitate a moment but then her hands sink into my hair and another moan escapes from her lips.

This is definitely a sign of surrender.

So continuing to kiss her I lift her into my arms making her legs wrap around my waist.

We resume kissing like two lovebirds and with a sure-footed step I walk towards the bathroom door in our room.

It is a small bathroom, equipped only with the necessary and a small shower.

Exactly everything I need right now.

Before crossing the threshold of the door Lily breaks away from my lips by reaching out her arm towards my shoulders.

"Get the baby monitor" she whispers softly to avoid waking the baby.

I giggle rolling my eyes.

"Lily is not needed, we are a few steps from him"

"Please.Just for safety"

"Ok ok.You win" I mumble going back and grabbing the baby monitor with one hand, then I head back to the bathroom.

I put the little monitor on the sink and without even bothering to take off our clothes, with Lily still in my arms, I sling under the shower opening the water.

Lily giggles in amusement.

I put her down making sure she's steady on her feet and then go hungry on her lips.

Lily POV

Steve grabs the edges of my now soaked t-shirt and making me lift my arms he pulls it from my head.

I am not wearing anything under it and his gaze lights up as if he had seen a mirror of water after days without drinking.

His eyes sparkle with hunger.

A hunger that I hadn't seen in him for a while.

The same hunger that grips my bowels.

He throws himself with arrogance on my sensitive breasts due to breastfeeding, making me jump with sweet pleasure mixed with pain.

His soft lips wrap around a nipple and his sweet tongue licks it slowly.

I automatically arch my back, digging my hands into his soaked hair.

I moan trying to keep my voice low.

I don't want the baby to wake up.

But I don't want it for a completely selfish reason...

I don't want to interrupt this moment.

I don't want Steve to stop.

I know we have to talk and face what has happened in the last month but now I don't want to.

Now I just want to enjoy the feel of his hands on my body.

Of his tongue on my body.

A shiver runs through me when his hands move on my hips and with a single movement he takes off my leggings and panties.

Leaving me totally naked under his eager and hungry gaze.

On the contrary, he is still fully dressed.

"You have a little too many clothes on for my tastes Captain" I whisper sensually with a hint of disappointment in my voice.

I watch him as he kneels at my feet and very slowly grabs my right thigh and places it on his shoulder.

His crystalline gaze burns in mine.

"There will be time for that too.Now let your daddy take care of you.I've neglected you for so long that I can't forgive myself.Let me make amends" he whispers, moving his face closer and closer to my glowing center.

I can feel his warm breath between my thighs and this is enough for me to go into ecstasy.

Steve sinks his face into my body and his tongue freaks me out.

He licks me slowly, long hot laps that make my legs tremble.

Then his mouth lingers on my clit, he gently squeezes it between his lips and then begins to sucks.

I gasp desperately in pleasure, my hands wander everywhere.

In his hair, on his shoulders, looking for a foothold to remain standing.

"I missed you so much" I gasp in spasms of pure pleasure.

Steve brings a hand between my legs and while his tongue takes care of the clit worshiping it, his fingers explore.

I feel them slide easily inside me and then move it in that way that I love so much.

My breathing quickens and the moans become more and more uncontrolled.

My hips move to meet the thrust of Steve's hand.

"Cum for me my babygirl" Steve gasps on my sex giving me goosebumps.

I grab his hair between my closed fists and pulling them lightly I cum murmuring his name like a sweet litany.

Steve remains on his knees continuing to stimulate me until I feel my legs give way.

At that point he stands up and pressing his hard and firm body against mine he pushes me impetuously against the shower tiles, kissing me almost angrily.

His tongue enters my mouth overwhelmingly grabbing and plundering everything in its path.

Everything around us is a cloud of steam, the hot water continues to flow over our heads, washing away the last residues of anxieties and worries.

My impatient hands grab his shirt now soaked in water and with fingers trembling with pleasure they unbutton the first buttons but Steve seems impatient so without caring about anything he grabs the two ends and pulls them making the buttons pop.

"You know I will not mend it" I tease him while with my fingers I trace the sensual lines of his abdominal muscles where the drops of water chase each other eager to travel every inch of that body that seems to be carved in marble.

A hiss escapes Steve's lips as my fingers travel through that wonderful and sensual V and plunge into his pants, brushing his rock-hard erection that throbs anxiously to rejoin my body.

"I don't give a shit!" he whispers as he unbuttons his pants with impatient hands, lowering them down his muscular thighs.

"Language" I scold him, snatching a smile from him.

"In these cases I'm not a bigoted my babygirl" he murmurs while with a last gesture he takes off his boxers, letting them fall at his feet.

"Oh in that case...why you don't fuck me right now, daddy?" I murmur blinking languidly as I wrap my fingers around his warm erection.

A cavernous growl resounds in his chest and grabbing my arms he spins me around until my back is facing him.

"Anything you want" he whispers in my ear grabbing my buttocks in his hands and penetrating me.

And despite the passion and the heat of the moment he does it softly, aware that it is the first time we have had sex since I gave birth to Jay.

My hands try to find a grip on the tiles made slippery by the water.

I moan slightly in pain trying to relax as much as possible to allow my body to get used to his sweet intrusion again.

"Are you okay honey?" Steve asks me wrapping an arm around my waist while with the other hand he pushes my wet hair away from my face.

I nod unable to speak.

Everything is so painfully perfect that words struggle to find the way.

Steve kisses me leaning my head back and slowly begins to move inside my body.

His full length slides in and out of my pussy as his arm around my waist continues to help keep me on my feet.

His free hand goes down and teases my clit.

Steve panting nonstop in my ear sending bursts of pure pleasure all over my body.

My hands cling to the sides of his thighs, clawing at the flesh with my nails.

The hand that was immersed between my thighs goes up my stomach, touches my breasts as he passes by and then rests on my neck.

