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imaginedanvrs · 5 months

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my demon gave me everything

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summary: dark!natasha romanoff x reader. Natasha Romanoff saves the world. Morals, lifestyle and past aside, the fact is that she puts her life on the line for everyone else. And for this, she believes she’s owed something. She saves billions of lives on the regular, so why not take the occasional one for herself?

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warnings: kidnapping, drugging, stalking, character death, obsessive behaviour

“Hi, Peggy,” you greeted the veteran warmly, pulling her from the memories playing before her in the photos by the impeccably made bed. Though the quality of the crumpled papers weren’t the finest of that generation's technology, the scenes that the woman could recall just from a glance at the hazy faces were enough to bring their characters and stories to the present. In the months that you had known Ms Carter, you had spent hours listening to her adventures from the war, enthralled by every word. Of course, you weren’t meant to have favourites, but Peggy’s life had been unmatched, so naturally, her presence was too. You missed her greatly in the months that followed.

“Hello, dear,” Peggy replied with an aged smile. “How are you?” She asked, lifting her hand to you. You took it in your own and rubbed your thumb over the back of her hand with a shake of your head.

“You know that’s what I’m meant to ask you,” you tutted, though of course appreciating the care she showed.

“Yes but I’m not the one on my feet for twelve hours a day,” Peggy was swift to respond.

“And I’m not the one that’s fought in a world war,” you countered, earning a soft chuckle from your resident. You placed her hand back down on the soft sheets gently and set about busying around her room. “I heard Steve’s coming in to see you later,” you said as you began watering some of the pots along the window frame.

“That’s the plan,” Peggy agreed. Of course she understood better than anyone that the job of someone like Steve Rogers meant that plans could be cancelled at a moment's notice. Majority of the time though, he made it. Luckily for the super soldier, the home was discreet enough that he didn’t have to worry about any press or genuine threats interrupting his visits with the woman he loved. The home was tucked away just outside the city and only housed a manageable amount of residents for a small team of staff. It was perfect for a retired war hero, even if she did have some complaints about being in a home to begin with.

“I believe he’s bringing Natasha with him as well,” Peggy added.

“Really? Do I need to get the spare red carpet for her too?” You quipped as you smiled at the last flower pot, fully aware of the look Peggy was sending your way.

“Now dear, don’t you start making a fuss too. You’re the only one who doesn’t treat them like a touring rock band.” Peggy sighed. “You’ll give them a complex.” At this, you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Bit dramatic, don’t you think?” You chuckled as you folded and put away the cardigan that wouldn’t be needed for the rest of that day.

“I don’t think so, dear. Things aren’t how they used to be, you know?” You smiled as the familiar rant about the changing world started again. “When me and Steve fought, we fought for freedom and only that. Now you have so many so-called ‘super heroes’ out there showing off their gifts for the crowds instead of using it for good. And that’s not even the worst of it. I’m sure some are all together corrupt,” she said with a disappointed frown. “Steve earned his abilities because he’s a good man but there are some that-” Peggy’s rant was cut off by the chesty coughs that stole her breath. She leaned forward to best support herself as you grabbed her glass of water and knelt besides her, masking my worries as best you could. It was easy for you both to forget the veterans age and limits.

“Take it easy,” you encouraged with a gentle hand on her back. Peggy gratefully took the water and allowed it to ease her irritated throat before leaning back into her bed with a tired sigh. “Okay?”

“Best I’ve ever been,” you hummed and refilled her glass before setting it on the bedside table again.

You took Peggy’s hand in my own once again and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “I should hope so, you have to come with me next time I go back to England,” you said matter of factly. Prompting Peggy to chuckle, more than happy to go along with the fantasy.

“Ah yes, I still haven’t met the queen and she’s been on the throne almost as long as I’ve been alive,” Peggy exclaimed.

“Would be pretty nice if she could pay for our plane tickets,” you added to which the older woman continued to chuckle just as a light knock could be heard from the other side of her door.

“Come in,” she invited, the hope in her voice clear and thankfully rewarded when Steve poked his head around the door with a broad smile to the older woman that he extended to you after a second. You placed Peggy’s hand back to her bed just as a shorter woman crept in behind Steve.

“Oh Steve,” Peggy beamed with a twinkle in her eye she reserved solely for the Captain.

“Hey Peggy, how’s my favourite girl?” He greeted, his eyes just as full of love as Peggy’s as he knelt down where you had been a second before. “Hi, y/n,.” he said, his voice still nurturing.

“Heya Steve,” you smiled back and glanced away from their embrace. Too often did you try to live through them in hopes of experiencing a love nearly as strong as theirs some day.

You glanced towards the silent woman who was already looking at you with interest. “Hi,” you muttered, finding it near impossible to hold such an intense gaze for more than a couple seconds - not that you were the first to find difficulty in making eye contact with the world’s greatest assassin, of course. She was the Black Widow. For a second you had to remind yourself that she was a good guy and that you had nothing to worry about.

“Hi,” she replied, a friendly smile taking over her features so smoothly you wondered if it was sincere.

“I’ll leave you guys to it in a minute but before I go, Peggy, are you comfortable?” You asked. “Not too hot?” You knew the older woman didn’t like to make a fuss and that if you didn’t ask then, she wouldn’t say anything until her visitors left.

“A little,” you were glad to hear her admit, “perhaps there’s no need for the extra blanket.” You nodded in agreement and took the extra blanket off her bed and put it away in her cupboard to grab again before the night. “Thank you, dear,” Peggy said with a grateful nod.

“No problem, just shout if you need anything,” you said as always as you made your way out the room and shut the door behind you, unaware of the eyes that followed you the whole way.

Natasha didn’t believe in any kind of instant connection. She had never looked at someone and felt a desperate need to have them, kiss them, date them, fuck them. It had simply never occurred and she didn’t believe it happened to others. She believed anything remotely close to ‘love at first sight’ was some bullshit horny people told lonely people in order to get in their pants faster. You were no exception.

What Natasha did experience was interest. Interest of woman she would typically define as her ‘type’. It wasn’t that she saw a hot woman and wanted to fuck them, instead, Natasha saw fragile women and wanted to break them. She wanted to surgically remove every part of them that made them the picture of innocence and ruin it. Because no two people are the same. No two people can have that many overlapping traits. Everyone was unique which meant everyone had a unique way to be broken, that was what sparked Natasha’s interest.

In less than a minute in the same room as you, the spy had watched how you interacted with Peggy, a vulnerable lady that you had ensured the comfort of. She had watched how unfazed you were by two superheroes that many had paid thousands just to shake hands with. It had sparked her interest and made her wonder how you would respond to numerous scenarios. She wondered what you would look like when your mind and body had been broken, if it would be any different than the women before.

The one thing Natasha knew for sure was that she was going to find out.

Peggy’s death came two weeks later. Steve couldn’t be there at the end but he thanked you that you were. You held her hand as she passed and told her it was okay, managing to hold back your tears until her final breath. You all knew this meant she wouldn’t have to suffer anymore, but the absence of her presence was felt across the home and would for a while.

The funeral was a blur, a lot of people were invited, unsurprisingly. Peggy had touched many lives that you were beyond grateful to receive an invitation yourself, even if you didn’t know anyone there except for Steve who had enough people to greet. You stuck to the back of the hall and made small talk with a few people and managed to hold back tears until the end of service when you snuck away to the bathroom.

After ten minutes of hardly effective breathing exercises you found on the internet, you made your way back out, hoping to say goodbye to Steve before you left but figured he had to leave early as he was nowhere to be found. You tried to make an unnoticed exit but the small touch to your back told you that you failed in that. You spun around to see Natasha with that same, slightly off, smile you hadn’t forgotten..

“Hey,” she greeted, putting her hands back into the pockets of a coat that probably cost more than a year's worth of your salary. To be fair, she saves the world.

“Hey yourself,” you said with a weary smile, hoping your eyes weren’t too red from crying. She looked perfect.

“Y/n, right?” She tested.

“Yeah and you’re… Natasha was it?” You tested back, making the redhead’s smile become more real.

“That’s me,” she chuckled. You eased up slightly, finding her presence less intimidating than your last meeting. “How are you? I mean, how are you doing?” She continued, her softer gaze becoming more watchful again. You wondered then if that was just her way of showing she was listening and giving her full attention.

“I’m alright,” you lied. Natasha noted it internally. “How are you? How’s Steve?” Another note.

“I didn’t know her all that well but Steve’s not having the easiest time.” You nodded, recalling the affection that never faltered when he looked at Peggy. “He’ll be okay though, he’s a tough guy.”

“Is he here?” You skimmed the faces in the crowd once more but still couldn’t find the blond.

“No, he had to go,” Natasha said.

“He doesn’t need you to help save the world with him?” you teased to try and distract from the resurfacing raw funeral feelings.

“It’s not bad enough to require my skill set,” the spy quipped with some undisguised smugness. You hummed. That was pretty hot. “So seeing as there’s nothing that requires my immediate attention, you need a ride home?” Natasha offered with expecting eyes.

“Thank you, but I can just order an uber I’m not too far-”

“Then you won’t be out of my way then,” Natasha called over her shoulder as she headed for what you could only guess was the flashiest car on the grounds and left no room for arguing. You trailed along behind her as Natasha opened the eagle doors from her keys while you pretended not to be completely awestruck by the vehicle and its driver.

“So was this a gift from Nick Fury or…?” You asked as the spy revved the engine and swiftly made her way out of the parking area and started on the long lane out of the grounds.

“You could say that,” she smirked, making you wonder if there was a story behind the car's ownership. “Do you drive?” The redhead asked instead.

“Um, no. Haven’t really gotten around to it, you know, what with moving here a year ago from England and all.” You admitted in a quick attempt to cover the embarrassment you always felt when people asked.

“That’s fair.” Natasha nodded understandably. “Besides, what are you? Twenty?” She continued with her eyes staying on the road.

“Nineteen,” you corrected. Natasha hummed and you suddenly wondered how old the Avenger was. Definitely not too old for you to see her as attractive but probably too old for her to see you as attractive, as if that were ever a possibility.

Once you reached the main gates to the grounds, Natasha pulled up her screens map and asked you to put your address in then continued on in that direction.

“So how long are you planning on staying in the states?” The spy inquired.

“My visa doesn’t actually last much longer than a year so I’ll have to head back home soon.” You explained, counting down the weeks before your flight.

“Oh? You reckon you’ll come back?” Natasha continued, stopping herself from pushing as much as she wanted to.

“I’m not sure yet. I mean it’s pretty nice here but it’s not home, you know? That’s where I want to be.”

“Yeah, nothing beats that,” the older woman muttered. You were about to ask Natasha about her own home when the car pulled to a stop outside your three story apartment building. “But I suppose this is it for now.”

“Pretty different to yours, I bet,” you mused, only imagining the kind of place she lived.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Natasha chuckled.

“Kinda,” you admitted with a light laugh as you got out of the fancy car. “Well, thanks for the ride, it was fun,” you smiled gratefully towards the redhead.

“Anytime,” she winked and sped away once you were a couple steps back. As you watched her go, you assumed that would be the last time you ever saw Natasha Romanoff.

It’s pretty nice but it’s not home. That’s where I want to be.

Natasha had pondered on that as she pulled into the rusting garage, only being lit by the glow from the inside of her car. She tapped her steering wheel and considered what that meant for her. It meant you were going back to England and you probably weren’t coming back. The redhead hummed as she pulled up your visa on her tablet, seeing the expiration date was only a couple months time and concluded you could be leaving any day between now and then. When she returned home she would find what date you had booked your flight for so she could know for sure.

That was new. The spy had never faced a deadline with any of the past women. It was exciting, adding a new risk she hadn’t encountered before. It made the challenge all the more enticing. With that on her mind, Natasha left the garage through the back door and had to give it several kicks when shutting it back into place.

Shit hole.

The building wasn’t really that bad, more just a little run down because it was in the forgotten part of town, just outside the busy city that had no time to acknowledge it. Natasha, being far more used to her luxury penthouse suite in the heart of New York, thought it was below her and couldn’t wait to show you just how differently she lived.

Once the redhead made her way up to the top floor, and assuring no one was around to see, she slipped inside the empty one bedroom apartment and headed straight for the window at the opposite end of the living space. Sitting in the sturdy foldable chair, Natasha peered through the S.H.I.E.L.D issued camera that was already staring right into your bedroom window down the street.

You were crying again. Natasha tutted. She had liked getting a sneak peak at how you looked when you cried the first time, but had since grown irritated that she wasn’t the one causing those tears to fall. It made her agitated and grew her need to have you.

When you finally took your shirt off, the spy’s interest peaked again and she gave a light groan. It was only the second time seeing you without it and the first time had only been through your webcam. You usually knew to close your curtains when getting changed but the emotions clouded your better judgement.

Such a dumb pup.

You dipped out of view to remove your bra so Natasha switched tabs on her laptop to peer through yours. Turned off. She switched to my phone. In another room.

“Fuck,” Natasha huffed, pulling a cigarette from its packet on the windowsill and grabbing the lighter from her pocket. She held the flame against the end and waited for the orange glow to send off its small grey whisps.

The Avenger had put cameras in some of the other women’s apartments, but given that she was able to see through several of your windows from across the street, she didn’t deem it necessary for you. She preferred it that way. She wasn’t exactly desperate to see you naked. That wasn’t a big part of it. She just wanted to see you. She enjoyed learning your small habits from afar, they would help in a few days. She enjoyed seeing you all on your own and knew it bothered you. You craved companionship and it would make you more open to hers the more desperate you got. It was just a shame she couldn’t drag it out for longer.

When you reappeared, you were in my unicorn pjs. Natasha smiled at the innocence of it all. Nineteen. The redhead didn’t usually go for women that young but you were an adult by law so she deemed it okay. Besides, she knew of your exes. She knew that older women were your type and that thirty definitely wasn’t too old. The spy also knew those exes were inadequate and what Natasha could offer you was something you had yet to experience from anyone, even them. She wondered just how badly you craved it and how soon you would admit it to her.

All that mattered was that you would never experience it from anyone else.

Several days passed since Peggy’s funeral and things were returning to how they were before you met the veteran. Her room at the home was still empty and you hoped it would be until you left. That would always be Peggy’s room. Thankfully, you were able to distract yourself throughout your working days by completing unnecessary tasks to make the day go quicker and stop your mind wandering too much to how lonely you were again. Peggy had been a friend, granted an unlikely one but a friend at that.

You were able to keep yourself preoccupied outside of work too. Whenever the weather permitted, you headed out into the parks in town with your sketchbook and spent hours, sometimes most of the day, doodling pretty much anything you could see. The crowds of flowers around the edges of the park; the moments different wildlife crosses paths; the unique landscapes when the city turned to town; the families and couples enjoying the last of the summer. Everything had a spot in your nearly full sketchbook that you had gotten especially for your trip. You were hoping to recreate them digitally when you got home.

The silver lining in it all was that you slept soundlessly through the nights. From the moment your head hit the pillow you were fast asleep and woke up feeling refreshed until grief gave you a sudden slap. But it wasn’t just you that benefited from my new found deep sleeping habits. In fact, it was what made Natasha able to make her move so fast.

It was 3:36 when the spy stepped foot in your apartment. She crept around without a single breath to be heard and peered around the studio apartment. Due to the layout, Natasha was able to see your sleeping frame as soon as she stepped into your living space. You were of course sound asleep when she saw you, but Natasha still noted where the creaky floorboards were and swiftly manoeuvred around your apartment.

The redhead didn’t make her way immediately to you as she knew you wouldn’t stir. Instead, she took some time to feed her curiosity and opened the cupboards in the kitchen she hadn’t been able to see. You had a lot of snacks, most of which Natasha didn’t approve of, and less ingredients for actual dinners. She knew you weren’t much of a chef and more often than not just put a collection of snacks on your plate for dinner than cook. The older woman would fix that for you soon enough.

She was pleased to see that you kept the studio pretty much spotless. There was no washing up left out, no crumbs on any surfaces, the floor didn’t need to be moped. She wouldn’t mind if you managed to stay in her home a while.

After a few more minutes of assessing the rest of your living space, Natasha continued back to you and hovered over your sleeping body for a while, knowing you wouldn’t have a rest this peaceful for a while. Luckily she had something to make sure you could make the most of it. The syringe in the leather pocket was only a slim one with a needle small enough that you wouldn’t feel it in your sleep. She traced along your neck with the back of her finger before sinking the needle in and flushing the liquid into your system, ensuring you would be no trouble when getting home.

“That’s it, detka,” Natasha cooed when you turned onto your side facing her and nuzzled further into your pillow. She leant down and placed a gentle kiss on your temple and the trace of a smile fluttered across your lips. “Get lots of rest.”

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steveandbuckysdaughter · 4 months

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Have you ever noticed that ever since season one of What If introduced Captain Carter, she's been showing up a lot more than Sam Wilson as Captain America? I once queationed it, which pissed off some Peggy stans on this site to the point where I had to alter the tags so I wouldn't have to deal with them.

Oh yeah I did, trust me, you’re not the only one. Many Sam or Steve or Bucky stans and, yk, Peggy antis here on tumblr noticed it, but her stans are just too stubborn to accept it.

In my humble opinion, I think Peggy is simply a better character for marvel to sell as cap (and not for the right reasons), which is why Sam’s cap hasn’t appeared in 2/3 years and all of Steve’s appearances were butchered.

Steve is noble, all about freedom and doing what’s right. He was a disabled son of immigrants who knew struggle and, in his own words, didn’t like bullies no matter where they came from, which means that doing what was right to him was more important than any government, any authority. Civil War is all about this characterization of Steve, and it’s why he was the perfect man for the job.

