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holylulusworld · 11 months
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Truth or dare
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Pairing: Mobster!Steve Rogers x Wife!Reader
Side pairings: Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark x Pepper Potts
Characters: Sam Wilson, Sarah Wilson, Clint Barton, Peter Parker
Warnings: angst, Steve being an asshole, mentions of arranged marriage, strong female leads, crack, redemption
A/N: I wrote a hopeful ending. Not a fluffy one.
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“Steve, why don’t you wear the blue suit? You know the one I bought some weeks ago. It’ll match the dress I’m going to wear tonight,” you look your husband up and down, smirking as he looks stunning in the suit he chose to wear.
“We won’t match,” Steve is grumpy tonight. He’s usually gentler and softer around you. “No ladies tonight. This meeting is about business and forming an even stronger bond. Things you don’t know shit about.”
“But-“ you frown deeply. “Pepper said she’ll be there. Natasha and Sarah will come. Darcy will bring her better half too.”
He sighs so deeply you fear he’ll stop breathing. “Fine. It’s a meeting for wives,” he waves you off with one flick of his wrists.
“What’s that supposed to mean, Steve?” you are confused as hell. “The ring on my finger means I’m your wife. I think I didn't get the memo we got divorced.”
“Our marriage was an arrangement to help your father out,” he bites back. His tone is filled with venom, and you flinch when he steps toward you. “Do you know why I agreed on this marriage?”
“My father was in trouble and had the money to get him out of said trouble. You wanted me in return,” you meekly reply. It’s the first time you don’t feel comfortable around your husband.
“No. I wanted to stop looking for someone I can fuck. I married you to have a warm place to put my dick. So, you can stop trying so hard to be a good wife. You are all I want. A warm body for me to use.”
You visibly flinch at the blow he just threw at you. That hurt. His words cut so deep you are not sure your heart is still beating.
Arranged or not. Your marriage was special to you. You cherished the bond you believed you have with your husband. Now he claims to not even love you.
It takes you a moment to push the tears away and keep the sob down your throat. You clear your throat and put on your best-faked smile.
“Well, then I can stop trying, Steven,” your voice is even, but inside you are dying. “You should’ve told me so much sooner. I wasted so much time on this marriage. What a shame.”
Steve watches you straighten the dress you are wearing. A dream of blue and silk. His favorite color.
You sigh deeply as you look down at your body. “This dress was fucking expensive, and I can’t return it. Maybe I can sell it on eBay or shit,” you shrug. “Some other women will kill for a second-hand designer dress like this.”
He swallows thickly as you kick off your heels and make your way toward the bathroom. “Have fun with your friends and allies. I hope Pepper is not too disappointed I’m not going to be around. We had plans. You know.”
You enter the bathroom and silently close the door. As you sink to the ground and cradle your face in the palms of your hands, Steve leaves the room.
He slams the door shut, and curses.
“How could I be so wrong? He only ever wanted to use me…”
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“Hey, where’s your lovely wife?” Sam cocks his head to search the room for you. “Steve? Where is Y/N?”
“At home, where she can’t disturb business. She knows her place now,” your husband bites back. He scrunches up his nose and shrugs as Pepper and the other women gasp audibly.
“Punk don’t tell me that you took Rumlow’s comment to heart,” Bucky sizes his friend up. He frowns as Steve tells his best friend what happened tonight. “He said that you got soft to fuck with you. He was all over Y/N that night. She turned him down, you idiot!”
“Steve, no!” Sam runs one hand down his face, groaning loudly. “You got us in big trouble! My sister will murder you and me…maybe even all of us!”
Sam points at Sarah who already makes her way toward the other women in the room. Pepper’s head snaps toward Tony, and Natasha, well she opens her clutch to get a knife out.
“Oh-fuck! I won’t ever get laid ever again. Natasha will castrate all of us and make it look like an accident if she gets to know what you did,” Bucky almost whines when his wife and partner in crime stalks toward him.
Tony panics as his wife gets the gun she hides in her clutch out. “We are fucked guys,” he hiccups. “It seems like someone messed with Y/N!”
“It was him!” all men point at Steve. They take a step back and pray their wives won’t punish them for the shit Steve pulled. “We didn’t know.”
Clint starts sweating, he swallows audibly as his wife is ready to rip him a new one. “I swear, we didn’t have anything to do with this. Rumlow said that Steve got weaker and softer. He blamed Y/N for it.”
“Brock Rumlow is not one of us,” Natasha snaps at Clint. “What he says or does is of no interest to us. But—” she points her knife at Steve, “this bastard dared to hurt Y/N. So…we will hurt him.”
“Agreed,” Pepper smirks darkly. “Ladies…get him…”
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“Do you remember when you married Y/N?” Natasha circles Steve like a lion waiting to pounce on their prey. “Didn’t she look beautiful in her wedding gown? All for you, you moron.”
“Yeah,” he splutters. “You have to understand, a man my stand can’t let a woman rule his life. I need to make sure no one damages my reputation. If not, people will think I'm easy prey. Just like my family and friends.”
“You’re not an easy target because your friends protect you,” Pepper snaps at Steve. “Because all of us are a family we protect each other. We welcomed Y/N into this family, and you hurt our sister.”
