#not every thing Thor dumbass says is a fact. he's a idiot.

[sweetdreamling]

assholes - ( gen avengers )

Summary: Your friends can be such assholes sometimes.

Pairing: Hints at Reader x Loki, but nothing serious.

WC: 2.3K

A/N: This is a super old one shot. Originally it was just Rhodey and Tony, but I just rewrote it and added more characters. I'm back in my marvel writing feels. Since I'm a POC myself, I mostly picture the reader like me. Though I go for gender-natural terms. Hope you like it.

"He's such a dumbass sometimes," you snicker, watching Thor try and fail to work the toaster. "But it's adorable. It's like watching a clueless golden retriever. Zero thoughts, head empty."

"That's rude, Y/N." Sam hides a smile as he walks over to Thor, helping him with his apparently "impossible" task.

"How long has Thor been on Earth now?"

Steve looks thoughtful for a moment before replying, "I think a couple of years. But, even I know how to work the toaster. I swear I've seen him use it before."

"Hmm, Loki did say Thor likes to pretend that he's a dumb blonde."

Steve rolls his eyes at the mention of Loki's name. "You're still talking to that maniac?"

You shrug, "duh, he's my friend, and sometimes you guys can be a little too much. He's my escape."

Steve raises an eyebrow as he slides a plate of chicken alfredo to you. "Why do I get the feeling you're sleeping with Loki?"

Throwing him a smirk as you picked up your fork. "Maybe I am. Maybe I'm not."

"I'd prefer the latter."

Sam shakes his head as he hears the conversation. "Please stop talking about him before he pops up. We don't need him to add to the chaos in the tower."

"Loki's always in the tower; you guys just don't know it."

Sam and Steve look alarmed as a grinning Thor takes a seat beside you. "Y/N is right. My brother tends to come at such odd hours, but he's in the tower daily with Y/N."

"Does Tony know this?" Steve demands.

"Oh yeah, he literally burst through my door with his suit the first time Loki appeared in the tower. We came to a compromise if you catch my drift."

Sam lets out a noise of disgust. "Okay, no. We don't want to hear about it. As a matter of fact, forget that we even brought Loki up."

Thor and Y/N share a laugh as Steve shakes his head.

The duo's laughs are cut off when Y/N's cellphone starts to ring. Everyone's confused, staring at the cellphone sitting on the counter.

It rings a few times before going quiet.

"I have no clue who'd be calling me at one am," Y/N says as the phone lights up again.

"I mean...shouldn't you answer it and see? Could be important." Steve replies.

"My parents are sleeping at this time of the night. Everyone else that's important to me is currently in the tower, Steve. I'm sure FRIDAY would let us know if anything's happened to them."

Sam snatches the phone off the counter, answering it mid-ring.

"Hello?"

"They're asking for you." He frowns before handing the phone to a confused Y/N.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you reached out, taking the phone and bringing it to your ear.

"Hello?" You questioned.

"Hello?" The unfamiliar, hushed, and husky voice rang out.

"Heard you were looking for me. Who is this?" You asked, exchanging glances with Steve, Thor, and Sam.

"Who is this?" The caller repeats your question.

"I mean, you're the one that called me. So what do you want, creep?"

The only thing you could hear from the other side of the phone was heavy breathing.

"Are you going to say anything besides breathe on the phone?" The person doesn't say anything, so you shrug, hanging up the phone.

"Who was it?" Steve asks.

"I don't have a freaking clue. All he did was breathe on the phone." You respond, going back to your dinner. There are a few minutes of silence before your phone starts ringing again. You shake your head at Bruce as he reaches for the phone again.

"Let it ring, probably the same idiot. He'll get tired eventually."

Ten minutes later, the four of you were at your wit's end. The ringing didn't stop.

"Y/N, I beg you to please answer your phone before I smash it to a thousand pieces." Thor bemoans as the phone goes off once again.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, you snatch the phone back up. You placed the phone against your ear. "Hello?"

"Y/N, you know it's rude to hang up with someone. I thought you knew better than this."

You roll your eyes, "What do you want? You've called my phone nonstop for the past ten minutes!"

"I just want to talk Y/N! We can talk and become the best of friends."

"You're out of your goddamn mind. Do yourself and me a favor and stop calling my phone. I'm hanging up now." You snap, pulling the phone away from your ear.

"YOU HANG UP THIS PHONE BITCH, AND I'LL GUT YOU LIKE A FUCKING FISH!"

It was clear that Thor, Sam, and Steve heard his threat as alarmed expressions overtake their faces.

"Y/N, give me the phone," Steve says through gritted teeth.

"DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE GIVE ROGERS THAT PHONE!"

You stare down at the phone in shock before anger takes over your expression. "Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?! I don't know who the hell you are or what the hell you want with me, but I'm telling you now to leave me the fuck alone! Come near me, and I'll be your last day alive!"

The creep begins to laugh over the phone. "Oh, Y/N....your petty little threats don't scare me. All I want to do is play a little game, and then I'll leave you alone. I promise!"

"Fuck no! Leave me the hell alone!"

The creep lets out a growl. "I want to play a game. A simple one, call it movie trivia. Answer it correctly; you and your little trio of morons will survive."

There's no warning as the lights go out, leaving the four of you in absolute darkness.

"Answer wrong; you die. Don't even bother calling for help. Your little friends and A.I. are all...out of commission."

All of you glance around and then at each other uneasily. "Don't even think about it. I'm watching your every move!"

Sam lets out a sigh. "This is a fucking nightmare."

"What the hell did you do to our teammates and FRIDAY?" Steve was gripping the counter, glaring at the phone that you'd placed on speakerphone.

"Don't worry about that. I can see you, Thor. Try summoning your precious hammer, and I slit Barton's throat!"

Thor looks disgruntled as he drops his hand. "Very well."

The creep chuckles, "That's more like it."

"I'll ask again, what the hell did you do to our teammates?!" Steve questions again.

"I can hear the desperation in your voice, Rogers. Don't worry, your pretty little heads, I haven't done anything so far. Their fates depend on you four. We win the game. and I'll let them go."

"We can't trust your word, man. We need proof." Sam says.

The creep hums, "That is true. Look for yourself."

A hologram of security footage pops up. "Say hello to your fellow avengers!"

Your eyes widened as you took in the sight of your teammates, bound and gagged to chairs in a circle. Tony, Clint, Bucky, Wanda, Vision, and for some odd reason, Pepper was there as well. Clint and Tony were the only ones awakened and were frantically shaking their heads.

"You sonofabitch." Steve curse, running a hand over his face. "What do you want?"

"A simple game. Are you ready to play now?"

"YES! YES! We'll play your stupid ass game! Just don't hurt our teammates!" You say, placing a hand on Steve's shoulder.

"That depends on how well you do with my trivia! Tell me Y/N. Do you like scary movies?"

"Yes."

The voice tutted. "Then you should be very good at this game then."

You take a deep breath, hoping your racing heart would calm down. It frightened you how easily someone snuck into the tower, basically kidnaping your teammates and holding them hostage.

"Question one, How many people does Jason kill in the first Friday the 13th film?"

You furrow your eyebrows, looking at Steve. He shrugs, looking hopeless. "I'm so sorry, but I haven't seen any horror films."

Sam snaps, making a zero with his hand. "He didn't do any killings in the first Friday the 13th movie!"

The creep hums, "who did the killing then?"

"His mother!"

"Bravo Y/N and Sam! "The voice praises the two of you.

"Question two, how many knives does Freddy Krueger have on his gloves?"

"Four. He has four!" Thor calls out.

"Yes! Good boy, Thor! It appears you aren't as stupid as I thought!" The voice laughs once again. "Next question...Which room does Dick Hallorann tell Danny to stay away from in The Shining?"

"I heard Tony mention sometimes once about room 237 as a joke. He said it came from a film called The Shining. Is that it?" Steve says.

"Is that a question or the answer, Rogers? And no, don't help him!" The voice yells as you go to tell Steve it was correct.

"I...It's the answer."

"CORRECT!" The creep gives a round of applause. "Now, last question, who is the Ghostface killer in Scream 4?"

Oh, shit, there was so much going on in the Scream series, you couldn't keep up. Besides the first two movies, you kind of gave up watching them.

The four of you were exchanging frightened and panicked looks when no one answered. You took a deep breath and said the hell with it.

"Roman Bridger!" You cried out. "It was him! Right?!"

There was silence on the other line before the creep said the words you dreaded, "Wrong answer Y/N."

The four of you were surprised when two cloaked figures appeared in front of your unconscious teammates. One head Tony's head up as the other slashes him viciously across the stomach.

"TONY!" All of you cried out as blood began pouring from his shirt, and Tony lets out muffled cries of pain, fighting against the ropes.

The two cloaked figures turned, waving at you mockingly.

"Are those Ghostface masks? We're really dealing with a fucking Ghostface copycat groupie?!" Sam says, bewildered.

"Come out and play with us!"

Your nails dig into the palm of your hands as you stare down the copycat Ghostface on the right. There was something familiar about them.

"You're going to pay for hurting our dear Anthony, you fool." Thor looks furious; the rage in his eyes was clear to see.

"You'll have to catch us first!" There was a slam of a door down the hall, and you all turn your heads in the direction.

"We were the only ones on this floor. No one knows we hang out here." Steve says, glaring down the darkened hall.

"You will need weapons Sam and Y/N. Steve and I will use our brute strength to defend ourselves. " Thor says, grabbing the skillet off the stove, handing it to you. He gives Sam the butcher knife Steve was using earlier.

You and Sam exchange glances, the message clear in your eyes. 'Did he forget we're both trained fighters and can defend ourselves weapons or not?'

Steve leads the way as you slowly creep down the dark hall. "I've got nothing-" A swift punch to the jaw cut off his words.

"HOLY SHIT! STEVE!" Sam calls out, rushing over.

"I'm fine, Sam. They came out of nowhere. They're on this floor somewhere. We've gotta look for them."

"Oh, there's no need to look for me. We're right here." Sam lets out a yelp, falling to the ground, clutching his side.

"Shit, guys were humans and can't really see that well in the dark. You're going to have to use your weird-ass super senses and find them." You say, fumbling around until you find Sam's outstretched hand. You help him sit up, leaning on you for support.

"Stop being a coward! Come out and face us!" Thor yells out.

"This shit feels like it's from a low-budget horror film," Sam mutters to himself.

You nod in agreement.

Suddenly you feel a hand on your shoulder and a voice whispering your name in, "Y/N..."

Letting out a yelp, you grab their hand, using all your strength to flip them over your shoulder.

"FUCK!" You didn't waste any time kicking the shit out of this asshole.

"YOU MESSED WITH THE WRONG AVENGER ASSHOLE!"

"Y/N! Y/N, IT'S ME! IT'S ME, SCOTT!" The cloaked figure shouts, reaching up and snatching his mask off. Scott's now bruised face stared up at you as the lights flickered back on.

You glanced up to see Thor holding Loki in a headlock and Steve scowling at Clint. Sam was frowning at Tony, who was smirking.

"There's no need to be all upset, brother. It was a mere prank; you know I've done far worse than this." Loki lets out a grunt as Thor tightens his grip.

"I recall the numerous times you've stabbed me, bitting and nearly gotten me killed. But, these are our human friends Loki, and they are far more..." Thor trails off, staring at Scott, who was holding his head.

"You guys are such fucking assholes. A prank is putting something funny and straightforward. This shit wasn't funny; it was fucking terrifying. We thought Tony had gotten stabbed! Our teammates had gotten kidnapped, and FRIDAY was harmed." Sam growls out, crossing his arms and shaking his head.

"This was out of line, guys. I'm disappointed." Steve's "I'm Disappointed In You" face and tone of voice were enough to ruin anyone's mood.

"There was no real harm done, guys. Lighten up," Tony tries to brush it off.

"No harm do-" You start before shaking your head. "No, I'm not saying anything. I've gotta go take my rage out in the training room, come on, guys." You motion for Thor, Steve, and Sam to follow you.

"We're going to prank them back, right?" Sam questions as you guys get into the elevator. '

"Oh, for sure."

#reader insert #reader x avengers #loki x reader #poc reader #avenger imagines #avenger oneshot #mcu oneshot #thor and reader #steve rogers and reader #sam wilson and reader

[wiypt-writes]

Riding High

Ch7: Ordinary People

Chapter Summary: Frank faces the aftermath of his dumbass choice whilst Mary heads to Boston for a few days. When the court case starts, emotions are running high and Frank finally confesses his feelings to Fliss.

Chapter Warnings: Bad Language words. Flashback at the start involving domestic violence.

Chapter Pairings:  Frank Adler x OFC Fliss Gallagher

A/N: Contains SPOILERS for the film!!!!! If you haven’t seen it please be aware of that before you read on. As a Lawyer I know how long the types of cases depicted in GIFTED can take, however they can also be done pretty fast. With that in mind, and because it fits with how I want the story to go I’m spreading it over approximately 6 weeks or so, so just roll with me!

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Fliss Gallagher and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

Riding High Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Chapter 6

"I saw you...he had his hands all over you."

"John, I didn't want him too...he was drunk, just being over friendly..."

Fliss cowered as a sneer crossed her husband's face, the features she found so handsome once upon a time were distorted in anger, his dark green eyes clouded with rage as he towered over where she sat on the crouch. In a flash he had reached out and grabbed a fist full of her hair, yanking her to her feet. Fliss gave a cry of pain, stumbling after him as he dragged her up the stairs. She tripped at one point, her hip colliding painfully with one of the steps but he paid it no attention.

No mercy.

"You're mine, Sugar.” He said, his voice steely. “You know that."

"I know," she sobbed as he threw her into the bedroom where she scrambled for purchase on the bed as he pushed her so hard she fell face down. Before Fliss could raise herself, John had grabbed the back of her neck and pushed her face harshly into the pillows.

"Why do you make me do this, Felicity?" He asked, releasing his hold as his thighs bracketed hers. Fliss heard the tell-tale clinking of his belt and she gave another sob, knowing full well what was coming. He roughly pushed her dress up over her hips, leaving her underwear clad ass exposed.

And then the leather stuck her. Again. And again. And again.

"I'll mark you so hard no one else will ever want you," he snarled as he continued his assault ignoring her screams of pain and pleas for him to leave her alone. “You’re mine..." Fliss sat bolt upright, gasping as she glanced around her bedroom. She was shaking violently, the dream had been so real, so vivid, she could almost physically feel the pain. John had belted her so badly that night she hadn't been able to ride for a week, and she still bore the marks where the buckle had ripped through her skin.

The worst thing was, that after he had finished, he had held her, stroking her hair, soothing her, explaining why he had to punish her so much. It was sick, twisted. Just like him. "He’s gone, he was to blame. I’m strong, not weak, I’m strong, not weak." she repeated her mantra through gritted teeth. Thor, hearing her breathing deeply and her trembling voice, jumped up onto her bed and shoved his head under her arm as she hugged her kneed tightly. Looking down at her faithful dog, she buried her face into his fur, holding him tight as she ran through her calming thoughts in her head. The sound of the ocean, the wind in her hair as she galloped on the beach, the soft and gentle hugs she received from her dad, her mum...and dare she even think it, Frank. And then another image filled her head. The sight of him kissing Bonnie at the bar.

“Wanker.” She muttered, wiping the tears from her face as Thor licked her cheek, his tail wagging as she stroked him. With a few more deep intakes of air, her breathing evened out and she gave Thor a final squeeze before she pushed the duvet down and swung her legs out of the bed and headed to the bathroom.

***** Frank had also woken up to a nightmare. His head was pounding from the shots he’d downed at the bar and being jerked awake by Bonnie’s screams as Mary had turned up in the apartment earlier than she was allowed on a Saturday hadn’t exactly helped the situation. He had fucked Mary’s school teacher for no reason other than the fact he was drunk, stressed and needed a release.

Well played, Adler, you fucking moron.

Thankfully, Bonnie seemed to be in the same place as him about the entire situation, hastily telling him that it should never have happened, something he profoundly agreed with, as he saw her out to a cab, apologising for Mary’s interruption, literally incapable of thinking of anything else to say. It was the most awkward morning after he had ever experienced in his life.

And there was something else compounding his growing bad mood. When he had finally checked his phone as he stood outside for a few moments after Bonnie had gone, hoping the fresh air would sort his head out, he realised he had a number of messages and missed calls from Fliss. Groaning he remembered that he should have called her after the court case but had completely forgotten. Firing her a quick apology, along with a promise to talk to her later when it was time for Mary’s lesson, before he headed back inside.

Mary was sat on the rug with her lego, pieces scattered all over, Ice Age playing on the TV.

“Awkward…” she sing songed

“Mary.” Frank looked at her for a moment and when she didn’t look at him he crouched down “Stop! Stop! Stop with the Legos. Listen.” he took a breath and she looked at him “Do we have a rule about Saturday morning?”

“What?” she asked softly

“Are you allowed in this apartment this early on Saturday morning?” Frank pressed, looking at her.

“No.” Mary sighed, averting her eyes from his.

“No!” Frank nodded, his voice a little louder before he paused again “Are you allowed to... hey!” he reached out to stop Mary as she returned to her Toys. “Stop! Enough with the Lego. Are you allowed to use Roberta's keys?”

“No.” she still wasn’t looking at him.

“No! So, hey! Look at me. Then why are you here? Huh? Can you answer me that?”

Mary’s eyes filled with tears but Frank was too angry at the fact she had disobeyed him to comfort her.

“You broke every rule! You just embarrassed me. We have these rules.” He angrily stood up, turning to head back out of the door into the kitchen “We've gone over them a hundred times!” And then, when he stepped on a piece of Lego in his bare feet, his frustration boiled over as he hopped on one leg, clutching the side of the dresser which was pushed flush against the wall.

“Shit…God, damned it…” He yelled as he slapped the side of the dresser, leaning against it, bending down to rub his foot. “Can I just get five minutes of my own life?”

At that Mary jumped up and bolted into his bedroom, shutting the door behind her.

Frank stood up, before he sighed, one hand on his hip, his eyes closed. He’d overreacted, he knew that. He was more pissed at himself for being an idiot than he was at Mary. He ran his hand over his face and glanced at the clock. Mary’s riding lesson was at two and it was now just pushing ten-thirty. Deciding to leave Mary to cool down before he made breakfast, he headed into the kitchen to clear up yesterday’s dishes.

He heard the door to his room click open about twenty minutes later. Giving her another ten he wiped the counter down before he made his way back into the main room and sat on the edge of her bed, where she was snuggled down in her alcove which sported a collection of shells they had stuck to the wood panels and a few photos, one of her mom, one of her and Frank and one of her and Fliss with Monty. She was huddled in the corner, Fred laying on her knee, the laptop resting on his back as she tapped away.

“Nothing that happened today was your fault.” Frank spoke gently and looked at her “I got mad at you...I was really mad at me,” he looked at her and she continued to ignore him, “and the manufacturers of Legos. They should all be in prison. So I'm sorry.” he said gently. She paused tapping but still didn’t look at him. “Do you forgive me?”

“Sure. Whatever.” she mumbled.

“Hey, close the laptop. Come on. Please.” He watched her as she avoided looking at him. “Doesn't count if it's not eye to eye.”

She hesitated so he asked again, gently. “Come on, please.”

With a sigh she did was she was told and looked at him. Her eyes, so like Diane’s, were full of sadness and Frank felt his gut twist in guilt.

“Do you really have no life because of me?” she whispered, her eyes shining with tears and Frank cursed himself for his outburst before.

He shook his head. “That's not what I said.” he looked at her.

“Did you mean it?” she pressed, not buying his statement for one minute, her voice soft.

“Last week you said I was the worst Uncle in the world, and you wished death upon me ‘cause I didn't buy you a piano.” Frank held her gaze. “Did you mean that?”

“No” Mary replied, her fingers tangling in Fred’s fur “Not entirely.”

“Well,” Frank said, not bothering to ask which bit she had actually meant. “There you go. We say things all the time we don't mean. So let's forget it, okay?”

“Okay” Mary agreed

“Okay.” Frank nodded, standing up

“Frank?” she called as he headed towards the door to head down and check the mail. He stopped and turned back, even though he couldn’t see her.

“Yeah?”

“Can I have a piano?”

“No.” he deadpanned, turning for the door.

He strode down across the lawn to the mail boxes, unlocked his and pulled out two letters. One looked like a bill, the other was in a manila coloured envelope, and was stamped with some kind of official seal.

“Was that really Mary's teacher this morning?” Roberta appeared. He glanced at her and returned to his post “And there was me thinking Fliss would stop you doing anything stupid.”

Frank’s head shot up “Fliss?” he frowned “What are you talking about?”

“She came here last night, to see you. Mary roped her into Karaoke before she left and said she was going to come and find you at Fergs”

Frank frowned. “Well she didn’t. I never saw her last night so she-”

Oh,fuck fuck fuck!

He trailed off with a groan as he realised that she had probably seen him with Bonnie and then felt a stinging slap round the back of his head.

“Shit!” He exclaimed, glaring at Roberta “Jesus, that fucking hurt!”

“Good.” she stared at him. “You know I have a book called ‘Fundamentals of Decision Making’. You can borrow it.”

He glared at her, he didn’t need this. Not now. His attention turned back to the letter and he noticed the seal was from the court house. With a frown he opened it. The header- ‘Highsmith, Kistler & Sellers Attorneys at Law’ -greeted him and he started to read. It was an order for him to surrender Mary for two days into Evelyn’s care, at a time and date to be agreed. It wasn’t unexpected but it was pretty fast considering it had only been agreed yesterday. His mother really wasn’t wasting any time.

“What is it?”  Roberta asked, noticing the frown on his face

“Its nothing.” he said, leaning on the post box, still reading the letter. “Looks like Mary gets to go to Boston for a couple days.” He noticed Roberta stiffen and he looked at her. “It's just two days. Relax.” he said gently.

Because he was always honest with Mary, he sat down once he was back inside and told her about the letter. She knew there was a court case going on, he had explained it all to her as best as he could so as not to cause her any worry. She soaked up the information and shrugged before saying that going to Boston sounded kinda cool. Frank simply nodded and said that he would sort out the dates on Monday. They ate a late breakfast-slash-early lunch and once Mary was changed and ready, they headed up to the riding school.

As Frank drove there his stomach was doing flips, the nerves at seeing Fliss were overwhelming, more so because he had no idea what he was going to say to her. It was strange, he felt guilty about the fact he’d slept with Bonnie, even though he had no real reason to. It wasn’t like he and Fliss were an item.

Fliss greeted Mary with the usual warmth before she turned her gaze to Frank, and he could see the hurt in her eyes, compounding that guilty feeling even more.

“Sorry I didn’t call you last night.” he offered and she shrugged.

“It’s okay, I know you were busy.” her voice carried no sarcasm, it was measured and cool but Frank knew she was referring to Bonnie, his suspicions confirmed. She turned away, barking an instruction to Joanne who looked at her, nodding.

Frank leaned on the paddock fence as he always did, a little way from the other parents and watched as Fliss taught the three girls, that gorgeous smile on her face. Mary was certainly getting the hang of it now and was able to trot around unaided. After about forty minutes they were done and heading out of the paddock. Fliss made no attempt to come and speak to him, like normal, and made straight for her office. Casting an eye on Mary who was leading Monty back to the stable he followed Fliss.

“I take it you’re mad at me.” he spoke tentatively.

“Why would I be mad at you?” she asked, pulling three cartons of apple juice out of the fridge for the kids.

“Because you saw me last night with Bonnie.” he pressed.

He saw her stiffen slightly before she took a breath and turned round.

“I’m not mad.” she shrugged.

“Could have fooled me.”

“I just, well I think you could have considered Mary a little more, that’s all.” “What does that mean?” he frowned.

“You know damned well what it means.” she looked at him “Mary told me before when we were tacking the ponies up that she saw Bonnie this morning, wrapped in one of your sheets. I mean, Jesus Frank that’s her teacher. Can you imagine how awkward its gonna be if any of the kids find out that you’re fucking her?” “Ok, I’m not fucking her.” Frank held his hand out to stop her.

“So what were you doing last night then?” Fliss hissed, “Playing scrabble?”

“Hang on, are we really arguing about this?” Frank looked at her, frowning. “Why? Why do you even care?”

He paused, looking at her. Her eyes locked onto his and she swallowed, and for a moment he hoped she was going to tell him what he wanted to hear but she shook her head and shrugged.

“You know what, you’re right. What, or who you do in your spare time is your business, not mine.”

With that she pushed past him and headed out into the yard. Frank let out another sigh before he headed out to collect Mary.

******

Fliss made no attempts to speak to Frank over the next few days. He messaged her to tell her about Mary heading to Boston at the end of the week and she replied politely, telling him that she was sure it would all work out, but beyond that she didn’t reach out further. However, she did call to wish Mary a safe trip to on the Thursday morning just before Evelyn arrived to pick her up, and told her she wanted to hear all about it when she came home on Saturday afternoon. By the time Frank got the phone back, Fliss had hung up.

“Frank she likes you. “ Roberta said when she popped over to wish Mary goodbye. Mary wasted no time in informing her that the reason Frank was in a bad mood wasn’t just because she was going to Boston, but also because Fliss was angry at him. Of course she had noticed, because she noticed everything. “She’s hurt and it’s yo’ own dumbass fault.”

Yeah, yeah he got that.

With Mary gone, he decided that night to take a cool box of beer down to the harbour and work late. He was in the middle of pulling a gear box apart when his phone went. It was a message from Bonnie asking if she could meet him to talk. Which was how he found himself sat on the deck of the boat, her opposite him, both wrapped in blankets and clutching bottles of Bud.

“I have had a series of nightmares, where I'm fired because of what happened. You get it?” Bonnie shook her head, rolling her eyes. Frank smiled at her as she laughed “And then I remind myself, that everything that happened, was just all the alcohol and people do far worse right?”

At that Frank laughed. “Yeah we were pretty drunk.”

Truth be told whilst he did think Bonnie was attractive, there was nothing there, and that was compounded by the fact that as he sat, looking at her, he felt no urges at all. She was simply another one of his Friday night hook ups, only this had turned out to be slightly more complicated.

Yeah, he should definitely borrow that book from Roberta

“So I guess, what I came here to say,” Bonnie sighed, “I think you’re a great guy Frank, and I’ve got your back on this damned custody case but, me and you…it just…” “Oh, absolutely, I’m with you.” Frank hastily agreed, thanking the Gods she’d brought it up before he had to. “It was a mistake.” Bonnie arched an eyebrow and he groaned. “Shit, I don’t mean that how it sounds but, well, it was, wasn’t it?”

She smiled and nodded, cocking her head to one side as she surveyed him. “I do think you need to speak to Fliss though.”

“Fliss?” Frank frowned, “What’s she got to do with this?”

You like her." Bonnie said simply.

Frank paused before he shook his head, smiling. “Is it that obvious?" "Well, if it wasn’t evident from the way you talk about her, the fact you called me by her name twice last night is most definitely a giveaway." Oh Jesus. Ground please open... "I called you by her name? When we- " he grimaced and she chuckled, raising her eyebrows "Oh God. Bonnie, I'm so sorry." He groaned and ran his hands over his face.

“Like we said, mistake.” Bonnie smiled, “Especially when you’re clearly hung up on another girl. “ "Yeah well, I think I've kinda blown it. Story of my life." Frank sighed taking a pull from his bottle.

“Blown it?”

“Yeah she's pretty pissed. She saw us in the bar and has hardly spoken a word to me since”

"And you’re giving up that easily?" Bonnie raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t even know if she likes me in that way so…” He shrugged and Bonnie leaned forward slightly.

“If she’s that pissed at you over the fact that you hooked up with someone else then she absolutely feels something for you Frank." Bonnie smiled softly. “And it would be a shame to let something as stupid as a one night stand screw it all up for you.”

Frank looked at her for another moment or two before he finished his beer and offered Bonnie another one which she accepted and then asked him about the court case. Frank filled Bonnie in on the running order for the testimonies which would start on Tuesday before she bid him goodnight and left. He contemplated messaging Fliss once she was gone but decided against it. He would give her a few days to calm down, and give himself some time to figure out what the fuck he was going to say.

***** It was Saturday afternoon when Frank reached out.

Fliss was busy on a lesson when her phone went. Taking a quick minute to look at it, she read the message from Frank asking if it was ok if they swung by as Mary was home. With a deep breath she replied telling him it was fine, before she turned back to her client who was one of the boarders on the yard.