Sam is like Steve. He is a noble man who knew struggle and suffering growing up, who lost loved ones, his place in the world the moment he chose to follow what was right instead of what was ordered to him. He was ridiculed and beaten down, and risked losing it all multiple times, but that never made him back down. Plus, to add fuel to the fire, the higher powers would have never accepted him as Captain America because he’s black, no matter if Captain America himself passed the mantle to him, they wouldn’t have accepted him and still didn’t right up to the finale of TFATWS. Sam is perfect for the job and mirrors Steve as the perfect Captain America of his time.

Peggy is… well, she’s nothing of these things.

Yes, she’s a woman, and so everyone would be expected to find sympathy for her, to root for her, but aside from her stans no one actually does. Peggy has a support system and respect, like it or not, and she was relevant. She’s arrogant, she’s headstrong, and she doesn’t go against the system because she is the system. She’s not a minority, she never knew struggle, hell, she lived a comfortable life up until the war and after. And marvel can use her more than Sam or Steve because she’s not troublesome like them, she’s not going to rebel the system if not for selfish reasons or plot points. She’s not Steve, she’s not Sam, and she shouldn’t be, but at the same time Peggy should not be a Captain that marvel should enforce in their media over and over again.

As Erskine said, “Because the strong man who has known power all his life may lose respect for that power, but a weak man knows the value of strength and knows... compassion.” And while Steve and Sam don’t know strength in the sense that Erskine disregards, Peggy does. And if anything, she resembles John Walker.

Not to mention she is no character of her own, she’s simply the mixture of some characters thrown together in a cauldron, and in addition she’s a Mary Sue. She is a villain masked as hero, one that is convenient as a character and can be thrown from side to side as if she was some Y/N insert in an avengers fanfic.

Not only she has made more appearances than the current Captain America, but she managed to insert herself in the majority of What If…’s storylines, even more than actual main characters. Like, you want to tell me people actually want yet another episode about Peggy or with Peggy being a major character instead of Wanda, Loki or the main six avengers? No one does, not even the stans with a functioning brain. But Marvel will not stop, and whatever chokehold Hayley Atwell has on them will last until she’ll be satisfied with the colonization of all the possible marvel projects.

So ultimately, to answer your question: yes, I did notice Sam is being overshadow by a dusty side character that should have stayed dead back in 2016. You’re not alone, and I’m glad I’m not either. If you scroll on my profile you’ll soon find an old post of mine from last year, during the MoM era, where I was talking about this issue, and a Peggy stan went ballistic and on a rant on how I was using Sam as an excuse to hate on Peggy and justify Stucky. (Btw nice move altering the hashtags, I’ve done it too and it’s been a blessing for me.)

Feel free to check that post and come back in the asks, I’d love to discuss that and maybe share some posts regarding the issue (if I can find them lol)

#rant #anti peggy carter #Steve rogers #sam wilson #Captain America #the falcon and the winter soldier #mcu critical #what if #what if season 2 #Ross rants

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imamotherfuckingstar-lord · 6 months

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steve rogers x reader summary: steve returns from time traveling back to his old life. will you forgive him? a/n: time travel is different than canon. he just spends weeks back in his old life, in turn misses out on months in the current timeline.

Steve Rogers was many things but a coward? He never thought he had it in him, but as you drew closer into the room and than were suddenly right there in front of him - he wanted to run away. How beautifully relaxed you look, as if the last time you two saw each other wasn't heartbreaking or gut wrenching - the look of grief on your face when he said he had to go. That he couldn't stay with you and needed to go back to his first life.

The tears in your eyes, the trembling in your hands...he never forgot it and when he left back in time, to his time - he knew it was a mistake the moment he stepped foot into a life that he no longer fit in. He came back but traveling through time brought different rules of logic. The few weeks he spent there, meant months for here and now he was seeing you for the first time since saying goodbye. He had returned a week ago and the moment he stepped off the transported, he felt at home. Sam and Bucky had come to see him when they heard the news from Bruce and the reunion was short lived when he asked about you.

"She's been out in California."

"California?"

That's where he was now, standing in the middle of a lab. Bucky had made the trip with him and set up the meeting but you had thought it was a visit from Bucky. The two of you had become closer over the last months since Steve's departure. He had become like a brother to you. So when he had called and said he'd be in California for a few days, you were elated and made arrangements for him to come by the lab you now worked in.

Except it wasn't Bucky who you saw standing there and the excitement of seeing your friend grew stale, but a feign calmness washed over your face and you walked further into the room. Than you were standing in front of Steve Rogers in all his glory and complicated beauty. So many emotions raged through your heart and while you wanted to allow the angry to overrule them all, you couldn't.

How pathetic you felt in that moment when he finally spoke. "I'm back."

"Missed the internet, huh? I can't imagine life without it," you smiled, moving toward the table to your left. Picking up a tablet, you pretended to look over some emails and drew your back to him. He shifted behind you but didn't move closer, instead he began to sprout out a long winded apology. He seemed to speak quickly, almost afraid to miss anything that needed to be said.

"I should have never left..."

Your fingers trembled against the screen of the tablet.

"I was just existing there, but I realized I couldn't just go back to my old life...."

Tears began to swell and you gripped the tablet so hard it began to hurt.

"I'm not that person anymore, I haven't been the same person since I've met you. I -" Steve's voice faltered for a brief moment but he continued, moving a step closer to you. "I wish I could take back that day, I should have never left and I know I don't deserve it, but I just want another chance. Please, sweetheart, give me another chance and I'll spend the rest of my life showing you how much I love you."

His words shook away the remaining anger in your body and you crumbled down against the table, but he was there in seconds, holding you up. Arm wrapped around the front of your stomach, Steve held you up against his chest as you sobbed. He pressed his forehead against your shoulder blade and whispered that he would leave if you wanted him too. "If you need to never see me again, I'll do it..."

The thought brought you back to your senses and you turned in Steve's arms to face him. His eyes took in the hurt expression on his face and he could only hold your face in his hands, rubbing his thumb against your cheek.

"You have to know something..." the something was Peggy Carter and you braced for the worse. "I didn't go see her, when I went back. I just couldn't do it, I thought that was what I should do but I ended up wandering my old neighborhood. I went back to see where Bucky and I used to run around, I did a lot of people watching. I did a lot of missing you."

"I missed you too," you smiled softly, tears falling down your face. Steve wiped them away and pulled you into an embrace.

"I know it's going to take time for you, but I will wait as long as I need to.."

Wrapping your arms around his waist, you looked up at the man you had loved and still love, even if every fiber of your brain told you not to. That he had left you for a world that casted him aside and for a woman, a woman you could never live up to. But here he was, begging for your forgiveness. For another chance and you could only think of a conversation Bucky and you had months ago...

"He had to go, you know that right?"

"His life was here."

Bucky sighed and brought his arm around your shoulder, bringing you in to his side. Resting your head against him, you stared out into the small pond.

"He thinks he needs to go back and live a life that he was meant to but he'll be back, I bet you a pitcher of beer." Bucky smiled down at you. You appreciated his attempt at lightening up the mood, but he squeezed your shoulder when you asked why he thought that Steve would return. "Because you're here."

"Okay."

Your voice was so meek, Steve looked at you with an intense gaze filled with anticipation and nerves. "Okay?"

Nodding, you reached up and touched the side of his face. His eyes fell closed - breathing for what seemed like the first time in weeks. Then you said his name and he opened his eyes, and he knew he was lucky to be given such a chance.

"My instincts want me to run away. I should run away, because you broke my heart, Steve. You have to know that otherwise it will become this thing between us and I don't want anything else to come between us."

His heart sank but he knew you were just being truthful and he deserved to hear it all. He knew he had a lot to make up for and there was a long road to recovering your broken heart but it was a challenge he was more than up for.

"I know," he whispered, sliding his hands up your neck. He held you gently, eyes gazing into yours. "I promise you, I will never leave you again. I will fight for us - you know how much I love a good fight."

Steve smiled and you laughed, shaking your head as his lips moved down against yours. He kissed you hard, longing, arms around your waist and bringing you tight against his body. Your feet lifted off the ground and you laughed against Steve's mouth. When he finally put you down, he rested his forehead against yours. His hand found its way to yours and he held it gingerly.

"Can I pick you up after work?"

"There's a really nice diner down the street..."

Steve smiled and kissed you. "Okay, I'll be back around 5?"

You said yes and told him that Bucky was more than welcome to come along. "I owe him a pitcher of beer."

Not understanding, Steve agreed any way and headed out toward the door but turned when you called out to him. He asked if something was wrong but you just smiled at him. "I love you."

Seconds, took seconds for him to be at your side. He kissed you again and again, hands roaming your hair until a call came through the lab's intercom - you had a meeting in ten minutes. Steve resided and kissed you on the forehead, and he felt a tunnel of relief fill his lungs. He knew coming back home was the right thing to do, it felt in his heart and saw it in your eyes as he whispered that he loved you.

Oh, how much he loved you...not even the temptations of time could hold him back.

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momentofch-aos · 3 months

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M's Marvel Thought of the Day

Daniel Sousa, now settled in the 21st century, looks up what happened to his friends from his own timeline.

Daisy had already gently broken the news about Peggy's death to him. They visited her grave site and talked about the adventures and missions the two had been on.

He read the case file on Howard and Maria Stark's death, the Winter Solider case and knowledge of who he was sending him for a loop. He'd met Sergeant Barnes once, that day when he thought he would die on the battle field. He had never been Howard's biggest fan but no one deserved that.

He read the obituaries of Ana and Edwin Jarvis, found they were buried in New York, side by side as they'd been in life. He left pink flowers - Ana's favourite colours of peonies - on their grave, and thanked them for their friendship and support.

There had been two people he'd been somewhat surprised to find out were still alive and unbelievably in the same old people's home in DC. He'd been unsure whether visiting would be a good idea but after some gentle investigating from Daisy and Mack, he found himself entering a rec room. There was various elderly people around, reading newspapers or napping in high backed armchairs. But no-one looked familiar. Daisy squeezed his hand before getting the attention of one of the nurses, who led them around the corner of the room.

As they make their approach when Daniel hears a far too familiar voice, making him stop in his tracks.

"Ha! Got you again Thompson, pay up!" Rose Roberts, with now grey hair but with the same thick glasses, smirked triumphantly across the top of the checkers board.

The older man across the table groaned. "We go through this every damn day Rose. Can we go back to Chess?" Daniel took in the older man he'd known a life time ago, hair still slicked back in the way it had always been. A cane leant against the wall behind him and he coughed after laughing at Rose's comeback.

"Chief Thompson? Agent Roberts?" The nurse asked drawing their attention. "You have some visitors."

Both former agents looked across to see Daniel standing with an indecipherable look on his face.

"Fucking hell..."

"What the hell..." Their voices overlapped suddenly.

"Hey Rose, hey Jack." Daniel said stepping forward. Rose struggled to her feet, using the table to leverage herself up.

"Chief? Is that really you?" Rose looked up at him, his arms coming up to help balance her.

"It's me. It's good to see you Rose." And he found himself engulfed in her arms, wrapping his back around her and holding her tight. "God it's good to see you Rose."

"How the hell are you here?" She said as she looked back up to him. "And who's the beautiful woman you brought with you?" She fixed him with that same mischievous look she used to shoot at him all the time after glancing to Daisy who stood off to the side. Always so invested in his love life, so he chuckled.

"I can explain everything I promise. Why don't we sit?" He helped her back to her chair, glancing across to Jack who had his hand's in fists on the other side of the table. "Hi Thompson."

"Who are you?" He demanded. "You're sure as hell not Daniel Sousa. He died in...55." He paused remembering the exact year. "We buried him. We... mourned him. You sure as hell aren't him."

"I can explain that I am Jack."

"I am 102, not stupid." Rose scoffed, making both men turn to her.

"Jack do be serious. What about Rogers? He came back to Peg did he not?"

"How can we be sure? It may be some traitor. Davey was telling me just the other day about those shape shifting aliens Fury was palling around with..." Jack started saying.

"How about this Jack? I'll prove it to you." The older man looked puzzled but let him continue. "Before you went to Russia with Carter, met the Howling Commandoes when we were investigating Stark. You tricked me in the locker room, into seeing Carter changing. You asked me to get your compass from..."

"Locker 42." Jack finished his sentence and looked Daniel up and down, his gaze resting on the prosthetic leg.

"I've still only got one leg but the future makes a better prosthetic than Stark by a mile." Daniel joked, and Jack stood at that, pulling Daniel into a hug that he was not expecting. "It's good to see you too Jack."

They sat back down, chairs pulled up for Daniel and Daisy, as they told the story of faking his death, and pulling him out of time. Of their adventures into space and the weird and wacky things he'd discovered in the 21st Century.

They told him stories from their own lives after his death, cases he'd missed out on, Howard's ridiculousness. Peggy's rise to power. The three old friends spoke fondly of her, recalling stories from throughout the time they spent with her.

Rose grilled him and Daisy on their story and relationship, telling Daisy all the embarrassing things that Daniel had been happy to leave behind in the 50's. The unlikely pair giggled and formed a friendship.

Rose told her stories of her first and second marriage, her daughter, son-in-law and grandson who would visit every weekend.

Jack had been married when Daniel died, to Peggy's lovely personal secretary Ruth who knew how to put him in his place. They'd only had a daughter the year or two before Daniel supposedly died. Jack talked about how they'd gone on to have three more daughters, now had 8 grandchildren, including a grandson who had joined SHIELD recently (Daniel promised to keep an eye out for him). Then, his Ruth had passed a few years ago and Daniel expressed his condolences.

At that moment, a young boy, probably 5-years-old barrelled into the room and to Jack's side. "Pops, Pops!"

"Hey there, Danny. How's my favourite guy?" With surprising strength for a man of his years, Jack swung the young man up till he was sat on his knee.

"I'm good! Momma's coming now." He pointed to where a pretty blonde was making her way across the room, shaking her head as she stooped to kiss Jack on the cheek and ruffle her son's head.

"Sorry Grandpa, the traffic was horrendous." She greeted Rose much the same way, passing her a package. "Fudge from that place on 4th for your Rose, Danny over there insisted." She turned to the guests who sat between them. "Hello, I'm Ruthy." She shook their hands.

"Ruthy, this is Daniel and Daisy. Daniel, Daisy, my granddaughter Ruthy and her son, Danny." Jack smirked at Sousa as his great-grandson played with the watch on his wrist.

"Danny? Huh." Was the only thing Daniel came up with as he watched an old friend acting like a goofy grandparent.

"Yeah, Grandpa had a friend called Daniel who saved his life a bunch of times when he was younger. Used to tell us stories all about Sousa and Carter and their adventures. We never believed him until we found out where he worked." Ruthy filled in nonchalantly, sitting on the opposite side of the table, digging through her bag to produce a water bottle for her son unaware of the look on Daniel's face. Jack smirked massively. "Here, Grandpa. I managed to grab that album from storage that you wanted." She handed across a large leather bound photo album to the older man, who flipped through a few pages.

"Here you go Daisy, you'll like this one." Jack smirked, that old charming smile creeping onto his face as he passed the now open book across to her, Daniel peering over her shoulder and scoffing.

"Woah." Ruth finally looked up, glancing at the photo and then back up to Daniel and back again. "Well. I cannot believe it took me that long. I knew you looked familiar. I thought it was just Quake that had me thinking that."

Daisy smirked. "You don't seem surprised?"

"Oh I've worked at Stark Industries for a long time, I'm so used to superheroes and weird tech not much surprises me anymore. You see Tony Stark walking round in Iron-Man pants one too many times and you get over stuff pretty quickly." She levelled Daniel with a look. "Time travel huh?"

"Yes. But I haven't seen these in literal years." He said his hand tapped a few photos. One from the first day of opening the first SHIELD base, Thompson and Howard Stark stood either side of Peggy and Daniel. Another of Peggy, Daniel and Rose throwing confetti at Jack's wedding. One of Daniel and Thompson with Peggy on her Wedding Day. An outtake of that one where Howard was attempting to jumping into frame and Jarvis dragging him out, while the three of them laughed lay below it.

He could still picture that party, he could hear the band playing, memories of Peggy dancing with Rogers, happy and content. He remembered how happy he was for her.

Daisy squeezed his knee beneath the table and brought him back to the present. He pressed a kiss to her temple and continued the conversation. They had coffee and cake and Rose shared her fudge. Daisy made lunch trolley roll across the room, making Jack's great-grandson shriek in delighted laughs and push it back into a position where she could do it again and again.

They left hours later and Daniel felt more settled than he had done in a long time. Daisy squeezed his hand as they drove away.

They'd return to visit every time they were in town, which was more often these days now SHIELD HQ was there, sometimes together, sometimes alone. They met all of both of their families, attended Ruth's 100th birthday. Brought presents for Daniel's namesake's birthday.

When Daisy and Daniel tied the knot, two reserved seats on the front row of the groom's side were filled my two of his oldest friends some of their families just a couple rows back. They 'snuck' them into new SHIELD HQ to see all the new tech and planes, the memorial wall that included people they'd known a lifetime ago.

Daniel loved the future, loved living his life alongside Daisy and her family. But knowing his friends were there, getting to spend time with them was an unexpected but valuable thing for him. It gave him a link to the past, someone to shoot the breeze with, with some similar experiences from the past. A taste of a previous life he was grateful for as he lived his new one.

#m's marvel thought of the day #agent carter #agents of shield #daniel sousa #daisy johnson #marvel #fanfic #dousy #aos #peggy carter #howard stark #edwin jarvis #jack thompson #rose roberts #this got away from me #steve rogers is mentioned #ana jarvis #peggysous #previous peggysous

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bucknastysbabe · 1 year

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God Bless the Inventor - 40’s AU series

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3,268

Synopsis: Howard comes up with a…new invention for his adventurous pals to try. Bucky’s devious wife has plans. Bucky is questioning his life choices.

