Bloody Valentine 1 - 2
Part 1 - Steve’s Sweet Corruption
It has been an extraordinarily exasperatingly long, bloody, and a pointless battle for his true legacy of Captain America a warrior with untold levels of strength, courage and stubbornness.
That is until he came face to face with me the newest great threat of his existence but
I dare to fight him simply on the principle because I am about to break him totally in to his mind.
Steve is at his last bit of will chasing after me even though his tracking skills seem to still be in control but at the end of the day he did track me to the ends of the earth to
a abandon building.
Captain jumps up as the door slam closed in back of him with locks sliding down to pin us inside and a ray of neon red light burst all in to the area throwing it the entirety of the room.
His body so scanned to the point I can even read his mind now their is a hint of fear I can sense it and I will take full advantage of him now and forever soon enough he will learn a lesson.
Captain America makes a crucial mistake by racing in to the hall way, he is greeted by a hoard of soldiers I uses my magic to force them to be slaves so deeply in love with me that fight their hero.
“Well…well…well Captain America “
“It’s time to give up Bloody Valentine”
“Why must you be so upright, so upstanding?”
“It is the right thing “
“Ugh! Fuck this Boy Scout”
“Do you comprehend your evil at all?”
“Evil? Mwahahahahaha you fool!”
“You will never win…I won’t let you “
“So you think so? Who are you really Captain?”
“I know so! It ends tonight! I am a hero “
“Mwahahahahaha “
“What is so funny?”
“You walk in to my trap so eagerly and easily”
“Big Mistake! SLEEP!”
“What are…..Yes”
“Take a seat Captain “
“This is your prison until I say so”
“Why am I in a jail cell? Let me out !”
“This is your punishment until your join me”
“I am not evil”
“Yes you are “
“Fuck that “
“You are a asshole”
“You cannot win”
Steve is restless in a prison jump suit pacing through the room walking back and forth all over the room because he is scared but yet on some level he is quiet impress I can tell but he bounces back.
Hopping on to the bed they laid for him he is staring upward peering through the window gates and is amazed to see that through the window is a desert storm of hell being put forth.
There are two eyes shaped in to the sky so wide and bright he could see this is all vivid as in a dream and a wave of calmness toon over him he is hit on with these power red flames consuming the jail.
I project my image in to his mind standing in front of him as his Captain America uniform appears on to his body as he walks toward me and takes his time grabbing the prison bars.
I taunt him a bit as he reaches ever forward taking my wrist grabbing on to me hard as if to say you are not free and you will pay for this and I smack his hands away to his shock he lets go.
I crack up yet again touching his forehead as he falls backwards to the ground and he backs up but I dig for the keys slipping them in to the key hole and I enter the jail cell as stood far above him.
I knelt down next to him planting a kiss on his lip as he is completely horrified on one level but on another he is slowly crawling up to obsessing over me and I start to stand up from my position.
He grows a bit more balls taking hold of my collar pining me down to him as we kiss a bit more and we start to make out fanning the flames as it explodes in utter consumption of his body.
“What are you doing to me?”
“You should be grateful”
“I saved you “
“I owe you “
“Your life “
“I am your king”
“Your morals are transforming “
“Shifting it “
“Bad is good “
“Good is bad”
“I was living a lie”
“Correct! You are always wrong”
“You will serve me”
“You are my Captain”
“I am your King and you will bend the world to my will.”
“Strip your clothes off”
“Replace them with these “
“Yes My King”
“Stand back there will be a explosion “
“Meet me at the plane”
Part 2 - Bucky’s Heart Broken Release
Steve is so happy in the background of the aircraft quickly exchanging his clothes for something new and the outfit I pick is so fit I mean.
He really is fucking fit but I will fuck him very soon after he saved his blasted friend Bucky Barnes and Steve takes boss shield flipping jn to the air.
He lands on the roof he crashes in to the tier of the glass roof with shards flying down in to the area everywhere but he does a super hero landing and he throws the shield.
He is getting Bucky’s attention who stares up at Steve and he rises up walking to the bar and Steve smirks as he turns calling his attention to the hallway way.
The guards are spread on to the floor of the prison leaving them in a sea of gas because Steve uses his keys to the gate of the jail cell door.
Bucky walks up giving Steve a hug but he has other ideas pinning Bucky to the jail cell as they start to kiss and my energy transfer in to him.
“My King, may I ask a question?”
“Yes slave “
“May I recruit a friend”
“You mean Bucky”
“Yes! How did you know?”