She had just about finished some thirty minutes or so later when she heard Mary calling her name. She turned and gave her a smile and a wave. Once she had finished with her client and taken payment, she turned to Mary and gave the girl a hug.

“Hey!” she beamed as Mary hugged her tight. “I missed you!”

“I missed you too!” Mary beamed “And so has Frank.”

“That so?” Fliss stood up straight and looked at him. He took a deep breath and shrugged, but the little smile on his face told Fliss that Mary had completely and utterly busted him. She rolled her eyes and then gave him a little smile of her own. “Coffee?”

“Yeah, sounds great.” He nodded, gratefully taking the olive branch she had offered.

They made their way into the office and Fliss moved to the small kitchenette area at the back, filling the coffee machine before she turned to Mary, leaning against the counter.

“So, tell me all about Boston.” Mary began to gush about all the things she had done, Fliss listening and asking questions as she made her and Frank a coffee. He took his with a thanks whilst Mary told Fliss how she had looked at some photos, learned more about her mom and then done some complicated Maths for a professor at a University. At that Fliss noticed Frank stiffen slightly and she looked at him, gently shaking her head. He smiled tightly and turned to look out over the yard, taking a few steps outside.

“And she has a piano.” Mary finished, “I mean I didn’t get to play it but…”

“You should come over to my mum’s.” Fliss smiled “She’ll let you play hers. That’s what she used to do, teach people music.”

Mary smiled, before she looked over at Frank who was stood watching a few people riding in the paddock, the lessons for the day having concluded which meant the boarders were free to do what they wanted.

“Are you still mad at Frank?” Mary looked at Fliss.

“Not really.” Fliss shook her head “I got a little bit cross but…” “Yeah, he can make me cross too.” Mary said wisely “He does dumb stuff sometimes.”

Fliss laughed and studied the young girl. “Yeah, you got that right.” “But he’s a good person.” Mary concluded.

“I know.” Fliss agreed, her eyes flicking to him before she looked back at Mary.

“I don’t want to live with Evelyn.” Mary shrugged “I mean she was nice and looks like my mom but…she’s bossy.” Fliss smiled.

“I want to stay with Frank.” Mary continued. “Because I know he loves me. And he did before he found out I was smart.”

Fliss felt a lump in her throat at the girl’s confession. She glanced over at Frank again who ran a hand over his face, rubbing at his eyes underneath his shades.

“Hey, Mary, why don’t you go say hi to Monty.” she said gently. “Tell Joanne I said you could help with the feeds.” “Yesss.” Mary cheered, scooting off her chair and shooting across the yard. Fliss saw Frank follow her with her eyes before he turned to her as she walked over to him.

“How you holding up?” she asked him gently.

“Apart from screwing up my life, I’m good.” Frank snorted, taking off his glasses and tucking them into the collar of his t-shirt. “Just hope I’m not screwing hers up as well.”

“Don’t’ say that.” Fliss shook her head “You know that’s not true. Mary’s fine.”

There was a pause before Frank took a deep breath and looked at Fliss. “I hate that we haven’t been talking. It’s been kinda lonely.”

“I thought you and Bonnie might have, ” she trailed off, shrugging, “gone out or something, I don’t know.”

Frank sighed “I’ve only seen her once since. And that was so we could have a straight up conversation about how what happened was a mistake”

“A mistake?” Fliss raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah.” Frank nodded. “And as far as mistakes go, that one was pretty spectacular.”

“And you actually said that to her?”

He nodded.

“Wow.” Fliss snorted.

“She agreed so we’re both going to try and forget it ever happened.” Frank shrugged and he Fliss’ gaze for a second before he took a deep breath “Is that why you’ve been ignoring me?” he pressed “Because you thought me and Bonnie, were, like together?”

Fliss swallowed and looked away, trying to think of something to say that didn’t give her feelings away. He’d hit the nail on the head. She had thought that, and more over she was jealous so had distanced herself on purpose.

“I just,” she looked back at him, “well, I suppose I didn’t want to step on any toes, so to speak, that’s all.”

“There’s none to step on, trust me.” Frank looked at her. “I don’t feel that way. Not towards Bonnie.”

Fliss looked at him, feeling her cheeks growing warm before she turned away and quickly changed the subject. “So err, anyway, she seems to have enjoyed Boston.”

Frank let out a large breath at the fact that Fliss had effectively withdrawn back from what he had felt had been the edge of a breakthrough there for the pair of them but, well, he had no right to be annoyed, especially after everything he’d done. “Yeah.” He nodded with a little smile.

“So what’s next?” she asked.

“Well she has a court interview with the Child Welfare department or whatever they’re called on Monday.”

“Sure it’ll be fine.” Fliss replied “It’s not like she’s treated badly or her welfare is an issue, Frank.”

“And the hearing starts in full on Tuesday.” He explained “They’re opening with a bang.” At his words Fliss frowned as he turned to face her. “Mary’s biological father has apparently signed an affidavit, nominating my mother as Mary’s legal guardian.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Fliss hissed, suddenly seething with anger as Frank shook his head “That’s a real shitty trick.”

“Yep” Frank agreed.

“Does Mary know?”

“No. I’ll have to tell her though, otherwise Evelyn will no doubt.”

“Your mother gets access to her again?”

“Whilst this is going on she gets visitation rights so…” Frank shrugged, and Fliss couldn’t help but notice his despondent nature.

“So when you gonna tell her?”

“Tuesday night, after it’s done. I don’t want her worrying or knowing he’s in town because if she knows and he doesn’t ask to see her, well at least once he’s gone then…” he bit his lip. “She’s gonna be upset either way but, what else can I do?”

“Nothing, just what you think is best.”  Fliss said gently “I told you before that’s all you can do Frank.” He looked at her and she sighed, opening her arms and he gladly stepped towards her, wrapping her up in a hug.

******

Tuesday rolled around far too quickly for Frank’s liking. The interviews on Monday went fairly smoothly, he had a little bit of a questioning over his TV choices for Mary but other than that he’d left that session feeling pretty okay about it.

And then he’d walked into court, seen his mother and the snivelling little shit that was now being questioned by his Mother’s Lawyer.

“Mr. Polland, are you the natural father of Mary Adler?”

“Yes. Yes, I am.”

Frank sat still, glaring at the ass hole sat in the dock.

“And how you can be certain of this?

“Well, I always knew, but then you had me take a DNA test.”

Course they did…

I would offer the test results as result of evidence of that Mr. Polland is the father and natural guardian of the minor. As well as an affidavit from Mr. Polland nominating Mrs. Adler the maternal grandmother as the legal guardian of the minor.”

Frank sat up slightly, his jaw clenching. This ass hole had no right to decide what was best for Mary, he’d never fucking met her. Greg touched his arm, shaking his head, telling him to keep quiet.

“No objections.” Greg spoke.

“Mr. Polland has Mrs. Adler offered you any monetary reward or employment for coming forward today?” Evelyn’s attorney continued.

No, sir. I have a job of my own.”

Frank suppressed a snort. Bullshit she hasn’t paid you.

“Thank you. No further questions, your Honour.”

Greg then stood up and waited a second before he opened his cross examination “Mr. Polland when was the last time you saw Mary?”

“I've never seen her.” Polland shifted slightly and Frank watched him intently.

“Why not?”

“By the time I heard about Diane…passing the baby was gone already.”

Her name is Mary, ass hole. Frank took a deep breath.

“Well, did you try and find her?” Greg pressed.

“Best I could. I couldn't just go and search the entire country.” Polland shook his head, trying to make a joke out of it. Frank was pleased to see the judge wasn’t laughing.

Greg nodded and paused again, before suddenly asking “Do you use a computer at work?”

“Sure.” Polland replied

“You know what? Help me out.” Cullen turned and grabbed his laptop “Let's google ‘Mary Adler’ and see what we find.” he placed the laptop on the dock and turned it towards Polland. He hesitated for a while and looked at the Judge who gestured with his hand, instructing him to do as he was told. Polland began to tap when Greg spoke again “You know what? You better add her middle name.”

Frank watched as Polland stopped, because of course he had no idea what her midde name was.

“It'll narrow it down. Eileen” Cullen informed him. Polland looked up and caught Frank’s eye, his face sheepish. Frank kept his face straight, his chin resting on his hand, fingers making an L-shape round his jaw as Polland looked away and began to tap.

“Yeah, Hit enter.” Greg nodded. “Okay, now head to page two…second hit. Would you please tell the court what you see there?”

Polland hesitated “It's a newspaper article called ‘Not so terrible twos’”

“And one of them is Mary Eileen Adler.”  Greg nodded “Same name as your daughter. Born on the same day as your daughter. With a photograph”

Polland looked at him.

“In your defence, you'd never recognize it…”

“Your Honour, this is...” Evelyn’s attorney stood up but Cullen was quick to cut him off

“Your Honour, if there's one thing here that's sadly obvious it's that Mr. Polland has never been a genuine guardian of the minor and his nomination of Mrs. Adler is no less disingenuous.” he looked at the Judge.

Frank shifted slightly as Judge Nicholls looked at Polland, then to Evelyn, then to him before he turned glanced at the notes in front of him.

“While the state of Florida gives deference to nomination by natural parent, I'm inclined to side with Mr. Cullen's laptop at this time.” he said, nodding at Cullen, effectively dismissing the affidavit. Frank allowed himself a relieved smile as Cullen nodded.

“Thank you, your Honor”

Once court was adjourned for the day, Frank obligingly walked his mother to her car when she asked him to. And as they walked, she told him about his step father Walter. Frank had found it odd how he wasn’t featuring in any of this, but his silent question was answered as Evelyn told him he moved out and bought a ranch in Montana.

“Bullshit.” Frank exclaimed as they walked in the sun, his suit jacket handing over his arm.

“Exactly. A man whose idea of roughing it is being too far from the ice machine at the Ritz Carlton now owns a thousand acres of grass and dung.”

“Walter Price is a cowboy.” Frank smiled, shaking his head, making a mental not to tell Fliss later. “Walter Price puts on a Brooke's brother suit to take out the garbage!”

“Well, now he has a cowboy hat and cowboy boots and a horse that doesn't know dressage.” Evelyn shook her head.

“Is there some logical reason for this?” Frank asked.

“Midlife crisis, apparently.”

“He's seventy.” Frank scoffed

“I know. Must have been on time delay or something. I guess I should be happy it wasn't a twent-five year old cocktail waitress. But then again an affair you can explain to friends in a minute. For this, you put on a pot of coffee.”

“And he's out there right now?”

“Yessiree!” Evelyn imitated a Western accent. “Riding the range!”

Frank lost himself for a moment as he and his mother joked, mocking exactly what his Step Father would look like. He hated to admit it, but at times like this he was reminded how similar he was to his mother. Same dry sense of humour, no nonsense nature…

“The fastest asset management in the West.” he snorted and Evelyn smiled.

“The man who shot Liberty Mutual. That's what I've been calling him” she said as they stopped at her car.

“That's really, really funny.” Frank chuckled, and then sighed as his mother opened the car door. He leaned down and spoke to the driver. “Take her to the airport.” he said, straightening up. “Go home, Evelyn. Or Montana. Rustle some cattle.” he said gently.

“You know I have no desire to hurt you. I hate it that we're at odds.”

And then, he was also reminded just how different they were too.

“We're always at odds.” he shrugged.

“Yes.” She said, almost sadly before she climbed in the car. “Hotel.” she instructed her driver, closing the door.

**** As anticipated, when he broke the news to Mary about her father, she had a meltdown and locked herself in the bathroom. No amount of coaxing from him or Roberta would draw her out. She was sobbing about how her dad didn’t want her…and then Frank was struck with an idea and he pulled out his phone to call in reinforcement which arrived in the shape of Fliss some twenty minutes later.

“I still can’t believe that wank stain was even given the time of day.” Fliss seethed as Frank greeted her outside. “I mean…”

“It’s done, his claim was thrown out but...”Frank nodded to where Roberta was stood outside locked bathroom door.

“Why you had to tell her that waste of oxygen was testifying I’ve no idea.” the woman shot him a look.

“Because it's the truth. And if I didn't, Evelyn would've.” Frank reasoned.

“If I was the dad of a little girl and I never saw her and I was in the same town. I would visit her.” Fliss heard Mary’s crying and Frank saw her face scrunch up in sympathy. “He didn't even need directions. He could've followed you here.”

“Ok, Roberta, can you…” Fliss asked gently. Roberta stood to the side and Fliss spoked to the door. “Mary, sweetheart, it’s me.”

“Lissy?” Mary sniffled.

“The one and only.” Fliss smiled, before she sighed “You know what, you’re right. He could have come to see you. But he didn’t. And that sucks, but it has nothing to do with you.”

“He doesn't even wanna see what I look like.” The girl sobbed again.

“You know I never met my dad either.” Fliss said gently “He abandoned my mum before I was born, made no attempt to see me at all, and then he was killed when I was 4 months old. He died without ever seeing my face. And you know what?”

“What?” Mary sniffed.

“That was his loss.” Fliss continued. “And then my mom met Bill when I was two, and he’s been my dad ever since. He looked after me and loved me, just like Frank does for you.” Fliss glanced at him and he dropped his hand from where it had been cupping his chin, folding his arms round his chest as he shot her a small smile. “Like we all do Mary, you’re so loved. By Frank, Roberta, me…” Fliss continued, “Now come on, open the door.”

There was a pause and they heard a rustle, before the lock on the door clicked and it opened. Mary stood in the doorway, her eyes red and wet from tears before she gave another sob and threw herself at Fliss. Fliss crouched down on one knee and held her back, gently rocking her and Frank felt his chest tighten at the display of affection.

And then he had an idea.

He crouched next to them, his hand gently reaching out to brush Mary’s hair back as she turned her head which was on Fliss’ shoulder to look at him.

“Put your shoes on. We're going for a ride.” he said to her softly. Then he turned to Fliss “You too, that is if you want to.”

“Sure.” she nodded.

“Roberta?” Frank looked at her, and she shook her head.

“Your truck only got three seats.” “We can take mine.” Fliss offered as Mary gently released her.

“No, I think you two got this.” she said, with a knowing smile.

*******

“What are we doing here?” Mary asked as they sat on the seats in the waiting room and Fliss found herself wondering the same thing. She hadn’t questioned Frank, he obviously had something up his sleeve.

“Waiting.”

“We can see that.” Fliss replied playfully, and he looked at her, rolling his eyes as Mary continued.

“Why?”

“Because I said so.” he shrugged, returning to the National Geographic magazine he was flicking through.

“How long do we have to stay here?”

“As long as it takes. And keep your voice down. It's a hospital.”

As long as it takes turned out to be an hour and a half. Through which time Mary had groaned, moaned, used Frank’s legs as a climbing frame, which Fliss noticed he had expertly ignored simply slouching in his seat, legs apart as Mary draped herself over them. Eventually she had curled up next to Fliss and laid her head on her lap, dozing off.

Fliss was busy reading something on her emails when she heard a bit of a commotion and the group at the other side of the waiting room all stood up. Frank’s eyes flew to them and then he gently gave Fliss a smile before he nudged Mary awake.

She blinked and watched as a man walked into the waiting room dressed in scrubs, a huge smile on his face.

“It's a boy.” he announced and the group erupted into cheers. Fliss glanced down at Mary who was watching in awe as everyone started to congratulate the man, all crying, sobbing with happiness, cheering, praising the lord.

“That's exactly how it was when you were born.” Frank spoke softly and Fliss then understood. He was showing Mary that she was loved, that she was wanted.

“This happy?” Mary asked

“This happy.” Frank confirmed.

“Who came out and told everybody?” she asked, and Frank leaned over gently brushing her hair behind her ear.

“I did.”

The emotion of the moment got to Fliss and her eyes watered. Frank raised his head and they shared a look as he smiled and she smiled back before Mary piped up.

“Can we stay for another?”

So they did, and when the next family all celebrated Mary jumped up, heading over to the group. They all smiled at her as she was swept into their celebrations. Fliss reached over and gently took Frank’s hand, giving his fingers a squeeze, a gesture he returned until Mary came back and pulled Fliss over to the group with her. Frank leaned back and watched as Fliss simply smiled and wiped her eyes as she congratulated the family and he let out a sigh, swallowing slightly, lost in his thoughts.

Eventually the family all dispersed to go and see their new arrival and he told Mary that it was too late to stay for another. She fell asleep on the way home against Fliss and when they got home it was a careful manoeuvre to get her out of the car without waking her up. He gently placed her in bed before he walked Fliss down to her car.

“Thank you.” he broke the silence.  “You were amazing before. You’re just amazing full stop.” he said, trailing off.

She blushed slightly and tucked her hair behind her ears.

“I mean it Lissy…” he sighed, “You just…”

He hesitated for a second before he reached out and gently placed his hand on her hip, pulling her softly towards him

“Frank.” she protested softly as his face dropped towards hers, her hands gently on his chest keeping him away from her “Look, I, ”

“I’m sorry.” he swallowed, his head dropping as he sighed at her rejection “You don’t have to explain.”

“It’s not even three weeks ago you were in bed with another woman.” she looked at him and he grimaced, pulling away.

“I know and I really wish that hadn’t happened” he sighed, the hand that had been on her hip moved and ran through his hair “My head was fucked and…”

“How do I know it isn’t now?”  Fliss looked at him “How do I, or you for that matter, know that this…” she gestured between them with her hand “…isn’t just an emotional response to what’s going on as well?”

“Because it’s not.” he shook his head, his eyes not leaving hers as he drove his message home “I care about you Fliss, more than just as friends, and I’m kicking myself now because what I did means you don’t believe me.”

“It’s not that I don’t believe you.” she took deep breath, as she looked down at her hands, the fingers of her right hand fiddling with her left. “And it’s not that I don’t feel the same.” She looked up at him, her voice quiet.

At her words a soft smile formed on his face as she continued to talk.

“But right now, you need to concentrate on Mary, and getting through this week.”

He nodded, swallowing “Yeah, I know, you’re right.”

She smiled, and reached up, taking his face in her soft hands. “But I promise you I’m not going anywhere.” her eyes locked onto his “And whatever this is,” she gestured between them once more, “if it’s right, then it’ll still be there when this is all over.”

She stood on her tip toes to place a gentle kiss to side of his mouth and he leaned down, pressing  his forehead against hers, his eyes closed as he swallowed. They stayed like that for a moment until Fliss backed away gently, squeezing his hand.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” he frowned

“Yeah, the Wicked Witch of The West is testifying is she not?”

Frank gave a huff of a laugh “Yeah she is.” “Like I said, you’re not alone. I’ll see you in the morning.”

He watched her climb in her car and waited until the tail lights had disappeared before he turned and headed inside. Finally all the cards were on the table, and it hadn’t been a rejection, quite the opposite actually.

For the first time in days, Frank slept soundly that night.

**** Chapter 8

#riding high #frank adler #frank adler x ofc #frank adler x original female character #gifted #gifted fan fic

[dizzydancingdreamer]

My Just Dance Playlist and who I would battle against / team up with in order to remain the champ

Hey lovelies so I— like usual— am procrastinating so I have decided— at the behest of literally no one— to extensively go through my workout Just Dance Playlist and explain in depth who I would 1 v 1 against, why I would pick them, and why I would— most likely— win.

PSA: This will be very biased and will literally be me bragging about how I would win at Just Dance every time with very little factual proof (because, really, how am I getting this proof?) and then literally me being self absorbed for the entirety of this essay length post— a girl’s gotta’ self care you know?

This is also lowkey practice for a fic I’ll be putting out at the start of Dinner at Dizzy’s so stay tuned it’ll be a fun one

Sorry in advance for the 2.4k essay of me being self obsessed

Also the links are just vids of the choreo in case you’re invested

Into The Unknown | Idina Menzel

This is a warm up song— like if I don’t do this one to stretch I’ll literally die— but definitely Wanda because we’re both soft (don’t fight me on this— I just know she’s a soft girl and would LOVE Just Dance). I don’t think I would aim to win on this one— I like her too much and, again, this is a warm up. She would definitely sing along with me too. If Sam was in a good mood he would also join in on this one— he has two nephews and is fun as fuck so I do not doubt he knows all the words and would be all in. Honestly this song is a warm up so anyone could join and I wouldn’t aim to win— unless it was Tony— because the man’s ego is perhaps the only one bigger than mine— or Steve— because I don’t know why I just think it would be cute to watch the man fumble because he 100% can’t dance beyond the slow dances.

Let It Go | Idina Menzel

Okay so another warm up (yes, I need two warm ups) so again the same principles apply. Again Wanda would be all over this one and I would go as far as to say Pietro— fuck off he is an Avenger and in my head he’s still very much alive— would join in too because he’s like a puppy. I would make Bucky do it too— cue the pout because he would try to say no and nope, no sir, you’re playing— because, uh hello, super soldier dancing to Disney songs. I think I would pull Nat in too because she needs a little push and once she’s in she’d be fully in— and, duh, I want a sexy woman assassin to dance with me.

Bad Romance | Lady Gaga

This isn’t my favorite song but— lucky for me— it’s a group song with three dancers so it won’t make me look bad right away. I would pull my sexy girl gang and get Nat and Wanda in on the action. I feel like Nat would be in the front— because, again, hello sexy— and not to mention that I feel like her skills would make her able to easily adapt to the moves— and then Wanda and I would just be chilling in the back, giggling and being cute. This is Nat’s moment— can you tell I only get competitive against the men? Fuck trying to beat Nat, I’m using this time to absorb the sexiness— I will be needing it for later on in this playlist.

Hot N Cold | Katy Perry

OKAY THIS IS ARGUABLY MY FAVOURITE SONG ON MY PLAYLIST! This is 100% my best song. Like “perfects” across the board every single time. I have it memorized and if this song ever comes on in public I’ll be fucked because I’ll have to dance to it and look dumb. Anyway— given that this is my best song— Sam. I can afford to throw him in here because— despite the fact that I know this man has literally all the moves— I have this song ingrained in the essence of my soul. It would probably be a semi-close race but I have the added bonus of knowing the tricks of the choreography. He may be skilled but I am obsessive and have poured hours into this song. I would probably laugh when he loses because of the adrenaline (again, it was close, my heart would be pounding). This is dirty and strategic but this is about me winning and nothing else. Better luck next time babes— rematch anytime.

Girlfriend | Avril Lavigne

MY THIRD FAVOURITE SONG— JUST LIKE BEFORE THIS IS IN MY SOUL! I have actually spent a lot of time thinking about this. I could use this song to knock out a more skilled dancer— Tony, Sam (again), Pietro (you know I’m right)— but I have made the executive decision to pull Steve in on this one. Clearly it has nothing to do with skillful planning on this one— I would 110% win this game— but rather it has everything to do with the fact that I want to look this man in the eye and mouth “Hell yeah, I'm the motherfucking princess” and watch him get flustered and maybe tell me not to swear. Clint would laugh and that’s more than enough motivation for me. I also want to giggle and stare at the super soldier the entire time because I can hit the moves with my eyes closed and he would be flicking his eyes between the screen and me wondering how on EARTH I got so good at this. SO CUTE!

California Gurls | Katy Perry

THIS IS THE ONE THAT IS TIED WITH HOT N’ COLD FOR FIRST! I’m good good at this one. I grew up on Snoop Dogg and I fully believe that is why I am so good at this song. Anyway Pietro— without a doubt in my mind Pietro would kill this song (or in the very least try to kill it) and I’m not worried about losing because of the sheer amount of gameplay I have on this song alone. He would have the most fun with me and it would be the literal time of my life. Like I might actually lose this one just to see him get all happy and puppy-like about winning— LOL just kidding no I wouldn’t, sorry peanut better luck next time. You killed the hip wiggles though!

Forget You | CeeLo Green

Okay this one might not make any sense but Bucky. This is a hard-ish song but I think some of the moves really scream like old-timey and I think— if he could get rid of his pride for five seconds and let some of the fun-loving, silly Bucky out— that he would really enjoy this song. It’s fast paced but repetitive, the lyrics are fun, and I would be laughing enough for the both of us that he wouldn’t think about how dumb he looks because I’d be looking doubley stupid. Don’t let that fool you— I am a whiz at this song too. There’s a lot of jumping and spinning and jump spinning that entice that perfectionist side of me in a way that has driven me to perfect this song. This isn’t a heavily strategic move— it doesn’t need to be, he, again, hasn’t danced in years— but it is fun while allowing me to still win. NEXT!

Waterloo | ABBA

Okay two teams here, this is where it gets fun. This could go in a lot of directions. If Tony isn’t there then I would pull Nat— the gameplay is easy and she would pick it up within seconds. I would then pair up Steve and Thor because they’re both huge and clunky and would spend the entire time bumping into each other. Dirty but I’m doing it without regret. NOW— If Tony was there then we’re teaming up. I don’t trust him to not be on a team with me because he’s too competitive. I won’t risk it, not today, not ever— we’re eternal dance partners because I refuse to be bested by a man. Even a sexy, silver fox millionaire. The other team would be Sam and Bucky. They would fight the entire time. I can hear it now— “That was the wrong move, dumbass.” “You stepped on my foot, asshole.” — it’s a virtually flawless game plan. There’s a 1% chance they would team up to win against me but even then Bucky hasn’t danced since the 30’s. Foolproof.

Just Dance | Lady Gaga

I am AWFUL at this one but luckily it’s a group dance again. If I had to choose any song to take a break for— because I’ve literally just whooped Avenger butt at this point and deserve five minutes to sit down— it would be this one. This is 100% a strategic move. Love you miss Gaga but the choreography is WACK and I will not be losing. Anyway I will be nominating Tony, Pietro, and Sam— a dance battle of epic proportions and I honestly cannot tell you who I think would win. I can, however, speculate. Sam right off the bat would be a hard player to beat. I said it before and I will reiterate now— Sam Wilson has all the moves. But, that being said, Tony would not want to lose. Like at all. So I am pushed to believe that this fight would be a tough battle. Pietro I don’t think would try too hard to win but, then again, I just pitted him against Tony and, well, we all know how that goes. He has an ego too so honestly it could go in any direction. Pietro might be soft with me but against Sam and Tony— this fight might get dirty. Camera’s out people!

Gimme! Gimme! | ABBA

Thor. Like— there’s just no other person that I want to disco with. None. I want the blonde god up there next to me or nobody. Well, besides Steve because LOL yeah he’s not winning that sorry pumpkin we’ve already covered that. Thor I could simultaneously beat and laugh my ass off with. It’s a lot of tricky moves— ABBA didn’t come to play— and way too much variety for him to be able to catch on right away but he would also not care about looking like an idiot and might end up just picking me up and spinning me around because why not right? I would win and be happy.

Starships | Nicki Minaj

This is pure strategy— Tony. This is the only one I could beat him at because of the sheer amount of moves and plot twists in the choreography. There’s a lot of jumping, spinning, kicking movements and if you haven’t had two months to memorize it then you’ll be fucked. Even then it’s a long shot because— AGAIN THE EGO DRIVES THIS MAN TO HEIGHTS I HAVE YET TO SEE ANYWHERE ELSE— but it’s my best bet. If I could blindside him enough with the hip wiggling then it would be a sure win but he might see through the strategy. He’s smart— too smart. I would fight dirty— I don’t lose. Now, if Tony— again— was not present then I would pull my baby Wanda for this one because she would have so much fun and it would be 1000% worth it. Literally my ray of sunshine— let’s do fun girl things like dance to Nikci like the entire team isn’t watching. Clint and Sam would be singing along— that’s canon. Nat would be filming and cheering. The super soldiers, iron boy (assuming he’s sitting this one out), the fast one, and the gods would be slack jawed. It doesn’t get better

Maneater | Nelly Furtado

I can’t even explain how long I’ve had the plan for this one. Too long. Remember the sexiness I was talking about? Yeah— here’s where I’m gonna’ need it. This is ALSO one of my favourite songs on this playlist because of how sexy I feel dancing to it. The moves are *chefs kiss* so fucking amazing I could cry. I feel like a maneater when I dance to this and that is a blessed feeling. Anyway— I will be pulling two people for this song and those people are Clint and Nat. I think Clint— contrary to popular belief— is secure enough to have fun dancing to this and, also, not to mention the most important part— whoever wins gets to take me on a date. The big guns. Literally it’s a foolproof plan. First, I can’t lose because this choreography is hard as fuck for beginners and I have been practicing and perfecting it for months. Second, the fight between Nat and Clint would be so fucking entertaining. They’re skilled, agile, sleek assassins who would literally dance to Nelly Furado like their lives depended on it. I think what’s even funnier is that Nat is for sure the better dancer but I just know Clint is a) only a fraction less better than her and b) would be trying SO HARD to win. Like I wouldn’t put it past him to not play dirty. I am cute, after all. His 6’3” ass would be sweating trying to get my 5’2” ass on that date.