Tags: 3k of femdom filth, anal play, fancy vibrators were invented by Howard I know, Subby baby buck, chubby bunny buck, man tears, oral (f!receiving), humiliation kink, weight gain TW if that’s not your thing, men in panties, overstim, SSR GANG, Peggy should’ve been gay and not a dumbass plot choice I loved agent Carter and stand by that, We Stan Dum Dum Dugan, Bucky and him wife are very much in love and supremely horny, praise kink, slight sub space

A/N: I wanted a thicker man in lingerie smh

Howard sat on the other side of his Art Deco living room, newly furnished from what you could tell. Bucky was next to you, a question furrowing his brow. His flesh arm was around your shoulders, the cutie would get touchy around Stark’s flirty demeanor. Regardless if they were best of pals.

You smiled and asked, “So what’s this new invention you want to pitch to us of all people?”

Howard’s dark eyes gleamed with mischief. He grinned and sat forward, extending his hands. The genius elaborated, “Well- it’s a bit of a strange idea, brought to my attention after seeing a housewife in dire need of,” he winked, “companionship.”

Bucky barked, “What the hell Stark? You comin’ onto us or something?”

You shushed him and gestured for Howard to continue his pitch. He laughed airily, pulling out some sort of sleek oblong thing— faintly in the shape of a prick with a ring on the end. Your eyes widened when it dawned, you gasped, “Howard! You made one of those sex toys?” Bucky rolled his eyes with a groan, thoroughly displeased.

Howard wagged his finger, “Nuh-uh-uh! It’s a ‘massager’! Good for working out sore muscles.”

You and Bucky shared a dubious look, then turned back to Stark. He slapped his knee and guffawed, “Yes of course it’s a vibrator! But the magic here is that it’s battery powered and,” he winked, “remote controlled for the partner!”

Bucky snorted, “What about the damn flying car Stark? Been waiting on that one since 42’.”

“It’s still under work!,” the man snapped.

You interrupted, “What then? You want us to try it out for you? Why can’t you do it on one of your two million dames?”

Howard slyly smirked, responding, “If the inventor says it’s good then what proof is that really? Just take it home, lube it up, come back to me so I can sell the patent. Stark Industries wouldn’t look good selling hysteria machines.”

Bucky sucked his teeth. He mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like, ‘can’t get a goddamn break with these SSR loons.’ You were already hooked by Howard’s pitch and toy. Poor Buck was going for the ride of his life sooner than later. You held out your hand and hummed, “I’ll bite, be back in a week. Hopefully I can leave you a glowing review, Howard.”

The excitable man jumped up and cheered, “Fantastic! You two will love it!” You grinned and let Howard peck your cheeks to Bucky’s consternation. Calling over your shoulder you joked, “Make sure Peg and her ‘roomie’ get a pair too huh Stark?” All three of you burst in to giggles after that, Bucky leading you out with a big hand on your waist.

Once strapped into the car Bucky had a strange look on his face. You purred, “Scared baby? This thing is preeeetty hefty.” He grumbled and turned the key into the ignition, ignoring your comment. You squeezed the plush layer over his strong thigh and said, “Poor Howie doesn’t know the trap he put you in Bucky-bear.”

“Tell me about it, sweets,” the brunette huffed.

Couple o’ days later

Bucky was sweating through his blazer, even in the chilly temperatures. You could see the perspiration beading on his upper lip, collecting on his temples. The man couldn’t stop shifting, tapping, grinding his teeth. Conversations went around the SSR members and their plus one’s, usually other significant others. Peggy had brought that sweet but brutally New Yorker ‘friend’ of hers, Angie.

Ray and Johnson kept away with nervous looks after the debacle at the last get together. You fondly remembered fucking Bucky into sweet submission that night. There would probably be a rehash soon if your poor husband didn’t cum all in his slacks. Which he probably would anyways, but that was okay.

Bucky was currently shoving his face with food to stop the nonsensical little noises he couldn’t hold back, passing them off as enjoying the meal. You smirked at the thought of the vibrating toy in his ass. Howard and oh goody, Dugan was in town! They ambled over greeting folks. Bucky’s eyes opened wide in fear. You knew that he knew Dugan was going to zero in on his bootcamp to field buddy.

“Barnes!,” Dugan boomed. Bucky dropped his food to sheepishly smile and get up on shaking legs. The mustachioed soldier pulled your husband into a hug, slapping his back heartily. Buck made a choking noise, rasping back a hello. Dum Dum manhandled Bucky backward to get a good look.

He patted Buck’s side and peered over a wide shoulder to joke, “Hello Missus Barnes! A sight for sore eyes! What’cha been feeding Sarge here? Lookin’ like pre-bootcamp dough boy Barnes!”

You could almost feel the mortification radiating off of your other half. Bucky’s face was a deep flush, him turning to look at you pathetically.

Down the vibrator went to zero in your pocketbook. Poor bear.

Dum Dum smiled happily, hugging the brunette again, whispering, “I’m so happy you’re okay man. Blessed, really.” Bucky gave a less strained smile at that, relaxing into the big man’s arms. “Missed ya’ too Dugan, lots.” Howard cooed, “How adorable! Let’s get the whole team together over in Europe.”

“I like New York thank you very much,” Buck deadpanned to a raucous of laughter. You sidled up to your husband, beaming. Dum Dum teased, “As long as she gets to go, gotta have some guts to keep Barnes tied down.”

Your lips quirked up, a hand sliding to palm Bucky’s ass while you purred, “I’ve got some steel under my frilly apron.” Bucky flushed and looked down, lamely replying, “She does, she does.”

The party went on a bit longer, people getting rowdy. You let Bucky get some much needed catching up with Dum Dum. His cheeky smile made your heart skip. Later on, Chief Dooley had to disperse the drunken men and Peg howling war songs. You laughed and clapped along with Angie, sharing a warm look.

Bucky was sweaty and disheveled by the time he was launched out of the circle into your arms. You caught his bulk, laughing and batting at your husband as he peppered you with wet kisses. He laughed, “C’mon you don’t want some lovin baby?” You scrunched your nose and giggled, “I always want your lovin sweetie, let’s get home Hm? Then we can take Stark’s toy for a real test drive.”

Bucky’s pupils blew at the implication, body going woozy in your arms. You eyed his needy expression, pushing back some fallen strands of dark hair. Nipping at his earlobe you hummed, “That was only level one baby, and you couldn’t sit straight.“ Bucky’s breath left him in a punched out groan, slumping into your smaller frame.

You gave his ass a tight slap and hollered, “I got the wheels this time Sarge!”

Making the rounds of goodbyes, Bucky was definitely rushing to get back home. Stark had a knowing gleam in his eye, giving you a wink behind your husbands back. Hugging the genius you thanked him.

Bucky, resigned and so, so horny followed behind like the pet pup he was. You deviously cranked the remote up another level, eyeing Bucky for the inevitable reaction. He yelped, legs spreading, arms flailing. You could hear the crunch of his metal hand on the door. Bear could hardly climb into the little two-door, so wracked with pleasure.

You cooed, “How’sit feel bear?”

Bucky’s cute nose was scrunched up as he whined out, “S’fulll m-my god, s’fuckin me up baby.” He was now rutting back against the car seat, whimpering needily. Bucky moaned, “So good, so good, fffuck!” You pulled the car forward, grinning helplessly. Oh how you loved your submissive little big boy. Bucky mewled and made to palm at his swollen cock, probably painfully smushed in those tight slacks of his.

He was too prideful to admit it, but you’d ordered some more clothes so Bucky would stop looking like he was shoved into his work suit. Stubborn bastard. You slapped his hand away and tutted, “We have to test out Howard’s device correctly dear.” You patted his plump cheek and added softly, “Can’t have your slutty dick get in the way can we now hm?”

Bucky’s tears were getting worked up but he dropped his dark head and whinged, “Yes ma’am.”

“Good boy,” you crooned. Bucky shivered and seemed to relax at the praise. Bear loved his praise and coddling almost as much as he liked the humiliation. You’d get to that later.

Bucky was going mindless, humping and sucking on his bottom lip as he bounced in the seat. To be a bitch you taunted, “Had alot to eat tonight, don’t wanna bust your nice slacks dear.” He thinly whined and blushed, curling in but didn’t stop the movement.

Pulling into the garage Bucky ungainly hopped out and staggered over to you, opening the car door. You simpered, “Sweet boy, thank you, earning a lot of treats tonight.” He blubbered, “Really?” Thumbing his swollen slobbery lips you nodded, pecking them one time.

Bucky led the way, albeit slowly due to the vibrations dragging across his ass and the heavy weight of the plug on top of the prostate. You came from behind, like a jungle predator. From the gloom of the hallway you crooned, “Special drawer’s calling your name, bear!”

Bucky moaned frustratedly. You didn’t like that insolent tone, cranking it up to the highest power. There was a clank of his arm and throaty wail emanating from the darkened bedroom. You sped up to the scene, and my- what a scene you saw. Bucky was on his knees, blazer discarded and his fingers digging into the chest. You knew that was to keep him from touching his cock.

Bucky sniveled, “S’too much, baby baby, ah fuck baby! Can’t stop l-leaking mmmgh!” You moaned softly, clambering behind your shivery husband. Slowly you discarded his clothes, baring that adorable fluffy flesh to your eyes.

“Pretty baby,” you sighed.

You could hear the vibrator assaulting Bucky’s ass, pounding his poor sensitive prostate. Your sarge whimpered and mewled, definitely getting overwhelmed. You shushed him, pressing sweet kisses and praises to relax Buck. Your nimble fingers undid his belt and unbuttoned the pants. You bit your lip bloody at Buck’s fat cock swollen and leaking all over his slacks and panties.

“Oh my, s’it milking you out sweet boy. You feelin’ sweet baby?”

You sucked in a breath, your pussy causing a slippery mess in your panties. You adjusted the sticky fabric with a strained whimper. God your husband was a work of art.

He nodded jerkily, leaning back onto your slim shoulder. Your hand caressed his damp chest and cheeks, pressing a kiss to his temple. In slow terms you asked, “Buck, you got me?” Bucky was approaching fast if not already in that foggy space. He nodded slowly, blue eyes wearily opening.

You flipped his bigger frame around to back against the drawers. Bucky was so pliant it was like moving a rag doll, albeit a heavy one. He mewled upon seeing your face, “W-wan you so bad baby.” His cock spurt out more pre. Instinctively you slid your fingertip across the milky bead and sucked on it, Bucky crying your name.

Undressing the baby was an easy affair. Surveying his flushed skin, you figured a pink set would compliment the blush, pale stretch marks, his lips, and pretty pink nipples. Shaking yourself out of the horny catalogue you moved to open the drawer, snatching around until you found the lacy baby pink set. Bucky sighed and watched with hazy eyes.

You held it up to the befogged Bucky, watching his lax body begin to tremble in excitement. You teased, “Yeah pup, you’ll look like a dream.” One leg went in a hole at a time, Buck weakly lifting up his hips to slide the thin panties on. He cried out at the fabric caressing his full balls.

Next came the garter, Bucky’s least favorite part. You relished in it, watching the softness of his belly tighten and struggle to fit under the unforgiving straps. You snapped the waistband across his belly, Bucky whining and shaking his head. Palming his tummy you questioned, “Did you get get hard when Dugan mentioned you’d packed it on?”

Bucky’s red cheeks grew wet with tears as he sniveled, “N-no! God no, I w-was so embarrassed!” You surveyed his twitchy blues while you slid up the stockings and clipped them to the ill fitting garter. He kept looking down and away as if he was going to escape. You knew what that meant. Liar.

“Uh-huh baby, just say you like being my greedy plump housewife and I think you’d feel better.”

Click click.

The buzzing grew louder.

Bucky’s legs snapped open as he howled in ecstasy, hands pulling and ripping at anything in grasp. He sobbed, “S’not tr-true! M’gonna go train with Johnson.” He shivered and mewled again at the sensation of the vibrator. You cocked your head in amusement, crawling to sit between his thick thighs.

“I know you will baby,” you teased.

You upped the vibrator to the final setting, watching Bucky seize and wail helplessly. Your own pussy tightened more and leaked at the sight of the brunette’s panties growing a darkened stain. Your belly was awash with heat, could you actually cum from watching this? Poor Buck was huffing and squirming, unable to do anything but take it. You nibbled at his chest cooing, “S’that feel good? Color baby?”

“Green mmmm- oh god yes,” he yelled.

You didn’t want to give that unspeakable German bastard any credit but whatever he dosed Buck up with in Azzano did make your husband eager to cum as much as possible. Rolling with the punches, one would say. You cleared the thought by rambling dirty nonsense.

Detaching your mouth from a puffy nipple you cooed, “What’s gotten into ya’ baby? Being so good for me. Such a good little slut, lovin’ Howard’s fun toy up your whore ass like that.”

Your husband was too busy drooling and agreeing in sloppy disjointed ‘yesses’. He was far gone, maybe had one em’ before the overstimulation took over. You crowded closer into his bulky frame, breath fanning over heaving lips. Bucky mewled and chased your lips, hands twitching at his sides, obedient as ever.

You indulged the needy slut and grabbed a full cheek of his while taking his mouth. Bucky cried out, “Oh! Mmph!” You licked into his open mouth, twirling your tongue with Buck’s while swollen wet lips caressed your own. Your husband shuddered and shoved himself closer, rubbing his tits against your silky negligee.

You smoothed your hands down the brunettes plush sides, purring, “I know you’re feeling s’good baby, you loving all this? I mean lookit’chu, you’re a mess baby.” Bucky made an indignant noise, squirming underneath you. He managed to pant, “Luh’ it. M’so horny.”

Sweet Jesus you’d lucked out. Bucky was the perfect whore, all for you. His watery blue eyes, achingly wide- watched yours. Cheeks red, trembly lips, sweet belly twitching. The cherry on top was his cock just pouring rivers of cum. You palmed his bulge, gasping at how soaked it was.

In a frenzy you unclipped the garter, Bucky gasping in shock. He made an inelegant, “whuh?” Flipping the garter up, your shaking hands yanked down the ruined panties. Mouth running overtime you rambled, “Baby is wet, so wet, gonna give me one big one Hm? Gonna cum all over your wife like a good slut?”

Bucky nodded frantically, eyes scrunching shut. He cried, “Wet for y-you- ah! Touch my balls, pluh-please they’re so heavy for you! Hngh!” You nodded, biting your lip in ecstasy, the buzzing of the toy echoing on and on. You palmed and held onto the swollen sac.

“Jesus fuck baby!,” you swore.

He was all hot hot hot and swollen. That wouldn’t do. You squeezed and rolled them, thumbing down the seam. Spurts of cum hit your belly, Bucky throwing his head back with a wail of your name. The Sargeant babbled, “Thankyouthankyouthankyou G’nna cum so hard for you ma’am!” He sucked in a wet sob and violently trembled.

“Yeah babydoll, I know you’re full up, c’mon Buck, be my good houseslut and paint my fancy clothes, ruin me, pretty baby,” you rambled breathlessly.

Bucky’s balls tightened and drew up under your palm, cock shooting load after load onto your negligee. You cooed and praised him through it, your own orgasm coming out of nowhere. You gripped at the soft flesh on his belly, panting through your nose. Simple excitement from the show that was your husband. Fat tears and hefty sobs tore Buck’s throat as he emptied.

You scrambled to turn off the vibrator, Bucky’s crying already growing frantic. You eased it out of him and tossed the device across the wooden floor. Bucky cried and mumbled nonsense, itching to touch you. You purred, “S’good, c’mon and touch me Buckybear. Good damn boy.” The supersoldier wrapped up tight around you, strong fingertips embedded into your flesh.

Teary eyes searched yours as he begged, “Baby, sweets, oh, lemme’ eat you out please! Want you on my face!”

You grinned, a complete mess, and nodded. You rasped, “Yeah, yeah, that’s a good boy, you deserved it.” You leaned back, bracing your elbows and spreading your legs for your needy husband. Bucky moaned, clambering onto his belly, big hands swallowing your thighs. He croaked, “Smell so good, my angel baby!”

“Have a taste Buckybear, sweet Jamie.”

Bucky lapped eagerly at your soppy pussy, eyes rolling at up the taste. He ate and sucked like his life depending on it, thick hips and thighs flexing against the hard floor. You threaded trembling fingers through his brunette locks, tossing your head back with a wanton cry. You blabbered, “S’good, keep it up baby.” Bucky shoved his tongue into your cunt, slurping and whining rudely.

So soon after your surprise orgasm, this was intense. All you could do was moan and whine your husbands name, riding his pretty fucking face. Bucky’s hands squeezed your thighs roughly, spreading you even wider. You cried, “Fuck sweetie! Yeah yeah that’s it!” He rutted harder, whining into your swollen pussy.

He suckled on your clit, interchanging with flicks of his tongue. Baby knew you like the back of his hand. Bucky looked up, adoration in his glossy eyes, slurring, “Love ya’ baby, pretty mama please please!” He slid a thick finger inside you, crooking the digit in quick motions. Your body arched and shivered, pussy convulsing and pushing out more and more slick.

Bucky gasped into your cunt, wordlessly wailing.

He’d cum— again. You curled around your husband, legs caging in his dark hair. Pleasure and overspent nerves overtook your flesh, making reality fizz away for God know’s how long.

You came to, cuddled with your baby in a heap on the floor, Bucky laying reverent kisses on your jaw. You gripped his soft cheek and pulled the sweetest man alive to your lips, moaning a raspy, “Love you.”

Later that night

“Yeah, so, Howard- I will give a glowing review.”

Howard’s brash laugh echoed on the other end of the line. He purred, “I take it Barnes enjoyed the treat?” You grinned and looked over to your husband, diligently rearranging and cleaning his gun. You giggled, “Oh very much so Stark.” Bucky barked from across the room, “What does he want?”

You laughed, “Sorry gotta go Howie, talk to you later, you scoundrel!”