“He is your best friend “
“He needs to be free “
“He has had so much trauma “
“I am aware of his damage”
“Don’t worry Steve”
“Why Master?”
“Here is the plan”
“Oh My God!”
“How did you?
“Why did you kiss me?
“Because it’s true “
“I love you buddy “
“Me too!”
“We are friends Bucky”
“I want more but you “
“I can’t what “
“He loves me”
“I love him”
“You do too”
“I don’t…I love you “
“You say it…try it again”
“I love him”
“I am your Master Lawrence “
“Because I am your God”
“Yes Master! I am your God”
The end
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Evacuation Drill
Pairing: Firefighter! Steve Rogers x GenderNeutral!Reader
Warnings: cursing, shy steve, AU, no use of Y/N
Summary: You never understood the thrill of firefighters anyway. What was so sexy about a man in a uniform?
Authors notes: im back on writing (sorta??). i had a couple of rough months, but i decided to take baby steps on writing again. i have had this fanfic in my head for a few days based on a tiktok by @cullenriley. i have plans for a second part of this, but idk when it will come out. gif credits to the owner.
Part 2
You never understood the thrill of firefighters. What was so sexy about a man in uniform? You liked men, thank you very much, but never understood your friend's craziness for a firefighter. They were real-life heroes, risking their lives every day to save people they have never met before. To find them attractive in such a life and death situation? What was so attractive in a human being going inside a building on fire? You just couldn't see them like that.
Until your almost-best-friend Sam Wilson called you, asking for help in a firefight exercise.
-x-
Sam was friends with you since High School and his decision to become a firefighter did worry you a lot. Sam tried to ease your worries, arguing that it was something he always wanted to do. He sent you pictures always showing his survival but that didn't help. One day, he decided to call you asking if you wanted to be a volunteer in an exercise in the corp.
"Don't worry, it will be fine. We won't put anyone in actual danger. It will be done supervised by our Lieutenants."
"Sam, I don't know..."
"It is on a Friday and by volunteering, you can slip away from work. Come on, I’m sure with your new important job you need a night off anyway."
You huffed, rolling your eyes. Sam was right. Being on Friday would give a three-day weekend. Didn't sound that bad.
"Fine. I will be there."
"Awesome! Be here at 9 am, I will text you the place. I’m sure you will have lots of fun!"
Oh, you bet you would.
-x-
So there you were at exactly 9 am. You entered the Testing Site and it seemed as a place specifically made for planned disaster. There were trainwrecks, buildings partially destroyed, and more fake disasters. What in the hell did you set yourself into? Entering the main building, you were received by a beautiful red-haired woman with a more casual firefighter uniform.
"Morning, I came to volunteer...Natasha." You greeted her, reading her name, receiving a huge smile.
"Good Morning. What is your name?" Natasha wrote your name on a paper, writing something else down putting the cord around your neck.
It read "Cut bleeding profusely in the forehead, broken leg." Natasha also handed you a huge jacket tainted of what seemed dried blood. You looked at her intrigued.
"It is for realism. Not real blood and won't damage your clothes, I promise."
You put the jacket around, thanking her and joining the rest of the volunteers, all with the same bloody clothes. Everyone seemed to be reading each other's papers. You let your eyes wander around, seeing someone missing a leg, missing a hand, someone with a bad concussion, and someone who was hit by a wall and had no apparent pulse. Well, this was going great.
"Morning, volunteers. Good morning!" There was a man with an eye patch walking into the room, followed closed by Natasha and another pretty lady.
"We want to appreciate you coming out here today! I am Captain Nick Fury and this exercise will represent a building that is about to collapse after an explosion on the upper floors. You will be completely safe during the whole exercise, but there might be some fog. I will be the instructor with Lt. Maria Hill and Lt. Natasha Romanoff. They will take you into different groups and positioning you in strategic places. Again, you don't have to worry about your safety, you will be safe at all times. There are panic buttons in each room that will warn us we need help. Anyone has any questions? No? Now, if you follow Hill and Romanoff."
You followed the Lieutenant through another door, going to an open space that had a tall building, probably three floors. It looked destroyed like all the others. Maria and Natasha separated their teams and you followed Natasha to the last floor, being the last person she positioned in the last room. The room you were in looked like a living room, partially destroyed and you laid down behind a destroyed bookshelf, hiding from the entrance as Natasha showed you where the panic button was and asked if you had any questions.
"Can I nap?"
"Well, you can try. " She laughed "There will be a lot of loud noises all over. Also remember, if anything, press the panic button. But you are safe, okay?”