His strong, calloused fingers wrap perfectly around it, squeezing just enough to make another disarming orgasm overwhelm me, shaking every particle of my body.

Steve's grunts become more intense and stiffening from his pleasure I feel him cum inside me.

We stay still so letting our hearts resume beating at a normal pace.

I turn around in his arms, throwing my arms around his neck and kissing him softly.

"I missed you" I whisper on his lips.

"I missed you too"

We smile at each other but then a thought hits me with all the weight of it.

"Jay!" I exclaim in fear, poking my head out of the shower stall, looking at the baby monitor.

I was so taken with pleasure that I completely forgot about my little baby.

"Don't fret Lily.He is sleeping.Look" Steve whispers reaching out and grabbing the baby monitor to bring it closer to my face.

On the small screen I see my little one sleeping blissfully.

I take a breath and relax, my heart begins to slow its furious rush.

Steve smiles at me and grabbing the shampoo he starts washing my hair.

We soap each other while continuing to steal kisses and caresses.

Words of love and moans are lost in the air evaporating around us.

Once we are dry and dressed, we go back to the bedroom.

The room is now plunged into darkness, the sun has set.

Steve lies down on the bed but before I can reach him a little cry attracts the attention of both of us.

"I think someone is hungry" Steve chuckles as he leans his back against the headboard and crosses his arms across his chest.

His usually always perfectly combed blonde hair falls softly around his face.

His gaze seems much more relaxed than he has been in the last month.

And now I feel much better too.

I smile and approaching the crib I grab Jay and then go and sit on the bed next to Steve.

I lift my shirt allowing Jay to position himself comfortably in my arms and he eagerly latches onto my breasts.

Jay begins to feed from my breast while with his beautiful eyes he continues to observe me and his father who has moved and placed himself right next to us.

I shake my head, sighing in amusement.

"What's up?" Steve asks with a half smile.

"I was thinking that out of four children all four have your eyes.I find it unfair" I complain pretending to pout.

Pout that Steve never misses an opportunity to kiss and makes me laugh.

"Maybe the next one will have your eyes" he shrugs with indifference.

I glare at him with my gaze making him burst out laughing.

"I can't find anything funny Captain Asshole!" I answer seriously and then let myself be infected by his joy.

I smile too, rolling my eyes.

We remain silent until Steve's voice brings me back to reality.

"I'm sorry Lily.I'm sorry my actions led you to think those things" he murmurs.

I shake my head at his words.

"What?"

"You don't have to apologize Steve.It's my fault.I'm sorry I accused you of those things"

We remain silent again.

Steve speaks again but this time he does it looking straight ahead.

"You're sorry but deep down you really think so, don't you?"

I think about it and wonder if I should continue lying or finally face my fears.

"Yes"

Steve sighs and then turns to me.

"I love you Lily.Not Peggy.It's you the woman I want"

I feel comforted by his words but something inside of me hesitates in fear and this is not unnoticed to Steve.

"Listen to me" he whispers, wrapping his arm around my shoulders.

"Peggy was the first person I loved in a romantic way.You are the first and the only one I can say that I have truly fallen in love with.The moment my gaze landed on you for the first time, I knew I would never have a chance.I told myself that if I didn't try to get to know you, I would regret it all my life.You are the only one.And you will always be" he adds, placing his lips on my forehead.

I close my eyes and let out a shaking sigh.

"I love you Steve" I whisper, resting my head on his shoulder.

"I love you too" he answers me softly.

Jay has meanwhile finished his feed and yawning snuggles against my chest falling asleep almost immediately.

Steve offers to put him back in his crib and once he's done he come back to bed.

And wrapped in his arms I spend the next few hours chatting about everything and nothing.

As we have not done for some time.

We chat until sleep envelops us in his sweet mantle.

An annoying noise awakens me from my state of bliss.

The sun rushes into the room illuminating the crib where Jay is still sleeping.

I try to sit up and blink frantically to get used to the daylight.

That annoying noise continues to vibrate in my ears and apparently also in Jay's as he nervously turns his little head from side to side as if he were trying to chase this ugly noise away.

I turn to the night stand and realize that that unpleasant sound is coming from there.

It's my phone ringing.

"What happens?" asks Steve's sleepy voice behind me.

I turn to him, checking my phone's display.

"My father" I yawned in confusion as I accepted the call.

"Hello?" I ask trying to get up because Jay has started to cry.

But Steve is faster than me, he gets up and with two big strides approaches the crib taking the baby in his arms.

Then he comes and sits next to me.

"Lily you must come to the Sanctuary.Immediately"

My father's voice sounds alarmed.

"What's going on dad?"

"Is Steve with you?" he asks me without answering my question.

"Yes, he is here.Dad you're scaring me what's up?The girls?" my voice dies in my throat.

Maybe something has happened to the girls and my father doesn't know how to tell me?

At my question Steve stiffens.

His body is a bundle of nerves even though his grip on Jay continues to be as delicate as the wings of a butterfly.

"The girls are with Pepper but you and Steve need to come here right away!Move!"

So saying he hangs up without giving me the opportunity to ask further questions.

I stand up almost dazed, I feel confused.

Steve watches me closely.

"What's going on honey?" he asks me while I'm already with my head in the closet looking for something to wear.

I pull out jeans and a simple white shirt.

"I...I don't know.My father looked really scared.I don't know!It's not like him...he just told me he wants both of us to be at the Sanctuary.Immediately" I exclaim while in the meantime I have already dressed.

I run to the bathroom to brush my teeth.

I look in the mirror and a shiver runs down my spine.

There is something wrong.

Something horrible is about to happen.

I feel that.

I quickly get out of the bathroom and grabbing a bag I fill it with everything Jay needs, then I take the baby from Steve's arms and place him on the bed I begin to change him.

"Hurry up Steve!Get dressed!I will open a portal to the Sanctuary" I exclaim without looking at him as I dress my child with automatic gestures and my heart swollen with fear.