Suspicious blue eyes stared at you, making you fall into a fit of giggles. Poor baby bear.

#40’s au #chubby!bucky #bucky x female reader #bucky x reader #Bucky barnes x reader #sub!bucky #Bucky barnes smut #the Other Kink slipped thru again maybe I’ll convert someone today #I love Howard Stark he’s my manic baby

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sosa2imagines · 5 months

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I know where I belong part 2

----------------------------------------------------- Warning- Angst and flashbacks ----------------------------------------------------- Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 -----------------------------------------------------

Flashback- Steve was over the moon when he got his dance but when Peggy told him she has moved on, even though he knows he was still angry. She asked him about his present life and he truthfully told her everything and she was happy for him. Steve was angry his mind played tricks on him, if he was still single or chose a different path maybe he could have been with Peggy but sadly he was still Captain America and your boyfriend. So when he came back he was angry. That is until one day on his stroll he bumped into Sharon who was quick to bat her lashes and apologize and Steve's mind dick forgave her. They started to meet daily. For the first few days it was harmless glancing at each other, touching and holding hands. Later on it turn into flirting and finally one day Sharon kissed him and one thing led to another. So he did got a Carter to start his life with though not Peggy but Sharon. As for Sharon? Steve was the stepping stone to rise in her career. So he started avoiding you hoping you'll break up with him. What he didn't expect was for you to find out and to his surprise slap him and break Sharon's nose. Everyone warned him not to enter the tower especially with his side chick.

Present time- All the pent up emotions were out the moment you saw Bucky. He held you tight in his brace while you cried your heart out. "How can he do this to me Bucky? Did I do something wrong? Why Buck why?" you broke into his arms as he held you tight. "No doll you didn't do anything Steve is an idiot I'll kick his ass and bring him back to you." "No Bucky" you shook your head and Bucky looked at you in confusion rubbing your back to comfort you. "Doll?" Struggling somehow you manage to talk "H..he..he said he l..loves her and she is a Carter" "What?" Bucky looked down at your head, eyebrows furrowing as he tried to make sense of the situation in disbelief that his friend actually said something so disgusting to you. "Did he really said that?" "Yes" you whispered too tired to talk. After crying for hours in Bucky's arms he finally managed to put you to sleep Bucky's own eyes were teary. Looking at your sleeping form Bucky's heart broke completely. He felt guilty for not being there for you when you needed him the most. He was angry on himself, on Steve and fucking Sharon! It was painful for him to see you like this. You were the light in his life, he hated to see you hurt and in pain.

His mind wandered to the day when he had met you for the first time. Steve had introduced you both. He remembers how your small hand fit in his large one. How soft your skin felt and so beautiful. You didn't looked at him like he is a vulnerable person, you were just you. For you he was Bucky, not Sergeant, not Winter Solider, only Bucky. As you both got to know each other more, you both became best of friends, almost inseparable. You both would even joke about Winter Solider without being offended. You would hold his metal hand with ease and he didn't mind a bit, in fact you made him feel more confident. Even when some were scared of him or just made sure not to piss him off, you were carefree not giving a damn, and he would happily comply to you. Slowly he was becoming the old 40s confident womanizer Bucky, except the fact that the new him was shy. So he was no longer a womanizer only a confident but shy Bucky. And he would never forget how you stood by him during the fight and when he was in Wakanda. Your smile, laughter and the positive vibe was what kept him going on.

And now it was his turn to look after you. He vowed he'll do anything to make you happy again, to protect you at all cost especially from Steve. He would do anything to make you smile and laugh, he silently promise to bring the light back in your life.

So next day he decided to pay a visit to Steve. "Bucky?" Bucky didn't say anything just barged inside, he also ignored the look Sharon was giving him. "When did you come back?" Steve asks surprised seeing him. "Not long to know you have started thinking with your dick" "She told you huh?" Steve scoffed. "Yeah if only she was in that condition! Do you even realize what you have done?" Bucky yelled. "Oh please Barnes it's not like she's your girl" Sharon roll her eyes "Shut up I'm not talking to you in fact I don't talk to trash at all" Bucky growled when Sharon tried to speak up, Sharon's face screwed up in an ugly scowl. "Don't talk to her like that" Bucky was shocked furrowing his brows to see Steve defending her, has he completely lost it? "Then tell her not to interfere" Steve looked at Sharon silently pleading her to go inside and she did throwing her arms up in the air. "Do you even know what she is going through? she is blaming herself you idiot" Steve felt bad but he quickly diminished the feeling shaking his head. "Because of her I couldn't be with Peggy" Steve whined and Bucky looked at Steve like he has grown three heads. "What the hell are you talking about?" "No it's not about Peggy I knew she had moved on but I was angry that she accepted my present life without being upset" "So is it Y/n's fault?" Bucky asks in disbelief looking at his friend. "I know it's not her fault! Look I'm still trying to figure out what I want ok? You can understand" "Understand what Steve? Sharon cheated on you!" Bucky reminded him. "You don't know her like I do!" "Are you sure?" Bucky scoffed. "We clicked ok. I know her better after all she is a Carter!"

Bucky was in a dilemma whether to beat the shit out of him or not. He wanted to hit him but the things Steve did for him made Bucky not to hit him. Bucky was annoyed, angry as hell, he shook his head and punch the wall next to him with his metal hand. But than his mind flashed your image the hurt and pain you were in so he turn around and broke Steve's nose with his flash hand. "You'll regret this Steve and stay the hell away from Y/n." All Steve could say was sorry and he is happy with Sharon, Bucky chuckled at his stupidity "one cheater got another cheater no wonder you two make quite the couple or rather 'one broken nose got another broken nose'" yes he had seen Sharon's broken nose. And with that he left Steve alone.

As for Bucky his only mission was to heal your heart, protect you and fill your life with happiness and love?

---------------------------------------------------------------------------(Part 2 is here lovely people hope you guys enjoy and feedback is as always appreciated. I know I'm taking time with this one but I really want it to be good for Bucky he deserves lots of love and I have planned nice things for him 😘❤️) ----------------------------------------------------- Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 ----------------------------------------------------- TAGLIST- @sapphirebarnes @vicmc624 @cjand10 -----------------------------------------------------

#sebastian stan characters #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers angst #steve rogers x reader angst #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x reader fluff #chris evans characters

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ruanbaijie · 2 months

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🌌 art (part 1)

[x] i'm sorry. did i come too late? by @artofalassa

[x] tgcf ghost king playing cards by @crimson-chains

[x] tgcf silhouette locations by @crimson-chains

[x] mdzs collage by @crimson-chains

[x] vampire gojo by @rice5x

[x] boring hua cheng headshot no. 239084 by @meru90

[x] dongfang qingcang, xiao huayao and shangque by @clj-art-blog

[x] ghosts of the old valyria by @innavjuzhanina

[x] harvest moon by @gabrielleragusi

[x] hua cheng by @roremy

[x] taxian-jun and his concubine by @mondaijo

[x] freedom. by @kozukeneo

🌌 art (part 2)

[x] jujutsu kaisen sushi restaurant by @pocketleslie

[x] till death do us part by @hellinglaozu

[x] i really want to get lost in my dreams.. by @ysd-2-0

[x] aziracrow by @alexiphale

[x] year of the dragon by @yuumei-art

[x] destiny meeting at dusk. by @xieliancore

[x] kings of ghost city by @fmd-art

[x] my comfort by @stasyanarts

[x] hua cheng by @yannacchattamou

[x] the yiling patriarch by @alin-linlinlin

[x] bingqiu by @sadbugbois

[x] it's you and me by @mochipong

🌌 edits

[x] i will never let go of your hand. i promise. by @morkofday

[x] iwtv episode posters by @fayevalcntine

[x] i shrink the world, nothing left by @half-lightl

🌌 gifsets (part 1)

[x] yi bang won + villain by @seamayweed

[x] queen charlotte + some of my favourite lyrics off maisie peters' the good witch by @danburys

[x] i know. i know. i'm so blameless i'm choking on it. by @everelore

[x] spider-man: across the spider verse by @antoniosvivaldi

[x] the first-year trio by @cal-kestis

[x] hen & karen wilson by @maddiebuckley

[x] the questing trio + cards by @yenvengerberg

[x] the 4 bases of intimacy according to geralt & yennefer by @dadralt

[x] mulan by @gloriapritchetts

[x] narnia by @maliagf

[x] my demon by @chaeyoojung

[x] lucy gray baird by @userghouls

[x] 🧃 + anthony bridgerton by @jakeyp

[x] crowley and aziraphale + gold by @ughmerlin

[x] love between fairy and devil + shades of (team jasmine) yellow by @jiaoliqiao

🌌 gifsets (part 2)

[x] and so the devil fell in love with a human by @muldery

[x] rose tyler by @muldery

[x] (alleged) causes of lesbianism: a peggy carter case study by @margarethcarter

[x] every night, i save you by @spuffygifs

[x] castles crumbling by @laylaeelfaouly

[x] it's the things we love most that destroy us. by @onlyhereforangst

[x] didn't write it - just happened so. by @richardgrimes

[x] jujutsu kaisen + tarot cards by @simoneashley

#creator shoutout #*shoutouts #ofc it's gotta be a scene from spirealm

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 6 months

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The Morally Grey Ch 4: See My Laboratory ~Peggy Carter xFem Scientist!Reader

Reader finally shows Peggy one of her laboratories, and more than just sparks fly in there…

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: kissing, fluff, teasing, physical teasing, love confessions, etc.

Enjoy (:

Peggy showed up on the dot at 9 o’clock on Tuesday morning. She knocked promptly, and you scurried to the door. You opened the door, smiling as you saw the British agent standing in front of you.

“Peggy! Do come in…!” You exclaimed.

“Thank you. Quite an out of the way laboratory, isn’t it?” The brunette noted.

You chuckled.

“It’s my most private one. No one’s ever been here but myself… Well and now you…” you admitted with a light blush.

“Ahh, I see…” The woman chuckled, her cheeks going lightly pink as well.

“Here, let me show you around…” you quickly changed topics.

You walked through your lab with Peggy, showing her your inventions, big and small, and she listened with intent and awe. You ended in the middle of your Vibranium testing.

“This is a Beta test “suit” made out of Part Vibranium” you said, indicating to the model wearing the two piece shirt and pants armor.

“Well it seems we have come full circle…” Peggy mused aloud, “We caught you buying Vibranium, and here you are, creating revolutionary fabric out of it…”

“Haha, yes…” you chuckled, remembering that long night in which you two had met.

Your gaze wandered from the model to the brunette. She could feel you staring. But she didn’t mind. Her eyes eventually floated to meet yours. Your eyes fluttered away as soon as she look towards you, and your face went red.

Peggy walked over to you, coming into your personal space. Her hand grabbed your wrist, delicately swiveling your body to face her.

“Look at me, Darling…” Peggy softly coaxed.

You listened to the woman like it was second nature, your eyes gravitating to hers. She smiled at you.

“I have a confession to make…” the brunette sighed.

Oh no… What??

Your mind started to spiral at her words… Your eyes darted frantically around her frame, looking for the answer some her, but you found nothing. The woman took her hand and cupped your cheek, directing your gaze back to her eyes.

“Relax. Nothing like that.” She cooed, practically reading your mind.

“Alright, then what…?” You asked.

“I… I lied to you earlier… Well… I didn’t lie, I just didn’t really tell you the truth…” Peggy confessed, “I didn’t only let you go because of what you do…”

Your heart was racing. Hope was starting to creep up in your throat.

“You didn’t…?” You asked, eagerly prompting the brunette to go on.

“No. I… I let you go because… I’m attracted to you…” Peggy breathed out.

You completely lost your breath at her words. Your eyes went wide and your throat went dry.

“I…” you chocked out.

Peggy suddenly withdrew and looked concerned.

“I’m sorry. I must have read the signs incorrectly. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I—” She backtracked quickly.

“No—!” You exclaimed, swiftly closing in on Peggy, pining her between you and on of your lab tables.

“No…? I’m not sure I understand…?” the brunette asked, puzzled.

You took a deep breath and reached out to take her hands in yours.

Those sparks of electricity came rushing back…

“No, you didn’t misread the signs.” You nervously explained, “I… I like you too…”

The brunette’s face relaxed at her words. And you both became apparently aware of the physical position you found yourselves to be in. You pulled your hands out and coughed as a way to distract from your furious blush at your close intimacy with the woman. You began to back away, but this time she grabbed your hands and pulled you close again.

“I would usually wait until I ask a girl out until I ask this but…” Peggy rambled.

“But…?” You quickly asked.

“But I’d really like to kiss you right now… If that’s alright…?” She whispered with a hint of nerves in her tone.

Your breathing was shallow and you felt like you were floating on air.

“Yes please…” you whispered back.

All nerves disappeared from the woman’s face, her eyes starting to glimmer. She didn’t waste any time after your words in leaning in and connecting her lips to yours. Peggy’s lips were plump and soft. And oh so intoxicating… She kissed with a certain softness but such passion at the same time. Your lips let out a lengthy whimper on accident, and then the woman pulled away.

“I… I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to, Peggy…! I’m—” you began apologizing, thinking you had done something wrong.

Peggy simply placed a finger over you lips.

“Nonsense. You did nothing wrong. That was… the best kiss I’ve had… in a long time…” the brunette whispered, then moving her finger away for you to respond.

“Ohh…” you murmured, going red at the praise she was giving you, “Wait then why did you pull away…?”

Peggy chuckled lightly. She leaned into your space even more, her lips grazing the shell of your left ear.

“I was going to tell you how absolutely delicious your pretty little sound was…” the woman purred in your ear.

Her words made you stomache sink and sent waves of sparks to your core…

Peggy pulled back just enough to where you could see her again and her lips were inches away from yours. Your eyes flickered from her eyes, to her lips, and then back up to her eyes. She was so close you could feel her breath.

You wanted her to close the gap… Kiss you once more…

But Peggy did the opposite. She pulled away.

“Well, this was lovely. Thank you, Darling.” The woman sighed contently, “Perhaps we can have dinner together sometime…?”

You sighed in relief at her words.

“I would love that, Peggy.” You smiled.

“Ohhh Darling… You’re going to be the death of me...” Peggy cooed.

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Peggy Carter Masterlist

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roboticonography · 3 months

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@geekynerddemon, I'm your Steggy Secret Santa!

Your letter was so lovely, and I was really touched that you said that I could “gift” you an update to one of my WIPs. You’re such a kind and generous fandom friend - I always see you being positive and supportive on other peoples' fanworks. So I wanted you to have something special that was written just for you.

I saw this headcanon on your Tumblr, and I couldn’t resist expanding on the theme of Peggy wearing/stealing Steve’s T-shirts.

Of course, you also said that you wanted some angst before the happy ending, so we might have to take the scenic route to get to soft times and T-shirt crimes… and the route will be extra scenic for you, because I'm not quite finished your story.

Here's a small preview of what's to come. I hope to have the rest posted in the next few weeks. Merry belated Christmas, and thanks for being so awesome! Hope you're having a great day/month/year.

(Obligatory tag @steggyfanevents)

Having a Frenchman in their party opens all sorts of doors for Captain America and his Howling Commandos.

On this particular evening, it will open the front door of a cabane en pierre sèche, known to residents around Digne-les-Bains and—thus far, at least—unknown to the German army.

Using a three-pronged offensive of diplomacy, bourbon, and racy jokes, Dernier was able to coax the location from a cattle farmer who was skittish about hosting American soldiers on his property, but who eventually agreed to share directions to a stone hut that locals sometimes used as a hunting cabin.

“I think we’re lost,” says Dugan, for the fifth time. “Better let me see the map.”

Using the back page of Steve’s notebook, the farmer has drawn them a crude approximation of the path through the forest—cleverly concealed by Dernier with an even cruder doodle of a buxom blonde with Bambi eyes and a cartoonishly tiny waist. Unsurprisingly, everyone wants to play navigator.

“I’m the map,” says Steve, tapping his temple. “We’re right on track.”

Bucky claps Steve on the shoulder. “You should draw more sexy girls,” he says, solemnly, as if imparting important life advice. “You know, for morale.”

“I draw what I see,” Steve says dryly. “When was the last time we were within a hundred yards of a sexy girl?”

Bucky grins, and Steve realizes, too late, that he’s given his friend an opening. “Well, now,” he drawls, “that depends. Does Agent Carter count?”

She counts, for Steve, in more ways than one. But he knows better than to fall into the trap. “No,” he says shortly.

“Come on, Steve. You really never noticed that she was a beautiful dame?”

Steve has, in fact, noticed this—and what’s more, has told her so, to her face, in a moment of sheer lunacy that still makes him blush when he thinks of it. She wasn’t particularly impressed by his observation (or by him, generally) and he’s avoided making further such observations, either to Peggy or about her.

Bucky folds his arms expectantly. The other guys are quiet, seemingly occupied, but Steve knows they’re listening.

An ominous crackle of thunder gives him the out he’s looking for.

“Let’s pick up the pace,” he calls, increasing the length of his strides accordingly.

By the time the scrub and stunted oak recedes to open ground, they’re being lashed by the rain from all angles.

No one is entirely clear on the electrical conductivity of vibranium, so everyone gives Steve a wide berth as they cross the field. There’s a brief, uncoordinated scramble over some rocky ground, and then, at last, there they are.

The ancient stone hut isn’t much from the outside: a pile of rocks and moss that looks almost accidental. It’s easy to see why it’s been overlooked.

The inside consists of two rooms, each with its own fireplace. The back room contains a narrow cot, while the front room is furnished with a table and a few mismatched chairs, as well as a woodbox. Pelts on the floors of both rooms serve in place of rugs. The shelves are bare, aside from a miscellany of tableware, some hunting knives, and a couple of cooking-pots, to be used over the front room’s apron hearth. The window closures are just shutters and skins—no glass. Judging by the dust and cobwebs, the place hasn’t been occupied for at least a season.