“Damn right,” Sarah slaps the back of Sam’s head. “Don’t you have anything to say to your friend, Sammy?”
“Steve…uh…maybe you should go home and fix things with Y/N?” Sam offers. “I bet she’s crying her eyes out right now.”
Tony rolls his eyes and groans loudly. “You’re not helpful at all, Wilson.”
“You may think you and your allies rule this world,” Natasha clicks her tongue. “You are dead wrong.” She sneers as Bucky, Steve, and Tony glare at her.
“We, the women behind all of you make sure no war breaks out. Do you know how often an afternoon tea with one of our enemies’ wives saved your ungrateful asses?”
Natasha slaps the back of Bucky’s head. “Because in the end, you are all just angry children trying to get a new toy. Rumlow’s fiancé will set him straight too. We called her, his mother, and every female family member we could reach.”
“Oh-uh…he’s fucked too,” Bucky chuckles. “At least he will go down with all of us.”
I’m going to experience a dry spell,” Tony sighs deeply. “Again…Thanks, Rogers. Thank you so very much for fucking with your wife.”
“You!” Sarah points at Steve. “You will go home and apologize to Y/N. If she sheds only one more tear because of you, you’re going to lose more than your reputation.”
“BALLS!” Pepper exclaims. “We will cut them off.”
“Along with your dick,” Natasha grunts. “Now, off and you better make things up to her.”
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“Darling?” Steve silently tiptoes inside the mansion. He has a huge bouquet of roses in his arms. “Baby doll? Uh-I’m back home. Doll? Y/N?”
He sighs as you don’t run toward him. Usually, you would drop everything and run into his arms to pepper kisses all over his face. Or drop to your knees to get your hands on his dick. Depends on your mood.
“Sir, Mr. Rogers,” Peter, the youngest member of Steve’s organization stutters. “Mrs. Rogers retreated to one of the guest rooms.”
“What?”
“She said that you could have the bedroom and that you can visit her when you feel the need…” Peter’s face turns crimson as he must tell his boss about all the things you told him. “Marriage duties…uh…Sir…please don’t make me say it.”
“Fuck’s sake, Rumlow,” Steve grunts. He pushes the roses into Peter’s hands. “Put them in a vase and bring them to my wife. Tell her to come back to the bedroom.”
“Sir. I think…”
“I don’t pay you to think,” Steve yells now. “She will come back, or I’ll make her come back. It’s up to her.”
“Sir…I think you should…”
“One more word and you can look for a new job.”
Steve storms off. He’s fuming. There he was, believing you lie awake, waiting for him to come home and make things up to you. But no. You moved out of your shared room to be a brat…
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“Mrs. Rogers, good morning,” one of the maids' chirps. “Do you want to make breakfast for Mr. Rogers again?” She smiles softly.
In silence, you pass your husband sitting at the kitchen counter without even looking at him.
“No. Someone thinks that I should stop trying to be a good wife. I’ll go for an apple. You can ask Mr. Rogers if he wants breakfast this morning.”
You open the fridge to get a bottle of water. Steve flinches as you slam the door shut. He watches you grab an apple and leave the kitchen before he can even say a single word.
“Sir, do you want breakfast?” the maid meekly asks. She doesn’t know what happened between you and your husband. But she knows it’s better to duck your head and stay out of Steve Rogers’ business.
“No. I’m already fed up,” he grunts and gets up from the stool, knocking it over. “Take the day off. All of you. I need some time with my wife…”
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Steve enters the living room, huffing as you pump up the volume. Lily Ellen yells ‘Fuck you’ at him, and he makes a face.
“We need to talk.”
You ignore his presence, even shy away when he sits next to you on the sofa.
“Doll, look at me.”
You don’t look at him. It hurts too damn much to look at the man you believed is an angel when in reality he’s a cruel demon.
“I want to talk to my wife,” he groans as you shut off the TV and get up from the sofa. You don’t speak, or at least look at him.
He’s left behind with fond memories of the last time you watched a movie together. You were seated on his lap and played with his hair.
Steve tried to convince you to watch the movie but you crawled off his lap to open his fly. You got his dick out to play with little Steve while he struggled to focus on the movie.
He closes his eyes, basking in the memory of your pouty lips when you insisted on sucking his dick. Steve gave in. As so often. You only had to bat an eyelash and he caved in.
“Sir, Mr. Rogers," Peter pokes his head inside. He feels his cheeks heat up as Steve cups his crotch. “Do you want me to drive Mrs. Rogers?”
“Drive…what?” Steve realizes what he was doing and drops his hand from his crotch as he stares at Peter. “What are you talking about?”
“She said something about lawyers."
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Steve hurriedly steps inside the guest room, watching you undress. “What are you doing? Doll, I tried to talk to you and now you are…”
“What the fuck? Can a woman not change clothes without you creeping on me?” you snap at Steve. “Get out!”
“You love it when I watch you undress.”
“I made you believe I do,” you chuckle darkly. “I’m damn skilled at faking things. Aren't I?" you ask as you glance at Steve. “All these times I pretended you made me cum or turned me on? I should get a fucking Oscar.”
“Doll, don’t go there,” he warns.
“I had to play with my toys before you came home to get wet for you. I never wanted to marry you. And I never had feelings for you.”
Steve knows you are lying. The way you tend to his wounds after a fight, gentle yet determined tells a different story. You always worried about him.
