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peterman-parker · 6 years

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He Loves Another

Pairing: Thor x Reader

Word Count: 1024

Summary: Thor tells you he loves two women; you don’t take it too lightly.

Written for @emilyevanston ’s marvel trope flip challenge with the trope love triangle

A/N - Love triangle, your initial thought one girl falling in love with two guys or two guys falling in love with the same girl and have to pick. This isn’t that stupid cliché.

I’m sorry if you didn’t want to be tagged, I got the tags from my spn blog and my old marvel blog

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You lie in bed on Thor’s chest, your fingers dragging over the soft, smooth skin of his chest. “So you have to go again soon.” It was more of a statement then a question.

“I do, my lady. It’s another mission that I cannot let them do alone. They wouldn’t be able to cope without me.” He commented, his arm wrapping around your shoulder.

“That’s true. It all went to shit without you and the hulk last time.” Thor smiled triumphantly, taking on the compliment and boosting his ego. “I just wish you didn’t have to go.”

“I wish that too but as Prince of Asgard, it is my duty to protect the realm and that means I will protect Midgard too. It has the two most important women, two women that I love with all my heart.”

It was then that your heart broke.

“Two women?! You shot up from the bed and away from the God of Thunder. “You love two women?”

“Of course.” He answered, as if he didn’t care about your feelings at all.

The tears sprung to your eyes and you shook your head; you couldn’t deal with this betrayal. Grabbing your robe from your closet door, you pulled it on, tying the sash around your waist, you hid away your body from the God that claimed to love another.

“Screw you, you asshole!” You screamed at him before running away to the bathroom, locking the door behind you and sitting on the closed toilet seat.

Thor followed you through the top hallway of the house, his forehead resting on the door along with his palm. You knew that he could easily break down the door but he wouldn’t do that.

“Lady Y/N, I thought you knew.” Thor spoke softly, his words slightly muffled by the closed door.

You wiped the tears from your eyes and then your cheeks. “You thought I knew about you loving another? If I knew then you would have been gone.” Clearing your throat, you continued, “I need you to leave. Just leave me alone.”

“I cannot leave. I will not leave you.”

“Why not just go to the other woman that you love? If you truly loved me, you would have never fallen for another.”

“Can you just open the door so I could explain something to you?”

“What is there to explain, Thor? You’ve said everything you need to.” Your voice quieter as you gave up the fight. You had lost him, you thought.

“If you open the door, I will explain. I promise. Just open the door. Please, my darling.”

You bit at your bottom lip, playing with your fingers, contemplating whether or not you should open the door. Thor wasn’t going to move, wasn’t going to budge away from it until you heard him out.

Sniffling, you wiped your eyes on the sleeves of your robe and lifted yourself off of the toilet seat and slowly sauntered over to the door. Unlocking it, you pulled it open, Thor falling forward a little at the sudden movement. Normally, his antics like that would have made you laugh but you were in a serious mood. Thor stumbled but acted as if nothing had happened, his elbow leaning against the door frame. “Hi, there.”

“Well,” you started, crossing your arms over your chest. “Explain.”

“You are with child, my darling. You bare our daughter. You are the only two women in my life that I love.”

Your hand fell to your stomach while your heart jumped into your throat. You were with child, you had no idea but Thor did?

“I- how? When did you know?” This was ridiculous, how could he know?

“I have known since last week.” He revealed, something that was unexpected.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

Thor chuckles, “surely it should have been the other way around but I told you, I thought you knew. That is why you stopped drinking is it not?”

You shook your head, rubbing at your non showing stomach. “Stopped drinking? No, Thor, I I only drink when I feel the need but I am glad that I haven’t felt that need.”

You grasped his hand, “I’m so sorry for accusing you. I shouldn’t have done that, it was unfair of me.”

Thor cupped your jaw in his large palms, thumbs caressing your cheeks and pulling your face up to his as he lowered his lips to yours with a smile on his face. His lips were soft and plump but a little chapped, at that point, you didn’t care. All you could think about was the life that you and Thor had created.

“Shall we to bed? I would like to speak to my daughter, if it is okay with you, my darling.”

You nodded, taking his hand and leading him back to the bedroom where he would lie with you for a moment before he shuffled down the bed on his stomach, opening up the robe to expose your pregnant belly so he could speak to your daughter; the little goddess that was slowly growing inside of you.