I feel the tears rise to my eyes but I push them back strongly.

After all, I should have expected it.

I am a Guardian.

I have decided to share my life with Captain America.

With an Avangers.

And now something is coming to threaten our peace.

I should be ready but I'm not really.

"Lily?Lily honey can you hear me?" Steve's voice brings me back to reality.

I shake my head trying to get all my cool back.

"Hold the baby" I murmur and then open a portal right in front of our eyes.

Blue sparks crackle all around us as we cross it and in a moment we are in front of the large wooden staircase of the Sanctuary.

Staircase that is currently destroyed, as if something had rained down from above and had shattered it.

I look up and realize that much of the ceiling is also destroyed.

What the hell is going on?

The portal closes behind me and the first thing I notice is Tony's shocked face.

What the hell is Tony Stark doing in my father's house at 10 on Sunday morning?

"What happens?" I ask, looking around in search of my father.

I find him next to Steve, he's taking his grandson in his arms.

And in that moment I notice them.

Two men in front of the staircase.

They are both very tall but have two completely different physicalities.

One of them is blond with long hair that falls over his shoulders and two eyes as blue as the sea.

His body is made up of a mass of muscle and strength.

His gaze looks good but there is something in his eyes that leaves me breathless.

A pain so palpable that it leaves me stunned.

The man next to him has a much slimmer build, has long black hair and eyes so green that they seem unnatural.

His austere and haughty gaze only observes me from the moment I set foot in the Sanctuary.

I think I know who they are.

Steve and the others told me about them.

"Thor!" Steve exclaims turning to the blond man and approaching him, the two men hugs.

Then Steve's gaze moves for a moment to the other man, looking at him with suspicion.

Everything lasts a few moments then his attention is completely refocused on Thor.

"My friend.I bring horrible news.I'm sorry"

And with that Thor sets his gaze on me.

I honestly feel totally unprepared for this.

I cross my arms across my chest, preventing panic from taking hold of me.

"What the hell is going on?"

My father looks at me continuing to hold Jay to his chest but does not answer me, it is Thor who does it.

"A lethal threat is upon your world.Thanos is coming here to get hold of the last three Infinity Stones" he murmurs in his dark voice.

My arms drop lifeless along my body.

"What are you saying Thor?" Steve asks.

In his eyes I can see all the despair that Thor's words imply.

Someone is coming to get the Stones.

This means that my life and my father's are in danger.

"He's saying Thanos is a fool.And he will exterminate all your people to take possession of the Stones" replies the man with the emerald eyes.

"Loki is right" adds Thor with his big teary eyes.

"He exterminated all my people Captain.Asgard no longer exists.My brother Loki and I are all that's left of it"

I feel the chill invade my heart.

"What Stones do he owns?" I ask in a cold tone.

"He is in possession of the Soul Stone, Reality Stone and Power Stone.Already like this he is the most powerful creature in the universe" my father replies, turning to me for the first time since I arrived.

In his eyes there is all the pain of a father.

"If he could get his hands on all six Stones he could destroy life to an extent unimaginable to date" adds Loki.

Tony gets up nervously from his chair and starts pacing back and forth nervously.

He looks like he's about to say something but his phone rings.

He grabs it by responding promptly.

"Rhodey?What happens?" asks the millionaire in a worried voice.

He nods a couple of times while remaining silent.

"Ok ok.Hold on" he exclaims, hanging up.

"What happens?" I ask.

God today I seem to be a broken record.

"Barton just showed up at the Compound, with him are Wanda and Vision.Vision is seriously injured.Apparently Thanos' men found him but they managed to escape"

I try to listen to what Tony says but in my head only his first words ring out.

Barton just showed up at the compound.

At the Compound where my girls are at the moment.

"Steve!" I whimper agitatedly.

He immediately approaches my side, the curious gazes of the two Asgardian brothers follow his every movement.

Steve wraps his big hands around my face.

"The girls are at the Compound" I whisper full of terror.

This Thanos and his men seem cruel and unstoppable.

What if they break into the Avengers headquarters?

Steve's anguished gaze is the mirror of mine, he too is thinking the same thing.

He bends down to kiss my forehead.

Tony approaches us.

"Captain, take Jay and go to the Compound.Natasha and the others need you.Take Jay with you, once you get there Pepper will take all the children to a safe place" murmurs Tony equally terrified.

His children are also there.

Paul, the son of Sam and Layla is also there.

Steve shakes his head letting go of my face.

"I will not leave you!" he exclaims with conviction.

I smile sadly as I approach him who in the meantime has moved away from me reaching Thor's side.

"Listen to me babe!Here, there is nothing you can do"

"Here I have you to protect" he interrupts me.

I smile with my heart swollen with love for this wonderful man.

"I can take care of myself Rogers, have you forgotten that?" I tease him but he doesn't let himself be provoked.

He doesn't smile.

Infinite emotions pass on his face.

Anger, fear, torment, wrath.

I get a little closer and grab his hands.

"Take Jay with you.Keep the children safe.I will arrive as soon as possible.I promise you" I whisper, hating me with all of myself.

I'm making him a promise that I know is going to be really hard to keep.

And he knows it too.

"Take care of our children.Tell them mom loves them" I murmur in a tearful voice.

Steve wraps me in his arms, squeezing me against his body.

His trembling hands caress every part of my face.

"This is not a goodbye" he hisses in anger and then kisses me wildly, ignoring all eyes on us.

When he lets me go, I go back to my father.

"Give me the baby, dad" I whisper.

My dad hugs Jay and kisses his head.

"See you soon champion" he whispers, laying him in my arms.

I take a moment to impress the scent of my baby in my memory.

I feel the tears push against my eyes at the thought that I may never see him again.

At the thought that I can't hug Sarah, Sophia and Natalia to say them goodbye.