Good Feeling | Flo Rida

Clint, baby, knowing full well you could have possibly just lost the last round to Nat, I will give you one more chance— mainly because this whole song is a vibe and the choreography is so much fun and there’s a handful of moves that I both want to do in sync with you but also want to laugh watching as you flounder them. Clearly as a stealthy archer assassin I am testing my luck with this one but he just doesn’t know the in depth ins and outs of this choreo. He doesn’t know about the like seventeen hundred bridges that this song has and the robot moves in the middle. So I’ll wrack up those extra points where needed. Honestly if you only click one link make it this one— I can’t describe how fun this would be with him. Competitive but fun. I have faith in myself that I would come out on top. He’s agile but I’d risk it all for the title of champion. Still, he would fight hard— that’s why I love him though.

How Far I’ll Go | Auli’i Cravalho

This is my cool down song but there’s someone here who has managed to hide his way into not playing and that is unacceptable— Loki, babe, you’re doing my relaxing song with me because the gods only know how much you need a break. I’ll look dumb because— believe it or not— the slow song trips me up the most. But it’s fun and it’s the reason I don’t have a heart attack when my chubby ass is done all the fast songs— so it’s necessary. It’s also slow enough that he won’t look dumb and thus won’t literally kill me because he won’t be embarassed. I would willingly lose to Loki because I don’t want to lose my life. It isn’t a loss— it’s survival. That and I think he’d smile if he got a good score and that alone is worth losing to this one (1) man. I also want to add that I think Clint would secretly love this one because you can’t tell me that a man with an aim as good as him doesn’t meditate. He does and he would perhaps beat Loki at this one. Rest in peace to the love of my life when the trickster god literally tears his head from his body but sometimes you’ve got to take the L baby.

#Steve Rogers #Bucky Barnes #Sam Wilson #Tony Stark #Clint Barton #Natasha Romanoff #Wanda Maximoff #Pietro Maximoff #Loki Laufeyson #Thor Odinson #Captain America #Winter Soldier #Falcon #Iron Man #Hawkeye #Black Widow #Scarlet Witch #Quick Silver #Loki #Thor #dizzy rambles #lol can I even say this #Dizzy plots #sounds more like it #mcu #marvel cinematic universe

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Heavy is the Hand You’re Dealt

Part 6

09/23/2019

Pairing: Steve x Reader, Thor x Reader         Word Count: 5,300

Prompt: Imposter - Bearson

Warnings: smut, language, angst again, puppy Thor, just Thor really

A/N: This is for @youngmoneymilla​ ‘s 5K Writing Challenge. Enjoy. Smut. Good smut I hope? The dam finally broke. I’ve been having such trouble getting this chapter out and I know it’s because of my mood swings but hopefully this means I’ve overcome it for now. If you happen to reblog, thanks so much for helping me spread my work. I know I haven’t been replying to all comments but I do read them all and they make me so flippin happy. Please continue to let me know what you love and what you think. It means so much to me. xoxo

Steve is shameless.

Not only does he come back for you. But he also decides, after your little display of affection and love proclamation with Thor in the common room, that he’s going to leave without telling you.

He tries to anyway.

A digital ding from your phone pulls you out of your drifting. You’d been on the edge of sleep, Thor’s arms are wrapped around your waist, his head nuzzled in against your neck. As you pull your arm back from around his massive shoulders, he groans in complaint.

“It’s late.” He mumbles, more asleep than awake.

“Keep sleeping.” You whisper to him, kissing his head before turning onto your side to reach for your phone.

You blink against the blinding white of the display as you navigate against the burn of your retinas until you find your messages.

Bucky: He’s leaving. Correction. He’s sneaking off. Bruce’s lab.

You almost scoff but instead stare at the screen silently.

“Thor?” You check, but he breathes in heavily and breathes out slowly. “Puppy?”

You turn in his arms which have loosened a bit.

“Thor, Steve is leaving.” You whisper to him.

He frowns and pulls you closer, chest to chest, his nose buried against your throat. You’d been holding him, so he’s a little lower on the bed than you. His feet dangling over the edge. You need to get a bigger bed.

“I should go see him.” You whisper again, and this time, Thor opens his eyes. “He can’t just leave like this.”

He’s staring at your chest, silently waging a war in his head. When he looks up at you, his one blue and one amber eyes are dulled from the spark that had ignited them last night on the sofa when he’d played you his song and then you’d told him you love him.

“Hey,” You begin, softly pushing back the hair of his beard, tucking strands of his golden hair behind his ear—he shuts his eyes as your fingers graze his scalp and pulls you back against him, burying his face against your chest. “I’m just going to say goodbye.”

Shit, maybe you shouldn’t go?

He speaks, his warm breath warming the front of your pajama top. You can’t make out what he says because his lips are buried between your breasts. All you hear is a mumbling, accompanied by the deep hum that reverberates in your chest as he speaks.

“What?”

He pulls back, searching. “I’ll wait here.”

His lips are contorted into a small pout. It’s so slight that you’d have to be anyone else to not see it. You can also tell that it’s not out of anger but rather fear.

“I’ll come right back to you.” You promise him.

“Would it be terrible of me to admit that I’d rather you stayed?” Thor asks, and you’ve made up your mind. You’re not going.

“I won’t go.”

“No.” He gasps, shocked by your declaration. “No. You must go.”

“I don’t have to.”

“But you do. I know that you probably still have things to say to him and he will want to tell you goodbye. Wish us congratulations on the little one that does not exist.” He says, your heart aching.

You’ve seen the way he looks down at your stomach in disappointment every now and then.

You cup his cheeks, pulling him close to kiss his lips. Just a peck that makes a low quiet smack as you pull away.

“I’m just not ready, Thor. But…I’m not saying no.” You need to get used to this idea that you actually have a future again. A real one. One with marriage? Kids?

For so long you’ve contemplated and accepted the fact that this job is all your life would be. You’d accepted it. You even liked it a bit.

You want to keep saving people.

You’re no one special, mind you. No powers. No particularly amazing skill. You aren’t naturally good at anything other than being passionate and throwing yourself into whatever project you choose.

And that’s seemed like enough until now. You’ve taken down more bad guys this year than all four field S.T.R.I.K.E. teams combined.

You like the joy that you feel when you know that you’ve made someone’s life safer. Better.

You keep tabs on the areas that you’ve cleared. The village where you’d almost died, the one that gave you your big scar, has prospered since your mission there. The schools are full again. The market is thriving.

It makes you happy.

You’ll keep chasing that joy until you must stop. Only, now you can have Thor at your side. That makes you happy too. Such a sweet bliss it brings you. Warm and fulfilling. A whole new piece of the puzzle.

You love him so much it hurts. How had it happened so quickly?

You stroke his hair, moving it away from his forehead with a soft gentle grazing with the pads of your fingertips.

“I know. And I don’t want you to think that I am trying to pressure you into anything. We have only been together a couple of months. Even if I know that you are going to be my wife someday, I want to enjoy every moment I have with you. But…I need you to know something.” He finishes ominously, looking down at your chest.

“What?” You wonder, suddenly worried.

He looks up to meet your eyes once again. “You are mine. And I am yours. I will follow you into any battle. Any challenge. With Mjolnir, we might even be able to grow old together. Which reminds me, I really need you to stay worthy so, if you could somehow manage to keep from corrupting yourself, I’d very much appreciate it.”

You chuckle, shutting your eyes as his lips part into a wry smile at his request.

“I’ll try my best.” You shake your head, meeting his gaze again.

“I mean it, little dove.” He relaxes his smile; he means what he’s saying. “You are mine and I need you. If you cannot be at my side, then I shall be at yours. If you must go somewhere, I will follow. I don’t want to be parted from you. Ever, if we can help it. You are my mooring post and I your sturdy ship. I love you. I know I’ve said it to you a hundred times in the last week and especially since last night, but I mean every iteration.”

He reaches up to tuck your hair back, caressing the back of your head as you bring your hand up to touch his. “I love you.”

You want to say it back. You want to tell him that you love him, because you really do! You love him and who you are when you’re with him and what you give him and the fact that you can make him happy and it seems like he’s so satisfied with you that he could never want for anything more in his life.

And though you may really want to let him know all of this, that he’s the anchor keeping you from bolting again, all you can do is kiss him.

You press your lips to his and he returns the kiss eagerly. Although you hate to do it, you cut it short, pulling back after only two seconds. Resting your forehead against his, you keep your eyes shut.

This would be the perfect time to make sure that he knows that you love him.

Instead, you say, “I’ll be back.”

You get up and make for the door.

“Good luck.” He tells you a little sadly as you hesitate over the threshold.

With a look back at him, laying on his side, hand slowly caressing the spot you’d just been in. Moving up and down along your silk mauve sheets as he sends you a small smile of encouragement.

You cherish the sight, heart thumping madly for him. Your large imposing puppy, arms bulging, chest wide, tummy hidden by the sheets. His golden hair falls around him like a flare of light behind him.

Knowing that he’s here, waiting for you to come back helps you overcome what fear you have left and with a loving smile, you head for Bruce’s lab.

You nearly charge into the lab but slow down as you approach, listening to two people bicker. You can’t hear what they’re saying but you think you know.

As they come into view, you find Bucky with his metal hand held in front of him palm up. With the back of his flesh hand, he slaps his palm as he says something angrily. He’s dressed in his pajamas, soft low slung black pants with thin silver stripes and a plain white tank.

His hair is mussed which means he’d been woken up from a deep sleep.

In front of him, taking his scolding with a clenched jaw and a frown is Steve, dressed in that familiar red and white Quantum suit.

With a painful lurch in your chest, you’re reminded of the last day that you saw Nat and you whimper because you miss her so much and you wish she were here because she’d have told you if you are right or wrong.

Actually, you can kind of already hear her, “Steve’s a dumbass. He’s my family. I love him, and I understand what he’s doing but if you ask me, you’re much better for him. Really. If his mind was on the now, then he’d see that, but it isn’t. He just can’t move on. He’s an idiot.

“Y/N, I know you love him and I’m really sorry that you’re hurting but you’re better off. Peggy’s been all he can think about since he woke up after the ice. I know it’s not what you want to hear.

“I think maybe he was moving on with you, but—and I say this because I love you and you need to hear it—you would have still been his second choice. He’d be with you because she isn’t around.

“You deserve better than that.”

Yes, you damn well do deserve to be someone’s first choice. And with Thor you are. After everything you’ve been through, he’s your first choice now too.

When did that happen?

Steve hears your small cry and his storm blue eyes flash up to meet yours.

He blinks, stunned, then looks at Bucky. “You called her?”

Bucky drops his hands.

“You need to start delivering on the man that I know you are, Steve. The Steve I know wouldn’t run. Besides, she deserves more than to wake up tomorrow and find you gone again.” Bucky sighs.

He looks back at you as you step into the lab, fidgeting with the bottom hem of Thor’s big white t-shirt. Your pajamas as of late along with a pair of short dark blue sleep shorts underneath, just barely visible under the hem of the shirt.

“I’ll give you two a minute.” He says, then turns and moves out of the lab leaving you alone with Steve, six feet away.

You stare at him, taking in the sight of him, painful as it is. This must be what he’d looked like when he first left. An event you’d hidden in a closet through.

You remember wishing that the closet would collapse around you. Crush you. You wanted to be suffocated in darkness and in a way you kind of were for a while.

Not this time.

This time, you stand with your shoulders back, chin slightly tilted, and eyes unrelenting. The ghost of electricity making your skin warm. Thor’s and your surge. Both taste the same. Thor’s feels better.

“You were seriously going to just leave in the middle of the night?” You demand, angry again but also confused.

This Steve that you’ve gotten to know—this side of him—you don’t recognize him. He’s such a far cry from the man that Bruce had told you stood face to face with the entirety of Thanos’s army with a broken shield and a limp, fearless.

Where is his courage now?

“I didn’t want to bother you anymore.” He explains.

“Me?” You ask, eyebrows shooting up. “Don’t pretend like you’re doing this for me, Steve. You haven’t done any of this for me. You left me for you. You came back, for you. You’re sneaking off without giving me a chance to tell you goodbye again, for you. Because you can’t deal with this.”

You place your hand on your stomach to indicate yourself, but Steve takes it as something else.

He makes a face, a grimace of dislike and pain.

Then you remember.

Oh, that’s right. You’re supposed to be pregnant with Thor’s baby. Shit. You forgot for a second.

“I…” He begins, staring at your tummy, yearning and desire burning through his storm blues.

Slowly your un your hand from the top of your belly, down to the bottom. Caressing the fake life within you.

“Did you expect me to be waiting for you?” You ask, pulling on this thread because you and he haven’t actually talked since you’ve told him you were pregnant. “That I’d be pining and counting down the seconds until you came back? Did you really expect me to forgive you after what you did to us? After you took our life together and made it nothing?”

Steve begins to shake his head then his shoulders slump. “I don’t know what I expected. I didn’t expect to find you torn up. Battle scars all over your body.”

“These are trophies for me.” You explain. “At first they were proof that I could be more than just your girl. And I’d be lying if I said that it didn’t feel good. Knowing that it could all be over in an instant…my life became my nightmare because you were everything to me, Steve.

“The world ended for everyone else, but I had you and you were my world. As long as I had you, I could have faced anything. Together. Forever…or so I thought.”

“Y/N…”

“But then they began to mean more, these scars.” You trace one along your forearm, looking at it for a moment before meeting his eyes again. “Every scar I have translates into a life saved. Sometimes several. It stopped being about me and it became about them.”

“You can’t go out and do that stuff anymore.” He informs you, stern. It reminds you of him before he’d left you, the way he’d insist on you keeping safe. It hurts. “Not until-”

He gestures at your stomach, stopping after a moment to stare at it. You count one heartbeat. Two. Three. Then gasp as he closes the distance between you, his hand finding your stomach in a flurry of movement. You’d forgotten how fast he is.

With splayed fingers, he feels it, searching for a life that isn’t there.

He doesn’t know that though.

“I can’t feel anything.” He laments.

The tone of his voice breaks your heart as he stares down at his hand over your belly, his eyes watering.

Your own heart is pounding in your chest. Nervous flutters filling the pit of your tummy. Your anger disappears as agonized want takes over.

In this moment, both of you are in the same place. Both of you wanting what had once been so clearly in your futures but is now so resolutely out of your grasps.

He’d made that choice. Now he has to accept it.

“I remember thinking about what we’d name our kids.” Steve confesses pulling your attention as a sad smile tugs at the corners of his lips. “I thought two would be good. One boy, one girl. And I’d move you out to the suburbs. Buy you a house with yellow paint and a porch swing.”

You shut your eyes, seeing his home. The one he shares with Peggy. It’s almost exactly the same. It’s his house for you, but another woman’s now. Fickle fate. Why does it have to hurt so much?

Why do you still want him when you’re so happy with Thor?

A shuddering breath pries your lips, escaping with a broken simpering.

Despite the way things have turned out, this tells you that Steve had really thought about your lives together. He’d planned for it. Wanted it. And then abandoned it when his opportunity to be with his true love had come.

That’s one thing you know for sure now. You aren’t Steve’s true love. One of them maybe? To a lesser degree. If he’d really wanted you. If you had really been the love of his life, he’d have chosen you in a heartbeat. It’s Peggy he can’t live without. Not you.

“Steve…” You beg, eyes searching his face until he looks up to meet your gaze.

“I’m happy for you, Y/N. Thor’s a really like guy.

“And you’re right.” He confesses, nodding. “I thought you’d be here, just as you’d always been. Sweet. Kind. Loving me because…I never stopped loving you. I know that’s wrong of me. I know that I’m a jerk for thinking that way and for telling you this when you’ve asked me not to, but you’ve always been mine. You have been on my mind, every day, since I left. I’ve woken up at least once a month, with the ghost of your lips against mine. Is this cheesy?”

You would have laughed. If things were better, if you weren’t in agony, this softer and gentler and definitely dorkier side of Steve would have brought a smile to your face.

As it is, you find his words hard to believe.

“But you were always hers.” You tell him, shrugging one shoulder as your eyes begin to sting. “I just saw it too late. I should have known better.”

“I did…do love you, Y/N. I always will.” He whispers, passionate, desperate.

“Not enough.” You whisper back, the searing in your chest almost too much to bear.

Steve slides his hand around your side to the small of your back and he pulls you close, resting his forehead against yours.

“I can’t believe you’re having a baby.” He gasps, slightly happy but mostly still depressed.

You think maybe he might really mean, “I can’t believe you’re having a baby, and it isn’t mine.”

The sound of him feeling terrible almost tempts the words out of your mouth. You almost want to tell him that you aren’t. That you only told him that to make him leave. But what if he stays? What if he decides that he’ll fight for you?

You don’t want that. You want Thor.

“I love him, Steve.” You promise. “I love him so much already. I can’t imagine my life without him in it anymore.”

Steve pulls back to look into your eyes.

“And I’m terrified.” You sigh. “What if he leaves me like you did?”

“Thor?” Steve asks, genuine shock and surprise on his face. “Leave you? With his baby? Not possible.”

He caresses your cheek.

“Thor knows what he’s found with you. I can see it in his eyes when he looks at you because he looks like I feel.” Slowly, he pulls you flush against his body, cheek to cheek.

He slides his head down as he hugs you, burying his face into your neck. You can feel him inhaling, taking in your scent but you know that it’s not exactly the same anymore.

You smell like Thor. Not just because he’s all over you, but because of Mjolnir. Because you’ve changed.

You don’t return his hug, because you really want to. And you shouldn’t. And because it hurts. You wait until he pulls back.

You want to tell him that you’ll always love him. You want to tell him that no one can take his place. You want to tell him that you’ll never forgive him. But all you can do, is be honest.

“Can you do me a favor?” You ask him, licking your lips.

“Anything.” He gushes.

“Don’t come back again, Steve. Peggy deserves more than this too. Never tell her you came here. You’ll regret it if you hurt her and I’m sure she’d probably shoot you for it.” You don’t know why the story he’d once told you suddenly fills your mind.

Peggy had once shot at Steve for kissing another girl during the war. He’d been holding his shield at the time but, message received. He hadn’t known the shield would work.

Something tells you that if you had known Peggy, you and she might have gotten along.

Steve chuckles, smiling fondly at the memory, and nods. “She probably would.”

“Steve, promise me you won’t come back.” You beg of him, hands on his biceps now, firm.

He reaches up and places his hand along your jaw, his thumb stroking the soft curve of your cheek. He’s memorizing your face, forcing himself to never forget and it brings back the cutting memory of that last time he’d made love to you.

He’d had the same look in his eyes, the same intense gaze as he committed as much of you to memory.

Gods, you just want to really hate him…so why can’t you?

“I won’t come back.” He sighs, dropping his hands when you do.

“Good.” You nod. “Because if you come back again, I’ll kick your ass myself.”

You call Bucky back in and the two of you watch Steve step onto the Quantum pad.

“Don’t come back again, Steve.” Bucky warns with a bittersweet smile. “It’s getting harder to tell you bye.”

“I won’t be back.” He promises, then looks at you, staring for what feels like an endless minute as you slip your hand into Bucky’s metal one and cling to his arm for support.

“Bye, Steve.” You tell him. “Good luck.”

His lips are turned down at the corners, eyes glistening just like yours. He whispers, because if he says it any louder, you think he’ll probably cry. “Goodbye.”

His helmet comes up into place, and with a click of his fingers, he disappears in a shrinking blur.

You huff, fighting the sob for as long as you can before you lean your head against Bucky’s bicep and let yourself cry. One last cry for Steve.

“He’s gone.” You whimper.

“He’s gone.” Bucky agrees, sounding almost as torn up as you. “He’ll be happier for it.”

He says to himself.

“So, will you, sugar. Trust me.” He looks down at you, leans down to press a kiss to the top of your head. “You want to get a drink?”

“No.” You sniffle. “I want Thor. Thanks for waking me.”

“Sure.” He nods. “Night.”

“Goodnight, Bucky.”

When you’re back in your room, you slip under the covers and lift Thor’s heavy arm to drape over your torso.

He wakes, breathing in heavily as he looks for you with sleep heavy eyes.

“You okay?” He asks immediately, half asleep.

“I love you, Thor.” You whisper, reaching up to trace the shape of his lips through his bristly mustache and beard. “I needed to tell him goodbye before I could say it with confidence.”

Suddenly, Thor looks wide awake, pushing himself up to look down at you.

“I love you, so much.” You smile at him, a little sad but mostly hopeful.

He seems to brighten. His cheeks flush underneath his beard, neck all pink, chest puffed up with pride.

“You love me? Truly?” He asks, as he rolls you over onto your back and settles his weight over you.

“Yes. I love you.”

“Say it again.” He begs, leaning down to rest his lips an inch over yours.

“I love you.”

“Again.”

“I love you.”

“Once more.”

“I love you, Thor. So much. I love you. I love you. I lov-”

He crushes you into the mattress, kissing you until you have to twist away from his lips to catch your breath.

Gasping, you slide your hands into his long golden locks as he kisses a trail of electric kisses along your neck, your collarbone, your breasts, then back up to meet your lips.

He nudges your legs open and settles between them, heavy hands fumbling to pull your shorts and underwear down.

He’s already naked, preferring to sleep in the buff.

He guides your knees up, giving you little chance to breathe before he’s pushing himself inside of you.

His cock is big. So big. Even after months of being with him, you’re still not used to the girth.

He finally pulls away from your lips, mouth open as he groans, sinking into the warm silk of your cunt.

You’re so slick that he has no trouble.

“Say it again.” He begs, groaning as he trails kisses along your jaw.

“I…I…” You can’t catch your breath to speak. He’s pumping into you in long winding thrusts, hitting deep.

“Tell me.” He begs, voice almost aching with sorrow. “Tell me, my dove.”

“I-fuck…” You gasp, hands clawing at the skin on his back as he pushes himself up to angle himself up until he’s nudging you just right.

Your pussy clenches around him, a new wave of arousal making lurid noises as he pounds into you.

Finally, he stops, his tummy pressed to yours. Hard chest squishing your breasts through his t-shirt.

“Tell me.” He begs, electric blues staring right into your own eyes.

The intimacy of it…his soul searching pays off, and you’re made breathless again but this time from the endless overflow of affection that makes your body sing with bliss.

“I love you.” You reach up and push his hair back, trace his jaw line with your index finger, his beard caressed where it tickles your chin. “You’re mine. And you can never leave me, Thor. Never.”

He kisses you, gasping into your mouth, heating it up with the strong flavor of honeyed liquor. He must have had a drink while you were out saying goodbye to Steve.

The idea of him stressing over that breaks your heart.

You push his shoulder and he obeys instantly. He lays on his back and you straddle his hips. Not once does he fall out of you.

You’ve barely mounted him before you’re riding him, rocking your hips back and forth as he throws his head back with a moan then tilts it back forward to watch you rise and fall on his cock. He bites his lip, enjoying the way he disappears within you then reappears only to impale you once more.

“Oh, little dove.” He coos, biting his lip as he grips your hips and pulls you against himself to stab you deeper.

You arch your back, curling in on yourself as he helps pull you faster. One of his hands drifts up to trace your scars. Loving them because you do but also caressing them because he hates that you’d been hurt.

“Thor…” You whimper, then reach down to take his wrists.

You shove them up over his head, stopping your movements as you run your fingers along the taut sinew of muscle underneath godly smooth and golden skin. The shift of his biceps draws another moan from you, the flex of his pecs bring you down to lick and kiss until you find nipple and lick slow circles.

“I love your body.” You tell him, itching to ride him again but you’re enjoying the salty tang of his skin.

Something about this makes him growl and he sits up, removes his t-shirt off your body to expose your breasts, then wraps you up in his arms. He squeezes you. Pulling you flush against his body as he finds new grip on your ass and guides you to fuck him.

He’s grinding you down against him, your pussy constricting around him as he moves you roughly, his fingers digging into the flesh of your bottom.

You’re a mess of heavy breathing, gasping moans, mouth wide open as you struggle to find enough breath to make more than a whimper.

Thor licks your lips, a messy kiss as he shoves his tongue into your mouth to coax your tongue to meet his. He closes the distance, kissing you deep as he breathes in, exerting himself as he continues to lead you.

His hand slides down over your stomach, thumb finding your clit which he presses against hard.

You break the kiss, crying out as your body suddenly crashes into ecstasy. No warning. No slow build up.

You’re suddenly clinging to him, legs wrapped around his waist, toes clenched. Your fingers are claws, digging into the skin of his back as your orgasm takes you violently. It makes your body tremble, twitch, and spasm.

Thor keeps moving you, pressing against your clit over and over so that you’re forced into a second climax, less violent but just as intoxicating. You throw your head back and Thor’s lips find purchase against your neck, sucking and biting as he grinds you down against him harder.

He suddenly stops, sparks of electricity surging from him into you making your body shudder a third time. His hot stick warmth spills into you. Coating your insides while both of you fill the room with a blinding blue flare of electric light.

He looks up into your face, eyes wide open but both shining hot blue and white. And your own look back at him. Just as bright. Just as charged.

Your toes clench harder as he thrusts once more in his finish, when you wince and throw yourself sideways off of him.

“Ow! Fuck!” You cry, legs spread wide as you fall away.

“What?” He cries out, suddenly terrified.

Thor finds his way onto his knees, blonde hair sticking to the sides of his face with his sweat from your romp. He’s in a full-on panic as he hovers beside and over you, hands fluttering over you. Useless to do anything to help.

“What did I do? Have I hurt you?” He pleads. “Tell me, what did I do?”

“Cramp!” You groan, then whimper and hold out your foot for him to see.

Your toes are still clenched tight but involuntarily as the muscles in your left foot spasm painfully.

“Ow, ow, ow.” You whine and you see Thor deflate, shoulders slumping as he falls forward, hands on either side of your shoulders.

“Y/N…” He grumbles.

“Owwwww…” You hold your foot closer so that it’s nudging his hip.

He looks down at it then chuckles. The deep laugh makes your stomach flutter.

He sits down, resting against the headboard before pulling your foot closer. It turns your naked body to face him, legs resting over his big beefy thighs.

Slowly he begins to massage the muscles and you cry out from the unexpected pain, then laugh and cry at the same time as he chuckles again.

“You’re so dramatic.” He tells you.

He pulls your foot up to his lips. He kisses it, it tickles. You laugh.

“Did you just giggle?” He asks, chuckling again.

“No!”

“Yes, you did.”

“I did not giggle!” You laugh.

“Yes, you did. Look.” He pulls your foot up once more and kisses it again.

“Ah!” You yell. “Stop it!”

With a booming laugh, Thor reaches for your other foot and kisses that one too.

He teases you for a few minutes, pulling you closer until he gives in and lays back down beside you. Then on top of you. Then he’s kissing your lips again, your neck, then you’re writhing beneath him as he traces the shape of your thighs, down to your ass which he squeezes as he thrusts. His lips kiss your scars and the two of you come undone over and over while he begs you once more, “Say it again.”

“I love you, Thor. I love you.”

#eliza's 5k challenge #steve x reader #thor x reader #marvel fanfiction #mcu fanfiction #marvel au #mcu au #thor/reader #steve/reader #heavy is the hand you're dealt

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CSI:Rogers and Barnes- The Serious Serial Cereal Killer

Episode 2- A Sequins Of Unfortunate Events

Co written with @icanfeelastormbrewing

Episode Summary: Contains some sequins and a dumbass Steve as we flash back to THAT night (which is why most of it is in italics) and we see the real reason Katie’s a little pissed at him! Fasten your belts, this is a long one but we think it’s worth it. Episode Warnings: Bad Language words. SMUT (in an elevator and then in a bedroom) NSFW and no under 18s. A bit of angst and feelings and…yeah, stooped with two os. LONG episode but necessary cos, well, when is smut not needed???