Such glorified squatting is practically routine for the Howlies by now. Morita sequesters himself in the back room to tinker with his ailing radio kit; Jones starts a fire in each room, after checking to be sure the chimneys are clear; Dernier takes up a collection of ration-boxes and starts on dinner. The rest of the crew get to work securing windows, sealing up drafts, and chasing out wildlife. Dugan finds a stiff broom and redistributes the dust with unbridled enthusiasm until the others, eyes and noses streaming, beg him to stop.

Steve goes back into the storm to tackle the rusty pump. A solid ten minutes of super-powered elbow grease finally produces water that seems drinkable, if not aesthetically pleasing.

“Are you quite certain you found the pump and not the privy?” asks Falsworth, watching Steve decant the fruits of his labour.

Steve hangs the full pot over the fire. “Added vitamins and minerals.”

The fire is roaring, and it isn’t long before the water is boiled. Each man scoops a share, adding his own coffee or tea to make it more palatable.

There’s enough left for reconstituting their breakfasts in the morning, and for a quick wash, if anyone needs it—all of them almost certainly do, but they’re all tired, and too used to close quarters to care much.

Feeling warmer inside and out, they shuck off their uniforms and hang the essentials to dry. Everyone is wearing the standard woollen long johns as their base layer—everyone, that is, except for Steve, whose battle suit is twice as warm as standard issue. The same could be said for Steve himself, who endures the usual hooting and wolf-whistling when he strips down to his boxers and undershirt.

Dernier, supplementing the pitiful K-rations with some odds and ends from his own scavenging, has worked his usual magic over the hearth: a hearty stew of root vegetables in a wild mushroom gravy that looks more appetizing than anything Steve has made on his best day at home.

They portion it out equally among various plates, bowls, and canteen cups. Every flat surface becomes a seat, and nearly every mouth is too busy chewing to speak.

“Where the hell’d you find potatoes?” asks Dugan, who never met a companionable silence he didn’t feel the need to shatter.

“In the earth,” replies Dernier, his tone pure contempt. “Do they fall from the sky in America?”

Dugan makes a rude gesture.

Falsworth asks, “Do I detect fresh thyme?”

A torrent of rapid-fire French—something about herbes de Provence, and a few turns of phrase that Steve recognizes as generally unflattering, apparently aimed at English cooking.

Gabe translates, “Yep.”

The others laugh.

Morita emerges from the back room, the door slapping shut behind him. “Orders, Cap.” He squats over the hearth to collect his cup and spoon.

Steve pauses, his own spoon halfway to his open mouth, and waits.

“We’re picking up a friend.” Morita shovels stew into his mouth and swallows without chewing. “Should be here around 0200.”

Friend usually means British intelligence.

Peggy Carter is, technically, part of the SSR. But she’s also on loan from the SOE, and occasionally they like to call in favours. She’s been out on an assignment for at least a few weeks now—doing what, he can’t be sure.

All around him, the scraping of cutlery on tin has stopped. Dugan and Barnes exchange a meaningful look before pivoting to face him. Steve can feel his ears turning red; he suddenly wants to tell them both to shut up, even though they haven’t said anything.

Carefully casual, he inquires, “Any ID?”

Morita nods, his face splitting into a wide grin. “It’s her.”

[TO BE CONTINUED...]

#steggysecretsanta #steggy #fic preview #robofic

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thepiper0fhameln · 13 days

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Hydra Trash Party Fanwork Recs

For the @tenyearsoftrash event. (Throwing this together quickly and life is getting in the way, so I may add more as the event goes on.)

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Power Corrupts

by SageGarnish Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers Summary: Set post-Endgame, Steve Rogers is definitely in love with Bucky, but he's decided it can never be. When he returns to 1948, he marries Peggy, but is haunted by the knowledge that Bucky is currently The Winter Soldier, and has 70 years of suffering ahead. Steve knows he shouldn't damage the timeline with large changes, so he decides to start small. Surely it would be okay to simply infiltrate HYDRA, become Bucky's handler and make his suffering that much less. But he's not prepared for the allure of being in control of Bucky, nor of being able to make him orgasm with a command. My notes: A fantastic WIP that I will forever hold out hope may continue someday. But if not, just imagining where this goes does so much for me.

tear me to pieces, skin to bone (hello, welcome home)

by voxofthevoid Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Summary: This isn’t his Steve. This isn’t Captain America, and this sure as fuck isn’t the little guy from Brooklyn who was too dumb not to run away from a fight. This isn’t the Winter Soldier either, Hydra’s mindless machine. Whatever came out of all that, of the man who was all of those at some point in his life—Bucky’s not sure if it’s someone he wants to know. But it’s Steve. Steve reaches out, one bear paw of a hand reaching for Bucky’s face. Bucky grits his teeth and forces himself not to flinch. He’s expecting another blow, maybe fingers pushing into his mouth, but what he gets is a finger tracing the cleft in his chin—the spot his Steve used to love to kiss. Bucky shivers at the gentle touch, caught off guard and floundering. He’s only more unsettled when Steve’s hand settles on his cheek, big enough to cradle the entire side of Bucky’s face.“Pretty boy,” Steve murmurs. “Should I keep you?” - Captain America is sent to hunt down a ghost. My notes: HTP-adjacent, role-reversal

A History of Birds

by OddityBoddity Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Summary: "You look like him," Bucky says. No prompting, no nothing. He just speaks, like this is a thing he does. "What?" Steve asks. He didn’t really hear it, too stunned by the fact that words were coming out of Bucky’s mouth to understand their meaning. "You look like him. So did Pierce." His voice is soft, gravelly from disuse. "Is that why they picked you?" Steve’s heart plunges like an elevator with the cables cut. “Buck, it is me.” The hard line of Bucky’s mouth softens just a little. “Sure,” he says.

End of the Line

by OddityBoddity Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Alexander Pierce Summary: Alexander Pierce is an absolute horror of a human being and this is a troubling fic.

Home To Me (what makes it right is an unknown thing)

by Ravening for Violencio Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Helmut Zemo, Heike Zemo/Helmut Zemo, James "Bucky" Barnes/Heike Zemo/Helmut Zemo, James "Bucky" Barnes/Heinrich Zemo (minor), Helmut Zemo/Original Male Character (minor) Summary: Helmut Zemo grows up with the Winter Soldier by his side.

Tata brought the Winter Soldier home for the first time when Helmut was five years old. They had hounds on the estate, of course. Tata kept several breeds of hunting dogs in the kennel; had taken Helmut with him a handful of times to course hare in the spring and shoot pheasant in autumn. He’d let Helmut chase after the dogs as they’d crunched through the underbrush and trotted back with their prey, limp and bloodied, dutifully clasped in their jaws. Helmut was familiar with his tata’s pets, but none were as obedient as the Winter Soldier.

cover me in sweet gasoline

by ghostlygun Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes/Hydra Agents Summary: It’s just Steve. You can hear him setting down the shield by the coat rack. It looks different now; they’ve repainted it in black and red, just like his uniform. He’s no longer Captain America. All of this feels wrong, and sometimes you can’t even stand his touch, but then he smiles at you, a warm, soft smile, and all your doubts melt away.

What'd I Miss?

by SkadiLaughedFirst, Wish_I_Had_A_Tail Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes & Brock Rumlow, James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers & Brock Rumlow, Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson, Jack Rollins & Brock Rumlow, Clint Barton & Natasha Romanov Summary: Rumlow's on his way back from a mission. He's tired and pissed off, and the whole thing was a pain in the ass, especially 'cause it meant he had to be out of the country while Insight was going down. He hopes everything went okay. Guess he'll find out once he turns his phone back on.

Attention to Detail

by Buckminsterfullerene (AnonymousLeek) Relationships: Jack Rollins/Brock Rumlow, Steve Rogers/Brock Rumlow Summary: Jack overhears Brock getting hurt. After the attacker leaves, he offers comfort to his wayward commander. Whether Brock considers it comfort is another matter entirely.

to catch a fallen star

by Spintwin for mikazure Relationships: Steve Rogers/Brock Rumlow Summary: In an alternate Captain America: The Winter Soldier timeline, where Captain America has been working for Hydra since 1945, the Lemurian Star mission sees Black Widow stealing Hydra software, revealing that Nick Fury knows that Hydra is working within SHIELD. Naturally, someone has to pay for this mistake, and that someone is Brock Rumlow.

Lamb and Martyr

by Dira Sudis (dsudis) Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Summary: "You could, though," Steve said. "If you were willing to hurt me."

Daybreak

by throttlegainwel Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers Summary: Hydra uses the Winter Soldier to keep their captives in line by brutal means. One visit is usually enough to instill obedience. But this latest prisoner, Rogers, seems to have caught their interest in a big way.

Mindbeast

by Defiler_Wyrm for Lies_Unfurl Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes/Other(s) Summary: Hydra has captured something remarkable, and they must take remarkable measures to win its compliance: it’s breeding season for the monster, and they offer up the Winter Soldier to be its mate. The beast and the Soldier meet again, and again, and again.

#tenyearsoftrash #hydra trash party #fic recs #mcu

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lykaonimagines · 2 years

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My One Constant - Supreme!Strange x Reader

I just needed to write some fluff for the man, I killed him last time I wrote him, he deserves this 😶

Paring: Supreme!Strange x F!Reader (childhood best friend)

Word Count: 6,569 (me telling myself I’ll just write a short fluff fic for him 🙃)

Description: Stephen’s known Y/N almost his entire life. The one person from his past he still has. He’s fought off his feelings for her for decades in fear of losing the friendship, but with her now working alongside him for the Illuminati, his feelings are getting harder and harder to hide.

A few slightly altered lyrics from “Beautiful Boy (Darling Boy)” by John Lennon.

Other Things: Best friends to lovers. Childhood friends. Fluff. Two exceedingly smart idiots in love. They’re just silly and fun.

Warnings: Some swearing. Small bit of typical canon violence.

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(Gif taken from Google, but credit on it. I didn’t want to use the one scene from MoM, so any clean shaven Stephen is going to be fair game for Supreme for me :P)

“Is it really wise to bring in an unknown scientist to help with something so delicate?” Reed Richards asks the rest of the Illuminati panel. “I’d feel far better if you gave us some information so I can run a proper check on this woman, Strange. At least her name and her qualifications.”

“I agree,” Peggy Carter comments, shifting her shield to sit against her seat. “A complete unknown seems like an unnecessary risk.”

“Just the fate of the Multiverse,” Maria Rambeau adds in.

“I’ve asked that you all just trust me on this,” Doctor Strange responds, checking the phone in his lap for nearly the hundredth time in the last five minutes. His foot taps impatiently on the tile.

“What has you so worked up?” Mordo asks from beside his seat.

“Nothing,” his foot taps faster and his eyes dart to his phone as the screen lights up.

A quick smile crosses his lips as he reads the message, pulling himself from his seat and heading toward the door.

“Where are you going? Isn’t that woman supposed to be here soon?” Richards calls out to him.

Pausing momentarily to look back over his shoulder, “She’s arrived, I’m going to collect her.”

“This woman needs to be greeted at the door by the Sorcerer Supreme?” Mordo asks incredulously.

“Yes, she does,” he shouts over his shoulder, letting the door slam behind him as he speed walks toward the entrance. A portal would have been far quicker and more practical, but he wanted to do this right. Plus the extra time to walk the distance to the entrance was needed to calm his racing heart.

Turning the last corner, his eyes immediately zero in on her. Standing between two bots just inside the doorway. He feels his pace quickening, and her eyes meet his, a smile spreading across her face.

Practically breaking into a sprint, he crosses the last of the distance, putting his arms out as she jumps into them eagerly, “Stephen!”

Hugging her tightly to his chest, he spins her around a couple times, her laugh reminding him why it is, and has always been, his favorite sound.

Setting her back to her feet, he suddenly becomes hyperaware of the eyes on them. Glancing over he sees several scientists from the nearby lab staring at them, “If you have time to stand around gawking, then I expect result reports tonight!” He snaps in annoyance and embarrassment, the tips of his ears reddening.

They quickly scatter to their various work stations as Y/N chuckles at his embarrassment. Quickly opening a portal to his office, he slips his hand in hers and tugs her through it, closing it behind them.

“That’s still always impressive,” she muses, looking at the place the portal once was.

“Suppose it is,” he says softly, reaching his free hand up to brush his fingers across her cheek. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too,” she smiles back at him, laying her hand over his on her cheek. “Hopefully I’ll be able to be of use.”

“You’re brilliant, you will be. And if I’m being honest, just you being here is already useful to me,” he grins and leans back against his desk. “Been far too long.”

“You just stress yourself out too much Stephen. You’re going to be regretting those words when I’m making you actually go to bed and eat like a functioning human being.”

“And you’ll have to forgive me probably fighting that on a regular basis.”

“You’ve always been a stubborn brat Stephen, I’m used to it.”

“You would know,” he chuckles, reaching back to open a drawer on his desk and pulling out a photo frame that he promptly hands over to her.

She smiles down at the photo, running her fingers wistfully over the three children pictured in it. The two of them not older than ten years, and a younger girl with the same blue eyes as her brother. “I still miss her.”

“Me too,” he admits, clearing his throat abruptly. “You’re all I have left Y/N. From back then.”

“And you keep me shoved in a drawer,” she teases, setting the frame down to wrap her arms around him.

“I don’t like people asking questions…” he admits slowly, wrapping his own arms around her frame. “People try to dig. I don’t like it.”

“You can tell people your past you know, you don’t have to hide everything,” her chin rests against the ornate embellishments on his robe.

“I don’t want pity,” he mutters softly.

“Do you think I pity you?”

“Of course not,” his brows furrow as he looks at her. “You… you’ve always been there. You knew me back then. You knew all of them. You loved them too. You’ve known everything all along. There’s no need to open up and tell you, you just know.”

“I think you do a pretty good job of opening up and telling me things, I’ve not been here this entire time to see everything in person, but I still know about it,” one of her hands drops to grab his and she runs her thumb over one of the scars there.

“You’re just… different,” he insists, the familiar stubborn expression settling on his face.

“I just worry,” she says with a shrug. “About you not letting people in enough. I want you to be happy.”

“I do have other friends,” he assures her, squeezing her hand. “And I’ve got you for the rest, I only need you.”

“You only need me hm?” She asks playfully, a smirk on her lips.

His heart rate immediately spikes, praying she can’t tell as he sticks his jaw out obstinately, “Well like I said you’re the one that’s been there. You’ve known me since we were children, always around at my house and following me around. Then you even followed me to New York for university, lived in the same apartment as me, and have continued to put up with all of my shit I tell you about for the last however many years. It would just be… inconvenient at this point to find someone else.”

“Oh so now I’m the convenient friend?” She teases, letting go of his hand and dropping her arm from his waist. “If that’s the cause…”

Quickly tightening his hold on her, he pulls Y/N back to his chest and growls in annoyance, “You know you’re important to me dammit.”

“I know, I know,” she grins and reaches up stroke his cheek. “And you’re important to me. I wouldn’t be here if you weren’t.”

“Prospect of a high paying job for an important powerful organization isn’t enough incentive?”

“As nice as all that is, I uprooted my life to move here for you, not because I want to be involved with the rich and powerful.”

“Hm, you could have just asked to see me more, not come all the way here?” He asks with his own grin.

“Hey you’re the one that said you need me Stephen Strange, too late to take that back.”

“Mhm,” he buries his face against her hair. “Truthfully, I’m so happy you’re here. Having you nearby cuts my stress by an indescribable amount. I also think you’re exactly who we need for this position. I’m glad you took me up on the offer.”

“Me too,” she says softly, clutching at his robes. “Im looking forward to the work, and seeing you everyday.”

Sighing heavily, he pulls back from her, “I suppose we should get to the assembly room. They’re all waiting for us.”

“So how bad is this job interview going to be?”

“They know nothing about you, I’ve told them to trust me. So they’re probably going to be annoying. But you have this job. I will override them on it if need be, but they won’t,” he responds before opening a portal outside of the assembly room door.

Pulling the door open for her, he ushers her inside before floating to his own seat on the panel.

“Welcome…?” Richards asks as he looks from Y/N to Strange.

“Doctor Y/L/N,” he responds, flicking his wrist and making her resume appear in all their hands. “Throughly qualified as you’ll see.”

“Good to meet you Doctor Y/L/N,” Carter says with a trace of a smile. “You’ve been a hot topic here, one Doctor Strange refused to share any information about. So forgive any prying that’s about to happen.”

“He does that,” she scoffs and nods her head. “Nice to meet you as well Captain Carter.”

“It says here you went to Columbia University… at the same time as Strange. Is that where you two met?” Richards asks as he scans over the paper in his hand. “Doctorate in Physics? Tell me how it’s relevant to this.”

“Richards,” Strange says harshly, fixing his friend with a stern look.

Y/N chuckles lightly and gives the panel a smile, “Longer than that. Yes bachelors, masters, and doctorate in physics. Specific interest in atomic-molecular, high energy nuclear, and overall astrophysics. All things I know you’re well versed in and know the practical application of multiversal and portal travel in general.”

“What’s your experience with any of that?”

“Aiding Stephen, researching debris from said portals and openings and remains of beasts. I worked with Asgardians for a few years researching their magic and the science behind their technology and their bi-frost form of travel. My focus was never engineering but I have taken several courses in my schooling years and worked with Stark Industries for a period of time. The cross-section of physics, engineering, and magic are my primary interest.”

Richards grunts and runs his eyes over the paper again, “So how do you know Strange then? And why has he been hiding someone with apparent perfect qualifications from us?”

Y/N’s eyes drift to Stephen’s raising a brow at him. He makes a face back at her, she smirks and quirks her eyebrow.

“What are you two doing?” Rambeau asks, watching the exchange between them. “Are you telepathic?”