"I love you James.I love you so much.I do it for you and your sisters.I hope someday you'll understand me, my choices" I whisper in his ear as I approach Steve.

Steve takes the baby from my arms and my father opens a portal for him.

I thank him with a look, at the moment I'm so out of my mind that I don't know if I would have succeeded.

"I love you Elisabeth.Come back to us" my wonderful fiance pleads me.

I nod.

"I love you too, Captain" I whisper.

The portal closes again, depriving me of their sight.

A trembling sigh leaves my lips.

"It's going to be okay little Strange" Tony whispers at my side.

"I hope so" I reply devoid of any emotion.

Thor continues to observe me, his undeterred gaze begins to tire me so I begin to stare at him in turn raising an eyebrow.

"I didn't know that Captain Rogers had a family with the Guardian of the Space Stone.How many children do you have?" he asks me.

I think back to my beautiful family and a big smile spreads on my lips.

"Four" I murmur feeling a lump tighten my throat.

But now is not the time to bask in pain.

Now we need to find a plan to follow.

I turn to my father who has already regained all his composure.

His gaze is serious and lucid now.

"How long do we have?" I ask him.

Thor seems to want to answer but Loki silences him with a wave of his hand.

All our eyes are now on him.

Loki ignores us and approaches the large entrance door.

From its glass we see people running in despair, screams of pure panic echo in the street.

My feet seem to move on their own, I pass by Loki opening the door in front of me.

I go out into the street and the scene that appears in front of me is surreal.

There are people who scream and run away.

At a brisk pace I head towards the point from which all these citizens are fleeing.

It's panic out here.

A woman falls at my feet, I bend down to help her and while I help her to get back on her feet a car swerves and crashes into a light pole just a few steps away from us.

The screams of people are getting louder and more frightening.

"You better hide your Stones" Stark yells behind me.

"Or maybe we will have to use them" murmurs my father who joined me.

We both prepare for the fight.

Thor and Loki are behind us.

They too seem ready to fight.

Turning the corner, we all stop suddenly and remain speechless.

Up in the sky, a kind of spaceship is approaching, remaining suspended a few hundred meters above the ground.

All five of us approach cautiously when suddenly a ray of blue light hits the ground and two strange figures appear from them.

One is more than 7 feet, is huge and he holds a kind of extremely creepy ax in its hands.

The other is much lower.

He doesn't look as scary as his friend but something makes me say that he is much more powerful.

They look humanoid but they're face have something that reminds me of mollusks.

Their skin is gray and their black eyes seem devoid of any depth.

"Hear me and rejoice.You are about to die at the hands of Thanos' children.Be grateful that your insignificant lives now contribute to the balance..."

"I'm sorry but the Earth is closed today!You better pack your bags and leave" exclaims Tony interrupting the ranting of this strange being.

The monster looks at Tony with a sort of contempt in his gaze and ignoring his words turns his attention to me and my father.

"Guardians of Stones.Does this talkative animal speak for you?" he asks almost annoyed that he has been interrupted.

I take a few steps forward sliding my power through my hands.

Blue sparks wrap around them going up my arms.

"You have boundless both in this city and in this planet!" I scream.

"It means go away Squiddy!" Stark adds making a mockery of the alien.

Behind me my father projects his magic into his hands as he prepares for the fight.

Thor holds a large hammer in his hands while Loki whirls some knives in the air.

Tony by my side gives me a wink and after a moment the Iron Man armor is all around his body.

The disgusting aliens in front of us doesn't seem to be making a move.

He just sighs and turning to the monster to his right murmurs "All this wears me out.Bring me the Stones"

And at his words that monster of more than 7 feet begins to inexorably advance towards us.

But if until a few minutes ago I felt scared and unprepared now it is no longer the case.

I feel charged with a new strength.

If I want to keep the people I love safe, I have to fight with all my strength and abilities.

And now here we are.

The fight is about to begin and I will not allow anyone to harm my children, my Captain, my friends, my family.

I will fight.

Thanos will regret attacking Earth.

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imagines--galore · 2 years

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can I request a fluff fic, Pairing is Steve Rogers x Reader. basically reader is high on anesthesia and confesses they love Steve. Tony films this and shows it in front of the team. the reader is embarrassed. Steve finds her crying on the roof and reveals his feelings for her.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader Rating || Genres || Warnings: T+ Romance. Fluff. Slight Angst. Few curse words. A/N: OMG My first request!!!! I'm so excited for this. And thank you for sending it in @hamiltonofjakkuu This is for you! Y/N: Your Name. Y/H/N: Your Hero Name. Sorry for any mistakes. This is my first time writing something like this!

Also I am now taking requests so go ahead and send me stuff. You can find my rules here. Please send me stuff to write!

Normally after a rather harrowing mission the Team would take a few days off before they would be declared fit to tackle the next batch of baddies. And that is exactly what happened this time. Though it was more then a few days since nearly every single member of the Team had gotten injured in some way. Clint had a concussion, Natasha a sprained ankle from landing wrong. Steve was supporting an array of colorful bruises along his chin and jaw. Tony had a bruised wrist. And you had a fractured arm. Thor and Bruce had managed to escape unscathed, which you envied. Your arm had hurt like a bitch and it still did when you moved it wrong. The nurse had said you had managed to break it. It was a miracle the bone hadn't shattered when you had made that jump to save yourself from the exploding bomb.

No one was complaining though. Getting hurt came with the job.

Except for Tony that is. He was being an absolute baby because the doctor had ordered him away from his lab and Pepper had asked JARVIS to lock the room until she said when. To give his wrist time to rest the doctor had claimed.

And so Tony had to look elsewhere for entertainment. Which, unfortunately, included annoying his team mates.

The Genius had managed to drag them all into the Rec Room for a little movie night. It wasn't an ordinary movie night though.

This was special.