Thor spend most of the night on his stomach, telling your unborn daughter about how Asgard and Midgard were totally different but how in a few weeks shy of nine months they would be joined together by a gorgeous baby girl who would be a fair ruler of both realms. He praised his daughter to the high heavens, speaking of the beauty that she would get from you and the strength she would get from both you and himself. He spoke of how big your heart would be but promised he would look after you until the end of his days even though he knew she would hold her own.

Thor would do anything to protect the two women he loved and if that meant fighting all those battles against the bad guys, then so be it because he was a fierce protector of his family and no one would stop him or tell him otherwise, not even the goddess of death could stop him but could the purple titan they called Thanos.

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bvckys-doll · 6 years

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The whole time, I'm trying to reblog this one-shot (from my mobile 'cause I'm too lazy to turn on my laptop) so I just write it here.

I mean I can reblog everything else but not that specific post!

You guys have to check out @emilyevanston 's Loki one-shot called Risk/Reward. It's just 🤤😍🤤😍. I'm in love and I'm always ready for Loki nsfw one-shots!

So thanks to Kate for writing this great piece of art! You are incredible!

#loki x reader #emilyevanston #recommendation #one-shot

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until-theend-oftheline · 6 years

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emilyevanston replied to your post “why do you not write y/nstan on the instagram things. what you write...”

even if she was married that doesn't make sense.

@emilyevanston nope. She is an artist/musician so it would be stupid of her to chance her name to his. Our it would atleast make sense to keep it as a stage name. Aaaaand they are not married. Kids can happen without a marriage license luckily or I wouldn’t be here myself.

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lillianfromaccounting · 6 years

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Happy early birthday, Kate @emilyevanston!!

This is the scene when Natasha introduces Clint to Elly in Chapter 2 of The Tower, written by @emilyevanston and @fanficwriter013. (#spoilers? I guess, if you haven’t gotten to Chapter 2 yet)

I’m posting this early, because this is so beautiful, I couldn’t wait until Sunday. :-)

Art by the amazingly talented @deannamb

#fanart #deannamb #emilyevanston #the tower #clint barton #natasha romanoff #ofc elly #happy birthday kate

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avengerscompound · 5 years

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Okay totally f**ked up.🤦🏻‍♀️🙆🏻‍♀️ Tumblr is still showing your old icon on this account, i know this is your new blog. But still happy that your efforts of the old blog are intact. 👍🏼❤️

haha no worries, I’m more likely to see it here anyway! I am very excited to have it back. I was scrolling through asks and I saw one where Wade said he was wearing a red leather body condom and I cackled, and then remembered I wrote that, so that’s fun.

#blog stuff #emilyevanston #the tumblr purge #lostinthoughtsandfeelings #answered

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fanficwriter013 · 6 years

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Unrequited - Part Three

Unrequited: A Bucky X Steve X Sam fanfic

Chapter 3

Chapters: One / two / three / four

Series Masterlist

Word Count: 2756

Warnings: Angst, PTSD, depression

Synopsis: A tale of three men who all love differently but deeply, and cannot see what is the obvious answer.

Author’s Note: Written with my Papa Kate, she loves me I swear. @emilyevanston . We really hope you like it. Not totally AOU compliant, not CW compliant, not IW compliant.

All Bucky could remember as he fell was that haunted look in Steve's eyes as he no doubt blamed himself for not being able to catch Bucky. He just wanted Steve to be happy, and he hoped that Peggy would be able to take care of his little punk. Give him the happy little family that he had always wanted. Then there was darkness.

After that, he was aware that he was not dead. He was aware of the pain. And most importantly, he was aware of the slow passage of time. He didn’t exactly know how much time had passed, but he knew that it was still ticking.

The next thing he vividly remembered was the anger. He had his target, a Perfectly portional blond man wearing something vaguely resemblant of the American flag. There was a sudden weird inkling, almost like the programming that made him protect his handlers. But this didn’t feel the same. This was strong enough to bring back his ability to question.

He knew he shouldn't but the words were out of his mouth before he could stop them.

“The man on the bridge. Who was he?”

The words had flown out of his mouth, and something inside him flinched, knowing that the only answer he was going to get was bullshit and violence. Which was exactly what happened. He was told a lie, and when he questioned it, the pain blossomed across his cheek and was gone in an instant. The last thing he saw before they wiped him are pale blue eyes that reminded him of the ghost of his past.