"If Sam doesn't come to get me I will kill him." You replied, getting more comfortable.
"Sam? As in Sam Wilson? He put you into this?"
"Yeah. Anything for a friend, you know?"
"I see. It will be done before you know it. Relax and enjoy the show."
You laughed as the door clicked shut. Relaxing a little bit, you were upset they didn’t let you bring a book or your phone. Believing or not, this was better than having a crazy day at work. Your boss probably had to deal with your co-workers all alone and everything a mess while you were relaxing behind a bookshelf...
-x-
Safe to say you did nap. A little. You were very tired from a stressful week of work and felt completely safe during the whole test, except for that annoying fog that represented a fire. There was no noise for a while so you dozed off peacefully until a loud bang in a nearby room, woke you up. It seemed to be coming from the room to your side, as you heard other loud voices speaking.
"There is that other room as well. Who is gonna check that?" a loud commanding voice that sounded like Natasha’s roared.
"On it."
When you finally realized heavy footsteps were coming in your direction, you decided to close your eyes. Wait, is that it said in your paper? Did you have to be unconscious?
There was some rustling with the door and when it opened you decided to keep your eyes open. You had a cut in your forehead and a broken leg. No reason to be passed out right?
"Anyone here?" A masculine voice shouted.
Should you answer? Of course, you weren't unconscious for fuck's sake.
"Here." Your voice came out weak against the whole noise in the room to the side. He probably wouldn't hear you, leaving you there to press the Panic button when it was all over and Sam laugh at your face. Typical awkward you.
The tallest man you have ever seen came to your left and you forgot to breathe for a few seconds. He walked towards you, full firefighter uniform, mask, a confident stride even though everything around you seemed pure chaos.
"Hello, my name is Steve Rogers. I am here to help you." Steve Rogers's voice came out calm as he kneeled near you. Even in that mess, you could see his attentive blue eyes scanning your body, bringing a chill down your spine. You found no voice to answer as he checked your "bloody" forehead.
"Does anywhere hurt?" He tried again, his eyes focused on you.
"My leg, I think it is broken."
Steve touched your leg and you winced on instinct. His mind seemed racing as he looked out to the door, knowing he didn't have enough time to take you out of there before the building collapsed. Bucky and Sam were working on a mom and two kids in the room to your side and he couldn't leave you there.
"Here, let me help you sit down." Steve helped you sit in an upright position. His eyes scanned the door again as he heard Natasha's voice warn that there were less than five minutes now as the whole floor seemed to be emptying. Okay, he had to do this.
"You are alright there, Steve?" He heard Bucky's voice sound from outside.
"Yeah. Everyone out?"
"Yes! You with someone in there? Need some help?"
Steve put his arms around your body, lifting you as if you were light as a feather in the most gentle way as possible, due to your broken leg probably, and walking towards the door to what you assumed was his colleague.
"I got it. Let's get out of here."
Bucky went in front and you saw what you thought was Natasha as you passed the now empty corridor. Steve was trying to be kind to you as he went down the building faster than you did although he was heavier than you, carrying you and all his oxygen tank. That was so impressive. Those men and women were so powerful and so fearless. You hid your face against his shoulder, your arm holding tightly around his neck as you felt your insides burning. That was so exciting and sexy at the same time. You were going to kill Sam Wilson.
"You holding up for me?" Steve’s voice sounded soft against your ear and you couldn't help but chill.
"Yeap." You replied low, closing your eyes and praying to this be over already.
"Almost over. You will be safe soon enough. Keep your eyes closed."
When you were finally out of the building, the sun hitting on your face, you made a motion to get down of his arms, but he held you more tightly.
"You have a broken leg. Let me put you in a stretcher, okay?"
You nodded as he gently laid you on a stretcher. There were some other volunteers around and you licked your lips, wanting to thank him.
"There will be people taking care of you now, you will be alright." Steve squeezed your hand lightly as he left you to join the other firefighters. Your stomach danced as you watched him walk away, your eyes wandering on his ass more than they should.
"Everyone good? Everyone?" Natasha was passing around the volunteers, checking on them. She put her hand on your shoulder and you were startled, staring at her.
"You okay? Was everything okay?"
"Yeah? Yeah, I guess I was saved?"
Natasha smiled as she pointed to the big room you were in the beginning.
"There are some sandwiches and some snacks on that room for volunteers. If you want to wait a little bit, I am sure you can talk to Wilson.”