After a particularly hard day, or rather after you tended to a deep gash on his lower back you wouldn’t let him out of sight for a week. You clung to him like you were glued to his hips.
“Why not? All you want from me is a dripping hole, right?” you wrinkle your nose to push the tears away. “I’m nothing to you.”
He steps closer to you and places his hand on your shoulder. “Y/N, I’m sorry for the stupid things I said. You know that I only tried to protect my reputation.”
“I will go on a short vacation with Pepper, Sarah, Darcy, Natasha, and Okoye. If you need to get off in the meantime, use your hand, Steven. I think you’ll remember how to jerk off by the end of my vacation.”
“Vacation…what?”
He gasps when you shove his hand off your shoulder. “If you would excuse me now, I need to pack a few things for my little getaway…”
Steve watches you storm out of the guest room. He huffs and curses his damn pride. If only he didn’t listen to Brock Rumlow.
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“I didn’t have sex for three weeks thanks to you, Steve!” Bucky complains loudly. “Natasha and I do it daily. Now. Nothing. Not even a handjob!”
Tony nods in agreement. “Same.”
“Don’t ask me,” Clint grumbles. “I will never see a boob in my life.”
“Our wives are officially on strike,” Tony buries his face in his hands. “Pepper said they won’t do shit for us, or with us if you don’t make things up to Y/N.”
“Do something, punk! I want to have sex in this decade again!” Bucky threatens. “If not, I’ll make your life living hell!”
“How? She refuses to talk to me, Buck! I tried to apologize, and she decided to go on vacation with your wife and the others. I tried,” Steve replies.
“Try harder then, punk.”
Steve gives his friend a stern look before deciding it’s time to get his wife back. He won’t back down now. “I’ll get my girl back. No matter what!”
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“Steven Grant Rogers! Why are you here, in my room covered in blood?” you put your hands on your hips as you drink your husband’s appearance in. “Why are you hurt?”
His tie hangs losely around his neck. Someone ripped his shirt open. Steve’s hair is a mess, and his face had to endure a few punches at least.
“I got into a fight with security at the spa,” he huffs. “They are damn tough for security guards at a spa! I told them I want to see my wife.”
“Well, it’s their job to keep creeps out of here,” you sass. “I see now they did a poor job of keeping you out.”
“I’m not some creep, Y/N.”
He stuffs his hands in his pockets and gives you a puppy dog look. “I came here to apologize again. You know I didn’t mean a thing I said that night.”
“You sure about that? Because it sounded like you are damn serious to me that night,” you quip and turn your back on Steve. “Maybe you should file for divorce. A hooker is cheaper than a wife.”
“I was wrong,” he moves toward you. Steve sighs as you shy away again. “One thing wasn’t a lie.”
You sniff, ready for another blow.
“You are all I need," he says as he wraps his arms around your waistline. “I would’ve helped your father a thousand times to get you, doll. You know that. Deep inside your fractured heart, you know that I love you.”
“I’m not sure about it.”
“How about I reassure you that I love you, Y/N?” he offers. “I’ll take a whole month off and we will fly to Paris just like you always wanted.”
“I’ll consider your suggestion,” you won’t give in so easily. Steve hurt you deeply. Even worse. He made you feel unwanted, unloved, and worthless. “For now, all I can offer is to fix the mess you call your face.”
He grins. “That’s a start…”
>> Part 2
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bcacstuff · 2 days
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Applying logic. How do you explain all this? Sam is single, free and heterosexual. Sam travels to GC with Sarah, staying on Airbnb together alone from Sunday to Thursday. They separate because they have separate jobs. Sam returned from Australia. First visit Hyrox to encourage Sarah and participate. This weekend they both disappeared. They have appeared at the same time. I don't believe in Mull, it seems like P's crazy idea. But Sam and Sarah living so close. They could have spent Saturday together. In Glasgow, in Stirling. Why not? At Sam's house for example. Where they have privacy. Eat, drink, sun, casual sex. I don't believe in a marriage commitment. They like each other, sexual chemistry and that's it. Sam is always busy and so is Sarah. It is a practical and comfortable relationship for both. Sam has to stay in Scotland for months now. Sarah has the characteristics that Sam is looking for. She is young, blonde, athletic, sporty. Busy with a son. This point allows Sam free time for himself as well. Sarah looks a lot like Georgia. Then why not? Why does this seem like a crazy idea to you? Convince me logically. Your blog always makes sense. I don't understand your resistance to such a simple relationship between a man and a woman.
Anon, I'm feeling a bit tired to explain over and over again the logic I use. I did in a few posts already and for what it is worth everything I wrote has been confirmed.
I told already when I posted about the villa in GC how they only share a mutual interest, working out, training for Hyrox. And so it isn't such a surprise he showed up at Hyrox in Glasgow, his home town, where he sucscribed to compete as well, and where many friends of him participated in the race as well, including Sarah.