Episode Pairings:  Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark (yeah she likes his ass in this episode but only because it’s mostly a flashback…and we challenge anyone not to want to shake him hard at the end!)

Song for Episode:  Slow Hands by Niall Horan 

A/N: This entire series contains dark humour (CSI + Brooklyn 99=CSI Steeb) Avengers and Stark Spangled Banner Easter Eggs and jokes. You don’t need to have read the SSB series to understand or enjoy this, but we’ve used the Universe to spin this off from so somethings might puzzle a few of you if you ain’t, but feel free to ask.

Also, our knowledge of American Policing and Brooklyn is limited, so bear with us if we slip up, but at the end of the day this is a fiction so we’ll claim any mistakes as creative license!!

Oh and I just wanna give some BIG recognition for my lovely co-writer…she’s written most of this Episode. (I just provided the smut and some editing coz I’m a ho!) And it’s beautiful and clever and she deserves some praise especially as English isn’t her first language!!

As always we live for re-blogs and comments  

CSI Rogers and Barnes Master List

“Hey Cap…” Thor nodded to Steve as he approached the bar where most of his team were stood, chatting.

“Hi fellas…can I get any of you a drink?”

They all nodded and thanked him, stating their orders. Steve turned to pay and at that point he heard Thor give a low whistle

“Holy shit…” he mumbled at the same time Clint also cursed.

“Damned…she looks good!”

“Oh for fucks sake come on guys…” Tony let out a sigh “That’s my little sister! Epically not cool.” Steve took a breath and turned to glance at Katie, his eyes widening. He couldn’t argue with Clint or Thor, she looked good. Better than good actually, stunning even. She was dressed in a tight, long sleeved green sequinned dress that was pretty damned short now he studied it. Not that he was complaining, particularly when she turned to speak to someone and he got a glimpse of how it curved over her shapely ass perfectly, leaving her toned legs on display, which looked even longer thanks to the patent black high-heel courts she was wearing. She continued her path into the room, her two-toned (“It’s called balayage, Stevie, you idiot!”) honey and dark brown hair cascaded over her shoulders in wave after wave of shiny, brunette locks which bounced as she walked, and he could see all the way from where he was that her eyes were lidded with some kind of gold sparkle and her lips were a dark, blood red.

Fuck! It was enough to make his pants feel tight. Really tight in fact. Steve thought she was pretty anyway, he’d be blind not to notice, and he’d seen her dolled up on so many occasions but tonight…well, tonight was something else.

She stopped, smiling and grinned, giving Romanoff a hug and the two women headed over to a table to the right.

“You’re catching flies…” Sam’s voice whispered in Steve’s ear. Steve turned instantly to look at him.

“No, that’s…I wasn’t…”

“You don’t have to pretend to me, man.” Sam grinned, taking the beer that Steve passed him as he dished the drinks out. “Pretty obvious you got feelings for the girl that go beyond friendship.”

Steve sighed and looked at Sam, preparing some kind of denial but he didn’t get the chance.

“You know she feels the same way, right?” Sam asked, “I can tell by the way she eye fucks you every time you’re in the same room.” “Sam.” Steve nearly choked on his bottle “Stop.”

“I’m just saying…” Sam grinned, “Tis the season for giving after all, if you get my drift…”

“Jesus…” Steve mumbled as Sam winked, turning to talk to Tony.

Steve fell into a conversation with Bruce, Clint and Thor about their plans for the holidays. Clint and his family were heading over to Minnesota to his in-laws, Thor was going to his Girlfriends seeing as this was the first Christmas his brother would spend behind bars, something that Steve could tell the man was a little bit upset about.

“You gotta admit.” Bruce looked at Thor, “Your brother…man, he’s not all there. His brain is a bag of cats.” “He’s still my brother.”

“Man, he killed 18 people in 2 days.” Clint looked at him.

“He’s adopted.” Thor shrugged.

“Did you forget the rest of your clothes or…” Steve heard Tony’ quip and turned round to see Katie stood in front of her brother. “I can see what you had for breakfast young lady.”

“Piss off Tony.” she shot back, and he quirked an eyebrow, looking at Sam.

“Rude.” he mumbled.

“I think you look great.” Sam said, “Doesn’t she Steve?”

Steve shot Sam a filthy look before he turned to his best friend, smiling “Stunning, as always.” “Smooth Rogers.” she grinned at him, making a deal of looking him up and down “Looking pretty fly yourself!”

He glanced down at the light blue button down he was wearing underneath a tweed blazer, coupled with dark Diesel Jeans and brown brogue boots before looking at her, grinning cheekily “Well my best friend is also my self-appointed stylist and she knows her stuff, what can I say?”

“You can thank her by buying her a drink.” Katie winked back and Steve laughed, turning to order her a martini.  “Gin…” “Not vodka, yeah I know…” he finished for her as she bumped her hip against his. She curled and arm round his waist and he found his dropping round her shoulder, giving her a friendly squeeze before they released one another.

As always happens at parties, everyone started to drift off to speak to people they knew and take the time to catch up. Katie and Steve remained at the bar and the party was in full swing by the time Katie finished her drink and Steve drained his second beer. She ordered them another round as Steve took a quick look around. The hip, rooftop bar they were in, The Westlight, was located in the William Vale, a 5 star hotel in the heart of the City, and it was crammed with people celebrating. This year the local authorities of New York had decided to indulge Brooklyn security forces and had decided to throw an over the top Christmas party for both 99th and 101st units of NYPD and the Brooklyn section of New York's Fire Department and had hired the entire bar. Katie had joked about getting a room in the hotel simply so she could pretend she was a right high-roller for a night and a day but had soon balked at the fact they were over $300. Mind you, Steve had to give it to them. The views the place offered of the New York Sky Line was something else.

 It almost made up for the obscene prices at the bar. Almost.

With a thanks he took the beer that was slid his way and they resumed their conversation, talk between the pair of them easy as always, and they launched into a discussion about Steve’s new car which he had collected earlier that day.

“So you drove?” Katie looked at him and he shrugged “Dude, it’s the Christmas party…” “Yeah and I can leave it here if I decide to.” Steve shrugged “It’ll be safe enough with the valet...” “Why didn’t you just get a cab?” “Hey, look, I’ve been waiting 12 weeks for that baby.” he said, looking at her “I wanted to drive it.” “You know, your obsession with cars is kinda a little bit sad” she grinned.

“I could say the same thing about you and shoes.” “Hey, at least my obsession fits in a wardrobe…”

“Yeah, they also fit in my hand when I end up carrying them, and you, home from a night out when you can’t walk in them anymore…” he looked at her.

She narrowed her eyes playfully and was about to quip something back when they were interrupted.

"Having fun Kiddo?" Tony asked and Katie turned to her brother as he made a gesture to her with his hand "Just roll with me." he mouthed.

Katie smiled and raised an eyebrow at him. "What's up with you, Tone?" she asked amused, sharing a side glance with Steve who was now also smiling at Tony's awkward face. 

"Shhh, trying to get rid of..." he was about to explain but was interrupted by an overexcited Peter Parker.

"Whooooa, this party is pretty awesome Mr. Stark! Don't you think?" he piped. "I mean, this is... Look at all those people, they are... there are hundreds of them, and the place is just..." he continued babbling while grabbing Tony by his arm and looking all around him.

"Yeah, you're very articulate, aren't you?" Tony deadpanned.

Katie giggled softly "Glad you're having fun Peter." 

Peter, who hadn't noticed that Tony stood beside Katie and Steve by the bar, turned to her and couldn't help but check her out in awe "Oh my God! Katie, I mean, Miss Stark, you look hot!" 

Katie started laughing like crazy after Peter's remark and Steve shook his head at him with a grin.

“Ok Underoos, time to shut up that squealing mouth of yours before I stick a coaster down your throat." Tony said glaring at him, picking up a bar mat from the surface and waving it threateningly in Peter’s direction.

Peter, who was now blushing fiercely, tried to come up with an apology "Oh, I'm sorry Miss Stark, you're not hot…”

Katie was looking at Peter with a raised eyebrow and an amused expression on her face, she had a soft spot for the boy. Tony was now getting annoyed and rolled his eyes "Oh, come on...." 

"Sorry, that's not what I meant, I mean yeah you look hot,... Oh, God... I mean, you look great tonight Miss Stark...." he stuttered and turned to Steve who now gave him a wide smile.

"Peter." he greeted the kid.

"Cap…Captain" he greeted back a mixture of shyness at his boss and embarrassment for the ongoing conversation he was trying to get back on the right track much to Tony's dismay.

“Just Steve outside the station Peter…” Steve smiled at him.

It was then that Sam approached the group, bottle of beer in his hand and moving his head to the beat of the music which was blasting from the speakers all over the club. 

"Is he misbehaving?" he asked Tony, Katie and Steve with a fake serious face."Are you misbehaving, kid?" he turned to Peter now patting him on the back. "You know you get cranky when you don't get your juice box."

"Yeah, kid's on a sugar rush." Tony quipped.

"Ok, let's get you some hot cocoa short stack." Sam offered.

"I'm not a kid Mr Wilson, you know I'm 21..." Peter started rambling again as Sam took him by his arm and both disappeared among the sea of people.

"If you excuse me, gentlemen, I'm going to greet some people" Katie said to Tony and Steve as she also started to make her way towards a group of people who were perched on a table by the large windows which looked out over the City.

Steve waved her goodbye "See you, later". And turned to Tony who was now ordering his third tumbler of Scotch and one for Bruce who joined them moments later. Steve found himself trying to pay attention to what the two men were telling him, but although he was nodding and humming in agreement with Tony's bragging and Bruce’s slightly more modest chat, he didn't have a clue to what either man was saying. 

He couldn't keep his eyes off Katie. He had tried but failed spectacularly. He was continuously gazing in her direction where she was now talking to her former friends from the 99th. Peralta, Diaz, Boyle and Jeffers welcomed her immediately, Jeffers standing up to give her a huge hug before he she slid onto the bench seat next to him, joining in the conversation. A few moments later, Boone from the NYFD sauntered over and the table greeted him and he made to sit down and join them, which was quite funny to Steve as he knew from Katie’s tales that Peralta and him had a long history of confrontations.

But what wasn’t funny to Steve was the next man that joined them. Steve hadn't seen him before so he presumed the guy was from the Fire Department, which seemed to be confirmed when he reached over, shaking Boone’s hand before Boone proceeded to gesture around the table. Mystery man then shook everyone’s hand in turn, but when it came to Katie he saw the man’s entire body language change and he kissed the back of her hand before gesturing to the seat next to her. She nodded, smiling and moved up slightly to allow him to sit down.

Steve watched as they struck up a conversation and the sight of the tall, well-built, really quite handsome man leaning over to say something into her ear was enough to send Steve to a place he had never been before, certainly not when it came to his best friend. Was it protectiveness, annoyance at the memory of shitweasel Ward? Was it concern about her safety, after all she didn’t know the guy did she? Was it exasperation at the guy's bold mannerisms as his arm curled round the back of the bench she was sat on, his entire body angled towards her? Was it uneasiness due to the fact that she actually seemed to be pretty comfortable around the guy and looked like she was enjoying the attention? Was it....?

Oh God, it was, wasn't it? It suddenly struck him like lightning.

"Are you Ok, Cap?" he heard Tony ask him. "You're staring blankly at us and clenching you jaw. I mean, I know the gadgets Brucey and I have put together are pretty awesome, but still..."

Steve swallowed thickly before he composed himself. "Excuse me Tony, Bruce…need to find the restroom."

With that he started walking away from the men, heading to the door that led to the outside roof terrace, not looking back. He pushed the door open, the cold December air hitting him like a sledge hammer, but he hardly noticed. He was too busy trying to make sense of the million and one thoughts which were careering through his brain, but no matter how much he tried to tell himself otherwise, it was no use. He knew exactly what that feeling that had swept over him when he’d watched Katie was.

He was jealous.

If he was being perfectly honest, it wasn’t the fact that he was jealous that had him so distressed, it was the realization that all those feelings he had been harbouring for Katie over the last ten years had hit him right between the eyes when he least expected them. 

Steve leaned his arms on the railing of the balcony and ducked his head between them, letting out a oft groan. His mind was wandering back and forth in time, searching a rational explanation for what he was feeling. But what can be explained rationally when it comes to feelings? He closed his eyes and sighed. Feelings developed slowly, didn't they? They didn't just hit you all at once in a bar in Brooklyn just because a pretty girl made one hell of an entrance in a tight sequined number.

He straightened himself and gazed into the beautifully lit skyline of the city, his analytical mind working at full speed, roaming through all those years he had known Katie. Ten years. Ten years they had been friends, best friends even. So close that everyone laughed at the fact that they seemed just like a married couple.

And now that he came to think of it there were those small things that would likely have given him away in the eyes of others all through that time. How he hated Ward for starters, he had never trusted him. How he would look away whenever he kissed her or even hugged her. Katie had teased him about PDAs making him uncomfortable but it wasn’t that. It was because those particular ones did.

He had never been uncomfortable around Katie, in fact he had quite liked all those funny little feelings he got when she laughed or teased him, flirted with him slightly in the way she always did. He smiled remembering how he had flushed whenever she behaved like that with him, it was a warming feeling that had made his cheeks red every now and then that he had simply put down to awkwardness or embarrassment. But it was nothing of the sort, it was just him having feelings for Katie, and those feelings had been there for some time now.

Almost ten years in fact. So, when he thought about it, it had been a pretty slow burn after all.

"Fuck"  he whispered at the realization Sam had hit the nail on the head.

What now? How did he act on those feelings? That is if he should act on them in the first place. What was that Sam had said? Did she have feelings for him too? Did he want to know? Too many questions and the only thing he knew for sure was that he wasn't gonna get an answer to any of them out there. He decided to get himself together, go back inside and play it cool. As cool as he could manage that is, considering that the scrawny Brooklyn kid he once was usually liked to make an appearance in situations like this.

He could do this…he could do this… get it together Rogers.

He pushed himself back from the railing and turned round

"Let's see how it goes" he whispered to himself before opening the door that led back to the bar.

He needed a drink was the first thing he thought while he made his way through the people, greeting some colleagues and acquaintances alongside. Yup, some Dutch courage…even if he still had no idea to what purpose.

He found Bruce, Thor and James Rhodes, or Rhodey as they called him, Head of Relations with the Press, by the bar. When he reached the three men, he ordered another beer from the barman gesturing with his hand.

"Gentlemen." Steve greeted them. "Enjoying yourselves?"

"Yeah, some more than others." Rhodey pointed with his head to Thor who had now his left arm and head slumped on the bar counter.

Bruce, who was looking at a certain redhead dancing the night away in the middle of the dance floor with Wanda, Rosa, Gina and Amy from the 99, turned to see what Rhodey was talking about and asked "Is he sleeping?"

"No, I'm pretty sure he's dead." Rhodey deadpanned.

And with that Thor snored and woke himself up, stumbling on the stool he was half seated. Steve scoffed and swept his eyes around the club searching for Katie only to find her still seated chatting with the fancy fireman. He turned around to face the counter and grab his beer in an attempt to calm himself and steady his hands. He saw Thor's now empty glass there, in an almost reflex action he took one of the ice cubes that still hadn't melt and put it in his mouth, munching it instantly, the crunch satisfying.

Bruce looked at him at the sound of his teeth and jaws grinding ice and with a raised eyebrow asked "What's with you and ice?"

"Childhood trauma." he said sharply.

"Yeah, I get it. I still have issues with green veggies." Bruce said shyly. "They still make me angry." 

"You seem quite a calm guy" Steve said now smiling at Bruce.

"No, that's my secret Cap, I'm always angry." Bruce retorted.

They suddenly heard a loud thud and looked down finding Thor, who had slipped from the stool, sprawled on the floor. 

"Now, he's dead." Rhodey said laughing while Steve, Bruce and Sam, who had come to the rescue, helped the big man up. 

"I'm good. I'm good." Thor said and started dancing to the music and singing loudly, and out of tune, to the song that was playing while giving a thumbs up to the DJ in the cabin.

"What's that awful noise?" Tony who had now joined the small group asked.

"Blondie here, murdering song after song." Rodney replied.

"Thor! Thor!" Tony called. "Thor, for fuck sake, will you please stop squealing? You think you're a full tilt diva but your voice is hitting on my head like a hammer!"

Thor stopped singing but continued moving his arms and head and stomping his feet to the rhythm of the music. Steve laughed softly at the clumsy ways of such a big man and when he looked up he smiled at the vision of Clint approaching them the team ladies in tow. 

"Heads up, everybody" Clint yelled impersonating some kind of MC, "Let's have a toast for the 101st."

"Sure thing" Tony said gesturing to the barman and ordering a drink for everybody to toast.

Steve tensed up when he felt Katie by his side, her arm brushing against the fabric of his shirt. 

"Having fun, Cap?" she asked with a playful smile.

"Not as much as you." he replied face-palming himself internally at his own reply. 

He saw Katie look at him with a frown and her mouth wide open. She was about to ask him something, probably what had come over him, but she couldn't as at that very moment Tony came back with a tray full of champagne flutes for everyone.

"Ok, raise your glasses everyone and let's hear it for the Brooklyn 101" Clint yelled.

"For the Brooklyn 101" everybody yell back clinking glasses and sipping from them. 

They all turned at the loud sound of a glass breaking and saw Thor grinning as he looked at the shards on the floor, before he glanced up and with a huge bellow shouted "Another!"

The staff of the club, however, weren't that willing to laugh at Thor's shenanigans as they came to gather the broken glass to avoid someone being badly cut. Clint, Sam and Rhodey took Thor outside to breath some fresh air. Natasha dragged Wanda and Bruce back to the dance floor. And Tony went to the restroom or as he put it, to take a leak.

Now that they were alone Katie pulled on Steve's hand and headed for a more secluded table at the far end of the club. He let her tug him along and settled onto the bench besides her.

"Ok, what was that about?" she shot at him.

"What was what?"  Steve asked trying to avoid giving her a straight answer, allowing him a moment to think about how he was going to play his cards. Was he going to play them? His mind was in turmoil. He felt a bit dizzy, he had had too many beers, he knew. Luckily, that nutrition programme he took part in during college had gifted him some sort of increased metabolism which prevented him from getting overly drunk, well, Thor scale of drunk anyway, that was unless he hit the hard stuff.

"You know what I mean Steve, don't play dumb with me." Katie was raising her voice now.

"I only said you seemed to be enjoying the company." Steve shrugged trying to appear relaxed.

"Of course I was! It's been a while since I'd been able to catch up with the boys." she said. "I was having a great time watching Peralta and Boone roast each other." She laughed. "See what I did there." She winked. 

Steve merely raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Oh! Wait.." Katie smiled amused. "You're talking about.... Yes, you are, aren't you?"

Steve didn't answer, he continued looking at her, not sure if he wanted to know more about the mystery fancy fireman.

"He's a friend Steve, well sort of, we hadn't actually met before tonight." Katie said softly like she was talking to an angry child.

Steve frowned, not understanding how one can be friends with someone and have never actually met.

"His brother in law is friends with Tony, freak scientists stuff..." Katie explained now. "You must have heard about him, Reed.... Reed Richards?"

Steve stared blankly at her, trying to match a face with that name in his mind.

“He developed a lot of the forensics awareness training new officers do.” she said.

“Ah, yeah…vaguely…” Steve nodded, the image of a tall, dark haired man crossed his mind.

"Johnny is a fireman, he works under Boone’s chain." Katie continued while stirring her drink with the straw. "He seems nice, we've only been chatting..." she suddenly stopped and looked up at Steve. "Hang on! Why am I explaining myself to you anyway?" she asked squinting her eyes at Steve.

Steve hesitated for a few seconds and was about to provide her with a feasible answer that would soothe her when he felt someone slap him on his back.

"Hey, Cap" Tony squealed and turned to face his sister.

"Been talking to Fury, kiddo. The Pirate says you're considering DC after all." he said looking at Katie trying to keep his legs steady and leaning on her shoulder. "Warn a brother next time, will you? You made me look like a fool." he slurred and turned to the dance floor trying to focus his sight.

"Hey, Bruce, good moves..." he said now leaving the friends sat there, walking off to join his team mates on the dancefloor, moving his arms suggestively over his head.

"What was that?" Steve snapped. "About DC? You've made your mind up?"

"I'd be stupid not to go. But hey, nothing's set up in stone. I'm just considering it" she answered trying to lighten up the mood.

"I didn't think you'd be serious about the role." Steve demeanour was getting bleaker.

"Why?" Katie asked frowning at him. "Of course, I'm serious, Steve. You told me there's no Sergeant vacancy in the unit, not as a Detective and I don't wanna go back to uniform."

"I know. It's just I didn't think they would actually offer it to you." he said now trying to sound as convincing as possible.

He wasn't prepared to let her go. To let her leave him. Not now. What if? What if history repeats? Peggy left him for the chance of pursuing higher ranks at the force. She had broken him and now he wasn't sure if he would be able to cope with Katie leaving him as well. He had known Katie way more years than he had known Peggy after all.

"You didn’t think they’d offer it to me? Why’s that, Steve?" Katie was getting visibly annoyed now. "Because I'm not good enough?"

"No! That's not what I meant!" Steve couldn't help but yell back.

"That’s the second time you spoken to me out of turn tonight" she said, her nostrils flaring. "I'm done."

Katie stood up and pushed between him and the table, grabbing her purse and stalking over the room heading for the door.  

Steve fumbled a bit and watched her go away. "Shit" he yelled behind gritted teeth. Slamming his beer back onto the table he jumped up and started to walk towards the door, needing to catch her before it was too late. 

On his way across the dance floor, well a straight line is always the fastest way to your target, he heard Tony say "Uh-oh, Kiddo rant scale currently at 7..." while Natasha turned to Clint and deadpanned "They need to bone and get it out of their system."

Just what he needed to hear now. Damned his better than normal hearing. Steve emerged into the entrance hall of the bar floor but there was no trace of Katie. He looked up and saw the light of the elevator signalling it was going down. With no time to spare he opened the door that lead to the stairs and rushed down two steps at a time.

When he reached the ground floor he was panting as he burst through the door into the lobby of the hotel and stopped in his tracks as he spotted Katie putting on her coat by the reception desk. Thank God, her stop at the cloakroom had provided him with a few precious minutes.

He walked to the reception trying to make up his mind on what to say. When he caught up with her, he heard her ask for a cab to the receptionist.

"Cancel that." he said to the receptionist.

"Don't you dare." she looked at the receptionist.

"Cancel it!" he said again, his voice this time stern.

“Grrr!” with an angry growl she turned and glared at him "Fuck off, Steve." she snarled and started to walk to the main door "You're an asshole." she said before stepping out and slamming the door, not caring if she nearly clipped Steve's face.

Steve followed her and grabbed her arm. "Come here." he said taking her away from the brightly lit area by the main entrance to the hotel to a more intimate spot a bit further along that was slightly dimmer.

Katie flinched slightly at the strength of his grip and Steve noticed and let her loose. "I'm sorry." he said raising his palms. "I'm sorry, doll" he said again. "Just talk to me, right?"

"Why don't you support me? I thought of all the people you'd be the most thrilled about me having this opportunity, Steve." she said wrapping her coat around her chest, a hurt look in her eyes.

"Of course, I support you." Steve said quietly. "You're an amazing Detective. It's not that..." he hesitated, not knowing how to carry on.

"Then, what is it? Explain it to me because you've been acting weird all night" she said her green eyes pleading him.

He was well damned fucked. Point of no return.

"When I told you about that opportunity last month, you were all for it so I applied, so what changed?" she continued trying to make her point seeing as he wasn't saying anything.

Steve closed his eyes for a few seconds and then opened them again.

"You" he simply said.

"Me? I've changed?" Katie asked not understanding what he was trying to say.

"No. Not you..." he paused before continuing. "God, this is messy..." he rubbed the back of his neck. "The way I see you." he finally said looking directly into those beautiful green eyes. “That’s changed.”

"Oh" Katie managed to mutter. She was suddenly silent, searching into his blue eyes. After a moment, which seemed an eternity to Steve, she stepped forward and whispered.

"Say it." 

"Say what?" Steve asked still looking into her eyes.

"Use your words, Stevie. Tell me what you mean." she softly encouraged him.

Oh God, that damned pet name…

"Can I ask you a question?" he said, licking his lips nervously.

"You just did, but I'll give you another go." she smiled.

He rolled his eyes but smiled back at her before saying "Sam told me before... that you have..." he paused. 

"That I have what?" she asked.

"That you have feelings for me." he finished.

"Oh" she simply said, her eyes wide. Her cheeks flushed and she bit her lower lip. "Did he? Are those gonna be his last words?" she said with a shy smile not losing contact with his eyes.

"Is it true?" he asked, a tinge of hope in his words, bolstered by the fact she hadn’t denied it. "Do you feel it too? I mean, when we're hanging around, when we spend time together? Because it feels more to me, like we’re more than just friends…"

"I feel it when you're not around, Stevie." she said gently, cutting him off. Her eyes still locked onto his.

Steve breath hitched at her admission, a shy smile spread across his face.

"Steve, I..." she started to say but fell into silence, her face was now really flushed and so was her neck, in the way it always did when she was feeling slightly awkward or embarrassed or excited.

"Use your words, doll." he said softly, smiling at her. His attempt to ease the tension worked and she giggled and looked down, tucking her hair behind both her ears before she glanced back up at him, desire now sparkling in her eyes.

"Steve, I've liked you since the day we met. I think you're the most amazing person in the world. You're gorgeous inside and out..." she breathed deeply before continuing "After everything, well you make me feel safe like.... like I'm home…I just never thought in a million years that a guy like you would ever look at me like that.”

Now it was Steve who fell deadly silent. He pondered Katie's words for a moment and gave her a shy side smile. “You have no idea how beautiful you are do you?”

She gave a soft chuckle, shaking her head as she looked down muttering the word “Charmer.” as he reached out and gently tipped her head up so she was looking at him. His eyes bounced across both of hers for a second or so before he gently tilted her face up, angling her head. The distance between them closed…until she was knocked sideways, stumbling a little. He caught her and turned to glare at the culprit.

“Heyyyy!” Boyle smiled, swinging his arms out to the side “Didn’t see you there…” “He’s drunk…” Peralta apologised, “And so am I…we’re gonna get food…” Katie nodded at them both and with the hand that was curled around her waist, Steve gently squeezed her hip.

“NINE NINE!” Peralta yelled, punching the air as he left, Boyle whooping and repeating the chant as he tripped slightly before they rounded the corner. As they disappeared from sight Steve bent over and softly spoke into her ear.

“Shall I take you home, Doll?”

“Thought you were never gonna ask…” she said, not looking at him. He squeezed her hip again and together they strode back towards the valet, reaching into his wallet for the ticket, neither of them saying a word.

As soon as she was in the car she kicked off her shoes and let out a groan. “My feet are killing me…” she said, placing her feet up in front of her. She looked around the inside of the car, not actually having been inside it yet seeing as he had only picked it up that afternoon and gave a hum of appreciation.

“It’s nice…not as sexy as your mustang but I like it.” she said.

“Sweetheart, I haven’t had that mustang in years” he chuckled.

“Yeah I know.” she sighed “I liked that car, I still can’t believe you got rid of it.”

“Thought it was time I grew up a little…” he shrugged, looking at her.

“You’ll be driving around in a Prius soon, like Brian off Family Guy…” “Piss off…” he laughed as she let out a chuckle, flexing her dainty painted toes as they rest on the leather of the dash.

“Where did you this one from again?”

“It was imported from Germany, now get your feet off the dash.” She looked at him, a coy smirk on her face and moved her long legs one by one, placing her feet in the foot well. How the fuck she made such a simple movement as much of a turn on as she did, he had no idea. Had she always been such a teasing minx?

The rest of the car drive was spent in a comfortable silence. Well, as comfortable as it can be with a semi-lob on. His fingers were impatiently tapping on the arm rest between them and Katie reached out and pulled his hand onto her lap, gently running her finger tips over his knuckles as his palm lay against the bare, warm skin of her thigh. His jeans began to feel even tighter and it was all he could do to stop his hand wandering further up her skirt as he drove. Every so often she’d shoot him a knowing look, her eyes sparkling, and he’d simply grin back, or try and ignore her, keeping his eyes on the road.