Apparently Tony had installed cameras all over the Tower, as one did for security, and according to him there were certain rather hilarious moments and scenarios he wished to share with the rest of them. The star of those moments?

The Avengers.

"You don't think he managed to uncover that video of me accidentally calling for an escort service instead of a cab service do you?" Steve muttered frowning from where he sat in-between Natasha and you. The red head smirked. "Oh, I'm sure he did." You gave the Captain a gentle pat on the shoulder. "But we all know it was an accident." You reassured him, though you tried your best to hide your mirth as you recalled the situation. He gave you a look, which only made you laugh, though you knew he wasn't really angry at you.

Once everybody was comfortably situated Tony called for JARVIS to pull up the videos.

Chaos ensued. Whoever starred in the video would offer protests and explanation while the rest of the Team teased them at their expense. Your ribs hurt from laughing so much. You were glad it was your left arm that was in a sling. During one video, which included a rather frustrated god of Thunder and his fight with voice control, you had laughed so hard, you fell against Steve as he sat next to you.

As soon as you realized what you had done, you moved off him, muttering a soft apology, a blush rising to your cheeks as you resumed your previous position. Steve only smiled in reassurance, making your heart beat all the faster. You cursed every known and unknown deity that you could never tell him of your true feelings for him. When it came to confrontation, you had never been very good at it. At least a confrontation that included words. If there was a physical confrontation you were the first to jump in and start throwing punches.

Tony's voice pulled you out of your thoughts. "And now for the pièce de ré·sis·tance." He proclaimed in a french accent. Everyone settled in for the last video of the night. The screen went black before the clip started to play.

You frowned.

There was you in the infirmary bed with your arm in a sling. A quick glance at the time and date stamp confirmed that this was when you had gotten back from the most recent mission. Though you didn't remember Tony making a video of you.

"And our final member of the Team. Y/H/N." Tony's voice came through the speaker. "A broken arm and a few scrapes and bruises, but nothing a couple days rest won't heal." He had just been banned from his lab, and had decided to document every member of the Team. You stared straight at the camera, a dreamy faraway look in your eyes.

"Oh shit." You muttered under your breath as you realized what was going on.

Video you was pumped full of anesthesia while the doctor had put your arm back in place. And from the looks of it, you were just now coming out of it, which meant you were groggy and confused and a little loose-tongued.

"Tony!" Your voice was slurred as you held your arms out as best as you could. Your body had still felt too heavy and your moves were uncoordinated. "Am not feeling good. Go 'way."

Beside you Steve grinned, while Natasha gave a small laugh at your antics onscreen. "Thank god it wasn't adrenaline the doctors gave her." Clint muttered, frowning at the memory of a hyper-active you very nearly bouncing off the walls of the Tower. Thor shushed him, slurping at his drink through his straw, completely engrossed in the video.

"Oh come on! You look good for someone who survived a blast." Tony assured you, prompting you to blink owlishly at him. "Ish veryone ok?" You asked, sounding small, prompting the audience watching to coo and tease you. "Awww Y/N. You do care about us." Natasha teased, throwing a teasing wink your way. You threw a cushion in her direction as the video continued.

"Yeah! Everyone is fine. Legolas hit his head. Widow won't be jumping around for awhile, and I'm banned from the lab. But otherwise we're all fine." Tony reassured you as you nodded along, the words barely registering in your head.

"And Steve?"

You stiffened as you heard your soft voice coming through the speaker. Oh no.

"Capsicle? He's fine. He's a Super-Soldier. Nothing hurts him." You shook your head. "Steve was hurt I saw him." A look of absolute worry was etched across your features as you looked at Tony behind the phone he held.

"Tony! Turn it off." The memory of the moment began to flood back to you and you sat up, your heart thumping wildly in your chest and a look of sheer panic in your eyes as she pleaded with the Genius. "Why're you so worried about Steve? I don't hear you asking about Point break and Banner." The video continued as Tony smirked at you. "And miss the best part?"

Now everyone was looking between the two of you. "Wh-"

"Because I love him."

Everyone froze.

"You love Cap?"

"I love Steve. Yes."

Sheer absolute horror filled every fiber of your being as you watched your confession play out for everyone to see. Everyone, including Steve.

Tony was grinning like a mad man, but once he saw the look in your eyes the grin dropped and he actually looked guilty. "Hey. I di-"

"I have to go."

So saying, you bolted out of the room, not giving anyone a chance to say or do something as you disappeared behind the door.

For the next few hours you sought refuge on the landing pad of the Tower. With no mission scheduled, the area was empty, with the Quinjet resting inside a nearby hanger.

The feeling of horror hadn't left you a single second as you buried your head between your knees, as if the posture would make you appear smaller until eventually you disappeared. Yes, you had harbored feelings for Steve for some time now. But you had been careful to hide them and had no intention of revealing them. Not only because he was the leader and you didn't want to be that person who fell for the leader, it was such a trope. But because you knew that Steve was still in love with Peggy. Granted Peggy was now an old woman and had lived her life, but his feelings for her were still recent. At least for him. And you didn't want to burden him with your feelings. He already had so much to get through without you unloading on him. Knowing him, he would want to give some sort of response. But you didn't want that. Probably because you were sure he would reject you. So it was better that you hid your love for him.

Nat had been suspicious that you had been hiding something. The woman was too good sometime, but she had made no comment about it. Now Tony had gone had revealed it to everyone.

To Steve.

The thought made you moan in despair, your dramatic ass already planning on running away and changing your identity just so you wouldn't have to confront Steve.

"Thought I'd find you here."

Well that plan went south fast.

Glancing up you saw Steve standing next to you. You had thought you would be hidden by the shadows, since you were sitting next to the glass doors and the light only filtered straight on the landing area. No such luck.

Steve slid the door closed. "May I?" He gestured to the spot next to you. You shrugged, shuffling slightly to make room as he slid down next to you. It was quiet for a few seconds.