Saying, he is single, a free heterosexual and staying at the same airbnb is not logic, but is confirmation bias. Just the fact someone is single sharing an airbnb isn't any proof or evidence he's dating or more than friends. It's as much as saying any guy wearing a pink shirt must be homosexual. It's stereotyping, it's implying that a person who is single can not share a hotel room or whatever place to sleep and stay with another person depending on their sexual preferences, without bedding them. I know I did many times, I know a lot have said here they're single and did so. It's not odd, it's just a place to crash and stay while in a place with a mutual interest, in this case working out, training for the Hyrox program. It doesn't mean automatically having casual sex as well. That's just a fable made up by people who are narrow minded. It's not logic.
You saying he has to stay in Scotland for months due to filming OL, well we've seen him many times go off for a week or a few days, even to NYC while filming S7. On top of that, as stated many times and not only by me, he doesn't want them close by. During Covid he had to, but that didn't end so well either.
Sarah looking a lot like Georgia??? Well I guess we have different views on that. And why bring up Georgia? Because he went to see her compete last year in a game in Germany? Well, and that's all there was to it, might as well compare that to watching Sarah at Hyrox.
I'm not here to convince you Anon. You gotta do that yourself. But what you are doing is not applying logic, it's applying confirmation bias. You're in a tunnel vision, put there by a blogger who's only 'proof' is filling voids with rumors. You seeing sexual chemistry is solely a result of that tunnel vision, seeing things that are not really there at all. How can you speak of chemistry when you do not even see one picture or these people together? Now use your logic, and ask yourself how much you search and put explantations on things that only confirms what you want to see. On things you think you see because you're in a tunnel vision. Convince yourself how biased that is, did you even consider other explanations? Did you even try to list some things that makes it less credible? It seems you only list the things that add up to your story. How would you know the characteristics he is looking for? Because he sometimes say some things at a talkshow? Where he says the things he knows what people want to hear? Why do you mention Saturday? Because this certain blogger claims he wasn't online? Well that's not true, he liked a lot and even left comments on posts. Why does this blogger not notice how he was much more off social media while he was in London? Where there was no Sarah!! You could easily see when he went to London, when his sm times shifted and were just very briefly, not a scroll before he went to sleep, hardly any likes! How about that? And that's just a few things this blogger leaves out, as it doesn't fit the narative.
We all could have, and did, already predict how this blogger was going to use every little straw she could come up with to spin her story around Sarah from the moment she learned they stayed in GC at the same airbnb. And let me remind you, it wasn't her who found that out, nor her team. It was because I was far ahead and already following things and worked out the villa, before the other blogger even knew her name. If it wasn't for a tweet on Monday 15 January nobody had known he went to GC at all! The said blogger even had to copy images from my blog as she didn't had any stories of Sarah from before. Also not Sunday but Monday he flew to GC and flew early on Friday to Kitzbuhel, not for work or any job but simply by choice. And from there to Munich which wasn't work either, and on to Oostende, work related for one day and from there to LA. How easy would it have been to catch up in Glasgow in between? And why not???
On top of that, and that's what you can't apply to your logic, I heard and saw a few other things, involving women. Not the women you expect, not the characteristics you listed. I haven't posted about that and I wont elaborate on it as well. But for what it is worth, the things I heard and saw doesn't leave much doubt. If I would do the same as this other blogger, I had a lot more proof and coincidences to show you than in Sarah's case. One of the stories I'm told and saw enough evidence of leaves hardly any room for doubts. But I'm not ready to share these information. As what I was told and shown is in confidence not to be shared, people coming to me as they learned they can trust me, as I don't throw any women under the bus and I'm so glad their names didn't turn up in any of my anon messages or anywhere else. I have my integrity and I'm sure I wouldn't have any triumphant feelings about it if I out these things. On the contrary.
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iamnotoriginalphil · 1 year
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Playing the Game (Alex Blake x f!Reader) - Part 2
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Synopsis: Friday night drinks brings something you weren’t expecting
Words: 3.7k
Warnings: 18+, semi-public sex, marking, soft dom!Alex
AN: Second part to Playing the Game, for @prentiss-theorem​ who asked to see what would happen
“You going to explain what’s going on here?”
Morgan was gesturing to the mess of bruises on Alex’s neck. Seeing them kept sending heat through your veins, remembering how you gave her each and every one. The noises she’d made. How she’d tasted. The feeling of her fingers buried in your hair.
You were already addicted to her.
“I think we all know what’s going on there,” Rossi muttered into his glass of scotch.
You had to look away if only not to be seen grinning over at her. No point giving the game away quite yet. But she looked so delicious with your marks along her neck.
“Who is she, Blake?” Morgan asked.
“I’m not telling.” She took a long pull from her beer.
“She looks fun,” Penelope said.
Her eyes met yours for a moment.
“Oh, she is. Very fun,” she confirmed.
Your flush of pride was hidden in the commotion of Sarah falling through the door of O’Keefe’s. There was a shuffle as room was made for her at the table, her cheeks flushed when she landed beside Alex. You kept your growl inside, ignoring the way the blonde shot her a look, knowing she was proudly wearing your marks. She hadn’t even tried to hide them.
All day the promise of the weekend had been hanging over your head. Heated looks throughout the day reminded you of her promise. That she’d be taking you home and not letting you leave until Monday morning. That you’d get to taste her again.
“I need a drink,” Sarah said, breaking into your thoughts.