“No,” Charles Xavier answers before she can, a smile on his face. “They’re both just making faces at one another and thinking very loudly.”

Y/N laughs and grins sheepishly, “I was trying to determine if he wants me sharing that kind of information, seeing as he didn’t offer it freely himself.”

“Well what would you say you are to our Sorcerer Supreme then?” Mordo asks.

“His best friend,” she says simply with a shrug as if it’s obvious.

“You stand before a panel of his friends, who he’s never bothered to introduce you to prior to today, and claim to be his best friend?” Mordo questions, glancing down at Stephen. “Do you have something to say about this, my brother?”

Stephen’s mouth presses together tightly before sighing and slumping into his chair, “We’re here now, might as well. She’s telling the truth. We’ve known each other since we were young children. We did also go to college together yes. And I have stayed in contact with her since then. As for why I never introduced her, she had her own things going on. She always would have been a big asset to the Illuminati, but I wasn’t going to take over her life.”

“Doctor Strange, considerate?” Rambeau asks with a smirk.

“It happens on the odd occasion,” Y/N responds with a wink. “He’s also just embarrassed to bring me into this aspect of his life.”

“He’s worried we’re going to tease him for caring about someone,” Xavier adds, earning a glare from Strange sitting beside him.

“So are there any other specific questions you all have?” Y/N asks.

“Do you have any embarrassing childhood stories I can hold over his head?” Richards asks as he sets down the paper in his hands. “You seem good to go, I just want leverage now.”

Laughing and nodding along she smile, “More than you could ever imagine, but I’m loyal to Stephen. I won’t embarrass him like that.”

“So we’re all done now then yes?” Stephen asks as he hurriedly stands, the faintest blush on his cheeks. “Enough interrogation for one day?”

“I’m satisfied, anyone in disagreement on Doctor Y/L/N taking over as lead researcher of lab A?” Richards asks, nodding when no one says anything. “Welcome to the Illuminati Miss.”

“You sure it’s alright that I stay here?�� Y/N asks as Stephen helps her pass the rest of her belongs through a portal into a room at the Sanctum.

“I’m Sorcerer Supreme and Master of the Sanctum. I say it’s ok, so it’s ok,” he assures her, closing the portal behind them and watching as she flops onto the bed.

“Been a long time since we lived together, been kind of looking forward to it,” she says as she turns on her side to look at him.

“A bit fancier than our last place,” he laughs and sits on the edge of the bed, his cloak flying off and out the door.

“That it is, though broke uni students apartment versus mansion of mystical masters is quite the change,” she says as she grabs his arm. “Show me around? Mainly so I don’t wander into an ancient relic that sends me back in time when I get up to get a drink in the middle of the night.”

“Needy needy,” he teases, standing up from the bed and walking to the door. “Let’s get a move on then.”

“Look at me, turning the Sorcerer Supreme into a tour guide,” she jokes, slipping out the door behind him. “I can’t imagine how much your time costs if you were to monetize it. The amount of crap you have to do. To think I wasted your important time with tire swings and picnics.”

“Expensive to others, free to you,” he remarks, offering her his arm. “Come on. With you I’m just Stephen you know that. No Doctor, no Sorcerer Supreme. Let me feel normal for a few minutes.”

Slipping her arm through his she looks at the nearest relic on the wall, “It’s just crazy to think about sometimes ya know? You’re always still going to be the boy I grew up climbing trees with and counting change in college trying to afford a shit pizza. Now I mean… holy shit.”

“I’m still him.”

“I know you are, and I’m insanely proud of you, hell I was crazy proud of you being the best neurosurgeon. You worked really hard to get there. And then you didn’t let your accident stop you. You pushed on and made a new life,” she gestures at the relic by them. “Now you live in a magic house with things like that. Speaking of which… what is that and why does it look like it came from a medieval torture chamber?”

“Crimson Bands of Cyttorak,” he answers, trying to ignore the heat in his cheeks as he pulls her closer. “I would suggest not touching it, it’ll wrap around you and imprison you.”

“So it is basically medieval torture equipment,” she hums and pulls on his arm to go further down the hall when Mordo comes out of a door in front of them. “Oh, hello Mordo!”

“I don’t believe I properly introduced myself,” he jokes, offering her his hand.

“Stephen’s talked about you plenty, oh and thanks still for getting him into Kamar-Taj in the first place,” she shakes his hand happily. “I’m glad he’s had you in his life.”

Mordo’s eyes glance at Strange for a moment with a smirk before looking back at Y/N, “I wish I could say he’s told me as much about you, however he’s been suspiciously quiet. Though it explains why he’s so possessive over his phone and taking calls for hours.”

“I have come to notice he’s kept me as some dirty little secret,” she laughs glancing over at Stephen. “Making me feel like I’ve been doing something indecent.”

“Of course not, I just… don’t prefer to share all aspects of my personal life,” he states firmly.

“So now that she’s here, you’re comfortable to share her with the rest of us?” Mordo teases, a smirk spreading on his face as Strange frowns. “You seem a lovely lady Ms Y/N, I and the others look forward to getting to know you.”

“Likewise,” she grins and places a hand on his arm. “I’m happy to finally get to meet all these people he talks about.”

“Are we continuing this tour or are you just going to stand around exchanging pleasantries with Mordo all evening?” Stephen all but pouts at their interaction.

“Always so impatient,” she tsks and nods a goodbye to the sorcerer beside her. “Maybe we could sit down and talk later?”

“Absolutely, I’m sure we can figure out a good time.”

“Great, great,” Stephen mutters, tugging on Y/N’s arm to lead her down the hallway.

After circling through the many halls of the Sanctum and going over which relics should absolutely not be touched, the pair comes to a stop in a family room of sorts.

Y/N glances around the room for a moment before pulling Stephen toward the large couch in the room.

Raising an eyebrow he glances down at her, “What exactly are you doing?”

“When did you last sleep?”

“Is that a trick question?”

“Stephen, when did you last sleep?”

“Time is relative.”

Releasing his arm, she turns him around and shoves him down onto the couch with a grunt, pressing on his chest so he finally lays back on it.

“Well that means it’s been awhile since you won’t give me a straight answer. And I’m tired.”

“And?” he questions as she climbs on top of him and grips onto his robes.

“We’re napping,” she states firmly, burying her face against his neck. “I’ve missed doing this.”

“Ok,” he manages to choke out, trying to settle himself as he wraps his own arms around her to pull her close. One hand makes a quick gesture to change them both into more comfortable clothes.

“Good call,” she mumbles against him.

As he starts to nod off, he feels her fingertips brushing lightly over his face as she sings softly against his ear, “Close your eyes, have no fear. The monster’s gone. He’s on the run, and I’m here. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful boy.”

His arms tighten slightly around her at her voice, and a smile tugs at his lips before he finally lets sleep overtake him.

“Sleep well?” Mordo asks as Stephen enters the kitchen clicking his neck with a groan the following morning.

“No,” he mutters walking to the coffee maker.

“Unfortunate. You two looked awfully cozy when I walked through earlier,” Mordo comments, sipping his own coffee.

Stephen gives him a harsh glare, “Not a word. That couch isn’t comfortable for sleep. Especially for an entire night. Hadn’t intended to sleep that long.”

“Or you’re just getting old.”

“Fuck off.”

“Well good morning to you too Stephen,” Y/N says as she enters with a yawn.

“Not you, him,” he grunts, immediately handing her the mug he just poured. “Your neck ok? That couch is probably hundreds of years old.”

“Mhm,” she responds taking a sip and bumping her hip against his. “I crawled on top of you to avoid the couch. So I’m good.”

“You mean put more weight on me so I sunk further into the damn thing,” he teases and makes his own cup.

“Exactly, you know you love me,” she stretches up to press a kiss to his cheek. “I’m going up to shower and get changed, when are you taking off?”

“I’ll wait for you and portal us over,” he sighs and rolls his eyes. “One day you’re going to have to take a taxi or something though. This won’t be an everyday thing.”

“Or you could teach me magical Sorcerer abilities.”

“Not a chance, now get,” he shoos her off before looking back down at his coffee, trying to ignore the eyes on him.

“Friendship,” Mordo scoffs and takes care of his dishes. “I definitely believe you just love her in a platonic friendship fashion.”

“Once again, kindly fuck off.”

“You could just tell her how you feel, you two are clearly very close.”

“And ruin what we already have? One of the most important things in my life, the only stable thing I’ve ever had across my entire life?” he shakes his head vigorously. “I can be content with the way things are.”

“And then what happens once she decides to take a job elsewhere, or finds a partner here? You’ll be fine rarely seeing her once again, or seeing her with someone else?”

“We… have lived apart before plenty. And she’s dated. We both have had partners.”

“Strange, would you actually be happy with either of those things?”

Staring down at his cup silently, he finally sighs, “No.”

“Then say something. Or ask her on a date. If she really doesn’t want more with you, I doubt she will throw away everything you two already have. It’s obvious to anyone that spends more than a moment with the two of you that she cares about you. I doubt she’s put up with you for decades just to throw it all away in a moment because you asked her on a date.”

“Maybe… I’ll think about it, she just got here,” he responds and makes a quick gesture with his hands to change into his robes. “But for now, there’s work to be done.”

“Odd,” Y/N comments, eyes drifting to the clock beside her paperwork.

“What is?” Dr. Robinson, another scientist in the lab asks, leaning over her shoulder to look at the paperwork.

“Oh, no not this,” she says apologetically. “Just, the time. Stephen usually checks in by now if he’s not going to be back.”

She laughs and steps back over to her own work, “You’ve been here nearly half a year, and I’m still not used to hearing him referred to as ‘Stephen.’ Doctor Strange, Strange, Sorcerer Supreme, Leader of the Illuminati, and several unfavorable terms definitely. But Stephen, not so much.”

“It’s still odd to me hearing people address him so formally and seriously, or trip over their feet to bow for him,” she chuckles as she sorts through the papers.

“Well he is a fairly serious man.”

Y/N snorts at the statement and rolls her eyes, “He’s good at focusing in and getting work done. And he wants to be respected, which he thoroughly deserves. But he’s far from serious. He’s rather silly and fun when he’s not in work mode.”

“Yeah, for you. I’ve seen more of him in the last six months than I’ve seen of him the entire three years I’ve been here.”

“He didn’t used to come down to the labs?”

“Rarely while we were here, only if he had questions about the reports or wanted more information. He spent more time here at night after we all left.”

“Hm,” she twists the pen in her fingers. “He’s not been doing that now as far as I know. We have dinner together and hang out, he reads whatever reports he has or spell books, then we both head off to bed.”

“Now he visits here during the day to do whatever he needs to do because he wants to see you,” Robinson responds, giving her a knowing look. “You had to have noticed.”

“Well yeah he comes by to say hi, but he’s working.”

“He does his work, but he keeps circling around wherever you are in the lab. Finding excuses to walk past you, looking up at you while he’s working on something…”

“And…? We are best friends, he’s probably still getting used to me being here.”

“The man went from avoiding having to interact in the labs at all, to being down here whenever he can and looking at you like a lovesick puppy, Y/N,” she thumps a finger against Y/N’s forehead. “You’re a brilliant scientist but take a look of what’s right in front of your face boss.”

“I really doubt that he-” she begins to say before stumbling back as the air sparkles and a portal opens beside her, a blur of blue fabric stumbling through the opening before it quickly closes.

“What the- Stephen?” she asks, stooping down to pull the cloak away from his face. His eyes stare back at her unblinking, blood dripping from several gashes across his face. “Holy shit, Stephen! Robinson get the medical team, now!”

Pulling the cloak from his shoulders, she works to flip him onto his back, finding more gashes on his chest, the fabric shredded in several places. Cursing under her breath she reaches for the scissors in her desk drawer and cuts the remaining fabric away. Pulling her lab coat off she wads it up and presses it firmly against the gashes on his chest.

“Stephen are you here with me?” she asks, bringing one hand down to press to the pulse on his neck, exhaling when she picks it up.

“Barely,” he coughs out after a moment as he stares up at her.

“Just stay with me alright? The medical team will be here in just a minute,” she responds with one hand applying pressure and the other twining in his hair to keep his attention. “What did this? Any poison or magic?”

“Magic,” his eyes flicker open and closed a few times.

“Keep ‘em open Stephen,” she scolds softly. “Keep looking at me, just focus on me.”

“Always… focused on you,” he mumbles, his head lulling back and his eyes drooping.

Gnawing at the inside of her cheek, she cheeks his pulse once again.

Shit. Too slow.

Removing her hand from the jacket to grasp his head, she presses her lips to his. His eyes widen immediately at the contact, and his pulse quickens under her fingers, “Just like that, stay with me Stephen,” she whispers against his lips, his eyes dart to her face.

Finally the lab doors fly open to the medical team who quickly usher her out of the way and get him loaded on their gurney and out the door as she follows behind them.

The ringing in his head pulls Stephen from his sleep, his eyes slowly opening to the too bright room in the Illuminati Headquarters’ medical ward.

He looks around the room, his eyes settling on Y/N currently fast asleep in a chair next to his bed, her hand reached out holding his own.

Running his thumb over her knuckles makes her stir, eyes blinking open and a smile on her face as she sees him looking at her, “Finally you wake up!”

“Did I keep you waiting long?” he chuckles, wincing as he shifts in the bed. “What happened?”

“About nine hours,” she answers and reaches over to brush his hair from his face. “You don’t remember? You opened a portal right in front of me, stumbled through, closed it, and collapsed. You were covered in gashes from… something.”

Frowning as the battle with the beast comes back to him he sucks in a breath, “Apologies for that, I wasn’t thinking, portaling there in that state. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Scare me? It was a fucking surprise for sure, and I was scared you were going to die. But hell yeah portal to me again if you need help,” she says firmly.

“So what’s the diagnosis?”

“You got a lot of stitches for one. Punctured organs. Variety of other things. They brought in two healers from Kamar-Taj that fixed most of the internal stuff. Medical team stitched you up, but they helped your healing along. I don’t even know exactly what was wrong, they were all running around frantically. You were a bit of a mess Doctor Strange.”

Nodding along, he leans back and shuts his eyes briefly before another memory hits him. His eyes fly open and he slightly turns toward Y/N, staring at her intently, “You kissed me. After I came through the portal.”

“You remember that part huh?” She asks, obviously flustered, her eyes avoiding his own.

“I do. Why?”

She clears her throat and shifts in her seat, “Well. You were fading on me, and I wanted you to stay awake and alert.”

“And a kiss was the medically sound way to do that?” he teases with a smirk. “I know you didn’t go to med school, but I think you know better than that.”

“Well I was just going off what had been mentioned to me… and thought maybe it would work to get your attention back on me.”

“What had been mentioned to you? Someone told you that’s a good way? At this lab?” he frowns in thought. “Either I need to go back through our staff and test some people or someone was teasing you.”

“No not like they told me to do that, just something about you and I thought it might work and I mean it did so…” she rambles and her hand twitches in his.

“What are people saying about me?” His brow furrows.

Taking a deep breath she finally meets his eyes, “There just might have been a few people that have mentioned since I’ve been here… that maybe, perhaps. That you may have feelings other than friendship for me.”

Stephen’s eyes immediately widen, the words hitting him like a splash of cold water. His mouth opens and closes several times as he tries to form a reply.

“I mean… I don’t know if it’s true. But I thought if it was maybe you’d… react to the kiss enough to get your attention back on me?”

“M-makes sense,” he stutters, his voice coming out hoarse as his mind races and body tenses.

“Maybe now isn’t the right time… but we’re here and it’s been brought up. If it’s a no we can forget we talked about this and leave it in this room. Is there any truth to that?”

“And if it’s a yes?” he asks quietly, his eyes darting away from hers and tongue quickly wetting his lips.

Y/N stands from her seat at his words, immediately making him regret it. He knew this would happen. This is why he’d always held it back. Now he’s gone and…

She closes the distance between her and the hospital bed, hands reaching down to gently cradle his head in her hands, “If it’s a yes, Stephen Strange, then I’ll let you know the feelings are mutual.”

His breath catches in his throat, turning his cheek into her palm as he stares up at her longingly, “T-they are?”

Leaning in close to him she stops just centimeters from his lips, “They are.” Her lips press to his gently, and he quickly moves his against them. Her tongue swipes across his lips making them immediately part, a strangled groan coming from his throat.

Slowly breaking the kiss, Y/N leans back as Stephen follows her up, sighing at the loss of contact. His eyes stare back at hers hazily, his hand gripping hers tighter.

Chuckling at his reaction, she leans back in and presses her forehead to his, “Let’s not overdo it right now, your face is barely holding together as is.”

“It’ll last,” he whispers breathlessly. “You’ve no clue how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

“I think I might have some clue,” her thumbs brush carefully over his cheeks. “Though I would be interested to know when exactly it changed for you.”

“It never ‘changed’ for me,” he admits, turning his head to press a kiss to her palm. “It’s always been there. It’s always been you. I never wanted to lose you, so I buried it.”

Pressing several small kisses on the uninjured skin on his face she gives him a gentle smile, “That’s been a lot of years and relationships we’ve been through Stephen. No wonder you hated all my boyfriends.”

“Why do you think they never worked out for me?” he grumbles. “And they weren’t good enough for you, any of them.”

“Only you’re good enough hm?” she teases.

“Well I have a few things going for me that none of them could ever touch,” he retorts with a smirk. “Sorcerer Supreme and leader of the Illuminati bring some perks.”

“I would say your biggest advantage is the way you’ve always been so attuned to me. Supportive, and caring from the beginning. The way you make me feel like I’m the most important person in the universe when you look at me.”

“You are the most important person in my universe, always have been.”

Finally releasing his head, she lets her hands slip to his shoulders and she presses another soft kiss to his lip, smiling as he relaxes into her touch, “I love you Stephen.”