"Tony says he's sorry." Despite the horrible burning in your gut you let out a noise of disgust. "Yeah, right. The whole reason for this night was to humiliate me." Tears pricked the back of your eyes and you blinked to keep them from falling. "This is what I get for trusting people. They throw it back in your face." Alright so maybe, you were allowing a few past experiences with the outlook of your present situation. But you were angry and you were embarrassed. Another bout of silence passed before you sighed and closed your eyes as your head rested against the wall behind you.

"Look whatever it is you came to say, just say it. Then we can put this whole thing behind us." You were eager to get away from this situation. Get away from him. Especially since you knew he was there to reject your feelings and nothing more. Steve was a nice guy. At least he would let you down easy.

"Thats the problem. I don't think I can put it behind me." Your eyes snapped open and you turned your gaze towards him. He continued to stare ahead, though there was a small albeit adorably shy smile playing across his lips as he did. Your stomach did a weird somersault. Oh, why did he have to be so cute?!

"You what?" You managed to get out, staring at him stupidly. He finally turned his bright blue gaze to meet yours and all you could do was stare back.

"Because I love you too Y/N. And I don't want to put this behind me."

Once more there was absolute silence. For a good few minutes as you continued to stare at him. Suddenly the sound of static sounded followed by Tony's voice.

"Think you broke Y/N, Cap."

That seemed to snap you out of your dazed state as your eyes instantly found the target. A camera pointed right at the two of you. Its red light blinking innocently. Steve was frowning as he stood up. "Tony. Stay out of this."

Before he could say anything else, you had stood, reached into your sling and pulled out a dagger you had hidden there was safekeeping. A second later the blade was embedded in the glass eye of the camera and sparks flew before the device died. Steve let out a bark of laughter, shooting you a look of admiration.

"You've been practicing." He praised, prompting a shy smile from you. "Yeah, Nat's been helping." You revealed with a shrug. A moment of silence before you pursed your lips, averting your gaze, though the smile remained on your lips.

"So......you want to go out sometime?" You asked, voice hopeful and barely contained with excitement. Steve grinned, reaching out to clasp your free hand and stepping closer to you then he had been before. "How about I pick you up tomorrow around 6." Your managed to meet his eyes, smiling brightly at him as you did.

"Its a date."

Bonus:

"They better name their first kid after me."

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foreversecrets · 1 year

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Waking up from the ice, Steve manages to form a new pack with his found brothers Ari, Andy, Lloyd, and Ransom the tricky part is finding their omegas.

Uncompromising - Steve Rogers x OC (Emma Dotson)

Chapter 1: The Broken Healer

Chapter 2 Mending Prespective

Chapter 3 Determination

Whistleblower - Lloyd Hansen x OC (Rebecca Wilson)

Chapter 1: Home Invasion

Gerrymandering - Ransom Drysdale . OC (Alice)

Chapter 1: Hope

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girl-of-many-fandoms · 2 years

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Closure

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Sometimes closure is all we need.

Warnings: mention of death

He's not gone, he's on the moon doing moon stuff <3

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"You should really visit him Y/N, he asked for you again."

"Not a chance Sam. You and Bucky might have forgiven him and moved past what he did but I'm not."

Y/N continued to clean up around her apartment while the super soilder and bird man, well, the new Captain America watched on as she worked.

"Doll, we don't know how much longer he has here and he'd really like to see you. Yes, what he did was wrong but please, go see him." Releasing a heavy sigh, Y/N looked over at the both of them. On their way over to her place they had made a deal to not leave until she agreed to go visit her ex lover.

"Fine."

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"He's in here."

"Thank you."

Y/N looked at Steve through the little window on the door to his room, silently cursing at Sam and Bucky for even pushing her to do this. The man that was once trapped in a younger body now sat on the bed in a fragile, wrinkled body. Pushing the door open she entered, gaining the old man's attention.

"Y/N, you came."

"Steve."

His voice was much softer now than she had remembered. Standing at the foot of his bed, she stuffed her hands in her pockets with a hard look on her face. Steve was starting to lose hope that he'd ever see her again and he completely understood why she was so adamant against coming to visit him after two and a half months.

"How have you been?"

"Fine."

"Can you stop with the one worded responses please? I'm trying to have a conversation with you." Scoffing she moved over to the window, she couldn’t believe him.

"The one time you should have wanted to have a conversation with me, you didn't. Instead, you talked to Bucky about going back to her and passing down your shield. Tell me Steve, did you care about how I would've felt after all of that?"

"I'm sorry."

"No, you're not. You got to live the life you always wanted with her and I'm not mad about that. I'm happy that you did but you could've told me."

"You're right, I should've told you before I even went to Bucky about it but I couldn't look you in the eyes while I ripped your heart to shreds. Could you sit down?" Steve faintly smiled as she sat down in the chair next to bedside.

"I was a coward for not ending us on a good note after so long."

"For three weeks I've been asking myself how could I have been an idiot for not seeing that you weren't happy in our relationship-"

"I was happy with you Y/N. Every moment that we shared, every minute that we spent side by side on the run after the accords, all of it. You are the best thing that happened in my life." Y/N cleared her throat looking away from him as her eyes glazed over with fresh tears.

"But when I saw Peggy that day we went back in time I- all my old feelings for her came back and I had so much that I wanted to say to her but I couldn't, I was only there to get the stone."

"So you made sure you were the one to return them all so you could change what happened, you took the chance."

"I did and it wasn't fair to you. I loved you then and I still love you now, that hasn't changed a bit but Peggy was the first woman who gave me the time of day." Steve began coughing and she got up to pour him a glass of water which he gladly took from her to have a few sips.

"Thank you."

"Was it worth it?"

"We had our dance so yes, I'd say it was." Steve fondly smiled at the memory of him and Peggy dancing away in the living room of their home.