Something in you loosened as she stood up, only giving a quick backwards glance before making her way over to the bar. Alex’s lips pressed to the opening of her bottle, head tipping back, and all thoughts of the blonde fled from your head. She looked so tantalising like that, neck stretching out, marks on display, lips wrapped around the glass neck of the bottle. You were already itching to get back to her neck, placing a few more well placed bruises on her pale skin.
“I need a refill,” she said, placing the bottle down again.
“Would you be a dear and get me one too?” you asked, smiling sweetly up at her.
“Of course,” she said, rising from her seat.
You watched her walk away, appreciating the sway of her hips and the little look she shot over her shoulder at you. You settled back in your seat, letting Penelope sweep you up in the story about Sam she was telling, trying to remember if you should know who Sam was or if this was someone new she’d yet to tell you about. Her dating life was far more colourful than yours.
“Is Blake ever coming back?” Morgan eventually asked.
Looking down at your watch you realised she must have been gone for a while.
“Don’t worry,” you said, standing from the table, “I’ll make sure she’s still alive.”
She was at the bar, a bottle of beer in hand, Sarah standing far too close to her for your liking. You hovered, close enough to hear what they were saying but not so close that she would notice you right away.
“We could have some fun together,” Sarah was saying, hand landing on Alex’s arm.
“I’m afraid I already have someone to have fun with,” Alex replied, taking a sip from her new beer.
“I don’t often do this, but I’m been told I’m rather spectacular with my tongue,” she said.
“And I’m sure someone will appreciate that,” Alex said, “but I’ve already found someone spectacular.”
“I can see that.” The blonde’s fingers brushed over the skin of Alex’s neck. She flinched back and you knew that would be the moment you had to step in. No one touched Alex when she didn’t want it.
“So I won’t be going home with you tonight,” she said, trying to sound gentle.
“There you are, Blake,” you said, stepping up to her side, “I thought you’d done a runner on us.”
“Sorry, we were sort of-“ Sarah said.
“You don’t mind if I steal her away, do you?” You didn’t bother to wait for her response, “thanks.”
With your hand on her wrist you tugged her away, finding no resistance in her. You snagged the bottle from her fingers, tipping it to your lips, imagining you could taste the remnants of her on the glass. She slid her hand into yours as you led her into the bathroom at the back of the bar. Her lack of questions only spurred you on.
You dragged her into the bathroom, leaving the bottle on the sink. You pushed her into the furthest stall, locking the door behind you. When you turned around, all she did was raise an eyebrow at her.
“You’re far too sexy for your own good,” you growled.
“And you’re jealous,” she said, sounding so amused.
“You’re clearly not available and she’s still trying,” you said, “who looks at this and thinks there is still a possibility of fucking you?”
Your fingers ran over the skin of her neck, a shiver going through her body. Curling your hand around the long column of her throat, you pulled her forward until your lips crashed into hers. She moaned into your mouth, her hands sliding from your hips to your ass, pressing you against her. Your fingers wound through her hair, not caring if you were being too rough. You hated how you felt and the only way you knew how to deal with it was drowning in her.
You pressed her back against the wall, lips trailing down her neck until you found an unbruised spot. The noise she made, soft and held back, clearly trying to be quiet in the public space, was not enough for you. With lips still attached to her neck, you fumbled for the buckle of her belt.
It was fast and hard, your fingers seeking out her heat, sinking in while her trousers were still on. She gasped, clearly not expecting you to actually fuck her against the wall of the bathroom, but you couldn’t help yourself. Your name panted in your ear was hotter than anything you’d ever experienced and you drank your fill of her. She let you, allowing you to drown your anger in the feel of her clenching around you fingers.
The door creaked open, the sound of heels on tiles loud in your ears. Alex’s eyes shot open but you didn’t stop, thumb seeking out her clit. The noise she made was delicious but the other person paused. You brought your other hand up, covering her mouth as you began to circle her clit. Her breathing was shaky against your skin. You lent forward, tongue tasting the skin of her neck, not bothering to find an unmarked space, just needing her to invade every single one of your senses.
The door closed and you let her mouth go, shocked to find indents from her teeth. You hadn’t realised she’d been biting down quite that hard in an attempt to remain silent. You weren’t being kind, you knew that, you were desperate to hear her cum.
It didn’t take long, your fingers pulling it from her. Your name was a low groan and her hands tightened on you. You nipped at the skin of her collarbone, revelling in how well you’d done, how quickly you could make her feel that good.
“Fuck, darling,” she gasped when you finally pulled your hand from her underwear.
You looked at her arousal glistening on your fingers before wrapping your lips around them. She caught your eye as you sucked, tongue licking her from your skin. You moaned at her taste, enjoying the way her gaze turned from hazy to interested again.
“Alright,” she said, still sounding a little breathless, “we’re going home.”
“Now?” you asked, fluttering your eyelashes at her.
“Now.”
You couldn’t wipe the smug smile from your face as you followed her back to the table. She paused, grabbing both her own and your bag.
“We’re going,” she told the table, passing you your bag.
“Is that a new-“ Morgan began to ask, pointing towards her neck.
“Yes,” she interrupted, “it is. We’ll see you on Monday.”
She slung her arm around your shoulder, ignoring the rest of the team, turning you to lead you out of the bar. You were left with the disbelieving stare of Sarah trained on you, followed by her face draining of colour when you caught her eye. Your smirk spoke for itself.