It became dark again, and the asset was given the target; Captain America. There was a dull ringing like a sensation of Deja Vu, but he couldn’t place it. All he knew was the mission. Memorize the file. Don’t fail.

It was there that he saw hauntingly familiar ice blue eyes, and this stupid little punk was saying things that sounded familiar, causing this nagging sensation like he'd left the oven on. But it wasn’t until this target, Captain America, is bloodied and unconscious that Bucky started to stir. He'd fallen from the helicarrier, and he knew this idiotic spangly man was someone he had to save. So, he jumped from the broken helicarrier into the water after the lifeless body that not even five minutes ago was his target.

He pulled him from the water, heard that he was breathing just fine and took off. He wasn’t sure where he was going but it wasn’t going to be here.

Time still passed by, but now he is in control. He was awake and aware now. It was a new millennium, and he was struggling to be on the run and adapt to this sudden shell shock. He knew that the asset had been awake off and on through the years, and that helped. It was better to keep to himself and not draw attention though. Which is exactly what he does, rebuilding himself and trying to get all of his brain back.

It seemed to be going well. Or maybe it was technically classified as okay. Every little noise made him jump. He always stiffened when he heard sirens. Worst of all was the nightmares. He coped though. Moving through the world, making his best. That is until his world, or whatever fractured semblance of a world he was living, fell apart. He was in the paper, blamed for bombing an embassy building he was nowhere near. It had resulted in the death of a foreign power's King.

He knew he had to run, but he had to get his bag from his apartment first. He was a floor below his when he knew he was screwed.

His hearing is good and he picked up the sounds of the cars pulling in from a few blocks back. It covered up the quiet breathing coming from his own apartment. Somehow it was still no surprise that the perfectly proportional blond man that was once his target was now standing there waiting for him. His body seized up and his heart pounded against his ribs.

There was no time for the small talk that Steve wanted to engage in. Steve Rogers was no longer his friend. He was Bucky Barnes’ friend. Not the remaining shell of the man he was now. A deadly assassin that didn’t deserve sympathy. The good thing was that Steve finally clued on to the problem.

“It doesn't have to end in a fight.” For whatever reason he found that statement coming from Steve to be really ironic. He choked back a barking laugh.

“It always has to end in a fight.” As soon as the words left his mouth, the apartment exploded. There was no time. He had to run. He did the only thing he could think of was to toss this flagman at the swat team swarming up the stairs and pouring into his apartment. It temporarily gave him a window of opportunity, and he was gone.

His temporary flight was brief. He was caught. Some weirdo in a catsuit with claws that could handle his metal arm was just waiting for him. That was it. The end. He had been arrested.

They took him to what he was sure is a black site for one of the American government agencies that shouldn't exist on foreign soil, to argue about what to do with him. He heard several different opinions, kill him, send him to some high-security prison. And then there was Steve arguing for a rehabilitation. Like there was anything left to be redeemed.

He wasn’t sure how the punk did it. But he talked them into putting him under house arrest at their compound. If he cooperated then he could get help under a controlled setting. If he cooperated.

He was told that the plane ride back to wherever he was going to be locked up was over 16 hours. And that was plenty of time to tell them everything. So he did, starting with the trigger words and ending with the other soldiers. He told those of them on the plane about what HYDRA made him do to the Stark family, but Iron Man flies solo. From the looks of this group, he's not going to want to tell that story again.

His jail cell looked too comfy for a house arrest deal. His room was bigger than his old apartment, and the bed was about four times as thick as the old flea-bitten mattress he had on the floor. Steve made sure he got settled, but it was in that soft, walking on eggshells way. Like he wasn’t sure if he was going to break into a million pieces at any moment. That was how they all treat him. Like he was just going to fall apart. Like he hadn’t been on his own for two years.

They made him go to therapy, and it took two weeks before they even found one willing to see the notorious Winter Soldier. Two weeks where he self-isolated and went to the gym at odd hours to lower the risk of running into anyone else. Two weeks that he got away with it.

Then, one day, he was sitting in the chair in his room reading some sort of fantasy book he was told he had to to be current. When the door flies open.

“Alright, tall dark and broody. Enough is enough.” Sam Wilson storms into the room with him. Sam Wilson who was there when he was picked up. Sam who had been making these snarky comments since the day he had arrived. Which he thought for sure he meant he hated him. Understandably. Yet for some reason, Bucky had loved every one. They had made him feel normal for just a split second.