Thankfully her place was nearer than his so he found a spare space outside her block and climbed out, opening the passenger side for her.

“Thanks.” she said, her voice quiet but oh so loaded and fuck, it made his trouser predicament even worse. He walked behind her, up the few steps into her building where she unlocked the door and dropped her keys into her pocket. His arm once more around her waist, they waited impatiently for the elevator.

No sooner had the elevator doors shut than Steve's final tendril of self-control snapped and he spun, pushing Katie back by her shoulders. She let out a soft squeak of surprise as his hand slid up to the back of her head, fingers winding into her hair, holding her face steady. There was a split second where she gazed up at him, her eyes bright with a lust he had never seen before, and then she bit her bottom lip and he was done for. Their lips met and God it was everything he had imagined it to be, and more. His lips massaged against hers, softly at first but then he felt her hands sliding up round his neck as she pulled him to her harder, and Steve couldn't help the soft groan that left his mouth. He felt her lips curve into a smirk and he took the chance, tongue sweeping across her bottom lip. Obligingly she gave him what he wanted, and depend the kiss even more, her mouth opening to grant him access. She tasted slightly sweet, the remnants of her last drink invaded his senses as his tongue fought hers for dominance and holy fucking shit he didn’t ever think he'd ever been kissed like this before in his life.

Pressing into her more he moved his hands to gently grab at her hips, hands dropping to her ass where he hauled her up, pressing her back into the elevator wall. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he pushed up against her, hands gently creeping up the hem of her dress, fingers softly caressing the outside of her thighs and his lips moved from hers to the pulse point of her neck and she gave a soft, sultry sigh. Steve knew he was an absolute gonner and he couldn’t help but react to her noises and movements by pushing against her and the noise she made as his denim clad crotch rubbed up against the fabric of her underwear was fucking sinful. His cock twitched and somewhere in his brain his logical mind desperately fought for a shard of restraint because they were still in fucking elevator after all... But it was her that stopped, quite suddenly too. Steve felt her tap him lightly on his shoulder and he moved from where he had been softly nipping at her neck to look at her, questioningly, wondering if she was having second thoughts. She bit her lip and nodded behind him which made him turn, and he saw the elevator door had opened and a small, blonde woman was looking at the pair of them, eyebrow raised, mouth dropped in slightly shock. "Shit." Steve mumbled as Katie gave a very un-ladylike snort as he set her on her feet. He bent down to retrieve her purse for her as she straightened out her dress. She took the purse in one hand and reached for his with her other, lacing her fingers between his. As they passed she nodded to the woman and said her name, but all too late Steve realised he hadn't heard it as his brain was still trying to catch up. Not wanting to be rude he nodded to the woman "Neighbour..." "Have a good evening..." she replied, not even bothering to hide the smirk from her face. "Did you seriously just say neighbour?" Katie snorted as she crossed the hall towards her door. "Well I don't know her name..." he said as she turned to face him.

"What?" She blinked, shaking her head. "Sharon! I literally said it like 3 seconds ago!" "And you think I was listening?" He said, arching an eyebrow as he placed both hands on the door, palms flat at either side of her head, caging her with his strong arms. His face was inches from hers again and she grinned "You gonna give me a chance to find my keys or just kick my door in?" With an arch of his eyebrow his left hand slid into the right pocket of her coat, and he pulled them out, hanging them in front of her face. Not taking her eyes off his she reached out to take them, before turning around to slip the key in the lock. Steve gently swept her hair off her neck and trailed hot kisses up towards her ear. With a sigh she rolled her head to the side as his mouth grazed a path to her jaw line before he placed a soft kiss at the side of her mouth.

“Open the door sweetheart” he said, his voice low and she jerked back into action, turning the key. Steve leaned over, pushing the door open and she stepped inside, Steve following. The door opened into the hallway which was dimly lit by a lamp on the table to the side of the door. Katie tossed her keys onto it, along with her purse as Steve clicked the door shut, leaning back on it as he watched her turn to him, eyes heavy as she looked up at him. There was a moment’s pause before he stepped forwards, hands creeping up to cradle her face as he gently pressed his lips to hers, the kiss a stark contrast to the urgent ones they’d shared moments before. Soft, sensual, his large hands caressing the side of her cheeks and neck as she leaned up into him eagerly. The kiss broke and he ran his nose against hers, pulling back slightly.

“You sure?” he said, his voice a whisper, needing to know she still wanted to go through with this, cross that final line. Without a word she turned, tugging on his hand, leading him to the right down the hall towards her room. As the reached the doorway he pulled her back towards him, spinning her round making her giggle as she fell into his chest, his arms wrapping around her as he bent to kiss her again, the pair of them blindly stumbling into the room, which is when Steve felt a searing pain in his shin as it collided pain fully with the wooden doorframe.

“Mother fucker…” he cursed, releasing Katie as he bent to rub at his shin, hopping on one leg into the room as Katie laughed whilst a plethora of curses that would make a sailor blush tumbled from his lips.

“Awww want me to kiss it better?” she teased as she undid her coat and tossed it over the back of the chair that sat in front of her vanity unit.

“Oh, you’re gonna kiss summink…” he snarked back as he kicked the door to the room shut, smirking at the look on her face as she arched an eyebrow.

“Very presumptuous of you Captain.” she teased.

“Think we’re a bit past the presuming stage don’t you?” he said, closing the distance between them again, on arm snaking round her waist as he pulled her back to him. Her hands ran up his chest to the lapels on his jacket as she pushed it back off his shoulders and Steve moved his arms allowing it to fall to the floor. Next she was working at his shirt, tugging the bottom of it out of his jeans as his mouth claimed hers again, hungrily. He felt the soft brush of her fingers as she worked the buttons undone, pushing it open and her warm hands slid over the planes of his stomach, travelling slightly downward towards the buckle of his jeans.

“ah ah…” he said, breaking the kiss and grabbing at her hands. “Your turn…”

“But I’m only wearing one thing…” she pouted, looking up at him. “You’re like…”

“You have an argument for everything…” he said, his hands sliding up the back of her dress, feeling for the zip.

“Do not.” she shot back and he sighed in exasperation.

“Argumentative brat, as always…look, does this thing even have a zip?”

She laughed, “No…”

He reached down to grab the hem, her breath catching slightly as his fingers brushed against her thighs but he didn’t argue as she held her arms up to allow him to pull the dress over her head. Steve gently reached out to brush her tousled, long waves back off her face before he glanced down, swallowing at the sight of her stood before him in heels and a matching black lace lingerie set.

“Fuck…” he mumbled, his hands reaching down to her hips, pulling her back flush to his body, kissing her again. This time when her hands fell to his belt buckle and undid it he didn’t object. He kicked off his boots as she worked his jeans open, her fingers grazing the skin just below his waist band and he bucked at her touch.

“So sensitive for such a big, tough guy…” she teased into his kiss and he gave a chuckle.

“You know I’m a big softie really…” he said

“Nothing soft about this…” she remarked, her hand reaching into her boxers and grasping his painfully hard cock, causing him to buck violently in response.

“Jesus Doll, give a guy some warning…” he stuttered out between his grit teeth.

“Where’s the fun in that?” she shot back.

Unable to take it anymore he moved, stepping out of his jeans and backed her to the bed, hands reaching round to unhook the clasp of her bra. As it fell away he gave another moan at her now bare chest in front to him, perfect pink skin on display.

“God you’re beautiful.” he said, eyes locking onto hers.

“Bet you say that to all the girls…” she teased back.

He snorted “They’re not exactly lining up sweetheart.” “More fool them…” she said, leaning up to kiss him again, her hands snaking round his neck. They both fell back onto the bed with a soft thud, and he moved her gently so she was led under him. She pulled away pushing on his shoulders and looked up at him as she propped herself up on her elbows.

“Socks.” “What?” he frowned.

“Take them off.”

“Katie, I-” “Steven, I’m not having sex with a guy who leaves his socks on.” Katie said, shaking her head “That’s just fucking weird.”

“You’re killing me doll, you know that?” he groaned. He sat up, shaking his head and pulled the offending garments off before he crawled back over the top of her. “Ok now?” “Yeah…” she nodded, grinning.

With a roll of his eyes he dropped his lips back to hers and kissed her again, hands gently tangling in her hair as he held her face still, lips moving from her lips to her jaw line to that spot on the neck he had noticed she’d appreciated him lavishing affection on before. She gave a soft moan, and her hips bucked upwards slightly, drawing a soft growl from his throat at the feeling as she pushed against him. His mouth moved downwards, lips and tongue circling the swell of her breast before he gently took a nipple into his mouth, listening to her soft keens as he teased her, his other hand sliding down over the curve of her hip, fingers brushing the skin just above her panty line. Without a word he slipped his fingers down, over her mound and she groaned again, arching her back.

“Fuck…” she mumbled, “Steve…”

He didn’t waste any time. His deft fingers began to play, coaxing more and more wetness from her as he went. He glanced up to see her head was thrown back against her pillow, eyes shut in utter bliss as she bit her lip.

“Look at me…” he said softly, moving so that his face was hovering over hers again, fingers still working. She opened those emeralds he felt he could drown in and her pupils were blown with desire. His fingers picked up their pace and he slid one, then two inside her, curling against her spot over and over again. He watched as her jaw slackened as her back arched and she let out a low keen.

“Stevie…” she panted “I..”  her words trailed into a low gasp which turned into a groan as her back arched, her eyes fluttered shut and she convulsed underneath him, and he felt her tighten around him. Eventually she relaxed and her breathing evened out slightly and she looked up at him, a soft smile on her face before her hand slid up into his hair, bringing his face down so she could kiss him again.

Then it was a fast scramble to get both of them out of the last remaining, thin barriers of clothing before Steve nestled into the v of her legs, mouth nipping at her collar bone.

“Need you…” she purred into his hear and fuck, did he need her too.

“Need a…” he said, pulling back, fully intending to retrieve that little foil packet he always kept in his wallet, not that it ever saw the light of day mind, but she stopped him and shook her head.

“I’m ok, covered…that’s if…” “Yeah, I’m good…” he nodded, settling back over her. Her hand reached down between them, and she gently guided him towards where she wanted and as he looked up at her, a bit too quickly, his forehead collided with hers.

“Ow!” she spluttered out a giggle and he gave a groan. How was it that she’d managed to reduce him right back to that dumbass little kid from Brooklyn.

“Sorry…” he muttered, but she simply laughed again and pressed her lips to his.

“Don’t keep me waiting…” she said softly.

And Steve, never one for refusing to help a lady out, was happy to oblige. He worked into her with a steady, gently movement which made him shudder, dropping to his elbows over her as she gave a soft moan.

“Ok?” “Yeah…I’m good…” she said as he began to move, his thrusts slow and gently at first, hips rocking against hers. His lips met hers again in a sloppy kiss as she raked her hands down his back, nails digging into the skin, the bite of pain was like a hot wire to his groin and he gave a groan, picking up the pace slightly, her body moving with him with each thrust, skin sliding against skin, the soft sounds of sex and groans and whimpers filled the air and half the time Steve couldn’t tell whether it was her or him.

“More…” she begged softly, and he hooked his hand under her knee, wrapping her leg up round his waist allowing him to drive deeper and she gave a loud mewl underneath him as her nails dug into his shoulders as he moved faster, reading the signs she was giving him, his hips snapping back and forth with a needy desire, the carnal want he had for this woman consumed him and he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.

“Come on baby…” he said, his breath ragged on her ear as he gently sucked at that spot again, feeling her writhing underneath him. “I got you, let go…”

His breath caught slightly as she tipped her head to press her lips to his, the kiss heated and he swallowed the loud groan she made before her head fell back her hands gripping to his back as if her life depended on it.

“Stevie…I’m…gonna…” she managed to stutter before her mouth once more slackened and her sultry lament made Steve shudder as her body spasmed underneath him, her leg twitching as he gripped it tight round his waist. Her tight heat gripped him, tightening again and again and he felt the burning deep in the pit of his stomach, the surge of his own orgasm felt like it was rising from his very toes as he drove into her once more.

“Fuck, Doll…” he mumbled, before a guttural rumble erupted from his throat as his hips stuttered slightly before he made another few shallow thrusts until he collapsed forward, burying his head in her neck as the afterglow consumed him.

He had no idea how long passed before he managed to muster enough about himself to raise his head. She still had her eyes closed but there was a satisfied smile playing on her lips, one he couldn’t help but mirror. As he watched her face, the tip of his nose gently resting against hers, her eyelids flickered open and he smiled down at her, gently pressing their foreheads together.

“Ok?”

“Yeah…” her voice was raspy and she swallowed “That was more than ok…” He chuckled as he met her lips in a soft kiss, before he gently rolled off her, laying on his back and reaching down for the duvet which was tangled around their legs. After a short wrestle with it and a bit more giggling they both settled down, Katie’s head on his chest as he lay on his back, his hand softly carding through her hair…

Steve blinked, the sun creeping into his hotel room through the crack in the blinds was warm on his face as he roused into consciousness. Despite knowing he’d simply been lost in a memory he glanced to the side and found the bed cold and empty…just like she had done the morning after that night.

He rolled onto his back, blinking up at the ceiling. Two more rounds they’d gone after that. Once when she’d risen to get a drink, bringing back half a small bottle of water which he’d gratefully drained before she’d taken the empty off him, tossed it to the floor and then kissed him with all the ferocity of a woman in need, a need he’d been happy to once again satisfy. And then again when he’d nipped to the bathroom and climbed back in besides her, pulling her into him, her face gently pressing to his chest. She’d nuzzled her nose up along his sternum to his neck, then across his jawline where her teeth gently skated at his beard. He’d been rock solid again in seconds and as she’d pushed him onto his back, gently straddling him and lowering himself down he remembered thinking it would never get better than it was right then and there…

Steve gave a groan as his head pushed back onto the pale blue pillows of his hotel bed. He was rock solid now as well, the memories consuming him totally. It had been the best night of his life, and then he’d gone and ruined it all…

It was still dark when he woke, Katie’s soft body pressed into his chest, arms wrapped around her from behind, nose buried into her soft hair. Blinking he recovered his senses, shifting slightly as he felt her move a little. She settled almost immediately and he swallowed thickly.

Oh shit, what had he done?

He’d never thought confessing his feelings would get this far! No, actually, he hadn’t thought at all. He should have just ignored it like he had been doing for 10 fucking years. He was her boss…this was bad, really bad. Whilst there were no rules, per-se about relationships between colleagues, hell half the force was married to one another if you thought about it, but getting involved with someone in your command chain was a big no-no.

The more he lay there, the worse it got. If they carried on seeing one another, someone was going to have to move out of the department, and he knew that realistically would be her as it was easier to move a detective than a captain.

And then when you threw the DC opportunity she’d been offered into the mix…if she went, what then? It would end just like it had with Peggy. She’d find someone else, someone there…

No, this was Katie…she was different. He’d talk to her, yeah, that was it. They’d always been honest with one another, so as soon as she woke up he’d talk to her, explain that he did care about her, did want to be with her but they needed to think about how they worked it and … fuck, who was he kidding? This was a mess, a huge mess.

He had to go, had to get out. This was too much to process.

Gently he untangled himself from around her and ran his hands over his face, before he moved as quietly as he could around the bedroom, gathering his discarded clothes. He dressed quickly and efficiently before, with one last glance over his shoulder at her as she lay in the bed still sound asleep, he left.

Steve felt like crying. He should have stayed, should have talked, told her his concerns. Bucky was right, they probably could have worked things out, even with her going to DC. Katie wasn’t Peggy after all. But no, instead he’d done the one thing he swore he would never do, hurt her. He’d left her before she woke, and then ghosted her for days, been cruel and effectively made her think that he’d only been after one thing.

And now, the damage was done. He’d lost his best friend and he only had himself to blame. With a loud, angry curse he swung his legs off the bed was making his way to the shower when there was a knock on his door. He padded over the carpet, glanced through the spy hole and seeing who it was, turned and hurriedly grabbed the pair of sweats that were tossed over the chair in the corner. Pulling them on he swung the door open and Bucky sauntered into the room behind him, paper bag in his hand.

“Morning.” he said, as Steve turned to face him. The Captain still looked half asleep, even if he was, erm, standing to attention, so to speak.

“Good dream was it?” Bucky said, nodding to Steve’s crotch and the Captain glanced down and gave a low groan. He’d hoped that the sweatpants he had pulled on would hide that particular predicament. Clearly not

“Did you want something?” “Wasn’t sure what time we agreed to leave.” Bucky said, offering Steve the paper back. “And I was on my way past back to my room so thought I’d check in…”

“You know breakfast is included in the room rate.” Steve said, declining the offer with a shake of his head “No need to go fruit foraging.” “I like plums what can I say.” Bucky shrugged.

“And to answer your question we’ll leave in half an hour, so if you don’t mind I need to shower and sort myself out…” “You can say that again…” Bucky sniggered, nodding again towards Steve’s trousers. Steve rolled his eyes and headed towards the bathroom. “Oh, Steve…”

The Captain stopped and turned to face his friend.

“Just so you know, water is not a good lubricant. Now shower gel on the other hand is, as long as it ain’t that mint tingly shit.”

Steve blinked, and shook his head “What the fuck, man? “Hey I’m just stating facts” Bucky said. “I got that stuff on my balls once…not good. Felt like someone had dunked them in chilli powder. Was burning for hours.”

Steve groaned and looked at the ceiling, shaking his head as he turned and walked through the door leading to the bathroom, slamming it behind him.

“Backed up…” Bucky snorted, as he left the room, grinning to himself as he ate his plum.

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The Perch - Chapter 1

The Perch: A Birds Fanfic

Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing:  Clint Barton x Sam Wilson

Word Count:  1919

Rating:  E

Written For:  Sam Wilson Birthday Bang.

Warnings:  None on this chapter. Smut and injuries on the series.

Synopsis:  During a mission, Sam and Clint are sent to the same spot for surveillance.  Normally Sam quite enjoys the teasing of his teammates, but Clint’s constant chatter quickly starts to get on his nerves.  As time passes, it becomes clear, when Clint’s annoying you, there might be something else going on.

A/N:  Art by @kishock-harpoon.  Thank you to @fanficwriter013, @lillianfromaccounting and @mumbles411 for betaing.

Chapter 1

“The two birds, sitting in the perch, watching the others do all the work,” Clint said in a sing-song voice as he crouched on the corner of the building.  He scanned between the four other groups.  Bucky and Rhodey sat a few buildings down in a similar position.  Tony and Nat were walking arm in arm towards the target, while Thor and Steve ‘subtly’ blended in at a coffee shop a few doors down.

“You’re a little too excited about this, Clint,” Sam teased.  He’d been focusing on the crowd.  The visor had been quickly cataloging every person and cross-referencing between known criminals.

“Well, I don’t get to perch with my bird bro nearly enough,” he said.  “Perch?  Is perch the word I want?  Maybe ‘nest’ would be better.”

Sam rolled his eyes.  “Let’s stick with perch shall we?”

“We can nest later… eh?” Clint said, the innuendo coated on heavily to his words.  Sam was pretty sure if he was sitting closer, Clint would have nudged him.

Sam was used to Clint’s flirting.  The guy flirted with everyone.  It seemed to be second nature to him.  Like breathing.  Or loosing an arrow.  He flirted with Nat like it was the only language the two of them knew.  He flirted with Tony to get him to come fix his stuff.  He flirted with Bruce to make him blush.  He even flirted with the girls at the Starbucks on the ground floor of the Tower to get free refills on his coffee.

Sam got it.  He really did.  He liked flirting himself.  He was maybe a little more discerning about whom he targeted.  But only a little.  He just wished that Clint realized there was a time and place.  Or at least for him to occasionally mean it.

“I’m not sure falcons and hawks are biologically compatible, Clint,” Sam said.  Tony and Natasha had reached the target and now the comms were noisy with the chatter of small talk as they eased them into a false sense of security.

“Neither are hawks and spiders but I still hit that. Hey-yo!” Clint joked, holding up his hand for a high-five.  Sam didn't look at him as he cocked his eyebrow questioningly.  As the realization of what Clint just said dawned on the archer he dropped his hand again.  “Don't tell Nat I just said that.”

Sam chuckled.  “We’ll see,” he said.  “I might save it, just in case.”

“Sam…” Clint whined, before sitting up straight and leaning forward a little.  For a moment, Sam thought he was going ass over head off the side of the building.  “Northeast corner.  See the guy with the bag?”

Sam switched his focus and tapped the button on the side of his visor.  “Oh yeah, definite HYDRA,” Sam said.  “You got eyes on him, Cap?”

“Yeah, I see him.  We’ll keep watch.  Just stay alert,” Steve responded.

“We two can sure do that,” Clint said.  “Get it, Sam?  Toucan?”

Sam stifled a laugh.  “You’re an idiot.”

“I like to think of it as charming,” Clint replied.

Sam’s eyes flicked to the archer.  He was smiling and for just a brief second, Sam wondered if the flirting was genuine.  Clint was cute if not a complete disaster of a human being.  He was fun to be around even if he didn’t seem to take things seriously.  Plus those arms.  Sam couldn’t pretend it wouldn’t be nice to have those arms wrapped around him. To dig his fingers into those biceps.

He pushed it away.  For starters, this was pretty far from the appropriate time and place to be considering doing - well anything - with Clint Barton.  Besides, it was just him.  Sam wasn’t even 100% sure Clint was into guys.  He’d only ever seen him with women.

Sam flicked his eyes back to the street.  Tony and Natasha had moved inside and the HYDRA goon on the corner had moved into a shadowed alcove.  Clint pulled an arrow out of his quiver and notched it.  Sam gazed over the street, the targeting system cataloging every person.  Nothing stood out as being out of the ordinary apart of HYDRA on the corner though.

“Did you choose a bird-of-prey as your call sign for the same reason as me, Sam?”  Clint asked, without looking over.

Sam knew it was going to be a mistake to engage.  He knew it was going to make him groan and roll his eyes.  He knew it.  But still, he couldn’t stop himself.  He needed the punchline.  He needed to hear the cringe-worthy piece of filth that Clint had most likely been sitting on for a while now.  “I got my callsign because the wings were called the Falcon. I had nothing to do with it.  But go on, tell me why you chose a bird-of-prey.”

Clint smirked.  “Because I like being on my knees.”

How Sam managed to not crack and burst out laughing then he couldn’t quite say.  He wanted to laugh.  Maybe if he wasn’t in full work mode he might have.  Or maybe it was just that he knew exactly what to say to top it.  “Maybe we should just call you the swallow?”  He deadpanned.

Clint completely lost it laughing.  “That was a good one.”

“Alright, alright.  Calm down, bird brain.  I know I’m hilarious.”  Sam said.

“Yeah, Sam.  You quack me up.”  Clint teased.

Sam rolled his eyes and shook his head a little.  “Come on now, focus up.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Clint said.  “I don’t like that goon.  What’s he even doing there?” 

Sam turned his sights back to the HYDRA agent.  “Yeah, me either.  Tony and Nat are still chattering though.  So I guess we better sit tight until someone says otherwise.”

“Or I could just -”  He mimed loosing an arrow.

Sam seriously considered it for a moment.  If nothing else, it would force everyone’s hand.  But reason got the better of him.  “Better not.  Gonna have to sit tight a little longer.”

“Aww, you say that like it’s a bad thing.  I like being up here with you,” Clint said.

Sam looked at Clint in his peripheral.  Logic told him this was just part of Clint’s little routine.  That he was hamming it up so that things wouldn’t get too serious.  Because if things got too serious this was real and their lives were in danger.  Only, he was sure he heard sincerity in his voice.  Or maybe… maybe he hoped that was what he was hearing.

He pushed that thought aside quickly.  He didn’t have time for a crush on Clint Barton.  His flirting wasn’t even that smooth.  He wasn’t going to get taken in by the harmless dumbass routine Clint so strongly clung to.  Clint was anything but harmless.

“Hey, Clint?  When you…”  He stopped.  He didn’t want to get into this.  Not here.  Here was a terrible place to try and figure out if the smattering of innuendo and annoying puns were just Clint being Clint or if there was more to that.

Besides…

Sam wasn’t sure if he had it in him again if he was going to be totally honest with himself.  He’d done the whole date the guy you served with.  When he’d watched Riley fall, it had felt like Sam had had his heart ripped out and dragged down with him.  It had taken him a long time to get over that.  He still wasn’t totally sure he was.  There were still nights he woke up with his heart racing, feeling helpless and broken because he’d been revisiting it in his dreams.  And the Avengers was like the Air Force on crack.  The fact they’d lost so few felt like dumb luck more than actual skill.  The fact a lot of them were supers definitely saved their lives more than once.  And Clint was not a super.  He worried that starting anything with anyone on the team would just leave him a nervous wreck.  To do that with Clint - the most accident-prone, least super of all of them next to Sam - he might just have another breakdown.

“When I what?” Clint asked, his eyes still fixed on the lurker.

“When you’re up here, do you feel more at peace?” Sam asked, covering the original question with something relatively innocuous.

Clint chewed at his bottom lip.  “Yeah.  I guess.  My head is clearer.  I like seeing everything at once like this.  I feel like I get the picture better.”

“I feel that way about flying,” Sam said.  “But with the added adrenaline rush.”

“Because you’re a fellow bird.  We like being up in the sky,” Clint said, matter-of-factly.

“What about Kiwis?” Sam teased.

“They’re only barely a bird.  They look more like potatoes,” Clint said.  “Besides, I bet they wish they could fly.”

“Well, that does it, if I ever see one, I’ll be taking it for a spin,” Sam joked.

Clint started laughing.  “I’d pay to see that.”

Sam looked over at him again.  That little niggling question of whether Clint’s flirting actually meant something other than him being his usual self.  Sam didn’t like this unsure, shy thing he was doing right now.  Normally if he was interested in someone he just said so.  He didn’t second guess himself like this.  This was not Sam Wilson.

“Clint did you…?”  He started, once again cutting himself off.  This time he internally cursed himself.  If he ever did manage to get this question out, Bucky was now never going to let him live it down.  If Clint was just being Clint, Bucky would rag on him for falling for the archer’s normal routine.  If Clint did genuinely like him, then Bucky would go on about how Sam had gotten all tongue-tied around him.

“Did I what?” Clint asked.

Sam waved him off.  “Nothing.  Never mind.”

“Aww, come on now, Sam,” Clint said turning to look at him.  “Don’t be like that.  You can tell me anything.”

“I was just wondering…” Sam said, but something caught his attention in his peripheral.  The HYDRA guy made a strange gesture and looked up.  Sam followed his eye line and in the building down the road there was a flash and shell tore through the air in the direction of Clint and Sam.

“Wondering what?” Clint asked, still staring directly at Sam.

“Duck!” Sam shouted jumping up and popping the wings from his suit.  There was no way Clint could run from this, but he had the vague notion that if he reacted fast enough he could carry them both to where the shell had originated from.

“That’s a good one!” Clint said, laughing.

“No!  Duck!” Sam said, running full force into Clint.  Clint stumbled and fell back as Sam shoved him over the edge of the building, knocking his bow out of his hand.  For a second Sam knew he had this.  He wasn’t worried at all, even with the sudden orders being barked by Steve in his ear and chaos on the ground below.  He had a grip on Clint and he was supporting his weight fine.

Then the shell hit.  The side of the building blew out, raining fire and stone out into the street.  The sudden change in air pressure along with the blast buffeted Sam, making him dip and his grip slip.

“Fuck!  Shit, Sam!” Clint shouted, scrambling to keep hold.  Sam tried to keep hold of him but with the way Clint squirmed, Sam couldn’t keep hold.  His fingers slipped from around Clint’s forearms and the archer fell.

// NEXT

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[igottoomuchwriting]

Sincerely, Me (Chapter 3)

Series: Part 1/Previous Chapter/Next Chapter

Homecoming was just next week, and Connor was not ready. If he could skip a whole week of school with no consequences, this would be the week he does it. Every year since freshman year, he didn’t dress up and without fail, there would be at least one kid from student council who would bash on him for not dressing up with everyone else.

Right now it was lunch time, and Connor and Evan were sitting and watching a girl talking to her boyfriend. Connor could tell that she was a freshman, and he knew the boy as one of the most popular kids in their class. She was showing him texts on her phone and was obviously upset, and the boy just kept looking away and faking care.