“Oh my God,” you heard Penelope saying, “they were who I heard in the-“
That only increased your feeling of smugness.
There was no discussion about you following her back to her car. She’d driven you to the office that morning and to O’Keefe’s, her hand resting on your thigh, making you believe you knew what it would feel like to have her hands on you that night. With careful hands on your hips, she pinned you against the side of her car.
“I think you made your point,” she said.
“I didn’t hear you complaining,” you replied.
“It’s been a while since I’ve done that in a public bathroom,” she said with a little laugh.
“Connoisseur of public bathroom sex, are you?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Not since my student days,” she replied, “and trust me, it was never like that.”
“How so?” you asked, winding your arms around her neck.
“Darling.” Her forehead rested against yours, “no one has ever made me think public bathroom sex was hot. But in there, I could not care how unhygienic it was when you were touching me. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
“That I’m really good at fucking you?” you asked.
“That I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.”
She kissed you, all consuming, making you forget why you’d been so angry to begin with. She controlled you, consumed you, owned you. And the way she kissed you let you know she worshipped you. It was so soft, while still being full of fire, drawing a whimper from your lips when she pulled back.
“Now, I believe it was my turn to reward you tonight,” she said, “but I think you’ve lost touching privileges, sweetheart. Hopefully you’ll learn some self control tonight.”
“Around you?” you said, feeling breathless, “impossible.”
She smiled, pressing another kiss to your lips.
“Into the car, sweetheart.”
You followed her instructions, climbing inside. The rumble of the engine came with her hand finding your thigh again.
“You know you don’t have to worry, right?” she said as her hand began to trail up your thigh.
“About what?” you asked.
“About me choosing anyone but you,” she replied, “you’re the only one. I’m yours, completely and utterly.”
You looked over, tracing over her profile with your eyes. She was so heartbreakingly beautiful, it was hard to believe she was choosing you. That she would always choose you. So many people wanted her. How were you so special that you were the lucky one?
“Darling?” Her hand tightened on your thigh.
“Sorry, just…” You shook your head, “you’re so beautiful.”
Her shoulders relaxed. The quick glance in your direction had your heart racing with how soft her smile was. Like you were something wonderful and she was having trouble believing she was there with you too.
For the rest of the ride home, your fingers traced patterns onto the skin of the back of her hand as you listened to the radio. The heat had turned down to a simmer rather than an inferno. It was calm, nice, the anticipation building in your stomach welcome. Especially with the ghost of her taste still on your tongue.
Pulling up at her house, you felt a thrill, remembering being in this position the night before. The lace of your lingerie hidden under your coat, waiting to see her response, feasting on her on her sofa. You wanted it all, over and over again, for the rest of your life.
“Come on, pretty girl,” she said, opening her door, “time for you to be taken care of.”
You shot out of the car, your eagerness taking the control you’d had up until this point. Her hand was in yours, leading you into her home. You expected her to stop in the entryway, to shrug off her jacket, to offer you a drink or something. Instead, you were taken straight upstairs, a knowing smile gracing her lips.
Her room was warm, inviting, a large bed dominating the space. It stole your attention far more than anything else, cheeks heating knowing what the implication was. Your arms curled around your body.
“Come on, sweetheart,” Alex said, “you were so excited to show off how pretty you were last night.”
Her hands were gentle as they pulled your arms away from your body. Her fingers slotted between yours, pulling you a step closer. When she kissed you, it was with the care she’d always shown you, beginning to wipe away the moment of self doubt that had seized you. You sighed into her mouth.
“Can I take this off?
Her hands were playing with the hemline of your shirt. You nodded and she made quick work of it, flinging it to one side. It was like her eyes were feasting on your body, just as intent as the night before. Her hands came up, cupping your breasts and you felt yourself arch into her touch.
“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” she murmured.
She lent down, pressing open mouth kisses to your skin. Your head fell back, fingers tangling in her hair as her tongue tasted you. Just like the night before, it sent electricity over your skin. The scrape of her teeth was enough to have you moaning her name.
“You’re so pretty, so beautiful,” she mumbled, “god, I want you so much.”
“I’m yours,” you replied, looking down at her.
She looked up, eyes smouldering. Your breath caught at how gorgeous she was, marks on display, lust in her eyes. All for you. She looked that way for you.
“Let me taste you tonight,” she requested, “I want all of you.”
“Okay,” you said, “yeah, okay.”
You pushed her hair off her face before she went back to laying kisses on your skin. You reached behind you, unhooking your bra and letting it fall to the floor. She groaned at the sight of you, bare for her. Her hands were back on your skin, palming your breasts, watching for when you liked something. You were arching into her, gasping when her thumb brushed over one nipple. She smiled, leaning forward.
Alex’s mouth had to be heaven. Her fingers were wonderful but the way her tongue was making you feel stole your thoughts. You whined, pressing your thighs together.
“Alright, sweet girl, on the bed,” she murmured, but the command was obvious.
She let you go and the air prickled your skin. You were quick to comply, sitting on the edge of the bed. You watched as her fingers slowly moved down her shirt, buttons being undone. You couldn’t tear your eyes away as the bra you’d watched her put on that morning became visible. She stole your breath.
“Hands on the mattress,” she said, standing over you, “you’ve lost your touching privileges, remember?”