Sam grabbed Bucky's flesh hand and pulled. Bucky was taken so off guard that he got up without question. “Movie time, let's go,” Sam ordered. Bucky started to protest, but Sam waved a hand in his direction.

“You're obligated to be there for thirty minutes. And then if the movie sucks you can leave. That's it, no arguments.” Sam told him, and Bucky was mildly impressed. But he knew that this wouldn't last forever. Soon he'd get the looks and the pity, and the kid gloves just the same as everyone else treated him.

Sam led Bucky to a room with a large circular couch in front of a cinema screen. Bucky had taken an end seat, with Sam sitting himself down right next to Bucky. The rest of the crew were all already in the room, arranged about with popcorn and candy. Including a couple that he'd never seen before.

He could feel the looks and stares even though they're meant to be hidden. He was being evaluated. Judged for being here, for letting them use him as a weapon. For all the deaths he caused. He was brought abruptly back to the room by Sam shifting next to him, leaning into his personal space.

“That’s the Maximoff twins. Wanda and Pietro picked them up in Sokovia after defeating Ultron.” Sam said, at a volume that would only be audible to him and Steve. He's not sure why he was getting an education on this, but he appreciated the names at least.

He tried to tune out the chatter, the weight of stolen glances and bitten tongues. When he was brought back to the room once again by the weight of a bowl being pressed into his arm. He turned to look at Sam.

“Hey man, can't enjoy the movie if you don't have snacks,” Sam said, pushing the bowl into his arm again. Bucky wanted to toss the bowl across the room, but instead, he took a handful of popcorn and tried to relax.

They'd picked some movie with three female leads, and one character that Natasha remarked looks an awful lot like Thor, whoever that was. Bucky hated it, but he couldn’t leave. It was like watching an accident happen, you wanted to look away but you couldn't.

The ending was worse than Bucky predicted it to be but he was still there. As the credits rolled they were talking about getting food, ordering in or going out. And every once in a while, Steve would look at him with this pained look in his eyes. Like he just remembered he couldn't leave the compound. Bucky had already put in enough outside time for the day.

“It's fine. I'm going back to my room.” He said, standing and sweeping from the room before anyone can try and stop him.

He was just about to open his door when the hand shoots out holding the door in place. He had expected it to be Steve. But once again, there is Sam Wilson at his door.

“You stayed for the whole movie, now it's time for food. Come on.” He said, and Bucky couldn't stop himself.

“Why do you care?” It was almost a growl that fell from his mouth. It was at that moment he expected to receive the look of pity. What he finds instead is startling, but refreshing.

“Pardon the pun, but Buck up. It was shit, and I get it. I've seen shit too. What you do now is what matters. And this nasty, self-isolation game is not going to help.” Sam said, and it was probably the most real talk he'd had since he fell. He nodded slowly, and Sam took him to the kitchen to get food.

Since that night, Bucky found himself trying to find comfort in people. He was trying to see why he should socialize, but he still felt as if the only way he should be looked at was with disgust. Or in that way where he could just feel the heavy gaze of bitter sourness.

With Sam, he started to find something. Someone that didn't take his shit. That teased him about his hair, which he should probably ask about getting cut. He didn't realize that he was falling for Sam until after he's fell. It was a sudden realization, and once he realizes it, he almost feels sick to his stomach.

He went to find Steve. Because surely if he’d find Steve, he'd remember that either he was straight, or he had feelings for Steve. Steve who had always been there. Sitting in his heart. Who had brought him back from the soldier by just existing. How could he feel that way for Steve and then develop this same feeling for a man just out of nowhere?

He heard Steve talking to someone in the kitchen and stopped in his tracks. He was frozen, and all he could do was listen.

“Sharon, please. We can make this work.” Steve sounded upset, and he was begging. Bucky could hear a soft shift of the woman's body weight and a heavy sigh. Then all he could hear was their kissing, and now he was free. He quickly fled, not sure where he was going until he wound up at Sam's door. Barging in, unannounced.

“Whoa there, Bucko. You look like a spooked horse.” Sam said that shit eating grin on his stupid, concerned face.

“I went to talk to Steve. Because feelings and Steve was in the kitchen with a woman. And then, and now I'm here. And.” Bucky rambled, his blood boiling and he couldn’t stop as he used his flesh hand to grab Sam by the collar and pull him into a tentative kiss.

As soon as his lips touched Sam's, he realized his deadly mistake and he pulled away.