Figures.

“I don’t think I will ever understand the hype for homecoming,” Connor mumbled. “Why is everyone excited to sit and watch a game where we will have our asses handed to us, a dance performance where you can’t even hear the music, and go to a dance where at least one fight happens and three couples break up?”

“The drama?” he heard Evan guess. Connor shrugged his shoulders. Evan’s guess was as good as his.

He turned around so he could face Evan all the way, already bored with watching the couple. He saw that Evan had ate a little bit of what the school has given him and he mentally sighed. Sometimes Evan just wouldn’t eat and it always concerned Connor, even if he didn’t eat either. Evan had people who cared if he was suddenly sick and in pain because he didn’t eat lunch.

Besides, he always ate when he was high. That was enough for him.

“Next week is going to be hell,” Connor realized and groaned. Evan shot him a confused look.

“Why?”

“Everyone is going to be dressing up, and I won’t be, and I don’t want to hear the passive aggressive comments about how I don’t have any fucking school spirit.” He folded his arms and laid his head down. “I don’t need to fucking deal with that shit all week.” 

“Well, you won’t be the only one not dressed up,” he heard Evan hum. “I won’t be dressed up either.” 

Connor lifted his head up in consideration. That would be better. He won’t be signaled out if someone notices that he is one of the only kids in his class not dressed up, and if Evan doesn’t dress up, then no one will question why these two friends have obviously very different school spirit. 

“True.” He shot Evan a tired smile, genuinely happy about that turn of events. Evan quickly looked back down at his food, and Connor noticed his face was red.

Was he... blushing?

Connor’s smile dropped off his face. Does Evan know that Connor likes him? Why would he blush if Connor shot him a smile? Maybe he knows that Connor smiles at no one but Evan, and even though Evan is quiet, that doesn’t mean he is an idiot. It’s not hard to put together that the person that the school freak smiles at is who they have a crush on.

“Evan?” Connor warily asked. His head snapped back up at him. “Are you okay? Your face is really fucking red.”

“Um, yeah, um—” He started looking at everything but Connor. Bad sign. “Just--hot. Yeah, I’m hot. That’s it.”

Connor didn’t believe that for a second. The school was always cold, and with it being bad out today, they haven't even turned their heater that they use for the winter on yet. Evan is actually wearing a jacket today as well, so how could he be hot?

Before he could call him out, the bell signaling the end of lunch rang.

“Oh look, I have to go to class. Sorry, bye.” He quickly threw his lunch tray in the trash bin and rushed out of the cafeteria doors.

Connor watched him go. Evan’s answer didn’t help calm him down, so now here he was worried that his only friend has found out that he has a crush on him. If Evan found out, he wouldn’t tell Connor because he wouldn’t want to hurt him and that’s what Connor hates the most. Even if Connor asked him face to face, Evan would stutter and stall, and then most likely lie so that the situation wouldn’t escalate.

Anxious and upset, Connor stormed out of the cafeteria to his next class.

This was something that he’d have to piece together himself.

---

Connor has had a lot of weird things happen to him. He’s woken up from many weird weed dreams, has had both men and women flirt with him, he was even once called a butch lesbian by some random lesbian in the street. Though none of those things, or anything else weird happened during school.

Apparently today was the day that would change.

“Hey Connor!” he heard Jared call. Connor looked up from his locker to see Jared walking down the hallway, acting like he was cool shit.

“What the fuck do you want, Kleinman?” he snapped. Today was not the day that he wanted to put up with his shit.

“Don’t get all snippy,” he said with a roll of his eyes. “I just need to ask you a question.”

“Well make it quick.” 

“Are you gay for Evan?” Connor snapped his head to look at the boy.

“What the fuck—”

“Yes or no, Connor.” Connor couldn’t believe it. This kid who his whole life has bullied and been nothing but a dick to him has the audacity to ask if he is gay for his friend? No, his family friend. The family friend that he never gave a shit about in the first place.

“That’s none of your goddamn business, Kleinman.” He slammed his locker shut and turned his whole body towards Jared. “So stay out of it.”

“Yeah, that’s a no,” Jared hummed. Connor was fuming.

“Excuse me?”

“Usually it wouldn’t be my business, but since it involves Evan, the man I’ve sworn to protect—”

“Which you do a shit job at.”

“—It has become my business.” He completely ignored Connor interrupted him.

“No matter what you think, I’m not telling you shit.” He shoved past Jared, hoping that he would get the very strong hint that the conversation was over.

Of course, Jared has always been a dumbass.

“Look dude, I just want him to be happy!” he called after Connor. 

Connor stopped in his tracks. He turned around to face Jared, who hasn’t moved, with nothing but anger on his face.

“Yeah, because that’s what someone who has done nothing but belittle and boss around their family friend wants.” Jared opened his mouth to say something, but Connor continued. 

“You know, Evan always says that you guys are friends, but you never say the same. You are always correcting him, saying that you are family friends, which is a ‘totally different thing’ as you like to put it. Evan never felt that anyway gave a shit about him—” At this point, Connor was chest to chest with Jared, glaring at him. Jared was watching him with fear and anxiety in his eyes. “—and now you think to ask me personal questions because you care about him? You’ve never cared about him before, so you better get your cocky fucking personality and shit face away from me before I beat you to the point that all the dumbfucks here think you’re a new student.”

“I’m sure Evan would love to hear that you did that.” Jared bravely retorted. Connor continued glaring at him, but said nothing. “He has started believing that you are nice and kind—why, I don’t know—but if he finds out that you beat his friend to a pulp, then he is both going to be afraid and hate you.”

“You don’t fucking know that.”

“Who has known Evan their whole life?” When Connor didn’t say anything, Jared smirked. “Exactly. So, I’ll ask again.”

Connor let him take a few steps back from him, glare never lessening. 

“Do you like Evan romantically?”

That’s a nicer way of putting it. Connor held eye contact with Jared as he went through all of the possibilities that could happen if he told Jared. He could tell Evan, he could tell the whole school, he could get people to beat Connor up, he could do nothing.

“Yeah,” he finally said. He wants to die, so if everyone starts attacking him for this, it will make his death easier. “Yeah, I am.”

“Great!” he cheered. Connor wanted to punch him in the face.

“What, you gonna go tell the whole school now?” he hissed.

“No, I’m going to help you.”

Connor scoffed. “Yeah, alright.” He shoved past Jared, hands in his pockets as he made his way to the library to meet up with Evan.

“Hey hey, wait!”

“You can fuck off, Kleinman.” Jared ran in front of Connor and stood in his way, holding his hands up to stop him. Connor glared at him. “Move.”

“No,” Jared said confidently, but Connor could see fear in his eyes. “I’m serious. I know we don’t get along—”

“Wow, it’s like calling me a school shooter really puts a dent in our relationship.”

“Okay, yes, that was shit of me to do,” he agreed. Connor raised an eyebrow, but said nothing else. “But I swear I want to help. I’ve never seen Evan as relaxed and happy in all the years I’ve known him. It’s like…” he trailed off, as if he was trying to find the best words. “It’s like you bring out the best for him.”

“Alright, I know for sure he is not the happiest with me,” Connor snapped. “No one is described as ‘happy’ when their around me.”

“But that’s the thing! He is! He has loosened up around you, is more comfortable with saying simple things like ‘no’, and he actually smiles a real smile!” Jared looked exasperated. Connor could guess it was a lot of work to try and convince Connor that he is good for Evan. “I mean, come on man, you’ve grown up with Evan as long as me. You can’t deny that there has been some sort of change.”

“We’re all almost adults,” Connor mumbled. “We all have to grow up at some point.”

Jared let out a groan. “You’re not getting it! Evan is a little bit happier and calmer around you!”

“Okay,” Connor finally relented. “But that doesn’t mean he likes me as a romantic partner.”

“I know for a fact that Evan is not completely straight. He liked Thor just a little too much for a guy who admires gods.”

“Weird comparison, but okay.” Connor looked around the hallway, thinking. Everyone had gone to their classes, and as far as he knew, Jared was supposed to be in class right now. No one was around to hear their conversation, to hear Connor confess his crush to a kid who has hated him for as long as Connor can think.

What the fuck is up with his life.

“Alright, Kleinman,” Connor finally relented. He took a step forward, looking down on Jared just to remind him that he was not afraid to hurt him if he decided to fuck with him. “Since you’re such a know-it-all and know what to do, tell me what your brilliant plan is.”

Jared smiled, and Connor couldn’t help but notice how it was genuine.

---

Jared was confident that his plan would work. He knew that Evan wasn’t straight, even if the boy didn’t know it himself, and as soon as he was able to get him to figure it out, he would be able to get him and Connor together.

The only thing he was worried about is if Evan stays evident that he is straight and cuts off Connor, Connor will come for him and then he will have two people who hate him, even if one won’t admit it.

Jared hangs on to every conversation the he and Evan had about male actors, male characters in games. How Evan would say that they were pretty when they were younger, how he would have his male character be with another male character because “I just want to see if the game will let me, Jared”. The signs were harder to notice the older they grew, but Jared was still able to pick out the looks that Evan gave to men, because he gives the same look to women he openly finds attractive.

To Acorn: hey man is it cool if i come over

From Acorn: Sure. I’m not doing anything

To Acorn: i had a feeling ;)

From Acorn: What does that mean?

To Acorn: ya know

Step one was in motion. Get Evan to listen to Jared and see that he is one hundred percent bisexual. If Jared could do this, then maybe it would be a step closer to fixing he and Evan’s relationship. 

As usual, when Jared arrived at Evan’s house, Evan opened the door almost right after Jared knocked on the door. He always worried about leaving house guests out on the doorstep for too long.

“Hey,” Evan welcomed.

“Hey Evan!” Jared patted Evan’s shoulder as he walked past him. 

“What are you doing here? Not saying that I don’t want you here or that it’s a burden that you’re here. Just curious.” Evan anxiously rambled on. Jared just learn to either tune it out or to interrupt him. He remembers them growing up and Evan talking forever because he was worried he had hurt someone’s feelings.

“I have a question for you,” Jared started off. A sly way to begin.

“Huh?”

“What do you think about Connor?” 

“What do you mean, what do I think?” There was not stutter when he asked. When confronted with questions on what Evan thought about people, he would stutter, question if they thought he hated them, assure that he doesn’t hate them. When confronted about Connor, he doesn’t stutter and looks Jared in the eye. He has a daring look, as if challenging Jared to say something about Connor.

This boy has changed so much.

“You like him romantically, right?” That snapped Evan out of it. His eyes widened and he seemed to take a step back, shocked by the question.

“Jared, what?”

“It’s okay if you do, Evan,” Jared tried soothing, though he has a feeling it came off mockingly. “I know you typically like girls, so even if Connor is the first boy you’ve had a crush on, that doesn’t mean you’re a fake!’

“I-I don’t have a crush on Connor!” Quick to deny. Evan was anxious, Jared could tell that much. This was a different type of anxiety though. This wasn’t his reaction when people confronted him with a lie, this was the reaction when people confront him with something he is struggling with.

Growing up with him, Jared had been able to learn the difference. When people confront him with a lie that somehow involved him, Evan would cross his arms, stammer, look away and deny it. Jared picked up on the difference when someone had told Evan that they were sure he and Jared were brothers.

When someone confronts him with something he is struggling with, he goes throw the same motions—stammering, crossed arms, etcetera. Though the difference between the two was that when it was something Evan was struggling with or knew was true, he wouldn’t look away from people, but he would take a step back. It was as if he was trying to convince them and himself, but the step back was him trying to leave the situation. Get out of speaking the truth.

They were slight, and Jared knew that almost nobody knows the difference between their friend’s anxiety. He had committed the actions to memory because he thought it would help him in the future.

So here Evan was, arms crossed, stammering over his words, but staring Jared right in the eye. 

“You don’t think of Murphy in any romantic way?” he pushed. “You don’t think about him holding your hand, picking you up for a date, anything?” 

Evan took a step back. Jackpot.

“No, never,” he spat out. “I mean, him and I are friends. Who thinks that about friends? Friends don’t think about going on dates with other friends, they don’t think about holding hands with friends, they don’t think their friends look cute, they don’t think about kissing them and loving them and wanting to eat dinner with their family or—”

“Evan!” Jared stopped him. Evan stopped talking and he looked more nervous than ever. Jared smiled. “I never said anything about him looking cute or kissing him.”

Evan’s face dropped. Jared knew that he had caught Evan in the act of denying his own thoughts instead of Jared’s words. When he is denying the truth, he forgets what they said and what he thought. That’s where Jared usually catches him.

“I-I don’t,” he stuttered. “There's no way. I like Connor as a friend, nothing more. I’ve never even liked a boy, so how could I—”

“Even if Connor is the only boy you’ve ever had a crush on, that still validates you as bi,” Jared was quick to attempt to soothe. “It just means you’re .01% bi!”

Evan started at him with a look of disbelief. 

It was silent while Evan went over the information. Jared watched as his friend slowly started falling into deeper panic, causing for some major concern. Even though Jared has been around for a lot of Evan’s panic attacks, he never knew what to do. Whenever Evan started crying, started panicking, or feeling any kind of usually negative emotion, Jared froze.

“Uh, Evan?” Evan didn’t say anything but looked back at Jared. “You okay dude?”

“No—No, no no no,” he started mumbling. Jared coughed awkwardly, not knowing what to do.

“Do you uh, want me to leave?” he asked. Evan nodded his head and looked down at the ground. He was scratching at his cast and staring at the ground with such pain, you would think it had killed his mother. “Alright, uh, I’m gonna go.”

When Evan didn’t make a move to respond, Jared let himself out. 

Step one of getting Connor and Evan together complete. Now he just needs to help Connor.

---

Connor was going to lose his mind. 

When Jared told him his plan two days ago, he thought it was stupid. Since everything Kleinman does is stupid, Connor agreed to let him go through with it.

Convince Evan that he was gay for Connor.

At first, Connor ignored the fear in his gut. He still didn’t believe that Evan had any sort of crush on him, so it was easy to push out the fact that this was a horrible plan.

All of that changed when he saw Jared walk into the school with a smug smile, as if he had actually done something with his life.

He made eye contact with Connor while they stood at their lockers. Connor almost gave him a look of desperation, hoping that he had failed, that Evan had just called him a dumbshit and that he and Connor were friends and that they were going to stay that way because there was no way that Connor would be anything good for Evan. He would ruin him, ruin his hope at love, his hope at life, his hope—

Jared had given him a thumbs up and wide smile. It took all of Connor’s power to not bang his head against his locker. Jared motioned towards the bathroom that was down the hall from their lockers and started walking that way. Connor gave it a few minutes so that no one would notice that he and Jared were meeting up in the bathroom like weird gay lovers do before heading out.

“I told you I’d do it man!” Jared cheered when he walked in. Connor anxiously looked around and was grateful to see that there was no one else in the bathroom.

“You’re lying,” Connor snapped. 

“No way! I got him to realize his gay crush for you!”

“You, Jared Kleinman,” Connor started, disbelief clear in his voice. “Convinced Evan Hansen, one of the most anxious and straightest boys in this school, that he had a crush on the biggest junkie in the school?”

“It’s part of my charm.” Connor was going to have an anxiety attack. He knew that Jared was going to talk to him about their conversation today so he didn’t smoke anything, but man did he regret that decision.

“You better not be fucking with me—”

“I’m not!” he snapped. “I swear, I’m not. I value my life too much to lie to you.”

Connor ignored that comment. “How exactly did this conversation go?”

“That is what stays between me and Evan,” he hummed. “All that matters now is that you ask him out to the dance.”

“Neither of us like the dance.”

“Then ask him out in general!” Jared laughed. “You guys are the most awkward people ever, but know each other so well! Just go for it!”

Connor had a lot of emotions running through his head. He didn’t want to believe Jared, wanted to brush off what he said as a lie, but he couldn’t. This is something that he wanted since freshman year, to actually have someone he likes like him back.

“Okay,” Connor relented. He walked away from Jared, ending the conversation.

“Do I get a thank you?” Jared called as he left the bathroom. Connor let the door shut.

#Dear Evan Hansen #Evan Hansen #Connor Murphy #Evan x Connor #Evan Hansen x Connor Murphy #Tree Bros #sunwriting #fanfiction

[seyaryminamoto]

What's your opinion about MCU's version of Thanos as a character and an antagonist, now that both Infinity War and Endgame are released? Good? Bad? Lousy? Great? I'm really curious.

Frankly, I have been rolling my eyes at him since his introduction in Avengers. Thanos has been soooo dangerous and soooo scary for soooo long... but his strategies are utterly stupid since day one. He sends Loki to find the Tesseract, and to do so he gives Loki the only Infinity Stone Thanos had on hand at the moment?

Loki picks up the Tesseract within SECONDS of stepping into Earth, but then spends a whole movie trying to get the Avengers to destroy themselves, not out of genuine strategic need for it, but merely because he held an unresolved grudge against Thor that, apparently, Thanos took advantage of: it seems Thanos set Loki’s frustrations into overdrive and had him destroying Earth... why? At the time, the Avengers had no real reason to pose a sizeable threat to Thanos. What exactly did he gain by sending an ARMY to Loki in New York so they could “destroy the world of humans”? If he’d just track down all the damn stones, as was his alleged plan later, Thanos would’ve had his opportunity to kill them himself with a single finger snap :’) which he still did.

Therefore... what the fuck is the point of Avengers’ entire plot? How does any of it play in Thanos’ favor? I can see why Loki had the motivations to do what he did, I can’t see why Thanos would let him :’D

So, phrasing this as a bad math problem: Thanos had ONE stone, he tried to use it to get TWO stones, the result was ZERO stones. What conclusion can we reach?

Thanos is a dumbass!

 Soooo... this was already a bad start, and he doesn’t get any better.

Because haha, what’s our next chance to see Thanos? Guardians of the Galaxy. And there, he sends Ronan to get ANOTHER Infinity Stone. What happens this time? Ronan, a man with his own agenda and impulses, decides that he’s going to keep the Stone for himself :’D oh WOW, how could Thanos not see that one coming? And then he gets no stone anyhow.

Bad Math Problem #2: Thanos sends Ronan to retrieve ONE stone, the result was ZERO stones. What conclusion can we reach?

Thanos is a dumbass x2!

Then, for no logical reason, he decides to say he’s going to “do it himself” in Ultron, like he had jackshit to do with that movie. I mean, honestly, did he? Because I don’t remember him being involved in it at all. But if he somehow EXPECTED the events of Ultron to result in him acquiring another stone, he failed either way, soooo...

Thanos is a dumbass x3!

I think by then we can jump over to Infinity War, where we see Thanos is so very talented at slaughtering people, as we’ve always heard he is. It begs the question: why did he send Loki and Ronan in earlier movies, when he apparently is so much more effective at destroying worlds himself?

Conclusion this time?

Thanos is LAZY and a dumbass x4!

His motivations in Infinity War are ridiculous and make zero sense, as everyone has said before me. The logic that cutting the population of the universe, PLANTS AND ANIMALS INCLUDED, by half would somehow result in more resources for everyone is beyond idiotic. Because a lot of the resources people rely on for food are, in fact, plants and animals :’) therefore there’s no less poverty now than there was before because said resources were halved too. It’s stupid beyond measure. Instead of CREATING more resources, of handling how they’re distributed, which would be within the realm of possibilities for a man with the Infinity Gauntlet, and a much more logical conclusion to reach if he wants to be understood as some heroic nice guy who wants to fix the universe, he decides to kill everyone. There are so many possible conclusions someone can reach about how to correct the universe’s imbalance, and it feels like he picked the one he did basically because the writers thought it’d make him a sad misunderstood villain.

Therefore...

Thanos is LAZY and a dumbass x5!

Strangely, I found him slightly more respectable in Endgame? And yet that doesn’t mean he’s any less stupid. Going by how affected he was by the snap in Infinity War, the idea of destroying the entire universe and building it anew himself seems fated for failure because he’d probably be too weak after a first snap that wipes out EVERYTHING (which makes it a much bigger snap than the one he did canonically) to do a second one? Anyhow, his revision of his dumbass plan did seem warranted because it was really stupid in the first place. The new plan sounds so much more effective, but I honestly think it would have failed for the reason I mentioned above? Ergo...

Thanos is LAZY and a dumbass x6!

And that’s about it :’)

Honestly, I don’t know why they gave him such pathetic motivations. Was it to make him sound like some sort of tortured hero who had gone down the wrong path? The last thing they achieved was making Thanos a compelling character, though. Had they kept him as a Mad Titan who was in love with Death? His obsession with killing people would have made much more sense. Killing is the only way he can be close to Death, pretty much, so there’s even something grossly poetic about it. And it’s really intimidating, so much more intimidating than “Oh woe is me I’ve seen so much pain in the universe, I’m going to wipe us all out so I can stop seeing it now”, like honestly, take a number, jackass. Everyone has seen pain, in every planet, and not everyone’s solution is to wipe out half the planet indiscriminately to “end the universe’s imbalance”. Even Kira from Death Note had a smarter way of going about fixing the world than wretched Thanos did :’D

Oh, and I’ll never believe he loved Gamora, btw. Had that been real love he would have never killed her just to see his schemes come to fruition, which is the entire point of the damn trap anyhow :’) The Soul Stone was a fraud.

#anon #thanos #mcu #Loki is still the best villain Marvel ever gave us #and ONLY for the original Thor #Vulture is the only other one I have respect for #at least that I can remember #yeah there's a bunch I haven't watched yet #and I don't think Antman and the Wasp had a real villain even if I loved it so Ghost doesn't count #so #yes #Loki and Vulture are the only ones who matter #Thanos can kill himself and stay with Death forever that way as far as I'm concerned

[the-firebird69]

Huge numbers of people agree with our son don't do that and please don't say it's not going to do it he told Stan so now he's up in arms look it's very stressful for him this is no picnic he's not having fun he's trying to pick them all off all the time nobody's getting it he wants assassins to come in get these idiots out of his face permanently use other characters he doesn't care these people are dog s*** to him they don't pay him a penny not to mention what they owe I need to meet now again with all of us again go over this whole thing again this dog s*** is in his face telling him is nothing 24/7 Stan just hit the roof he can't tell me that of course I can tell him that he says I don't own that place and I'm not paid for it and I don't know what I'm doing I don't want to do it I'm not obliged to do it as a matter of fact you have to have that fixed it's past 20 days or they start finding you and they'll pull your license whatever it is or your business license and you be a hobo just like you want me to be I mean hire someone to do the f****** job for a f

15 grand or 10 grand or 20 grand I don't care payment million dollars you have the money you know what I mean there's a way to do it other than this tell Brad do it put a plastic one in I'm not going to do it man this f****** blows not f****** chick either s*** it takes 13 pounds to twist and neck and break it on people who are in shape most people out here it takes like seven in the neck snaps. You have twisted they choke to death cuz they're incompetent f****** dumbasses one of you guys let's walk around the other day with a broken neck... Not that I would do that but nobody f****** understands English anymore I don't want to do the f****** sewer it's not easy cuz it's not it's not going to harden and it's going to flop in it's going to be a f****** pain in the ass oh that's funny

It's a pain in the ass job no one wants to do it I realize you don't know how to do it and haven't done it before I get that it's making me sick thinking about it it's making me sick thinking about cuz my head's in the stupid poison gas thing with all these disgusting bugs all on me everybody in the world's going to kill those f***** okay they don't want me to s*** so you probably hear from all night long as you complaint I can't do it it's kind of like this I won't do it I got to see you for every f****** penny you have you make me do that f****** God damn slower if you bring it up one more f****** time I'm taking you to court myself... Asinine f****** thing I put John rimmelodeon I can put you in you're not the one who did it.. well you were going to get into a fight and be a tie and sit here having to live in your cow manure

Starting to see something I can't stand this place are you I don't give a s*** give it back to Mac it's not your f****** job to arrest me I'm at 6:00 I'm one of the G6 and if you don't f****** like it who gives a s*** about you you don't understand you are not in charge here it doesn't mean anything you came in to do a job to get some stuff and you're pissed off cuz I'm not going to stick my head in the f****** God damn sewer why don't you go take a flying leap you're a low life

No I understand your position it is a stupid thing to do it's a low-life thing to do that's what we are I said go suck a f****** egg then I'm going to stick a 12 gauge in your throat every time you try it and pull the trigger and pull your f****** head off every single time you try it you're going to have to roll back to your body I'm ordering it now

We're receiving the order and we're going to have it done cuz we can't stand that piece of s*** then tell him to go to hell too and writing over and over and over

Thor Freya

[wolfsrainrules]

This is for the prompts. This is my first time doing an Ask thing so here does nothing. I have two. You can do them separately or together or not at all. It is your choice. 1. What is love if it isn't pure madness? 2. One day someone is going to hug you so tight that all your broken pieces will stick back together. Take them anyway you want. Have fun and you are really cool.

Aww it’s your first time asking? I’m glad you came to my blog!! And fsgdfsfdsdfdg, thank you hun, but I am the biggest dork to ever live. Also oops, this one ran away from me????? It’s over my 500 words. BUCKY WHY DO YOU LIKE TO THINK.

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Bucky was…broken. He knew that he was. There was so much missing in him. It wasn’t just the memories, or that he didn’t remember much of…anything really. And sometimes, what he did remember made no sense at the time, because he was missing the subtext and background for the memory.

The first time he remembered Steve as a stick thin little shit, he panicked, because all he had remembered up until that point was Big Steve. Seeing a version of his…friend?…brother?… that was so very tiny and sick, who wheezed for air he couldn’t get, doubled in over himself and scrambling for some sort of help…and then trying to combine that with the guy he had just seen jump out of a plane without a parachute caused some….issues.

It did explain the way his stomach had dropped to his toes, while his heart jumped to his throat even as he made a lunge for the blonde, screaming “PUNK” out the open Starkjet like that would somehow reverse time. Or allow him to teleport next to the falling dumbass and strangle him before he hit the water.

Tony had talked him down, only barely stopped the instinctive move Bucky had made to lunge out of the jet after his idiot.

Still.

Bucky knew he wasn’t…whole, anymore. He’d seen and done too much to be anything but broken. He wasn’t shattered, but he had issues. Multiple issues. To quote Clint, ‘his issues had issues’.

The Avengers helped with that.

They helped a lot.

All of them would reach for him when he had a bad day. They didn’t let him sulk when he remembered the really bad days, when he suddenly got a flash of a mission as the Soldier. When he lost himself in the past and became dangerous, they all found ways to talk him around, calm him down and keep him in the ‘now.’ 

Maybe at first, it was just because Steve had asked it of them, but over time…they had grown to like Bucky for himself.

He wasn’t just ‘Steve’s friend’, he was ‘Buck’ or ‘Bucky’, he was their friend. And they were his.

They were…good.

They were important, and Buck had come to terms with the fact that he would fight again for them. For the Avengers, for this little mismatched ragtag family, he would use the skills HYDRA had burned into him.

For Clint, who laughed and joked, and never ever treated him like he was fragile. Who walked him around New York like he was new to it instead of a man out of time.

For Natasha, who whispered stories about how, even when he was Winter, he still found it in himself to help a little girl in a Red Room, to train her to live and help arrange her escape.

For Steve, who had always been there and always would be- till the end of the line.

For Thor, who laughed boisterously, clapped a hand to his back and called him a ‘powerful warrior’. Who was sometimes just as lost as he was and would sit down with him to learn.

For Bruce, who had whispered to him in the early hours of the morning that he knew what it was like to feel like a monster, but maybe it would be alright to be monsters if it meant protecting their family. Who helped him find things to help, taught him certain meditation tricks and breathing exercises. 

And for Tony, who walked him through the B.A.R.F. healing sessions. Who told him that for all the people who he may have killed as the Winter Soldier, he would never measure up to ‘The Merchant of Death.’ For Tony, who opened his home and heart to all of them. Who gave them all a home.

For the late night talks, the calm soothing tones that pulled him out of the dark place in his head. For every memory that came back, bright and warm. For every excited exclamation about those memories, all the willing ears who wanted to know his past, to know him. For the people who had helped him adjust to being different to who he was now, after everything.

Bucky had been a soldier long before HYDRA. He could be a soldier again for his family. He could protect them all.