“But I-“ She held up a finger, stopping you before you could begin.
“I gave you an instruction,” she said.
You placed your hands down on the mattress.
“Good girl.”
With sure hands, she tugged your trousers down your legs, pressing kisses to your skin as she dragged them from your body. Your fingers clenched, looking at her kneeling between your legs. A more beautiful sight had never existed before.
“I’m so lucky,” she said, “so lucky to have you right here with me.”
Her lips pressed to the inside of your thighs, right beside your knee. You made a small noise, squirming just a little. It was a slow path up to your heated centre, your breathing growing shallow in anticipation, but then she skipped past it, going down the other leg.
“Alex,” you moaned.
“Shh, I’m trying to enjoy how wonderful your skin tastes,” she said.
Her teeth sunk in, just long enough to send a jolt of pleasure between your legs. Her tongue soothed over it, before sucking on it, presumably leaving a mark of her own. You squirmed again until her hands pinned you down, lips and tongue and teeth littering the skin of your legs with bruises of her own.
“Alex, please,” you whined.
“Not until there’s no question about who you belong to,” she said.
“I know who I belong to,” you said, hoping it would mean she would turn her attention to where you needed it.
“And who do you belong to, darling?”
“You.”
Her teeth sunk in again, just for a moment before sitting back, eyes sweeping over her work before settling on the apex of your thighs.  A slow smirk spread over her face.
“Look at you,” she said, “making such a mess already.”
“Need you, Alex,” you groaned.
Her nose nudged at your underwear covered core, tongue pressing down before she was drawing back. You had to fight against the impulse to reach out to her, to clutch her to you. You knew how to follow instructions. You could be her good girl.
“You’re doing so well,” she said, “is this really all for me?”
“You know how much I want you,” you said, “how much I’ve always wanted you.”
“And how much do you want me?” She rested her cheek against your thigh, looking up at you.
“Enough to spend forever showing you,” you replied.
Her eyes lit up and the smile that graced her features was like sun breaking on the horizon. You really wanted to reach out to her, to draw her into a kiss, to show her how much you wanted her. You’d get down on your knees for her, bring her pleasure over and over again. You wanted to get your mouth on her. You wanted to worship her.
“Come here, my beautiful girl.”
She rose, hands cupping your cheeks as she pulled you to her. You were sure you’d never grow tired of kissing her, losing yourself to the feel and taste of her. She left you breathless.
With greedy eyes you watched her peel her trousers from her legs. The memory of her taste was still on your tongue and all you could do was hope she’d let you dive in again. Instead, her fingers hooked into the waistband of your underwear, tugging them down. You kicked them off, wanting to follow her wishes.
She crawled onto the bed, hands on your waist pulling you with her. She settled you on her hips as she lay back, staring up at you. You weren’t used to being so on display, skin prickling where her eyes landed. Her hands trailed up, pulling you down until she could kiss you again.
She moaned into your mouth, hands seeking your skin. You gasped, not able to stop yourself when her finger drifted through your folds. Ghosting over your clit, your hips stuttered forward, seeking out her touch. Her finger was slow as it circled it, dipping shallowly into your entrance. She drank down the noises you were making as she continued to kiss you, teasing you while she knew you would not be retaliating. You really wanted to touch her.
Drawing back from the kiss, she watched your face as she gave you a little more. The strangled noise you made seemed to delight her. Her hand on your hip tugged, making you shuffle further up her body. You paused at her chest, realising what she was trying to do.
“Come, darling,” she said, trying to continue guiding you.
“Oh, no, you really don’t have to,” you said, that same self conscious doubt back in full force.
“I know I don’t,” she said, looking at you with heat, “but I’d really like to.”
You weren’t able to say no to her. You were hesitant as you lowered yourself onto her face, hands grasping her headboard to keep your balance. Her hands curled around your thighs, pulling you down more firmly onto her. Your fear of suffocating her lasted until the first swipe of her tongue.
The vibrations of her moan shot through your body setting you on fire. Your fingers clenched on her headboard. Her lips found your clit and all your self consciousness fell away. All you were was the feelings she was gifting you.
Gone was the teasing, replaced with an enthusiasm you weren’t used to. Your hips began to rock against her, seeking out the feeling. When you looked down, her dark eyes were staring up at you, mouth devouring you. All you could do was gasp her name, begging her, chasing the pleasure spreading through your body.
And then it broke over you, the pleasure spreading until it was all consuming. Her tongue slowed, your body relaxing. She was still looking up at you when your eyes finally opened. She placed a soft kiss to your clit, making your body jerk, before gently guiding you off her face.
You fell on the mattress, boneless but desperate for her still. She rolled over, fingers on your chin pulling you to her, kissing you deeply. Your body moulded against hers, skin to skin, but you still kept your hands to yourself, not sure if you were allowed to touch her yet. Being able to taste yourself on her tongue only made you feel hot all over again.
She grasped your hands, putting them on her waist. From there, you wrapped your arms around her, sliding your hands up her spine, fingers sliding under the band of her bra. She kissed you harder before pulling back.
“I don’t think you realise how absolutely perfect you are,” she murmured.
“I am?”
“Darling girl, there is no one else I could possibly want in this world but you.”
You couldn’t help yourself, drawing her in for another kiss. She chuckled against your lips, curling her arms around you until any space had disappeared.