"Good." Y/N wiped away the tears that ran down her cheeks with the back of her hand and Steve's heart broke a little seeing just how much damage he'd done to her.

"Could you do me a favour?" He held out his shaky hand and she slipped hers in his. For a moment his blue eyes linked with hers as he spoke.

"Don't let this keep you from finding someone who truly deserves you. You love hard, you love generously, your heart is massive and pure. Being loved by you has been a privilege and I'm really sorry for taking advantage of that. I hope the next man that makes his way into your heart takes great care of you, cherishes you and loves you unconditionally because you deserve that and more." Steve meant every word, she's been through a lot but never once did the way she loved and cared for people change and that was one of the many reasons he feel head over heels in love with her for.

"I need you to promise me that you'll move on from this." She nodded but he wasn’t satisfied with her action alone.

"I need to hear you say the words sweetheart."

"I promise."

"Good. Also, look out for Bucky after I'm gone. He's having a hard time adjusting and..." Steve's words began to be slurred together and his breathing became more shallow than it already was.

"Steve?" Y/N could tell that something was wrong and moved to call one of the caregivers but he squeezed her hand with the remaining strength he had left in his frail body.

"I'll keep an eye on him. Hey.." Steve's eye lids became heavy with sleep, he needed to rest but he didn't want too just yet.

"I love you." Her lips trembled as more tears flowed from her eyes, he was slipping away and he was definitely fighting to stay awake.

"I know, I love you too. It's okay Steve, you could let go. We'd all be okay, your days for fighting are over." Steve took one last look at her through his hooded eyes before shutting his eyes.

Y/N stayed at his bedside holding onto his hand like her life depended on it. He was on his way out and she didn't plan on leaving him alone so she stayed. She fiddled with his fingers the way she used to when they were together, watching as he took a few more breaths before his last.

The glass he had in his free hand tumbled onto the floor shattering into pieces just like her heart in her chest.

He's gone.

Her body violently shook from the sobs that wrecked her. Her best friend and lover was now just a memory to keep with her for the rest of her life.

The caregivers that heard the glass fall onto the ground came rushing in to see what was going on only to see Y/N kissing his forehead before pressing hers against his.

"Goodbye Steve."

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corie-the-writer · 2 years

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Hey y’all, I’m back!

I have this idea that I want to do for requests since I have a lot of time on my hands at the moment…

I want to take one shot requests from readers and turn them into a series for your favorite characters.

With that being said… I am OPENING REQUESTS.

*The first person who has a request, please make sure to add an occupation for the OC and a name/nickname - if either is not provided, I will pick.

I do have a four month old now, so I will be working around my child’s schedule.

I am open to writing pretty much anything when it comes to requests, however if I stumble across something I feel uncomfortable with — PLEASE make sure I am able to privately message you to see how we are able to tweak your request.

Until requests start coming in, I am revamping the series I have up now.

Character list:

Marvel :

Bucky Barnes/ Winter Soldier

Steve Rogers / Captain America

Clint Barton / Hawkeye

Chicago PD / Chicago Fire :

Jay Halstead / Kelly Severide

Adam Ruzek / Matt Casey

Hank Voight

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Jake Gyllenhaal / Detective Loki

N O T E :

Please remember that I WILL be making these one shot requests into a series for EACH CHARACTER —

It will take some time to sort through requests on each individual I will write for, it does not mean that I won’t get to your request so PATIENCE IS KEY –

If you want your username, master list, or page advertised with the request, PLEASE make sure to add your correct username.

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moonchild-things · 11 months

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Epilogue

Summary: Delphia Odinsdottir is the Goddess of Virtue. While stopping petty fights between her brothers, sparing with her friends, and practicing with her mother, Delphia has visions of the future. However, her once boring, uneventful life as Princess is disrupted by one of the most disturbing visions she had ever seen. Which leads her to run into a patriotic captain in red, white and blue.

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WHILE ASGARD STILL GLITTERED IN THE GOLDEN sun, Delphia hid away in her room. Even after Delphia came home, the kingdom knew that things were not right. Odin and Frigga could tell that she was depressed. Something had happened while she was on Midgard. She was welcomed back home with a grandiose celebration. Her family was over the moon to have her back home. Though after a little while, they knew that something was wrong.

Their once vibrant princess was shutting them out for quite some time. Her family had a few different reactions to her self-isolation. It confused Thor the most since all he wanted was for his sister to be back to normal. She was home, so how could she be so depressed? Her mother and father wanted to understand what she had gone through. However, they knew to give her some space before they tried to talk to her about it. Loki was the same way, though he felt like Delphia shouldn’t be left to herself. He tried to be with her whenever he could. Whether it was to distract her or get her to smile, he was there.

Time had passed. Far too much time. Decades had gone by in the blink of an eye and nothing felt right. Delphia was a shell of who she used to be. All of Asgard knew it. Her family knew it. She knew it. Though how else was she supposed to react? The man that she had come to love had died, and she could barely do anything to stop it.

Midgardians view her people as Gods, though how could she consider herself as such a high being if she could do little to nothing to save Steve? For decades, Delphia tormented herself over it. She could have done more, should have done more. Perhaps if she had gone with him, she could have saved him. Though she listened to him and stayed put. She had faith in him enough to come back to her… Despite her visions, what she saw, she wanted to think it wasn’t true. Though if she’s a Goddess of virtue and visions, then she should have been able to do something to save him.

Still what if she did? Disrupted the future that she had seen and disobeyed him. Gone with him to help him defeat Johann and go back home. What sort of consequences would she have faced? Delphia has never truly thought about what exactly would happen if she rewrote the visions she saw. There are theories about what would happen. Though her mother instilled in her that everything has its reasons, there was nothing that she could do to change what she witnessed. Sometimes Delphia believed that the whole of reality would cave in on itself if she changed time. Perhaps if she had tried to change it, something else would have happened, more catastrophic, something horrible. A cause and effect of sorts. Replace one terrible series of events with worse ones. There was no winning with this.