And from the depths of his mind, a voice he knows is his Ma, despite how few memories he has of her or his sisters, as she says to him- to all of them- soft and warm: one day, in all the madness that is love, someone will find you and they will hug you so hard all your broken pieces come together. It could be a lover, or a brother, or sister, it could be a child or a stranger in the right place and the right time. One day, my loves, you will find it, and it will be worth fighting for. Bleeding for.

He finds that even from the grave, it appears his mother has good advice for him.

Bucky would fight for this.

He would bleed for this.

For them.

#wolfsrainrules #wolfsrainrules marvel asks #wolfsrainrules mini fic #who lets me write in the early morning hours #this was fun #BUCKY I LOVE YOU #YOU WILL BE HAPPY OR I WILL FIGHT #GOD DAMN IT #dducky-21 asked #fdgdfsffghgf

[octoberwren]

Prompt: Steve x Darcy: Is it too late? (My Dear)

So I have lowkey shipped this couple for years, not because I was ashamed or anything, but because there were so much amazing fanfiction out there for them already, and I was slightly (a lot) intimidated by it. So I didn’t think I’d be able to get their voices right or do it justice. But I decided recently to broaden my horizons as some you who follow me might know already. And the wonderful human who runs @shieldshockfanfic​ gave me some prompts to run with and I decided on this one, it just hit all the right angsty notes with me. So I just wanted to say THANK YOU to @shieldshockfanfic for the heartwarming encouragement to help me be brave. Much Love to you!

Hope you enjoy the read.

You can also read it on Ao3 for your convenience.

Summary:  First there's a kidnapping. Then a bullet. And all Darcy really knows is that she despises portals.

 As far as kidnappings went Darcy's one was pretty creative, she'd have to admit, albeit grudgingly and Tony would have to finally give up the good alcohol, for her to ever reveal that little truth nugget.

 Portals weren't an unusual thing in the science labs, no matter how many times she had threatened the genius/deranged people she called her friends, that portals were a bad time waiting to happen.

 She was right. Darcy was always right, which was why it was super annoying that no one ever, ya' know, listened to her.

 But the portal that had Darcy immediately glaring at, with all of her only-one-cup-of-coffee-today fury didn't actually come from Jane or more shockingly, Tony. It came from some brightly dressed assholes in yellow hazmat suits.

 Joy.

 Of course, she threw her cup at one of the idiots head and of course when they started making grabby hands, she shoved Jane into one of the rooms made for a very specific reason; keeping The Hulk from squishing people. She slammed her hand on the red button that everyone said not to touch, and locked the furious and cussing scientist/future Queen of Asgard inside.

 She never claimed to have superb self-preservation skills, but she's sure someone would be totally proud of how she took a swing at another henchman, knocking him on his ass.

 It's her, she's the one proud of knocking him on his ass. She didn't even have the training for that move! And they said movies can't teach you things.

She's was still grinning manically, even when the blood dripped from her mouth from their retaliation on her.

 The alarms were still going mad and Jane was still cussing a blue streak when they shoved her none too gently inside the portal. Real creative, who knew A.I.M had the balls to even try that.

 And now she's currently tied to a chair in an empty room, which was more clichéd, so they're not exactly batting a thousand in her humble opinion.

 An opinion she voiced much to the displeasure of Squirrely Eyes whose scowl would make small children cry, luckily for Darcy she's witnessed Steve's Disappointed In You patented face, she's been through way worse.

 Just thinking of the man, that she has an adolescence crush from hell for, gives her the backbone to not give up. Because despite her bravado, she is absolutely fucking terrified, the hands behind her back are shaking and she can feel the tremor in her legs.

 But Steve, amazing man that he is, wouldn't back down, he'd fight, even if the whole world was telling him to back off, to move on, he wouldn't. He didn't. He stood up and he fought back with everything he had and then some.

 He helped Tony and Bucky in the best way he could, he made them a team again, it took a lot of time and so much shouting, she had to rush to her room, before she did something stupid, like cry in front of them.

 Or worse, punch them in the face.

 With Steve's pure stubbornness, they mended their relationship, the team started to fight the good fight again. The movie nights returned, and Darcy tried to help in any way she could.

 She made food for when they returned home bloody, she spoke to Bucky when late at night he'd wander the halls. She helped Tony get off his ass and talk to Pepper.

 She mostly avoided Steve, not that she didn't desperately want to talk to him, hug him, feed him hot cocoa. (Watching him beat the crap out of his punching bag was her favorite past time) But when they had first come back before she had even a chance to speak to him, Darcy had overheard Sam tease him about a kiss and then the name Sharon Carter had come up and she got her ass out of dodge.

 Afterward, she tried and spectacularly failed to notice his frown every time she sat on the opposite side of the lounge at movie night or made up some excuse when he entered the room. She was a big girl and Darcy knew that the only way this could possibly hurt this much, was a fact she wanted to bury, that she didn't have a crush on him, it was something, much, much worse.

 She didn't even hate Sharon, the woman was badass, of course Steve had gone for her, he deserved that after all he'd been through, something truly amazing.

 Darcy wasn't a hero, she wasn't a beautiful agent with scary skills.

 She was just Darcy, a woman who swore when she breathed, had sarcasm running through her veins and a scary addiction to caffeine. She was a college dropout turned lab assistant to her best friend, she'd never be good enough for a man like Steve, a war hero, a bonafide superhero and the bravest man she had ever known.

 But right now she was regretting every single step away from him, she was probably going to die by these bumblebees and he'd never know how much she-

 The crack against her cheek snapped her back into painful reality and Darcy groaned then glared when she tasted the metallic taste of blood. "What the actual fuck dude?!"

 Another slap and Darcy was getting real tired of this shit, "You weren't paying attention." He condescendingly told her, with a skeevy smile.

 "To what, your evil monologue?" Darcy took every reserve of anger she had left, which was a lot actually, and spat blood on his shiny black shoes.

 She smiled brightly at his disgust, "In case you haven't noticed, you took the wrong girl, I thought A.I.M was supposed to be the smart villains. I might be brunette, but I'm no Jane Foster."

 She gave him a ‘so there' look which he promptly ignored, the bastard.

 Squirrely Eyes leaned into her personal space and Darcy barely held in the gag at his overwhelming cologne, "And what makes you think you're not the girl we were after Darcy Lewis?"

 "First off, it's woman, thank you very much, I grew these boobs at thirteen and went through enough jackasses teasing me to deserve the title. Also, whaaaat?" she regretted mentioning the word boobs as soon as she said it, because now the only thing the creep was staring at was the girls, which, gross.

 Still talking to her boobs, The Pervert said, "There's someone very important who loves you, oh so much. A moron would be able to see it. And I'd bet he'd be willing to do anything to get you back. Like giving up a sample of his blood."

 Despite the situation, despite everything telling her, lies, lies, lies, her stupid heart was thumping with erratic speed, not in fear, but with something that felt suspiciously like hope. The traitor.

 "Thor?" She squeezed out because come on! He couldn't mean-

 Pervy Mcpervasin laughed in her face and Darcy scrunched up her nose because, hello no personal space, thy name is asshole.

 "I would have thought The Captain would have chosen a smarter woman, someone like Sharon Carter."

 She would have winced at his words, if she hadn't been too busy breaking his nose with her forehead. 

 Wow… where did that hot white anger come from? It's like she blacked out in a rage and woke up to his piggish squealing.

 He was holding his bloody nose with one hand, while she just blinked at him, "That'll teach you to respect personal space, numbnuts."

 "Ooo bish." How he slurred the words was still funny, even as he swung his hand for another strike to her face, only to be interrupted by an explosion that had the building rocking from the force.

 Her captor swung around to stare at the still closed door, Darcy let out a chuckle at his surprised action, "Oooh you're in trouble." She sing songed at his back.

 He turned to glare at her, "Ut up"

 "Seriously," Darcy continued, heedless of his garbled warning, "What kind of dumbass pokes that bear? Don't get me wrong, your plan was super-duper good, if not totally clichéd," She wasn't letting that go, it started off so well, "But… and this is a big, huge, don't-fuck-with-Captain-America kind of mistake. Your plan worked. He's here. So ya' know. Have fun with that, dead man walking."

 He was purple by the time she finished and with all that anger being directed at her, he reached out and grabbed her hair so hard her scalp burned, "I will ki-"

 The door burst in and a seething Steve, in all his Captain America glory, stepped into the room, "Let. Her. Go. Now." He clipped out of clenched teeth, the menace and screaming danger pouring off of him in waves. It would have been terrifying, if it didn't turn her on so much.

 Which was super awkward given the situation.

 "Told you so." Darcy snarked to the idiot still holding onto her head, Steve's gaze connected with her own and her breath snagged against her lungs at the intensity of his eyes.

 Maybe he did care about her? In a non platonic kind of way.

 But when he trailed those eyes over her face, (by the pain she was in, Darcy knew she looked like a bloody mess,) his blue eyes went savage in fury.

 "You have one second to take your filthy tainted hands off of her, before I tell the guy with a gun to put a bullet in you." Steve growled out taking a threatening step forward to reveal Bucky at his back and 0.1 milliseconds later, the -for once smart- man, practically tripped away with his arms up.

 "Smart move." He said before swinging his shield into an arch and knocking the portal hopping jackass unconscious and crumbling to the floor.

 Steve was at her side in a second flipping open a knife to cut the zip ties locking her in place, when her hands were free, she rubbed at the raw skin. That would take a couple days to feel not so crappy.

 She barely had a chance to get up on her own power before Steve was hauling her up and checking her face over, "Are you okay? Of course, you're not okay, stupid question. Tell me where else it hurts, does anything else hurt, Sweetheart?" He was so frantic, that thankfully he missed the blush staining her cheeks and the popping of her eyeballs.

 Sweetheart?

 Darcy looked at Bucky who was still hovering in the doorway, to check if she was as slack-jawed as she felt.

 He only made it worse my smirking and winking at her, the asshole.

 "Doll? Are you hurt anywhere else, we need to get you to medical anyway, but I want to know." She snapped her attention to Steve's stupidly handsome face and those baby blues that screamed concerned and Darcy could feel her broken heart melting.

 "What, this?" She choked out, but when he looked more anxious and on the verge of carrying her out, by just her voice, Darcy made sure her next words were light and teasing, anything to get that look off his face.

 "It was just a love tap. Dude could take some lessons from me, I knocked his buddy out with one hit." She was still proud of that damnit, and it seemed so was Steve as the first smile she had seen from him yet graced his soft lips.

 "I know," He whispered, while stroking her cheekbone with his thumb, "I saw, you have one hell of a right hook, Sweetheart."

 Her breath hitched for the second time in a matter of minutes, not just because of the pet name (seriously? Did the man forget she had a name?) but by the tender (almost adoring?) way he was looking at her.

 She opened her mouth to say, something, she had no idea, but a cough from Bucky had Steve snatching his hands away from her face. Darcy ducked her head down, her hair falling like a curtain to cut off her hurt from him.

 What did she expect really?

 "We should head back." The former assassin said, she caught Steve's terse nod as she looked up, he motioned for her to go in front of him, presumably so she'd be safe between the both of them.

 Darcy, for life of her, would never know what exactly made her turn before the super soldiers, it might have been a shift in the air, an out of place noise, a feeling maybe. The obvious point is, she did turn before them so she was the first to notice, the not so unconscious man lift a gun to Steve's back.

 Probably the second more obvious soul wrecking point, was the split second she tried to push Steve out of the way, he noticed as well and turned back to shove her behind him, so Darcy got a wall of muscle for protection and Steve...

 God Steve, no, not him, not him.  

 The first bullet ripped through his chest, the second came from Bucky as he put one square between that fuckers eyes. But Darcy didn't care about that, all she cared about was that the love of her life was falling to his knees, with blood spreading over his beloved uniform.

 "Nonononononono," Darcy hit the ground hard as she crawled over to him, but she didn't care about her pain, "Steve, come on, open those baby blues I adore. Open them, Steve. Please?"

 But he wasn't opening them, and with a trembling hand she felt his pulse and gasped out an agonized sob.

 Bucky was white noise behind her, something about Tony and medic, but Darcy was ripping off her top, scrunching it up and and and,

 Her hands were red. Blood red. Steve's blood, oh fuck this wasn't happening.

 "I tried to move on just to see you happy, you can't be happy if you're dead Steve. You're not dead. You're not. Open your fucking eyes, Steve. I need you to be happy," She was rambling, she thinks this is what people like Jane would call hysteria or was it going into shock?

 His face was pale, snow like, he was…she wouldn't be able to survive this, she knew her limits, her capabilities and this was not one of them.

 Darcy could already feel the black void of nothingness stretching open her heart and it was frightening and cold and so very lonely without him.

 His chest wasn't moving, even as she tried to pump air into lungs with her hands and breathe life into his red stained lips. This was not the kiss she always dreamt of and gave up on, this tasted like death and desolation.

 "Steve, Steve, I love you, okay, I love you. So, S-so come on, don't l-leave me, I need you, I need your smile, and your old timey speak and your optimism to brighten my day. A-and I-I don't care if you don't love me b-back. I just need you to be alive. Please, please, Steve. Please be alive." Her head was over his heart, and she heard nothing, nothing.

 Nothing but her hyperventilation. There was no air, none. Oh, God.

 "I'll stop avoiding you."She whispered into his chest and clutched the material of both their clothing, "Please come back to me."

 "Kid!" It was a disjointed voice, like something you'd hear from the bottom of deep water, she ignored it.

 Because if she stayed right here, if she kept talking, if she kept her head right here, over the heart she always wanted to keep safe, he'd wake up.

 He'd wake up.

 He had too.

 Steve was invincible, larger than life, the man with a plan.

 He had a plan right? Did anyone? Did she?

 "Please."

 "Kid you have to let go, we have to-"

 "Get the fuck off me! No, don't leave him! He has a plan! Let go!"

 "Sorry, Darcy."Such soft words and a small needle.

 "Don't leave me, Steve." a whimper, then Darcy went limp like a rag doll, "It should have been me."

   Darcy gasped in oxygen and shot upright from a deep sleep. 

 Waking up was never a joyous occasion for her, she'd beg and plead to the Gods above to shut off her alarm and bargain with her soul just to have a few more minutes.

 But this was different.

 Darcy blinked trying to figure out just what was-

 Oh.

 She really had been hysterical if Bucky had to inject something to make her go to dreamland.

 Steve.

 Steve was dead, wasn't he? It wasn't an awful nightmare if the blood under her fingernails were any kind of morbid proof enough.

 Before she knew it her hands were under the tap and her skin was raw from scrubbing, ripping off her pants, where was her other shirt? Right, she basically gave Bucky a free showing when she tore it off her body.

 An amused chuckle left her, that slowly turned into a full blown belly laugh until tears streamed down her face, just picturing his face as she basically straddled Steve in only her bra, had her in hysterical giggles.

 Or maybe it was just hysteria, because she wasn't laughing anymore, the tears were streaming down her face when she opened the shower door and put the water to just the point of boiling, over her clammy skin.

 Maybe she should go find The Winter Soldier and ask for the really good stuff, because she had a feeling she wouldn't be sleeping or stopping the bone crushing sobs anytime soon.

 She was numb and in agonizing pain all at once, Darcy had never ever felt this lost and broken before, she felt fragile, like porcelain as she slid down the tiles and hugged her knees to her chest, the water beating against her skin.

  She tried to focus on one spot and not think of him, or how he always made her coffee when she was feeling down, or once ran in the rain to save her from a bad date, how he managed to make her a little less cynical by just being him.

 She tried to forget how stupidly in love with him she was, how she knew that she'd always be in love with him.

 Even now that he was gone.

 He was gone.

 Her head fell against her kneecaps, and long after the water had gone cold, she still couldn't stop thinking about him.

 How Steve died because of her, because of her stupidity. How could she let herself get captured? He always wanted her to get some training, but Darcy blew it off, no one was coming to get her after all.

 "Oh, Darcy." the soft whimsical voice of her best friend floated to her from inside the shower.

 She was wrapped up in Jane's arms before she could blink, her whispers of, "It's okay, it's okay." the only noise besides the streaming water.

 "It's not Jane, Steve's-" She couldn't even say it, saying it made it real and Darcy was far from ready to face her new reality.

 "Hey, it's alright," Jane, sweet Jane, swept away her wet hair and tucked it behind Darcy's ear, "He's alive."

 Her words were spoken in English, but Jane might as well been talking a language from another planet, for all the good it did Darcy’s sluggish mind.

 "...What?"

 "He's alive."

 Darcy shoved up to standing and turned off the shower, while Jane stepped outside and grabbed a towel to hand to her, Darcy robotically took it with numb hands and wrapped it around her shivering body.

 She shook her head slowly, not comprehending, "No, Jane. I saw him, he didn't have a pulse."

 She would have felt that? Wouldn't she have?

 Jane shrugged, "Apparently it's a super soldier thing, his heart rate slowed, just like when he was frozen for years, it allowed Helen Cho to work her magic. She explained it to me but I'm not that kind of doctor. He's only now regained consciousness. I was checking up on him for you, seeing as you were so…out of it when you got here."

 Darcy sucked in a breath, the relief hitting her in full force that her knees almost buckled under her,  Jane quickly led her back to her bed, where she collapsed against the mattress.

 "He's alive." she breathed, testing the words in her mouth, trying to make it tangible.

 "He is, I thought maybe you'd want to go get dressed and see him?" Jane had always known about her feelings towards Steve and she had always wanted Darcy to tell him outright, she thought Steve felt the same.

 But nothing had really changed had it? He was still dating Sharon, and now Darcy had almost killed him.

 Aside from her love confession to him while he was bleeding out, everything was back to normal, except now Bucky knew, which was disturbing to think about actually.

 "Darcy?"

 "No, not today, I can't today Jane." She was liable to do something stupid, like spill her guts again.

 Her friend opened her mouth, probably to go on a rant but the look in her eyes made Jane snap it shut, and nod tightly. "Fine, you get today but tomorrow you're seeing him."

 Yep, tomorrow she’ll say thanks for saving my life man, and sorry I almost ended yours. But that could wait.

 She just needed today.

Okay, so it had already been two days, fine three. But who was counting?

 Apparently, Bucky was, because every time she ran from Steve, his best pal was waiting in the shadows, lifting up a digit on his finger to show the exact amount of days, she had been sneaking around the tower.

 Fine, avoidance was her name and avoiding was her game, it didn't help that Tony, Natasha, and Clint kept giving her the damn side eye as well. Apparently, Bucky wasn't the only one to witness her breakdown.

 And now because the team was all honesty, all the time, she was forced to deal with all of the disappointment in their faces.

 Not Coolio dudes.

 Even Tony. Tony. Mr-conceal-don't-feel himself, gave a shake of his head.

 Well fuck that noise, by the time the fourth day came around and one more soft (but not that soft Bucky!) whispered ‘idiot' and she locked herself in her room with wine and ice cream.

 The perfect break up combo. Except she hadn't broken up with him. She scoffed in derision at herself, yep, she needed this.

 The knock on her door had her slamming down her- just poured- glass of wine, and stomping to the door in agitation. She swung open the door to give Tom, Dick or Harry a verbal beat down.

 Only it was Steve, and he was mighty pissed by the dark frown plastered to his face.

 Her knee jerk reaction was to slam the door in his face, only Steve was one step ahead of her, as he gripped the side of the door so hard his knuckles turned white and she feared for the metals safety.

 "Don't." He gritted out, while pushing himself through the door and effectively making her take a couple of steps back.

 The slam of the closing door made her jump and Darcy cursed at herself, she wasn't afraid of Steve, she would never be afraid of him.

 But nervous? Yeah, she could be that, especially since that too tight t-shirt and jeans made her want to climb him like a tree.

 And he smelled so delicious that she wanted to lick and bite at the skin that tease of a shirt gave away…wait when did he get so close?

 "You said you wouldn't avoid me anymore" Steve moved closer, his lips pulled into a thin line, "You're a lot of things Darce, but I never took you for a liar."

 "Huh?" She was beyond confused, not because he knew she was avoiding him, Steve was intelligent, Darcy figured he would put two and two together, sooner or later. She just thought she would have screwed up her courage by then.

 No, she was confused because he said she told him that, which was impossible because she never said anything about…oh, shity, shit, shit.

 It was like the proverbial light switch clicked on; He heard her.

 Which also meant he heard… "Oh, fuck." She breathed out, her anxiousness racked up to about a thousand and she was backing away so fast and looking for the damn exit sign.

 "So what is it Doll?" Her heart skipped at that, and at the intense way he was tracking her with his blue eyes "You have the courage to tell me while I'm bleeding under your hands, but not when I'm standing right here in front of you?"

 "Uhm…" Darcy's back hit the wall and Steve was suddenly right in front of her, so very, very close.

 Between a rock and hard place, she had the insane urge to giggle but stopped at the blaze in his eyes.

 "You love me." There might have been a fire in his eyes, but his words were so gentle, whispered like an intimacy they only shared.

 Those three quietly spoken words were about as subtle as a bomb going off in her silent apartment, loud, deafening and the inevitable wreckage would be irreparable.

 "You're dating Sharon." Darcy gasped out as his hand landed on her shoulder, his calloused palm making her shiver.

 "I'm not." He said but when Darcy arched an-are you shitting me-eyebrow, Steve shook his head. "I'm not, it was never like that between her and I."

 "But Sam said you kissed her." Why did she sound like a whiny teenager?

 "Was that why you refused to even look me in the eye, when I came back?" When Darcy said nothing, he let out a deep sigh of frustration, "It didn't mean anything, I tried to make it mean something at first, but I knew as soon as it happened that it was a mistake. I was going through a lot and well, I'm not proud of it, but I-"

 "Wanted to have something, just in case?" Darcy asked because she honestly got it, with Peggy and then Bucky, and to top it all off, the catastrophe that ended with Tony.

 Fighting against his teammates, it was a shitty time for him and he thought he might not make it back, she couldn't blame him, she never did.

 He didn't owe her anything, they weren't together, they were friends who occasionally binge-watched shows and sat talking for hours together.

 Even though she tried to hide it, he must have seen the pain flicker on her face because he was cupping her face in his large hands, "It was something like that, but I did come home, and when everything settled, I couldn't stop thinking of a mouthy brunette."

 "Tony?" She said just to sass him, he huffed out a laugh, staring at her with something that looked a lot like adoration.

 "No, babydoll, I couldn't stop thinking about you." Darcy couldn't look away now, even if she wanted to, " and when I realized that, I spoke to Sharon and she agreed that we were better off as friends. It was better that way. So that’s when I came to the tower hoping to talk to you, but you were doing everything in your power to be in the exact opposite place that I was."

 "Steve…"

 "So I thought, ‘She must not feel the same way I do' and it tore at me Darcy, but If you wanted space, I'd give it to you. I'd give you anything you wanted or needed." Steve pushed the hair out of her eyes, and tilted her chin so she was staring right into his deep and tender gaze. 

 He gave a sad sort of smile to her, "Even if that meant what you wanted wasn't me."

 Darcy knew she had to put it all on the line now and yes, she was scared shitless but, if this brave man could trust her with all of his feelings, then she could grow some balls and tell him some home truths as well.

 "I know I'm awesome. I know that." She had to be clear on that, because she knew she was kickass but, "You just always seemed so far out of my league, another dimension really."

 Steve got that look of anger again, the one she saw just as she opened the door, "What the hell are you talking about Babydoll?"

 "Look, just listen alright?" The nicknames weren't helping either, they were very distracting, in the best kind of way.

 Steve nodded once, tightly, so she rushed to continue before he could rant, which looked like he was on the verge of doing.

 "I'm not talking about the Superhero thing, although that's some of it, I'll never be an agent or a hero. I don't think I'll ever be able to really know about The Captain's world, because I don't go out and fight like you guys do. And that's fine, I can live with that, I help in the ways that I can. I accepted that a long time ago, what I really struggle with is this," Darcy reached over to lay her hand over his beating heart.

 The very thing she thought had died days ago, and just feeling it thump against her palm was memorizing.

 "This is Steve Rogers, the man that makes Captain America who he is. This heart has always been so pure and so good, that I don't think mine will ever measure up. I swear more than I breathe, I don't like a lot of people and I get pissy when the coffee machine breaks. I'm just Darcy and because of me this wonderful heart almost stopped beating."

 The absolute quiet when she stopped talking was tense and suffocating so much so, that she wished Jane would walk in to drag her to work, just so she would be saved from herself.

 Steve's arms slammed against the wall beside her head caging her in and she let out a gasp at the several emotions mixing in his tortured eyes, "Just Darcy,? You say that like that hasn't always been perfection to me. Just Darcy, always made me feel like I wasn't alone in this world when everything else had been taken from me. Just Darcy, spoke to Bucky like a human being instead of the monster he thought he was. Just Darcy, drank with a broken Tony when he needed it at sent him after Pepper when he thought he didn't deserve it."

 "She threw Jane out of danger, made sure her best friend was safe before slugging an asshole who should never have put his hands on her, then faced a dozen armed men with a grin on her face." Steve wiped the tears that were falling from her eyes and then leant down to rest his forehead against her own,

 "You scared the living hell out of me when I found out that they had taken you, all I could think was that I was too late, I'd never see you again and that I wouldn't be able to tell you...then when I got there, you were taunting that son of a bitch, and I didn't know whether I wanted to strangle you or kiss you until you were too dazed to do anything else."

 For once in her life, Darcy was speechless, she had no witty reply or inappropriate response, she was stunned that Steve, gorgeous, wonderful Steve felt that strongly for her, she wanted to do a dance, she wanted to cry, she really wanted that kiss he brought up because it sounded…it actually sounded like…

 "Also, don't for one second blame yourself for that bullet," And there went her happy glow, her stomach plummeted and she felt nauseous just remembering that mess of a day.

 "Hey," Steve whispered trying to get her to look at him, when that didn't work he cupped her face again, which was becoming a habit of his, not that she was complaining. "I would do it again in a second. That might not be what you want to hear, but you'll always come first to me Darcy. You'll always be my top priority, so maybe it's a good thing you don't fight with us because I wouldn't be able to do my job otherwise. And yes it was touch and go there for a bit, but do you know what brought me back?"

 She had a feeling but you know what they say about assuming, so she shook her head, and prayed that the hope that was spreading through her body like liquid sun, bright and dazzling, wouldn't be crushed with his next words.

 "It was you, I heard your voice Darce, I heard you say ‘I love you' and I knew I had to fight my way back so I could tell you something as well," He leant down to kiss her jaw then her cheek, and finally her forehead.

 Only to lean back again to stare into her eyes, his lips breaking into a dazzling smile that set her heart on fire, "I love you, Just Darcy, I have for a very long time now and I'm hoping you'll say you love me too, because I'm wide awake now and I desperately want you to be my girl."

 When she stared wide eyed at him, because yes, this is exactly what she wanted but she didn't actually think it would happen, Steve for the first time that night, got a nervous look in his eyes as he searched her face.

 "Unless you're afraid of something else or?"

 She looked up at him and now that he mentioned it, "You're way too tall, and I'm super short Steve, things like that could be deal breakers." Her shit eating grin was instantly wiped off her face and she let out an embarrassed squeaking sound, when he very suddenly dropped his hands to her thighs and hauled her up against his firm body.

 Darcy wrapped her legs around his hips on reflex, her hands curling around his neck wasn't that, but it was on her bucket list, so.

 "There are ways around it." Steve growled out in his deep voice and holy shit if he didn't kiss her like right the fuck no-

 Oh that was much better.. His lips were smooth against her own, but his tongue was scorching hot as he licked his way into her mouth, and Darcy was surprised she hadn't spontaneously combusted yet, it was a kiss made for the silver screen. Or a porno. Especially when he moved his hips and she got hit with some mind blowing friction, enough to let out a wanton moan at the contact.

 Steve nipped at her lip in response to that moan and tangled his hand through Darcy’s hair, sending the best shiver racing up her spine, "Say it." He groaned against her mouth, his other hand grabbing a handful of her ass and squeezing it possessively, pushing her closer to him, like he wanted absolutely no space between them.  

 "God, you're beautiful Darcy. Made for me, Doll." Steve moved to her neck, licking a spot that made her legs tighten and instinctively thrust up against him, which made him groan and push her harder up against the wall.

 "Darcy," His voice was wrecked, a breathless growl, "say it."

 "Uhnmmg." That honestly was the best she could come up with, as his very talented mouth continued its assault on her neck and turned her brain into mush.