“I'm sorry, that was stupid. I shouldn't have come.” He said, turning and leaving Sam's room. The other man's pleas falling on deaf ears.

Bucky went back to self-isolation. It was slightly harder now. Considering he had to avoid not only Steve but Sam as well. He took to a completely unpredictable schedule so no one could hunt him down. It worked for three weeks.

He walked into the gym at 2 am. He found he could be in and out before Steve got up at 4, and if anyone else was still up they wouldn't dare step a foot onto the gym floor. Immediately, he was alerted to a presence but that didn't stop him from being slightly startled when Natasha turned the lights on.

“What are you doing, Barnes?” She asked, crossing her arms over her chest and frowning at him.

“I don't -” Bucky started, but Nat waved her hand and glared at him.

“Don't even give me that I don't know bullshit. You know exactly what I'm talking about.” Nat snapped at him, also jabbing him in the chest when she said you.

“I did something stupid, Tasha.” He said, and she nodded.

“That much I have gathered, James,” Nat said, dryly. “How about you skip the explaining part, and assume that I know that you have feelings for both the boys. The obvious choices.” She finished and Bucky could only nod.

“I fell for him, and it felt like I was betraying Steve even though... And I went to talk to him, but there was... He was, he is with Sharon now - happy. So, I went away. And I wound up at Sam's and after I babbled, I,” Bucky paused to take a centering breath.

“You kissed him and then ran away,” Nat said. “Because you only ran. Never got the full story. You know absolutely nothing about those boys, James.”

“Okay, well even if that's true. Why should I even deserve them? I'm tainted.” Bucky said and immediately regretted it by the dark glow in Nat's eyes.

“I'm not going to hit you, but know that that was the stupidest thing you have ever said,” Nat said.

“You don't think those boys have been through the same self-harm as you put yourself through? Let's start with Steve, same era. Same sin bullshit. Now, Sam. Sam should have been alright. But he got the same sin bullshit the two of you did. And now, you may or may not remember a time, long ago, when we lived together. But you are soft, and you do, very much, deserve love. So get your head out of your ass, or I will be forced to take matters into my own hands.” Nat said and stalked off without giving him a chance to even say okay.

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s7sense · 6 years

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Happy birthday to you @emilyevanston ... I wish you all the best. Greetings from Germany - November 26th, 2017

#happybirthday #happy birthday #emilyevanston

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theycallmebecca · 7 years

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cup of coffee and turkish delight please

cup o' coffee: coffee or tea?

Coffee! And very flavored coffee with creamer... I’ve tried tea a couple times and I don’t like it.

turkish delight: what is your favorite book/book series?

Ok, based purely on the number of times I’ve read the books/listened to the audiobooks, it would be the Harry Potter series. That said, there are a lot of series out there that I preorder the newest books for the second I find out about them. I am currently making my way through the Outlander series and I’m loving it!

lush asks 🛁

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captnbarnesrogers · 7 years

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No Such Thing As Bulletproof

Pairing/Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader Warnings: fluff, kidnapping, swearing, angst, violence, blood Summary: You’re captured by Hydra Agents who want revenge on your boyfriend, Captain America. The actions of one agent would make you do something you will never forget. Word Count: 2k+ A/N: This is for Kate’s Cards Against Humanity Challenge with the card, “My first kill”! HAPPY 1 YEAR AND 2k KATE!!! YOU DESERVE IT SO MUCH!!!! @emilyevanston

Having an avenger as a boyfriend wasn’t all too bad, despite the late travels and the injuries, it was pretty much just normal. You both went out to dinners, movies, and museums, did most of the things normal couples would do, it’s just that your boyfriend is Captain America and you were just an elementary school teacher. You greeted the almost super human as he sat on the couch, bending down to kiss his cheek.

“How can one make lazing around look so good?” You lumped yourself beside him and his large arm wrapped around you,

“The same way you make sweats look good, doll.”

“You’re a sap, Rogers.”

“Me? A sap? Who started it?”

“Who fell in love with who first?” He gave you a small smile and nuzzled his face into your neck, giving the space behind your ear a kiss before admitting defeat, “That’s what I thought.”

“Doll?”

“Hm?”

“I love you.”

“See,” You straddled him before grabbing his face and kissing him, “such a sap.” You caressed his smooth, clean face and giggled, thereafter wrapping your arms around his neck, “Well, grandpa, we ran out of milk so I’m gonna go and get some.”