Not only that, but any visions that she had that might be in the far future did not have any sign of him. The horrible vision of the infinity stones being joined had no sign of Steve. So she knew that there was no way that she would be seeing him again. In some sort of miracle, there was no way that Steve would come back. The vision that she saw, there were other people, people that she had no doubt she’d come to know quite well. Though none of them were Steve.

She didn’t find solace in anything. Her life was turned upside down. Delphia knew that she shouldn’t be so upset about the death of a being who would never live as long as her, but she couldn’t help it. It was Steve. The sweetest, virtuous, most heroic man that she had ever come to know. She came to admire him. To adore him. To love him. Though she shouldn’t have.

The princess shall live thousands of years longer than any Midgardian. It is not ideal to grow to love someone who would die sooner than her by a very long time. Asgardians are not immortal, but they still do not live the short lives that other beings do. It’s not a good situation.

Talking to her family about it was… a bit complicated. Eventually, she told them that she lost plenty of friends while on Midgard. Having those nearly familiar bonds with the likes of Bucky and Abraham was something that hurt her since they both were killed. She explained how the deaths of her good friends had caused her to be dragged into a depressive state. After all, they know that she’s never had to experience a close friend dying. She also told them about Steve. However, Loki was the only one who knew the extent of their relationship.

Due to his insistence on not wanting her to wallow in her own sadness, he had gotten more out of her. She told him stories about Steve. How wonderful he was. How brave. While Loki didn’t necessarily understand the idea of growing attachment to a human, he tried his best to see it from her point of view. His sister was in Midgard, tried to find a safe place to be while staying there, and found that in a few people. More specifically, in Steven Rogers.

Loki understood it a bit better and tried to be there with her to help in any way he could. Most of the time that consisted of just sitting with her in her vast room reading a book in silence. It seemed like all she needed was someone to just be there with her. No need for talking, just to sit and not be alone. Loki understood that she needed time to open up more and overcome this depression. After all, he knew that she had experienced the death of the man she loved.

Thor was the opposite. In the beginning, he tried to be understanding. He let her be by herself for some time. However, he grew restless. He wanted his little sister back. The same innocent, bright-eyed woman who likes to watch him spar against their friends. The woman who laughed at the stories of his battles and marveled at his strength. The woman who liked to tease him with her ability to see into the future. Where had she gone?

He didn’t seem to truly understand just what had happened. Yes, he could understand that she may be upset about the deaths of her friends. However, he figured that she would move on. It surprised him that even after so long she was still depressed. It frustrated him quite a lot.

Still, they tried to go about life normally. Delphia did what she could to try and live her life like normal. After all, she felt like Steve would never want her to live her life like this. So she tried, just for him.

At this point, over seventy years had passed since Steve had died and Delphia left Midgard. She could never think that the death of one man would keep her so depressed for so long. Though perhaps she lives for so long, she just has a much longer time to regret his death. She sat on a chair as she gazed out of her large glass door to her balcony. The doors were open, allowing the nice warm wind to waft into the room. It ruffled her hair as she gazed out onto her glittering kingdom near expressionless.

She’s gotten better. She may not have completely overcome the fact that Steve had died, but she is moving on. Delphia has been trying to do that for years now. Her brothers have done their best to help her with it, and it’s worked. She no longer just locked herself away. The princess ventured out more with friends and family. Enjoyed the company of her people at some parties and royal duties.

Though while she was for once enjoying her time alone, she was suddenly dragged into a vision.

Her surroundings shifted and changed as skyscrapers appeared and Midgardian cars were zooming around her. It seemed familiar, extremely so. To Delphia, it seems like her vision was showing her New York. However, it wasn’t like she once knew it. Things appeared more modern, shinier, and desecrated. Horrible creatures ran around attacking people, destroying buildings, blowing up anything they could set their sights on. Rubble surrounded her as large monsters flew through the air screeching and wailing while running into buildings. The Chitari, she recognized them nearly instantly. Wretched creatures that worked for anyone who offered even the minimum of reward. Why they were in New York was unknown to her, but extremely concerning.

This vision was quick and filled with little to no information. She was pulled out of it just as quickly as she was dragged into it. It left far too much to be desired as Delphia was by far concerned by what that meant. She did her best to catch her breath once her consciousness was dragged back to her room. Gasps left her pale lips as she did her best to calm down from that vision. She recognized some of it. The Chitari were a part of her vision that she had before her first visit to Midgard. However, why was she shown this again? What could that mean? Whatever that was, it was by no means good. She just hoped that she could figure it out soon. She wouldn’t want to imagine what this could mean for Midgard.

Delphia Odindottir will return

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:( Poor Delphia I almost feel bad about having to do this to her. Though I know in the long run things will turn out... okay. Or will they? We'll see her again when I finish up the Thor fic I'm working on. That one will most likely be quite short so, hopefully, quick to write. For Marvel, my next focus will be continuing to flesh out Bill as a character in the Iron Man fics. He's one that I haven't given all too much thought recently, so I'd have to get back into the headspace for him.

Finally after so long this fic is finally done! It's taken quite some time to actually get it done but it's here! It feels nice to actually follow through with an entire fic and get it done lol Now to try and finish another! Well.. more like attempt to get another done. After all some of the fics that I have planned or currently still writing are lengthy. However, now that I have my new full time job I can keep myself on schedule and keep myself on track with a good routine. I definitely think it'll be better for me to keep me healthy and on track by doing so. It's always good to do that lmao So I'm thinking this weekend I'm gonna go on either a Harry Potter binge or Anime binge. Whichever pops up on my computer first will be what I watch I guess lmao After all, I haven't written for my hp fic, Ups and Downs, in quite a while. Perhaps it's time to step back into that one...

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