 But when he leant back, her whine of displeasure followed him. She blinked up at him, opening her eyes to his, only to wish she kept them closed because she was sure she was going to melt into a puddle just staring at him.

 Steve's hair was disheveled, his chest was heaving in breaths, but it was his eyes that had her almost undone. They looked almost feral, his pupils were blown wide in lust, Darcy's hand clenched his hair in response to that look, if this was only from a kiss, then how the hell would they survive the sex?

 "Darcy, I need you to say it, I need to hear it. Please." The hoarse way he asked made her finally pay attention to the question.

 Oh. Whoops. Well he couldn't blame her, she had been thinking about this moment for years,

 "Steve," She made sure she looked straight into his eyes, she carded her her hands through his hair and whispered, "I'm in love with you, I loved you when it almost killed us both, and I'll love you forever if you let me."

 "Always." He said instantaneously, kissing her nose, "So, does this mean you'll be my girl?"

 "Well, I don't know," She knew the way she said it was dripping in tease and trouble, he knew it too by the arch of his eyebrow, "You know how they say to always test drive the car before making a lifetime commitment?"

 Darcy couldn't help waggling her eyebrows, even when he snorted in amusement at her, "I wanted to take you on date first, Babydoll."

 Him nipping at her ear kind of ruined the absolute sweetness of his words, "Screw the date Steve, I want to start living our lives together, now."

 "Yeah," He said already walking to the bedroom with her in his arms, "Now sounds good Darce, real good."

 And it was good, amazing, perfect; their lives together. The sex was pretty fan-fucking-tastic as well.

That’s it my Darlings, thank you so much for reading! You have no idea how much I appreciate that ; ) Much Love.

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Marvel Films Ranked (1998 to 2016)

Comic book films. In my opinion, they are their own genre now. Why is this? Well, look how many are coming out in a year nowadays. A good portion of the summer blockbuster season belongs to the superhero genre alone. Over the past twenty years, there’s been a superfluous amount of Marvel films. Many of them meh, some of them good, and others flat out atrocious. So, I have compiled a list of my personal rankings on the matter. Let’s knock this out.

Also, I will be discussing spoilers at a few points, so beware.

THE ATROCIOUS TIER

43. Man-Thing (2005)

Want to know how bad Man-Thing is? The entire test audience walked out of the theater before the film was even done playing. True story. Because of this, the film was relegated to become a Sci-fi original movie instead of being released in theaters. Yikes. At least one of the film’s stars, Rachael Taylor, would go on to do much greater things in the Jessica Jones Netflix series as Trish Walker.

42. Hulk (2003)

No, that’s not an early development picture of Shrek. Ang Lee’s Hulk has a cult following who love the psychological approach he took to the film. That is cool and their opinion. However, this film harms me psychologically. From the lack of smashing things (It’s a Hulk film!), to the ludicrous plot, to the zombie dog fights, and the part where the Hulk flew on a plane to space, 2003′s Hulk is a boring mess that is not even fun for laughs.

41. Fantastic Four (2015)

What do you get when you combine a group of young, talented actors and a somewhat promising director with a studio that is desperately trying to hold the rights to their non-X-Men Marvel properties? A really, really bad movie is what. Fan4stic, as many call it, is an unorganized train wreck from the production issues down to the person who decided to film every scene in the dark The mid-2000′s films look great compared to this mess.

40. X-Men Origins: Wolverine (2009)

This movie did not even need to be a thing honestly. We got enough backstory of Wolverine in X2, and he is the main character in the first three films. Anyways, Origins is a flat out mess. Memory wiping bullets? Special effects worse than the first X-Men? (seriously look how bad his claws look) The Merc with a mouth missing his mouth?! This is just a bad movie. No wonder there were not any other Origins films like originally planned.

39. Blade: Trinity (2014)

Before being booked into a jail cell for tax evasion, Wesley Snipes and his new allies imprison the unlucky viewers of this film into a sentence of 113 minutes of pure boredom. Blade: Trinity is dull, forgettable, and takes away most of the fun the first two films had (even with Dracula as a villain!) It is hard to believe director David S. Goyer, writer of the Dark Knight Trilogy, directed this blood-reduced suckfest.

Still Pretty Bad Tier

38. Ghost Rider: Spirit of Vengeance (2012)

Ghost Rider and the sort of sequel that nobody asked for should be the real title. While Nicolas Cage gives a better, and much loonier performance here, the storytelling and execution really came up short here. Spirit of Vengeance cannot decide what it wants to be. It goes from dark and serious, zany and erratic, to mid-2000′s Nicolas Cage mode at a dizzying and confusing rate. 

37.  Elektra (2005)

In all honesty, Jennifer Garner isn’t a bad Elektra. Not as good as Elodie Yung’s recent version, but Garner does the best she can with the awful script. The film takes itself WAY too seriously and does not have any sort of fun. Some of the plot twists are ludicrous too. The biggest flaw of the film though is the fact it focuses more on some random girl and her dad almost more than Elektra herself.

36. Fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer (2007)

The second modern stab at Fantastic Four was unfortunately worse than the first. While I still actually like the casting, (especially Michael Chiklis as The Thing) no one can save the film from the deranged screenwriters who turned Galactus into a giant hungry cloud. The plot and execution also leaves some to be desired. At least it is not as frustrating as the Silver Surfer NES game.

35. X-Men: The Last Stand (2006)

If we are ranking the worst adaptations of actual comic book story lines, then X3 would probably take the top prize. Brian Singer’s departure from this film for the snorefest better known as Superman Returns tanked both films at the same time. Here, Magneto flat out looked like an idiot after his infinitely stupid plan back-fired. Cyclops died after five minutes of screen time and somehow did as much as he did in the other films. Mystique lost her abilities... for some plot reason. Angel did pretty much nothing after being the focus character in the opening tease. X3 is just a massive disappointment. 

Tier of Mediocrity

34. Ghost Rider (2007)

How do you make a badass anti-hero a lot less cool? Give him the most generic origin story in history. Ghost Rider is honestly not an awful film, it just feels like a tired retread of every other superhero origin story. Oh, but that is not the only problem with the film. Some of the humor is really oddly timed and does not hit a lot. The villain is mostly unmemorable. Sam Elliott is really good when he is on screen, but the most the writers let him do is ride a firey horse in a straight line.

33. Spider-man 3 (2007)

I am actually surprised I ranked this as high as I did. Spider-man 3 is one of my biggest movie disappointments in history. The plot is over-bloated with WAY too many characters (3 villains?!) and subplots, Uncle Ben’s death is downgraded to an accident, and every scene Emo, Cool Peter Parker is in makes my facepalm and cringe at the same time. Yeah, that piano/bar scene is absolutely painful. Venom is absolutely wasted too. If there are so many problems, why is this film not lower? There are good scenes hidden inside this waste dump of a film. The scene in the tower where Peter rips off the symbiote is good. Another is the scene after the Sandman gains his abilities and struggles to pick up the locket. The first fight with Sandman is pretty good too. Overall, Spidey 3 is a disappointing, bloated mess.

32. Fantastic Four (2005)

The Mediocre Four return! The first modern Fantastic Four movie is complicated by a lame plot where the heroes are trying to get rid of their powers rather than use them. Also, the mis-fired plot is not executed very well as the scenes feel like somewhat connected moments patched together into a finished project at times. Although, not all is bad here. While the scenes feel all over the place at times, some of them are pretty fun. I personally like the entire cast, particularly Chris Evans’ Human Torch and Michael Chiklis’ The Thing. 

31. Thor: The Dark World (2013)

This film is so forgettable and mediocre I almost forgot it existed. Not much else to say. Time to move on.

30. Iron Man 3 (2013)

All I really need to ask here, is why whose brilliant idea was it to turn the Mandarin into... whatever on earth he is in the finished product?! Late 2000′s M. Night Shyamalan? Seriously. It is kind of like when they were adapting the Harry Potter movies, if the director decided to turn Voldemort into a comic relief villain with Wormtail as the true villain of the franchise. Ugh. Besides that major error, I guess there is some fun action scenes in the film and Robert Downey Jr. is as good as always.

29. DareDevil (2003)

DareDevil is my favorite Marvel hero, so this film may be higher than a lot of other people put it. The casting of this film is pretty good as I think Ben Afleck’s Matt Murdock actually is pretty good. His DareDevil is decent in comparison.Jennifer Garner’s Elektra lacks some of the edge of the original character,but she’s not bad either. The problems here begin with execution. The scenes, like Fantastic Four, feel patched together and do not flow well at several points making the film feel a bit all over the place. It almost feels like an entire story line is missing. Hmm.....

Hey, These Are Decent Tier

28. X-Men Apocalypse (2016)

Instead of making Magneto looking like a dumbass, 2016′s X-Men film forces that label on Professor X. However, the film’s main problem is that the whole world takeover plot is really forgettable. Mixed in with all of the mediocrity are some good performances and memorable scenes. A couple of these include another ingenious Quicksilver rescue and when Magneto destroys Auschwitz. Otherwise, this X-Men film feels like eating Days of Future Past two week old leftovers.

27. Iron Man 2 (2010)

Iron Man 2: Filler Man. Seriously, Iron Man 2 almost feels like an anime filler episode. At the end of the film, the characters and the plot do not advance at all from where they were at the beginning of the film in the Expanded Universe. Mickey Rourke’s meh Whiplash did not really help much. However, Robert Downey Jr., Gwyneth Paltrow, and newly added Don Cheadle are all really good here. Additionally, Sam Rockwell gives a really fun performance as Justin Hammer, making him one of the better pseudo-villains of the MCU.

26. The Amazing Spider-Man (2012)

First off, The Amazing Spider-man is definitely not a bad film. Actually it is a pretty decent film. The film’s downfall is it feels like a complete retread of the 2002 film, and even the most talented cast cannot save that. I actually laughed last time I heard how hard Uncle Ben tried to rephrase, “With great power comes great responsibility.”. The Lizard is a decent villain, but he’s nowhere near as good as either villain from the first two Raimi films. Basically the TASM is a lower quality version of a movie that already exists. The lone big improvement I can think of is the love story and Garfield’s Spider-man.

25. Thor (2011)

Chris Hemsworth was the perfect cast as Thor, as was Tom Hiddleston as Loki. The scenes in Thor in which the two interacted were a blast to watch. However, everything else was just decent. There were some comical scenes, such as when Thor screams “Another!” and breaks the glass on the floor, but everything else in the real world did not really leave a lasting impact on me. Not a bad film, but not near Marvel’s best effort.

24. Punisher: War Zone (2008)

Some of you reading this are probably shaking your heads in disgust or absolute confusion. How on earth did this commercial and critical failure rank this high on my list? War Zone is probably one of the most entertaining films I have ever seen in the ridiculous, over-the-top action movie genre. Ray Stevenson is a good Punisher. More importantly, Dominic West’s Jigsaw along with Doug Hutchison’s Loony Bin Jim are so over the top and cartoony that they make Colin Farrell’s Bullseye look down to earth. Everything is so overly violent, completely stupid, and laughable in this film that it entertains every time I re-watch it. That is why War Zone ranks this high.

23. The Amazing Spider-man 2 (2014)

Similarly to the last entry, some may question the higher rank of TASM 2 and the fact it is higher ranked than its generally better received predecessor. TASM 2 definitely has a web of problems, but not all is bad. The chemistry of Garfield’s Peter Parker and Emma Stone’s Gwen Stacy is really, really believable and well done. While many others did not, I actually liked  Dane Dehaan’s Harry Osbourne due to his different approach to the character. Despite these positives, tone uneveness (Jamie Foxx’s Electro for instance) and a general lack of direction at times really brings TASM down from the better film it could have been. 

22. Doctor Strange (2016)

Doctor Strange is really uniquet. As one may expect of an actor of his caliber, Bennedict Cumberbatch is a really nice fit as the title character. Also, the soundtrack kicks some major ass. However, the villains of the film are really mediocre and some of the most forgettable in the MCU, which is saying a lot. A good film, but just midpack in a solid library.

21. Blade (1998)

The first of the modern Marvel films still holds up pretty well today. Well, for the most part. As I have stated before in another list, Blade’s opening scene is one of my personable favorites to any film. It is scary, gross, and sets the perfect tone for the rest of the film. Wesley Snipes was a perfect casting choice as Blade, and the rest of the casting was pretty solid as well. However, a mediocre ending, some laughably bad dialogue, and some silly concepts (vampires wearing sunscreen?!) hold Blade back form being as good as its sequel. 

We’re Starting to Get  Pretty Good Films Tier

20. The Punisher (2004)

I feel as if Thomas Jane’s Punisher movie is one of the more underrated gems in Marvel’s cinematic history. Jane had a really nice performance as the title hero as he captures both the vengeful vigilante and tragic hero complex of the comic book character. Many of the action scenes are tight, and the film contains several memorable scenes. (The ripping out piercings scene, for one) However, I feel like the film is almost holding back and playing it safe at points. Solid film, but definitely could have been one step greater.

19. The Avengers: Age of Ultron (2015)

Age of Ultron is a film that almost lands with a thud, sort of like the city that fell from the sky. The Avengers sequel is a good film, but feels underwhelming. The great James Spader is never given enough to do as Ultron, the plot is almost too over the top, and it feels underwhelming compared to Cap 2, which came out a year prior. However, the cast chemistry makes the film fun to watch as you can see they are having a great time making it. All of the action scenes are well done as well. Also, giving Hawkeye a personality was nice touch. 

18. Blade 2 (2002)

Blade’s second adventure on the big screen took the impressive fight scenes from the first film and gave it a better story to go along with it. Adding Guilermo Del Toro to the mix helped out the cause too. While the film is far from perfect due to some questionable plot twists, Blade 2 is an enjoyable in a unique way.

17. The Wolverine (2013)

The Wolverine’s story is pretty forgettable, but wow does it have some of the best action set pieces of the X-Men franchise. The setting is super cool, maybe it is because of my Japanese culture bias, but I love the atmosphere and locations in this one. Not much else to say. An entertaining watch even if other X-Men films are better than it. It is a Hell of a lot better than Origins at least. *shudders*

16. The Incredible Hulk (2008)

Wow, 2008 was a fantastic year for superhero movies. DC released The Dark Knight and Marvel had Iron Man. The Incredible Hulk got lost in the mix a bit, but the reboot of Bruce Banner’s rage monster was another thoroughly entertaining superhero film. The movie gets a little generic near the end with its giant monster CGI fight, but 2008′s Hulk is a pretty nice picture. This Hulk ALMOST makes me forget about Ang Lee’s atrocity.

15.  X2: X-Men United (2003)

To many fans of the superhero genre, X2′s placement on this list may seem pretty low. Honestly, I have always felt that X2 was a bit overrated. However, that does not mean that X2 is not a great film. The story-telling is mostly tight, the characters’ motivations are realistic for the most part, and it utilizes flashbacks well. (a rare occasion) One of my grievances from the first film still remains in the sequel: Cyclops does absolutely nothing. Oh well, he gets killed in five minutes in the X3 anyway.

Exceptional Film-making Tier

14. DareDevil: Director’s Cut (2004)

Okay, now this could be borderline cheating. However, the director’s cut version of DareDevil is so much better than the theatrical cut that I had to put it on this list. The box for the Director’s Cut says the version adds a “Devilish new subplot”. I think it should just say it adds a plotline that connects everything and makes the film make a lot more sense. Matt doesn’t stay on the rooftop with Elektra, The Kingpin murders an employee of his to show how scary he can be, and the court plot receives nice depth. Coolio is actually pretty good in his role in this cut as well. This version still does not fix the asinine decision of not killing The Kingpin or erase the odd playground fight scene, but give this one a watch if you have not seen it.

13. X-Men: First Class (2011)

First Class stopped the bleeding from the last two awful X-Men films. Most importantly, it brought us Michael Fassbender’s fantastic version of Magneto. (James McAvoy’s solid Prof. X as well) The scene where Magneto forces the coin through his mother’s killer’s head is one of the best in the X-Men franchise, at least in my opinion. While First Class is a solid film, it still feels like a prologue for something to come. Also, it was “outclassed” by its sequel...

12. Ant-man (2015)

This high of a position may surprise people for Ant-man, but Ant-man is just too fun not to enjoy. Paul Rudd was a perfect cast for the title hero possessing the necessary humor and right amount of emotion to carry the role. The rest of the supporting cast of heroes is also really well cast anchored by a sterling performance by Michael Douglas. However, much like many other MCU films, the villain is just pretty meh. Just an evil bald guy with a similar suit to Ant-man.... sound similar to Iron Man at all?

11. Captain America: The First Avenger (2011)

If one stops and thinks about it, Cap: The First Avengers plot is pretty average and extremely safe plotwise, but the Captain’s likability factor is so high that it carries the movie’s plot through a lot of its,,, shortfalls in originality. The First Avenger takes an old-fashioned film and gives it the perfect pinch of new age style to make it about a perfect blend. Evans’ Steve Rodgers and Hayley Atwell’s Peggy Carter also have top tier on screen chemistry, which makes the main couple of characters even more likable.

10. X-Men (2000)

With help from 2002′s Spider-man, X-Men was the major catalyst that kicked off the modern superhero era of film. Guess what? X-Men stands up pretty well today. There is good action, fun characterization, and a couple decent twists. Guess what else though? Cyclops does not do anything here either besides be an asshole to Logan. The directors really neglected his character for some reason.

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9. X-Men: Days of Future Past (2014)

After First Class dragged the X-Men films out of the pits of Hell, Days of Future Past took the franchise even deeper into its past’s glory. Get it? Past? Anyways, much of the stellar cast from the prior film return along with the best members of the original trilogy films.The end result is a film that combined the best of both time periods. Oh, and Quicksilver’s few minutes of screen time were amazing. Not much to knock here.

8. The Avengers (2012)

Thought this would be number one didn’t you? Well, some annoying plot holes and hype caused it to fall a little bit here. Those problems withstanding, The Avengers is terrific film that most comic book enthusiasts hoped for since childhood. All of the heroes finally group up and take on one of the worst baddies of all. In this case, it was Loki, by far the MCU’s best villain. Containing excellent scenes, such as the Hulk tossing Loki around in the room , and clever dialogue, The Avengers is just a pure fun film.

7. Spider-man (2002)

For a long time, this was my favorite film. Period. Nowadays, I still really love the film that kicked off my love for Marvel superheroes. Sam Raimi seems like an odd fit based on his past work looking back now, but it ended up being a solid match. To this day, Spidey is one of the better superhero origins story due to its mix of heart, humor, and fun. The Green Goblin is still one of the better Marvel movie villains. (even though I still do not understand why exactly Gobby hates Spidey so much after the halfway point of the film after accomplishing his original goal...). Even without the webshooters, Spider-man is a top tier Marvel film to this day.

 6. Captain America: Civil War (2016)

After massive lead up and hype of one Marvel’s most famous story lines, Civil War delivered on most fronts. The main flaw was the plot relies on conveniences. While the villain’s plan is cool and different, it would NEVER have worked in retrospect. Besides over-critiquing, Civil War was pretty much all I wanted it to be: a battle royale between two balanced teams. (although Iron Man definitely had a strength advantage...) The airport scene, the Black Panther street chase, and the final fight are all some of the best in the MCU. Good job not letting us down here Marvel.

5. Guardians of Galaxy (2014)

The men and women behind the scenes at the MCU are geniuses. They took an almost unknown property and made it into a cultural phenomenon. GoG was a huge sleeper hit for Marvel and myself, admittedly. I did not really think much of it during the trailer phase, but after seeing the finished product, I was beyond pleased. Guardians of the Galaxy is high octane from beginning to end and is a blast to watch. I am eagerly awaiting to see the continuing adventures of Star Lord and crew this next week.

4. Deadpool (2016)

I dreaded a Deadpool movie being made. I read and read the comics during my high school years and fell in love with the character. After seeing the Ryan Reynold Origins version of the character, I was furious. Why would you sew his mouth shut?! Anyways, I was luckily wrong in my doomsday theories for a Deadpool film. In fact, it is exactly the type of Deadpool film I wanted. It had hilarious jokes and scenes, fourth wall-breaking, ultra-violence, and Ryan Reynolds’ absolutely nailed the character. Not much more I can say that has not been said.  

3. Iron Man (2008)

I feel sorry for this film. It was completely overshadowed by The Dark Knight that came out a month later. What a lot of people forgot was that Iron Man was a fantastic film that broke the chain of mediocrity from Marvel the past few years before. Robert Downey Jr. revived his career even further by playing a character he was born to play. However, I believe the best part of the film was the way it combined realism of the current conflicts in the Middle East to the fantastical technology of Tony Stark. Obadiah Stone was a decent villain, even if he is sort of forgettable now because most MCU villains have been clones of his. Despite that, Iron Man is stellar.

2. Spider-man 2 (2004)

For a long time, up until The Dark Knight’s release to be more specific, Spider-man 2 was the best superhero film of all time. (in my opinion at least) However, one surpassed it in Marvel land a few years back. Spider-man 2 has all you want in a Spider-man movie. A terrific anti-villain, a well-written inner main character conflict where he has to choose between two paths, and a plot that makes sense almost the entire way through. The train scene and the reveal of the lair behind the mirror are still two of my favorite Marvel scenes to this date. Once again, not much more I can say. This movie still rocks.

1. Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2014)

A surprising choice to some people I bet to some people, The Winter Soldier is an almost perfect superhero film. Cap’s sequel is a fantastic film in about three genres I can think of, including spy thriller. Kind of reminds of a 60′s Bond film with A LOT better special effects. The plot of the film is modern and well thought up and avoids the common problem of being trendy with current event plot ideas. That is a bigger feat than most films of the kind can say. Besides the modern, appropriate and politically astute plot, the best parts of this film are the fight scenes. In the first Cap, he didn’t get to show off his fighting skills very much. But here, he kicks some major ass. Oh, and Black Widow does too, in what I believe to be her best movie as well. Add in Falcon for a flatout kickass trio. Overall, Cap 2 is fantastic from beginning to end and never lets up. Way to to go Marvel.

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[the-firebird69]

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We have a big alert going out and a large warning is from Olympus and it's regarding an EMP it's going to be large and combined I'm going to use it to hit these people so sick of them they know nothing but actually pretty stupid also and dangerous too and the idiot running them. We'll see you for court in prison back stop saying that to us every time you do we come down there and grab your people you don't notice cuz you're an idiot you're an idiot years ago but now we're taking care of the problem. Let's have a large EMP on the way and they're combining it was a C6 and a C5 and a c4 and a few more of them and they're all combining into an m 1 or M2 and my son our son is correct an M2 something to be aware of. It's huge and it's vast as well which makes a big difference just more energy can collect together it's a matter of fact it's absorbing other EMP because of speeding up time it gets here could be an M3 or m4 for real and a wrap around the Earth and it's going to zap everything all the satellites and the Earth calm too lots of cell phones will go down and they have been going down you can't figure it out until their own work you're a bunch of dastardly dumbass dick heads you can't figure out that this is what you planned it's such a jerks and play with us too so we're coming there and kill you cuz it is your plan every time every time you mention it

Thor Freya

We're a bunch of assholes and I'm starting to see why this damn thing is giving me a headache and it's starting to figure out what it was it's like this EMP but it goes on and on and use your headache for hours and certainly does not make resting possible I've been made to do it to myself and everybody here knows what it's all about the max are doing it we can't find a way out of this stuff because we're just going to be harmful losers in moments

Joe m

It's true becoming so small the max are just still humming along bothering everybody a bunch of losers he says the forest might just take over and it's going to pretend they're white people for the most part which isn't that bad because we know we're valuable

But then all the other idiots will be dangerous it's kind of a really rough situation to be in it's getting worse the eMP is going to bring some nightmares with it. We back up our stuff too but these people are nasty. I need safety systems for this and it protects them too and they always bother us about it and they bother him they don't bother telling them but there's a lot of them and they are such a pain in the ass about things that are helping them I feel that we should get rid of them all

Preston

It's true too and if pastored me my whole life about safety devices and Mac has been trying to have me do it it will stop maintenance and he stopped telling them off and it won't hold them off and it's his own Max and not to mention corky who's ridiculous about everything should be mentioned because anything he runs into me complains about but really there's nobody controlling all these idiot Max no running around circles bothering us for each other's stuff any pick just about anything up and start using it and inventions that bother them like one of the fun ones that they do all the time and it's written them too it is unbearable to so many of them doing it it's almost like they're all living dead need to be put down a lot faster I need to be told to leave it's not really working out for anybody with this massive pile of garbage people harassing is three all day and night and harassing everybody else down here point where you know DC gets its way in other words they're not going to stop doing it until DC is gone meaning it has to be a big hole

Zues Hera

Now we're following something if you people been asking for it but DC has been asking for it all over the world everybody there is times a bunch of people who are screaming and yelling at people starting to try and start fights everywhere those people need to freaking die big time everybody's going to beat them to death today said figuring it out when the skillet stuff all these dumb comments coming from DC a lot of them come from bja it's not even running them it's just a complete moron and abhorrent piece of s*** and he needs to die and does work for them all the time this is a f****** a****** with an ego problem and he's a moron

Thor Freya

Go ahead and launching attacks here I'm going to sit here anymore and listen to this arguments about whether we should do stuff or not these people are up and they're onrrey and they're mean and stuff didn't work they're bothering the s*** out of him. Did criticize them enough maybe they'll start changing and be harder than it was that just going to go in from now on you're going to try and control the situation he's saying he should be allowed to just blab out of everything that we need to have control and for the reasons I stated and we stated I have a meeting and said guidelines also need troops in here now I'm sending them in his two tons of them

Olympus

The setting aside a certain percent today to be taken over bunkers and police and paramilitary underground biker so we can respond if there's a problem we need a lot more and we've done a little he says just have the worm poke a hole go in there and take them all out and patch the hole as soon as I start doing that those people are such a pain in the ass they all deserve to be arrested and hung

[the-firebird69]

And you're pretty much in your death throng throws right now so we're not going to listen to you you figured it out stuff at all just considered the fact that you spent the was. But here one thing is stupid cold out of you when you walk by me I'm going to get you out of entire country every single time you do it I don't have Allah decide which and where and spearhead multinational Force to do it and he's going to be the last one to nail your dumbass cuz you were born in his country unfortunately and piece of s***

Zues Hera

We accept that and we try and run our end of Earth program he knows all about it it's pushing it on purpose training lighting it up growing his army using us is food it's almost nothing he's not doing and it's by Max Friday and training and gifting and he won't stop doing it it says no no no you're the one who's doing it now and you were trying to do it and you won't stop because you're a fool you're not a real Satanist then you do understand what you're doing it's true too you keep feeding their fire in today's I don't understand what I'm doing at all and try to manipulate him who's sending the orders out to have us completely killed and it's pissing everybody off because they're already going to do it today and I'm going oh I understand my situation it doesn't make any sense to him of course I'm starting to get this why don't you try and get away okay

Jason

Wow that took a lot and of course I'm going to sit here until we're all gone and he agrees we're trying to take over curascant and he knows all about it cuz of BG in his movies The Bee gees it's terrible we'd ever make a decision is correct especially with him he's the biggest baddest killer we keep on going up to him like he's this little kid bother you for stuff he's going oh I'll get you that as a matter of fact it's a great idea Trump he says whatever you asked me for I'm going to drive through your area from your area out of your area and you'll think you're getting you're such an obtuse a****** he says three so I'm going to get real mad and yell and scream and lose everything cuz I don't care about authority especially ones that are fully intact and huge

Trump

The problem is and he says no doesn't want to hear anything from me

Jason

The problem is you're incompetent and you won't stop feeding him which is what I did a little because you think that we'll have to fight him and like I said he's just taking us down because of you you idiot

Mac daddy

So I wonder what the problem is the problem is if we've got a lot of might and we don't and I keep saying stupid things like the word might and he's going to use it against us because apparently I'm a fool

Jason

How handy you're all talkative this morning I'm going to make you pay for it

Allah and Goddess Wife

You there with a stupid anvil why don't you jamming up your ass you can retard you are so stupid are you going to judge us because he's writing it faster and all the space b******* that's gotten your people killed in you yeah you die every time too right you don't know that you make it happen now to quiet

Thor Freya

All in it's just a talkathon again I want to see these people gone start a nice steady stream so we can be up tonight without any excuses

Olympus