“You want me to come?”

“Nup, I’ll be okay, wouldn’t want my darling Patriot to break a hip or something.” He chuckled,

“Well, with the amount of hip exercises I get to do with you, young lady, I think my hips will be fine.” You faked gasp and looked at him with wide eyes,

“America’s sweetheart is a dirty old man!” You gave him a kiss, grabbed his jumper off of the rack and the keys from the bench top, then turned around to find him just behind you,

“Be back soon?”

“Maybe I’ll take extra long to torture you, Steve,” You gave him a kiss and smiled into it just as you pulled away, “I’ll be back in ten minutes, I love you.”

“I’ll be counting.”

The streets of New York were unrecognisably quiet. Almost too quiet. Not much traffic and not much people which was extremely odd for such a supposedly busy place. You parked just outside a convenient store, locking the car when you closed the door. The street was dark and the air was sickeningly cold, god, had ever really been this cold out here before? It didn’t seem like it. You rubbed your arms out of need for warmth and entering the convenient store didn’t make it that much better. The skinny old man at the counter looked at you suspiciously, the soft music was too quiet, you could hear the bright, flashing ‘open’ sign buzzing and before you could even open the fridge to grab the milk, you were shoved into the glass door and picked up by three men.

“No! Who are you people!?” You screamed, kicking them away from you. You successfully did and you tried to run away but it was no use as they pried you back into their hard bodies. You were dragged into a black car, your reflection was horrifying, you saw the terror of the moment in your own eyes. As they shut the door, your confusion was answered, one of the men took out a needle and syringe with clear liquid prepped inside of it and all three of them whispered: ‘Hail Hydra’ before injecting you with the liquid, sliding you into unconsciousness.

You woke up on the cold ground, not cold, freezing. You could see the air as you breathed and you held yourself together, trying to find even just the smallest spark of heat. Your teeth chattered and your body shivered, you suddenly remembered what you last heard. Hail Hydra. Hydra, the people who were after the Avengers. You heard footsteps and as a reflex, you pushed yourself way back from the door.

“Good to be awake after a day eh, Miss?” His accent thickly wrapped in another foreign tongue, you noticed your breathing get heavier but not from panic, from anger,

“What do you want from me?”

“That’s not for me to tell you, you will find out soon.” You scoffed and kicked him away from you,

“Fuck you.” He grabbed your feet and dragged you out the door of the cold room as you screamed, “Get off!”

The man grabbed your arm and pulled you up, pushing you onto a chair, strapping one of your wrists on the chair. You kicked his groin and he groaned, almost hitting you. His arm was pulled away by a strong force and it flung him across the room.

“Natasha?” She gave you a smirk and unstrapped your wrist,

“You took a really long time at the store, huh?”

“Thank you, where’s Steve?”

“He’s got chased by some agents, he’s probably up on the roof now,” She helped you up from your place, “We have to get out of here.”

“What about Steve?”

“He’ll be fine, Y/N, I have to get you out of here, those are my orders.”

“Nat, we can’t leave without him!” You stopped in your place and thought for a second,

“Y/N we have to go!”

“Those might be your orders but they’re not mine.” You ran to the closest staircase as fast as you could, Natasha taken aback from your speed as she called out your name.

The staircase were seven or eight steps each time you elevated. You got closer and closer, stopping every few steps to catch your breath and rest your leg but nevertheless fast enough to get there in time. You opened the door to find many men unconscious on the floor and bleeding, you spotted his red, black, and white uniform under a Hydra agent throwing punches at him, Steve doing the same, his shield too far to reach. You gasped.

“Steve!” You yelled, your sweet voice catching the senses of the agent. You picked up a gun lying on the ground and prepped it. The agent looked back at you, gave out a rough cackle, and started making his way to you. You saw your boyfriend on the floor, face bloodied and beaten. You closed your eyes as the agent ran to you and before you could think, you’d pulled the trigger three times. You opened your eyes to the sight of the man falling to his knees and touching his hand, almost like checking if this has happened to him. You dropped the gun and covered your mouth with your hands, breathing heavily and tears welling your eyes. You hadn’t even noticed that Steve got up and grabbed his shield, making his way to you. He lifted you up and walked you to the edge of the building.