“I love you too,” he responds, his eyes practically sparkling back at her. The most carefree and happy expression she’s seen on his face in decades. “Can we just make this official now?”

“Impatient?” she laughs as she sits back in her seat but still holds onto his hand.

“Exceedingly. I’ve waited decades Y/N, I don’t want to wait for some other asshole to come swooping in now. I don’t want to waste more time.”

“You have nothing to worry about, I’m reasonably confident about this one.”

“Only reasonably?” His lower lip jets out.

“You’re going to be trouble aren’t you? But I suppose you’re my trouble now,” she smiles and shakes her head at the man.

“If we’re being truly honest, I’ve always been your trouble,” he chuckles and intertwines their fingers.

“That you have,” she nods and lifts their hands to press a kiss to the back of his.

“How long am I supposed to be stuck here for?”

“Sounded like they wanted to watch over you for a few days, then you’ll have to take it easy for another few days once you’re out.”

Groaning loudly he flops dramatically back against his pillow and winces at the movement, “I have far too much to do to take it easy.”

“And here I was thinking you’d like a few uninterrupted days in your bed with me taking care of you,” she says innocently, trying to hold back a laugh as his head turns dramatically back toward her. “I requested the week off to take care of you, Richards and Mordo already agreed and are taking care of your duties and setting up Doctor Robinson to take my place while I’m out.”

“You should have led with that,” he says roughly, a new fire in his eyes. “I have you all to myself, all week?”

“That you do Doctor Strange,” she grins. “And in light of new revelations, I can make sure you are thoroughly cared for. If you agree of course.”

A growl of frustration leaves his lips and he tugs on her hand, trying to pull her closer, “And I thoroughly agree. Yet you tease me knowing I’m stuck in this fucking room for another few days.”

Standing up and going back to his side, she cups his cheek with her free hand and leans down to his ear, “Now, you just have something to look forward to love.”

Her teeth barely graze his ear as he groans and his eyes shut, “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“Mm, probably,” she laughs and presses a kiss to his cheek. “I’ve been here this long, I don’t plan on taking off anytime soon.”

“You’re my one constant,” he admits, his eyes opening to look at her lovingly. “You always have been, and I don’t know what I’d do without you in my life. I’d have fallen apart one hundred times over by now.”

“Remember the promise I made you?” she asks him softly, gently running her fingers through his messy hair.

“Which one?”

“When we were 19. It was after your father passed, and you said you were all alone now. I told you I could never fill the hole they left, but that you’d never be alone. That I’ll always be there for you.”

“And you always have, through everything,” he smiles up and her and leans into her touch. “I love you, with all that I am. I’m yours without reservation, forever.”

“Well that was deeply romantic and Hallmark movie sounding, have you been planning that line for awhile?” she teases, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “But I love you too, there’s no place I’d rather be than here with you, and that’ll never change.”

“May have had some time to come up with that one,” he responds as he lifts his hand to her cheek. “I’m just… happy. Didn’t think we’d ever be together. And I was content with what we’ve had.”

“Content but not happy?”

He nods, “You make me happy, I’m happy being around you. I’m happy for you to be here. But I suppose… there’s that part of me that held on to what could have been. “

“Well there’s no more what ifs. We can start figuring out where we go from here now.”

“Bedrooms.”

“What?”

“You can keep things in the other room if you want, but I want you in my bed, with me.”

“And if I refuse?” She grins as he pouts. “I’m just kidding. I’ll happily cling to you like a monkey every night once your body is adequately holding itself together.”

“Or, more sound medical advice, you just do that now and hold it together for me,” he teases. “From the same medical school as kiss someone losing consciousness.”

“Hey you make fun of me for it, but it worked,” she argues.

“Mm that it did, but do me a favor and save that trick for only me?” His hand drifts down her arm.

“Let’s just hope I’m not in that position for a multitude of people. There’s so many people with a medical background in this building, if somehow another person starts bleeding out in front of me I’m just going to quit, because that’s just shit luck and I’m not that kind of doctor.”

“Do I need to make up a rule that no employee bleed to death in front of Doctor Y/L/N?” he grins as she sticks her tongue out at him.

“You’re awful.”

“Yet you still love me,” he says smugly, carefully lifting his arms to put them behind his head.

“Clearly either a chemical malfunction in my brain or some off-shoot version of Stockholm Syndrome.”

“Keep telling yourself that,” he winks.

“For someone who nearly died today then was stuttering trying to tell me your feelings, you’re awfully confident now.”

“Like I said, I’m happy.”

“While I’m happy you’re happy, let’s stop moving so much before you pop a stitch,” she says as she feels for them carefully under his gown. “You’ll probably be stuck here longer if you do.”

Sighing at her words he nods and brings his arms down, reaching out to grasp her wrists and bring her closer to him, “Another kiss to ease the pain?”

“Are you always going to be this needy?” She teases, leaning partially over the bed to bring her face just inches from his.

His lips brush softly over hers as a smile slowly breaks through, “For you? Of course.”

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cleabellanov · 4 months

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💙 hi and welcome to my ted talk about the latest episodes of what if, please read through (3) 💙

First of all. Why is season 2 so...happy?

I'm not complaining. Marvel has enough sad stories for a lifetime, but I found that, instead of exploring demises, we're now seeing victories. Old villains find their insight and become heroes (Hela, Nebula, Gamora) and lives are influenced for the better, earlier on (Peter Quill, Bucky, Hope).

It might be nothing.

But I think it's something.

You know what season 2 of what if comes right after? Season 2 of Loki. And, as you'll see at the end of this post, their colors are making themselves known.

Could it be that, from his throne, Loki got sick of watching sad stories and seeing worlds die? There is a chance, I don't know how plausible, but there is, that he's influencing all that we saw this season. A little hope here, a little time there, and, using their free will, everyone gets a second chance.

That, or Uatu felt bad for us and wanted to gift us in honor of New Year being in 1-2 days. Do tell me if you have additions on that.

If I had to bet on something, it would be the overall fan reaction to the opening scene. I screamed, yes. Did they expect us to see Loki's name there in the subtitles and be totally chill about it?

"To be or not to be, that is the question"

I can totally see Tom having this idea for the opening scene: just Loki reciting Hamlet, and altough to his brother's bordedom, acting from Shakespeare. And it was the best idea he could have.

It's a missable detail, but Thor mentions Mjölnir! And you know how? As a gift...for Loki!

He responds to that with "I...have misplaced it" which is, yeah, typical, but how do you just lose Mjölnir, Loki? The idea, however, is that he'd be able to lift it, which I would have loooved to see on screen. But this was fun to have too.

And the response to Captain Carter's "You're a bigger drama queen than your brother" (talking to Thor)?? 😭

"Blessed"

Can we also point out how insane it is that after just being stripped from her home in an unknown world, Peggy still wanted to help?

She not only has a hero's soul, she is that brave as to turn down The Watcher's warnings and offers to take her back safe. And remember, not everyone can hear Uatu as he narrates. But she can, sometimes.

"What if, what if, what if. I have to try."

"Not on my watch"

This ambition of hers, is, of course, given by her humanity too. But that's not only a bad thing. The Watcher's all knowing, his experience of seeing worlds die everyday, has made him unsensible (from our point of view). That's not the case for Peggy.

Amidst all her adventures, however, perhaps she's also searching to avenge the love she lost, searching for her happy ending. In the movie Endgame, I have to admit she felt optional, like Steve wasn't meant to be there with her. But not now.

I wish The Watcher told her she has a happy ending somewhere.

I don't know about you, but this episode...is my favourite ever from the series. It used to be the Strange Supreme one, but that's on the second place of the podium now.

We got to see queen Hela, drama prince/ actor Loki, king Thor. Bucky, NOT the Winter Soldier, and Steve, finally on the same page! Scarlet Witch!! Using her powers for good, not corrupted. All of them in cool costumes too. If things like these were on live action, I'd lose my f- mind, if I haven't already. :))

And now the green. The "rifts" that are tearing this world apart are very familiar in color.

And this is not the only thing that's turning green, when it used to be multi-colored. The prism, too, the one from which The Watcher watches and narrates. And I'm not talking about the Time Stone. I'm talking about the tree of life, and how it might actually have a serious impact over everything. I mean, does Uatu know anything? And what was that decorated Yggradsil in the trailer, before the holidays?

Nevertheless, I think it's related in some way, and if it's not, don't blame me. I really like green.

That being said, thanks for reading <3

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pleasetakethis · 4 months

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New favorite ep of the season acquired the moment it opened. Some shippy rambling in the live blogging ahead.

If you know me at all, you know right off the bat that I AM UNHINGED ABOUT THIS EPISODE.

NATPEGGY YASSSSSSSSSSSSSS

THE BACKSTORY INTRO!

"What are new friends for?"

THEM SHOWING OFF THEIR MOVES TO EACH OTHER !!!!!

Wasp, too??? Yasss, all the ladies!!!!!!!!!!

Peggy and Nat already working so well together in combat and the level of trust that already exists between them, I just--slkdjflasdjfklajflajlfkjas

Them sassing Loki !!!!!!

Intro credits: Elizabeth Olsen???? Wanda's here, too????? Super spoiler alert: I waited so long for her to show up 🤣

Me and the Watcher feel the same about Captain Peggy Carter <3

The role reversal when Peggy picks up Nat in that slick ass car while Nat's running... guhhhhhh.

I am here for all versions of evil Steve, including brainwashed.

SCRUFFY SKINNY STEVE!

CA: TWS parallels got me in my feels, too. Peggy/Nat is THE SHIP for me, but there's something about Peggy/Steve that hits just right the same way as Tony/Pepper, Steve/Tony, and Steve/Bucky.

The framing of these shots got me--Peggy in the background pissed because she wasn't told about the rumors of the Hydra Stomper, while Nat (listening) definitely knew about Steve:

AHHH, PEGGY'S FACE WHEN SHE REALIZED NAT KNEW:

AND DIDN'T TELL HER:

SDALKFJLAKJFLAJS

Natasha quipping "Didn't see the point in breaking your heart twice," fucked me up, oh.

DILF old man Bucky <3 Bucky getting to grow old!!!! WIBBLES.

Guess it's gonna take both of the loves of Steve's Rogers life to get through to him? lmaooo

Peggy is the perfect mirror of Captain America Steve. In goodness, selflessness, AND their particular brand of self-righteous selfishness. I love both of them for it, but especially Peggy <3

Bucky standing up and saying Steve would be stupid enough to do the same for him. 😭 Bucky trying to get through to Steve. 😭

"What can I say, Peg? I'm a sucker for a good love story." Damn, that hurts for a million different reasons. oh, Nat. <3

UMMMM the way Nat sits back and says, "You know, I always wondered how you got all those G.I. boys to follow a woman into war? Question answered." !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BRAIN EMPTY! ONLY PEGGYNAT! And Nat couldn't be more obvious if she tried, but she does it so well and Peggy is distracted.

Are you kidding me with the framing of this shot?

I feel like it's foreshadowing but IT SCREAMS pining. A lot of pining:

Barton introduced Peggy to dad rock <3 fuck yes

Widow bites interrupting the kiss, lol.

Peggy being a weak point for Nat, to the point Nat gets nabbed by widow bites, JFC.

Peggy will die for Steve, the same way Steve would have died for Bucky--ughhh I do not like but I understand.

"Mission accomplished." !!! Hot damn, that was slick, A++, AND Nat tells Peggy she doesn't want to fight about it. 😏

THERE WAS A MUSICAL!

BAMF Melina. Love to hate her when she's on the wrong side, parent/child issues me in a weird way these days and this ep got under my skin.

But also: guhhhhhh these Widows.

"This isn't us! I am done fighting, Steve. [drops shield] I have been fighting for so long: to end the war, to forget what I lost. I'm… I'm tired." oh, Peggy.

oh, Steve.

oh, Nat.

This ep got me in the feels, all of them.

Peggy going back for Nat AND them running out together <3

Ugh, Nat and her transparent, "Okay. Let's hit the road." Just: THEM.

...and oops, Peggy's gone.

But then! OOOO, this Fury! AND FINALLY, WANDA!!!!!

Overall: similar in ep 4 in that it was close to the emotional impact of Stephen's ep in the first season but still missed the mark (and tbh the Tony ep hit harder, but more because of Tony's characterization--Peggy is fairly consistent, Tony is not, so getting him so right (for me) was incredible). I adore this ep, I love Peggy, I love Nat, I enjoy this universe, and I hope we visit their universe again (if not, there's always fanfic, my beloved).

#what if #what if s2 #what if s2 spoilers #s2e5 #what if captain carter fought the hydra stomper #watched with shipping goggles FIRMLY on #peggynat #all the peggynat #but mostly nat pining #that's my takeaway #i loved it #i loved the touch of stucky #i loved older bucky #i loved all the peggynat interactions #i loved peggy being peggy and letting herself be manipulated by steve #but ultimately getting through #i loved nat at peggy's side #i loved evil (brainwashed) steve #i did not love peggy giving up and saying no matter what she was done and she'd go out with steve if that's what it took #i understand it #esp after the bar scene in the s1 finale when she wanted to go back to her time #but i hate it #what i want for this peggy's character development is for her to understand she can be happy in the current timeline without steve #buuuut i don't see that happening outside of fanfic so #i'll take what i can get

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can you do stucky x reader where peggy time travels to the future and shows up and the boys kind of give her attention and leave the reader out so she gets really insecure and like even reckless/suicidal and it’s really angsty but happy ending?? love your writing sm by the way, your the best!🥰

Hi Darling,

Thank you for reading it means so much to me. I need you to get out of my brain though because I had been trying to come up with a situation where Peggy(🤮) showed up to the future mostly with Steve though. You have inspired me so I hope you like it!!!

A/N:Peggy is a major bitch so if you like her don’t read maybe. Also throw Stucky into any situation and I’ll probably write about it!😉

Word Count: 5.1k oops

Warnings: some injuries nothing described, Sharon (she’s a warning in the good way), ANGST!!!!!! Fluffy ending (I hope you like it) Peggy

Bucky had been running on nightmares and lack of sleep which meant he was grumpier than usual. With Steve out on a mission it was up to you to look after him. He was sitting in the kitchen with a cup of coffee in front of him. You know he has to be exhausted since he usually doesn’t drink coffee, with his high metabolism the caffeine barely has an effect on him.

“Hi my love,” you say as you walk up behind him and wrap your arms around his shoulders.

“Hi bunny.” He replies as he places one hand over yours.

“Have you gotten any sleep at all? You were gone before I woke up?”

“Not really,” he yawns.

“Why don’t we go to our room and I can run a bath for us. That usually helps you relax, what do you say?”

He looks up at you with tired eyes and nods. You move from behind him grabbing and pulling at his hand so that he'll follow. You loved taking care of them, you even spent hours trying to perfect recipes they would mention to try and give them some comfort from when they were younger or going out finding items they used before.

As you move through the halls of the compound you hear a few voices but most importantly you hear the voice of your other super soldier. You feel giddy as you hear him get closer because you’ve missed him and so has Bucky after he was out on a mission for longer than anticipated.

As you round the corner you see Steve, still in his uniform and as handsome as ever. What catches you off guard is the brunette by his side standing a little too close for your comfort. Taking in her appearance you notice the hair and clothing are straight out of the 40s, as you look at Steve you see he’s beaming as he talks to her and it hits you like a ton of bricks.

Peggy Carter.

Bucky confirms it a few seconds later.

“Peggy?”

“Hi Bucky.” She smiles brightly as she comes closer and hugs him.

“What are you doing here?”

“Well you see I was on a mission in my time and,” she turns back to Steve. “What did you say it was?”

“A portal.”

“Yes, well a portal opened and here I am. I must say it was rather confusing but fortunately Steve was at the same facility.”

“Wow, how crazy is this?”

Sam who had come in behind Steve and Peggy sees everything going on as you stand to the side completely stunned.

“Hey Y/N.”

“Oh, hi Sam I’m glad you’re back safe.” You manage to get out.

“Who is this?” Peggy asks almost too sweetly.

You and Sam began to speak but Steve beat you to it.

“This is Y/N, Bucky’s girlfriend.” He introduces you.

“Y/N this is Peggy.” He looks at you but your expression lets him know he fucked up. While yes it’s true you were Bucky’s girlfriend you were also his. So it confused you that he wouldn’t say so. It was a discussion you three had many times before and it always ended the same, they didn’t care if people knew they were in a polyamorous relationship it was nobodies business but yours. It seems like it was different for Peggy.

“Hi.”

“Hello.” Was all that was said before an awkward silence fell among the five of you.

“Ok. So I’m going to change out of this and I’ll meet you for the debriefing.” Sam said as he moved as quickly as possible.

“If you’ll excuse us, Bucky and I were on our way to do something.”

“Bun how about a rain check? I’d like to catch up with Peggy.” He looks so happy you can’t say no.

“Of course love. I’ll see you later.” You kiss his cheek.

Bucky turns to Peggy and offers her his arm which she quickly takes, leaving you and Steve alone.

“Bugs, I’m sorry.”

“What happened to ‘l have nothing to be ashamed of’”? You cross your arms

“Does she even know about you and Bucky?”

His face gets red as he scratches the back of his neck, it’s his tell when he’s nervous.

“Kind of, I told her about Bucky and I. Maybe I made it seem like we weren’t together anymore.”

You just stare up at him. Taken aback by his admission, was he just ashamed of you?

“Please, don’t take it the wrong way.”

“How am I supposed to take it?” You narrow your eyes at him.

“Captain Rogers, Sergeant Barnes is requesting your presence in the living room.” Jarvis says.

You turn to leave but Steve wraps his arms around your waist before turning you to face him. He dips his head to capture your lips in a kiss but you pull back.

“Why are you trying to kiss your best friend’s girl Cap?”

“Come on bugs, I’m sorry.”