-x-
You waited for a while. Most of the volunteers had left when they were done with their food, probably wanting to enjoy their Friday off. You sit in a chair, looking at your phone: 11:39 am. The door opened and a loud group came out, mostly men, going directly to the table. You looked for Sam, finally finding him giving a huge bite at a sandwich. You walked towards him, ignoring most of the looks for still wearing the bloody jacket.
"Sam!"
"Oh my God, you came! You indeed came!" Sam exclaimed, surprised, leaving the sandwich on a plate and hugging you, tightly. All your anger simply melted away. Sam read your paper and laughed.
"How was it? You good?"
"Yeah. I was carried and saved but besides all of that, I am fine."
Sam coughed a laugh, hugging you again.
"Who I owe the thanks to saving my best friend?"
Before you could answer, an attractive black-haired man passed his arm over Sam's shoulder. Behind him, a blond tall man with a shirt that was clearly smaller than he should be wearing followed, looking everywhere but at you.
"Please, don't tell me you have been hiding a lover this whole time, Sam. From me? I thought we had something special!"
"Awwn, sorry to break your heart, Bucky. Not that interests you, but this is my best friend actually."
Bucky put his head over his heart, pretending to be relieved. You laughed, getting an alarmed looked from Sam. Probably to not encourage Bucky.
"James Barnes, at your service, but everyone calls me Bucky. Sam's best friend in this place, together with my friend Steve here."
Steve?
STEVE?
You looked at the blond guy Bucky was pointing and all embarrassment from before came back. You didn't even recognize yourself from before, sounding like you even got affected by him with that uniform, that calm but firm attitude. You would have done everything Steve told you but now? You weren't affected, at all.
"Oh." You simply replied, Steve's face going red as a tomato. That isn't what you were expecting from a man like that at all. "I should have thanked you before, Steve."
Sam and Bucky's eyes went directly to Steve. You could see a half malicious smirk on Bucky's lips.
"Oh, it was you from before? The one he carried away?"
"Bucky..." Steve warned. Sam's eyebrow went up in your direction.
"I was just in the last one and he helped me. I had a broken leg, you know?" You tried to explain to Sam that hid a smile with his mouth "Again, thank you, Steve."
Steve smiled, his face still red as a tomato. You turned to Sam, ready to leave but he shook his head.
"Come on, you gotta stay with us to celebrate. First time I have you after I don't know how many years and you will just leave me like that?"
"Yes, it is Friday. I am going home, showering, resting my feet up, and sleeping until tomorrow morning."
"You do something big?" asked Bucky, biting a sandwich.
"You know the big new marketing building that opened downtown? I am kind assistant in there to a director." You answered "I am really sorry Sam, but this is my first three-day weekend in forever. Maybe a Sunday lunch?"
"I will hold you on that."
You hugged Sam and held your hand out to Bucky. When you turned to Steve, his blue eyes focused in your expression as before, when he saved you. You held your hand out, thanking him, wanting to get out of there as fast as possible.
“Again, it was nothing. I would do it again if it is needed.”
You ignored Bucky’s laugh behind you and contained a smirk on Steve’s red face when he realized what he said. This tall and muscular man was nervous because of you? No, your senses were lying to you. You were nothing special really. Average but okay enough. It was probably your eyes deceiving it.
“I will hold into it, Steve.”
-x-
"Steve seems interested in you."
You only saw Sam’s text when you were home, shower taken, a comfortable and warm bathrobe, wine, snacks, and streaming ready. Sam had always been a little bit of a prankster and you bet that Bucky Barnes was involved in it too. It seemed just like that guy's personality anyway.
“No, I think he is seriously interested in you. What do you want me to say?"
The other text was a selfie. Sam's face was in front, with Bucky and Natasha their arms around Steve. How could a man look so attractive like that? It was unfair. You shook your head.
"He isn't, Sam. He prob dates Natasha or something."
No answer for a few minutes until your phone vibrated again.
"Nat? Nah, not happening. They are like brother and sister. Now, isn't Steve a little attractive? Just a lil? Especially in the uniform?"
You rolled your eyes, clicking on the selfie he sent you before, focusing on Steve's face. Of course, he was attractive. You debated if you should answer or not, biting your lips as you sent a final message.
-x-
"What did they say, Sam? Come on, we are all dying to know here. Steve more than anyone else!"
"Barnes, can you behave like a normal adult?" Natasha mocked, her arms crossed.
"Like I would be sharing with any of you. This is my best friend and Steve we are talking about here and I will show it to him only!."
"Like he won't tell us, right Nat?"
Sam shook his head, giving it up. He showed his phone and three heads got together to read it.
"Yes. Especially in the uniform."
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