“Sam, bring in the jet, now.” You heard him order firmly. He could feel your body shaking, he couldn’t even imagine what you were feeling right now. You were the kindest person he knew and for something like that to happen, it must’ve taken a toll on you. You were pale and he just knew you felt sick, he helped you into the jet, the silence he took as a sign of defeat. You were completely zoned out and you were barely breathing. Steve sat you down and kneeled in front of you, he gently stroked atop your thighs, “Doll?” You flinched and he pulled away worriedly,

“Sorry, I- I’m fine.”

“You’re not and you don’t have to be.” You wiped the tear escaping your eye,

“Look at you, we have to get you cleaned up.”

“Y/N,” you went to get the first aid kit from under the seat beside you but Steve grabbed your wrist, “stop.”

“I- I-“ He hushed you as you melted into him, involuntary sobs coming out of you,

“Shh, it’s okay, you had no choice.” He rubbed your back as you sobbed,

“I’m a bad person, I killed someone, I’m- I could be arrested, I could lose my job! I love my kids, Steve, they need me!”

“Hey, no, you’re not going anywhere, you had no choice!”

“I killed him, I killed him!”

“You saved me” He whispered, “when I was supposed to save you.”

“I couldn’t watch him do that to you.”

“I know and he came after you, so your first instinct was to protect yourself and me too,” he held your cold, quivering hands in his and he brought them up to his lips, kissing away whatever sins you thought laid in between them, “you’re not a bad person and you never will be.”

“I’m not?” He shook his head and looked up at you, his lips now leaning in to kiss away the tears running from your eyes,

“You’re strong,” he kissed your left cheek, “kind,” your right cheek, “fearless,” the corners of your mouth, “and incredible.” And finally, your lips. There was a short duration of silence as you looked into his eyes.

“Do you still love me?” You asked,

“Are you crazy? I will never stop loving you, doll, you are what makes me strong, don’t ask that ever again.”

“We need to clean your face.”

“Don’t you lift a finger, Nat will do that, okay?” You nodded.

Soon enough the jet landed back to the compound, returning you all to safety. Steve helped you out of the jet and you stared at him in adoration. He told you he was quickly going to get his cuts cleaned up and he’d follow you to his room. You walked the halls to find his room, eventually stepping inside the warmth. You sat on the edge of the bed and just felt the sheets against your hand. There was no more reason to be scared, you were with him now. You were safe with Steve. He loved you and he would protect you until he couldn’t anymore. He entered the room soon after, his face more recognisable now. He gave you a kiss on the forehead and went into the bathroom, turning on the water in the bathtub.

“Let’s get you in, yeah?” You nodded and started undressing. The tub was now filled with clear water which was soon ruined as you stepped in. The dirty and the grime from your body came off and you could only wish the memories of recent events could come off as easily too but memories didn’t work like that. Steve sat beside the tub in a white singlet, his hands trailing on your back, putting water on you to wash anymore dirt he couldn’t see. Your hair was messy but he didn’t mind, he could look at you for a second and his whole world would stop, he placed a kiss on your shoulder and you turned your head to him and gave him a weak smile, “I love you, doll.”

“You’re a sap.”

“I get reminded every day, young lady,” he sighs, “we might have to bring you in to train you just in case something like this happens again, you alright with that?” He grabs your hand and gives it a kiss, you nod.

“Steve?”

“Yeah, doll?”

“I thought you were gonna die, when he was running to me, I did it because he was hurting you.” You looked down at the water, “I felt angry and terrified at the same time.”

“That doesn’t make you a bad person.”

“And you still love me?”

“I always will.” You hummed for a moment, a little melody that always made you feel better, “Marry me.” You thought you’d hallucinated for a second, you sat up and looked up at him,

“What did you just say?”

“I said, marry me.”

“Steve, are you sure?”

“I couldn’t be any more sure about anything, doll, I love you so goddamn much and I realised something.” He placed your small hand against his cheek,

“And what was that?”

“I’d be rather stupid not to spend the rest of my life with someone like you, strong, kind, fearless and incredible. I’m so fucking in love with you.”

“You need to watch your language, old man.” You giggled, tears forming in your eyes,

“Marry me, Y/N.” You nodded, “Is that a yes?”

“Yes, of course I’ll marry you!” He yelled out a loud scream of victory,

“Oh my god! I can’t believe you said yes!”

“I’m marrying Captain America.” You laughed,

“And I’m marrying the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my life.”

“Sap.”

“Shut up.” He kissed you and lifted you bridal style into the bedroom.

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