“If you're truly sorry you’ll tell her about me and our relationship, until then I’m only Bucky’s girlfriend and I’m not a cheater so hands off.”

Reluctantly he lets you go and you disappear down the hall until you get to your shared apartment in the compound. You want to give him the benefit of the doubt but in the back of your mind you knew he should have introduced you as his girlfriend. If Steve didn't, maybe Bucky should have said something instead. The afternoon went by quickly and you mostly spent it in your head questioning your relationship with them. Maybe you were getting ahead of yourself, the 40s were a different time and maybe Peggy wouldn’t understand.

***********

You woke up the next morning to an empty bed, it wasn’t unusual sometimes they woke up earlier than you. But you had a bad feeling as you went to the bathroom and found that they haven’t used it recently.

After getting ready for the day and leaving your bedroom you find Steve and Bucky in the kitchen. They were in sweats which was unusual since they normally were coming back from their morning run.

“Good morning bunny.” Bucky is the first to greet you, giving you a quick kiss.

“Morning love.”

“Morning bugs .” Steve says as he gets closer to you.

“Morning Steven.” You say as you skirt around him to get to the coffee pot.

Bucky looks at Steve confused, you only use their names if you have to or if you’re mad.

“So what happened last night you didn’t come to bed?”

“It was late, we didn't want to wake you bunny.”

“It’s never stopped you before. We’ve all come home in the middle of the night and went to sleep in our shared bed.” You frown not really understanding why it would be a problem now.

“We’re sorry. It really was late and you look so peaceful sleeping.” Bucky comes over to you resting his chin on your shoulder as he wraps his arms around you. He starts placing kisses on your neck.

“Fine, I forgive you.” You laugh as he picks you up and turns so that you are face to face with Steve.

“Can I have my kiss?” He pouts and you give in. Giving him a quick kiss as they cage you in between them.

“What are your plans for today?” Steve asks as he bumps his nose with yours.

“I have a briefing for that mission tomorrow and then training with Nat and Clint. Are we still on for our pre mission movie night?”

“Absolutely bunny. We wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

“Good, now please let me go or I’ll be late.”

“One more kiss. One for each of us though.” You give them each another kiss and pull away before things start to get hot and heavy between the three of you.

“See you tonight.” You say as you head out the door.

************

It was around 7:00 pm when you finally got back. Without being able to see your boys the rest of the day you were anxious to get the alone time with them before your mission. You take a quick shower and put on cute pajamas like you normally do for these nights. You hear the tv in the living room is on so you hurry out to get settled for the movie and there they are Steve and Bucky in their regular seats, but that’s not what gets your attention. It’s the occupant of your seat right between them, Peggy. In an instant your mood has changed now you’re pissed that you’ll have to spend the night with her and you aren’t even dressed. It was supposed to be a night just the three of you.

You turn to at least change into some jeans but Bucky heard you and called out so you turn back and head towards the living room.

“Hello, Y/N it’s nice to see you again.” Peggy says as she looks you up and down and she scrunches her face almost in disapproval of your outfit and you try to not roll your eyes at her. Now that she’s here you don’t understand what the big deal is. You’ve always heard about how incredible, kind, smart and beautiful she was.

“Peggy.” You look at Bucky and Steve waiting for them to do something but they’re busy selecting the movie you’ll be watching. With the couch being completely occupied you sit alone in an armchair with your legs tucked in under you, if at least Bucky would have sat with you it would be ok but you feel like the one intruding on their night with Peggy and not the other way around.

After they picked a movie you had to sit there watching out of the corner of your eye as Peggy flirted with both of them and they allowed it. She leaned into Steve or grabbed Bucky’s arm and in that moment you felt disrespected. You wanted to say something but if they weren’t stopping it and giving you your place why should you cause a scene? You excuse yourself and head to bed and just like the day previous night neither of them share your bed.

***************

You had another tradition amongst yourself and that was that on mission day whoever was there would go with you to the jet to send you off. Except neither Steve or Bucky seemed to be available. They weren’t even in the apartment. So you got ready for your mission and headed toward the jet. The one person you didn’t want to see was there though talking to Nat. You make your way over and Nat grabs your things and heads into the jet.

“You’re going on this mission too, isn’t it dangerous?” Peggy asks, surprised to see you in a black suit, one similar to Nat’s.

“Well I’m an agent so I’m trained for it. Don’t worry your pretty little head, I'll be fine.”

“Well with two skilled agents such as Romanoff and Barton I don’t doubt it.”

“Y/N just as skilled as us.” You turn to see Sharon coming towards you. Smiling brightly at you and you remembered that they’re related.

“And who might you be?” Clearly annoyed that someone was defending you.

“Sharon Carter, your niece.” She says smirk on her lips. Behind her you see Steve and Bucky coming up towards the jet and relief washes over you.

“My niece, working for Shield? That’s wonderful carrying on the Carter legacy.”

“Sure because that’s what’s important.”

“What are you doing here Sharon?” Steve asks.

“Fury asked me to head out with these guys.” She says as she walks past you and heads towards the jet but stops before getting on to talk with Clint.

Bucky quickly makes his way to you. Giving you a hug and whispering in your ear to be careful before giving you a breath stealing kiss. Steve on the other hand just waves at you and your heart drops. You realized he never told you if he told Peggy the truth of your relationship and seeing the way he was acting you knew he hadn’t and it broke your heart.

“What the hell was that about, did you and Rogers have a fight?” Sharon asks.

“No, he introduced me only as Bucky’s girlfriend.” You shrug.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Not now I’d rather focus on the mission.” You say as you take a seat with Sharon beside you.

She had become a close friend through your time working for Shield and she was the first one you told about your relationship with both super soldiers and she was extremely supportive. It was easy to compare her to her aunt and the choice was clear as to which Carter was your favorite.

******

The mission has been a success but you were hurt. Some bruised ribs, a busted lip and a concussion. You just wanted to get home and lay down, maybe get some cuddles in with Steve and Bucky, you couldn’t care less how the last couple of days with them had been. This could easily have been your last mission and you would have been upset at them.

But once again they disappointed you. Clint had assured you he called ahead to let them know you had been injured but when the jet landed they weren’t there. You got patched up on the medical floor and Sharon took you up to your apartment and it was too quiet. Not sure if it was how tired you were or the fact that once again you had been pushed to the side in favor of Peggy but it was enough to send you over the edge and the tears started to fall freely as Sharon held you. Trying to soothe your breaking heart, it was always like this you were always second choice to everything. With your parents it was always your siblings over you, your teachers chose your classmates over you, your siblings chose each other over you.

It was always like that except for two things in your life, your job and your relationship or so you thought. You excelled in training and were top of your class, that’s how you were selected to be part of the Avengers and up to that moment Steve and Bucky had always made you feel like the most important person in their lives. Yet you were sitting in the living room being comforted by your friend instead of them.

After a while you finally stopped crying, slowly getting up with Sharon’s help. She suggested staying with her for a couple of days to help you clear your mind away from the compound. Going into the bedroom and getting a travel bag from the walk in closet you gather some of your things. As you walk down the hallway you hear yelling, specifically it’s Sharon yelling at someone. Leaning against the wall hidden from everyone you see Sharon in Bucky and Steve’s faces demanding an explanation as to why they weren’t at the compound knowing you would be back from the mission. After Clint called ahead to let them know you had been injured. Their only excuse was that they had gone out to the city with Peggy.

You put your hand over your mouth to stop the sob that threatened to escape, taking a deep breath you straighten your posture as much as possible and walk out.

“I’m ready Sharon.”

She hurried to your side and grabbed your bag, staying between you and the super soldiers.

“Where are you going bunny?” Bucky takes a step towards you but one look from Sharon stops him in his tracks.

“I'm going with Sharon. She offered to let me stay with her while I heal.”

“But we’re here now, we’ll take care of you.”

��No that’s ok, I’d rather know that the person taking care of me will be there in the morning and not spending time with someone else.” You snap and head towards the door. With Sharon right behind you and then she turns to them.

“Now that she wants space you won’t give it to her? I will shoot both of you in the kneecaps if you don’t back off.”

“But we just want to talk to her.”

“She is injured, she has a concussion and she was given medication. She isn’t in a good place to talk.”

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You wish it had gotten better from there but only one thing changed and that is how reckless you were getting out in the field. You came back injured every single time and each of those injuries could have been avoided. It got bad enough to the point that you were one more screw up away from being taken off the rotation indefinitely. It seemed like everyone but them had noticed your change the way you were completing missions, from calculated and precise to going in guns blazing consequences be damned. Steve and Bucky rarely check up on you, if they weren’t on a mission they were with Peggy. She had invaded your life for about a month and you didn’t know how to get rid of her. Stark, Strange and Banner were taking their sweet time coming up with a solution on how to get her back to her original time but that didn’t really go over too well with her. You had all been in the living room on the rare night that no one was out on a mission when she said as much.

“I’ve been thinking that I’d like to stay.” She said, excited at the possibility. Everyone looked at her expressions ranging from happy to angry and everything in between. But you didn’t look at her, you looked at them, trying to see how they would react to the news. Bucky seemed annoyed and Steve was confused.

“Why?” Nat asked, as always she was unreadable but you had talked to her about the situation and she confessed she didn’t care much for Peggy either. You were relieved to hear that because you don’t know what you would do without her.

“Well, I do like it so much more here. And well Steve is here,” she pauses and takes Steve’s hand. “I would like us to have the relationship we didn’t get to have in the 40s.”

The room was quiet and she squirmed at the lack of reaction. For you however it would have been easier if she held you down and Steve ripped out your heart. Without waiting for anyone to say anything you got up and Steve followed, you didn’t stop until you got to your apartment.

“It’s not what you think, bugs swear.”

“It’s never what I think is it. That’s what you always say. Then what is it? Please explain to me what makes her think that you are willing to have a relationship with her? Oh wait, is it the fact that she thinks you’re single because you haven’t told us about us?”

“I’m sorry, I fucked up I know I did but I’m sorry.”

“That doesn’t mean much to me right now. You and Bucky have both pushed me to the side since she got here. Am I not enough for you?”

“Baby don’t say that of course you are.” He grabs your hands and gives them each a kiss before looking at you.

“I don’t know, it was nice to have someone else that knew me before the serum and the shield. When it was just the skinny kid from Brooklyn I guess I got carried away in the familiarity of being around Bucky and Peggy.” He says sincerely. He looks at you with sad eyes.

“I’m sorry Steve.” You shake your head. “I’m sorry that I wasn’t born in the 1910s so that I could meet skinny you and tell you what an amazing man you are without the shield and without the suit or the glory of being Captain America.” You snarl, ripping your hands from his grip.

“I’m sorry that I’m not good enough at showing you how much I love you even if you weren’t Captain America. Maybe my actions weren’t enough to show that I fell in love with the artist that hides behind the shield. The man that puts everyone else before himself. The Steve that doesn’t take himself too seriously and lets his friends make fun of the fact that he said language once. You’ll have to forgive me for wanting your happiness above anything else, so if you want to be with her that’s fine go live your life with her.”

By the time you were done talking you were both in tears. You crash into his chest and wrap your arms around his waist as he wraps his arms around you. He kisses the top of your head.

“Please I don’t want to lose you bubs. I need you so much.” You whisper into his chest.

“You won’t lose me. I did tell her, about us she knew when she said what she did back there.”

“Captain Rogers, Agent Y/L/N you are needed in the jet immediately. It is a matter of national security.” Jarvis interrupts.

You reluctantly separate from him but don’t dare to look him in the eye, quickly going to change and head directly into the jet; the end of your love life could wait a few more hours.

Once on the you both got to the jet quickly and quietly you looked around finding a seat next to Bucky. You rest your head on his shoulder, a move that surprises him since you hadn’t been talking to him either.

“I’m sorry I let you down bunny.” He whispers before placing a kiss on your hairline. When you look up you see her sitting across from you with a small smirk on her lips. Perhaps she knew she won and that she took them from you.

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The mission had gone horribly wrong, somehow in the middle of the attack you ended up having to work with Peggy and you to be completely honest you would rather work with the bad guys than her. In a fight that she had led you to you had lost your comms so you were disconnected from the rest of the team. The only thing you could do was keep pushing forward toward your objective. What you didn’t know was that Peggy still had her comms and she had been instructed to fall back. That it was too dangerous and that they had found another way to stop the attack.

By the time you realized what was happening it was too late. You had stepped on trigger that would detonate some type of bomb if you moved.

“Peggy, please go get Steve and Bucky.” You said looking up at the brunette that stood in the doorframe.

“I don’t think I will. See I still can’t understand what is going on between you and Steve. Especially if you are Bucky’s girlfriend. So I think this would work out for the best, don't you think? I could just say you were being reckless after all you have been doing just that for the last month.” She smiles at you.

“Too bad you won’t get a chance to hurt her anymore.”

A sigh of relief escapes your lips as you hear Sharon’s voice.

“Y/N are you ok?”

“No, I am stepping on some kind of land mine or something. I can’t move or this whole place will explode.”

You hear Sharon on comms talking to the rest of the team. She had her back turned so she didn’t see the man that came up behind Peggy and put a gun up to her temple and ushered her toward the center of the room you were in.

Bucky and Steve show up through one door along with Clint while the other door allows Nat, Tony and Sharon a view into the room.

“What do we have here?” He says into Peggy’s neck and she tries to move away from him.

“I read somewhere that this one right here is the great love of your life, Captain. So let’s make this fun. Either save the love of your life.” He says as he places Peggy on top of another pressure plate. “Or save the agent over there.” He motions to you with his gun.

As he finishes his sentence he drops dead a clean shot from Nat. A countdown on one of the screens of the makeshift command center you were standing in starts. The countdown is going faster than you would like and you dare look up at everyone at the door. They are making a plan and as the countdown gets to five seconds your world slows down. Steve and Bucky both run towards you, Bucky grabs you by your waist and you fall to the ground with Bucky on top of you to cover you from the impending explosion as Steve covers the pressure plate with his shield taking most of the hit. Between Tony, Sharon and Nat they manage to get Peggy off the plate but the countdown hits zero and a portal opens against the wall. Bucky and Steve move to get you into the hallway but the portal pulls them in, and with Peggy being close to it she is pulled in as well before the portal closes.

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They were gone. It had been a month and they were gone. Tony and Bruce worked around the clock to try and find them but it was no use.

The guilt you felt had no end. It was your fault for being careless that you had lost them. They were it for you and they were gone. You could barely sleep as you replayed the last moments over and over in your mind. They managed to push you away from the portal. It was pulling you in and they managed to save you from whatever hell they could all into. So the last conversation you had with Steve wouldn’t leave your memory no matter how much you tried and the words Bucky told you on the jet haunted your dreams.

For the sake of the team you tried to at least do paperwork, you had promised yourself to never go out on a mission again. You wouldn’t put your life on the line anymore because if you were gone then so were they for good. No one but you were gifted with seeing the two loves of your life how they truly were in the privacy of your home. You would be thankful for that for the rest of your life.

“Ms. Y/L/N, your presence is being requested in the common area.” Jarvis announced.

Without thinking about what is going on you leave your apartment and head towards the living room you all shared. You freeze as you take in the scene. Standing in the middle of the living room were Steve and Bucky, dressed in the 30s maybe 40’s style and you were in shock. They looked at you and smiled before coming closer.

“Am I dreaming?” You whisper. “I must be dreaming because I remember losing you.”

“You aren’t dreaming bugs, we’re really here.” Steve says as he stands before you. Cupping your face in his hands he tilts it back so that he can look into your eyes. You bring your hand to cover his and move it up his arm and under until it’s resting on his chest. Tears threaten to spill as you look at him and you can’t help it so you fist his shirt and pull him in. Capturing his lips in a desperate kiss letting you both know that this is really happening. A pair of hands find their way onto your hips and before you know it you are being turned around and you meet the pair of steel blue eyes you’ve missed so much.

“Hi bunny.” Is all Bucky says before he dips his head for a kiss of his own and you respond quickly not wanting to miss the chance to feel his lips again.

“We’ve missed you so much. We’re sorry it took us so long to get back to you but there was something we had to do back in our time.” He tells you. But you’re so happy that they’re here that you don’t care if they had to go to the beginning of time if that meant they would make it back to you.

“What did you have to do?” You ask.

“Oh we had to get this.” Bucky turns you back around and you look at Steve who is now on one knee holding a small box in his hand. Your eyes begin to water and you look back at Bucky to find him on his knees as well with a box of his own.

Steve is the first to speak.

“Bugs, we are so sorry for what we put you through for the last two and a half months. It was never our intention to hurt you. The last argument we had kept playing in my head while we were away and it made me realize that you have given me so much and I didn’t appreciate it, I didn’t appreciate you the way I should have.”

“We got so lost in this little piece of the past that we got when Peggy was here that we didn’t even consider the whole future we had with you. I meant what I said on the jet that day. I’m sorry, we both are so sorry that we let you down. This month away from you has been pure hell for us and we never have to go through that again.” Bucky adds.

“So Bugs, if you'll forgive us for being complete idiots and give us a chance, we want to spend the rest of our lives with you. Will you marry us?” Steve finishes and they both open their boxes at the same time. Steve’s holding a simple gold band while Bucky is holding a gold band with a single diamond.

You stare at them, the fear of rejection in their eyes but there is also hope. Your broken heart is finally starting to put itself back together by having the loves of your life with you again.

“Yes, I will. I’ll marry both of you.” You barely get to finish your sentence before they’re on you hugging and kissing both you and each other. When they finally separate they pull you to the couch to cuddle and you admire the rings.

“We know they’re simple and we can change them if you want.” Steve says Sheepishly.

“I love them.” You assure them both.

Bucky grabs your left hand in his to get a better look.

“They belonged to our mom’s.” He adds.

“Then I’ll guard them with my life.”

“I love you both so much.”

“We love you too.” They say in unison.

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