“I’m yours, forever and always,” she mumbled against your lips.
You could only kiss her harder in response.
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thatmexisaurusrex · 6 days
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if we got a second season of tfatws what would you want to be in it 👀
Oh my gosh, such a good question to ask! 😆 A very hard one too Cassie, lemme think on this 🤔
Okay, a few things that would be a must would be:
A "Meanwhile, on the boat..." moment, or perhaps a montage of moments where things are happening throughout the MCU movies that happened post-TFATWS and Sam and Bucky are just 😂 on the boat, hearing about the events after the fact. I keep thinking about the scene in season 7 of Supernatural where they montage Dean commenting on what Castiel does with his new godlike powers while Dean fixes his car, but it doesn't have to be like that (3:16-3:46 here for reference lol).
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Sam needs to save Bucky from falling. Sam had someone he couldn't save in the air. Bucky didn't have anyone to save him when he fell. Sam and Bucky both need that catharsis and it's wild that didn't happen in the first season.
Sam flying around as Bucky snipes at things 😂 Again - how did that not happen in the first season?
Sam and Bucky must either be already roommates or looking for an apartment which will be the place they will live in together.
Sarah, AJ, and Cass must be in it as well as other people we've seen like Carlos, Tommy, Isaiah, and Eli.
Another song by Curtis Harding must close the show's next sunset ending (it MUST be a good ending where they look into the sunset again, I'm sorry, I don't make the rules). Perhaps Can't Hide It by Curtis Harding?
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Joaquín! There must be more Jay, I refuse to believe there wouldn't be so much more Jay in a season two.
FLASHBACKS. WHERE. WERE. THE. FLASHBACKS. Gimme Sam and Riley flashbacks, flashbacks of Sam with his family, gimme more info on Sam.
Can we???? Get more info on Sarah too???? Like was she married before??? Who are Cass and AJ's dad or dads??? How does she feel about Sam disappearing for a huge chunk of years??? I just want to know more about her.
And GIDEON. GIVE SAM HIS OLDER BROTHER.
Also, GIVE SAM BIRD TELEPATHY, YOU COWARDS, AS WELL AS A FALCON NAMED REDWING.
AYO AND ANEKA VISIT. THEY HAVE TO VISIT. LET AYO AND ANEKA BE BESTIES WITH SAM AND BUCKY.
Acknowledgment that Sam found Bucky in Europe but kept Bucky's secret and visited Bucky. Also that Sam visited Bucky during his time as a goatherder in Wakanda, possibly with a reference to the costco tub of lube 😂
MORE EPISODES. GIVE US MORE EPISODES. GIVE US TEN EPISODES AT LEAST, YOU COWARDS.
Things I can live without but I think would be a waste if they aren't in a hypothetical season two:
A huge and exciting action sequence during a New Orleans Mardi Gras Parade with Sam being the King of that parade.
There's a team of villainous jugglers in the Marvel comics called the Death-Throws. I really want them as secondary comedic villains who may or may not be kind of good people a la Jessie, James, and Meowth from Team Rocket in Pokemon movies. Just let Sam and Bucky have some comedy villains in the background doing their thing, Marvel.
Visiting Steve on the Moon. I just think Sam and Bucky deserve space shenanigans. I will also take a Facetime, if that's too out of budget, though.
Misty Knight cameo where Sam and Misty either imply or outright talk about being exes. Probably amicable, though, it would be funny if Sam's a bit awkward about it, but Misty's chill with him.
Karli resurrection. She deserved more of a redemption arc than Walker. Bring her back to life, Disney, I dare you.
Bucky and Falcon!Redwing don't get along. More because Bucky is jealous than anything else.
A VISIT TO WAKANDA! Do they go to Birnin Zana? Do they visit the town Bucky was living in as a goatherder? Do they go to Ayo and Aneka's home for dinner? Maybe they possibly only let Sam into the country while Ayo is like "I told you to lie low for a while, White Wolf" to Bucky 😂
Baron Zemo can have a cameo, if only because Anthony Mackie was bummed that Daniel Brühl isn't a part of Cap 4.
Wildest Options I Don't Think Would Happen But I Would Love:
SamBucky wedding. It all takes place the days leading up to their wedding. Or, if I'm being more realistic, a wedding. Like, if, say Sarah and Rhodey were getting married or Carol and Valkyrie or perhaps Ayo and Aneka.
SamBucky kiss? Though, again, highly doubt that and I'm really okay with SamBucky not being canon.
Fourth wall break where Feige himself walks into a room, sits down, and apologizes about how he treated Sam Wilson's character in the MCU and promises to do better. He pulls out an entire slide show and the episode is just him talking about how he will be integrating Sam more thoroughly into the MCU. I'm talking how specifically Sam will cameo, where he will cameo, pitches for other projects Sam will be heavily tied to, the works.
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stuckyfingers · 4 months
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I'm just thinking about autistic Steve...
(I'm not as well educated about autism as I'd like to be so do correct me if I'm wrong)
Like, he's always been 'weird' even apart from his physical disabilities. He's felt a kind of self hatred over how sensitive he is to little things that are wrong but he can't explain why.
He hated talking but also loved talking about one specific thing that noone had any idea why he liked. (If someone can headcanon his hyperfixation, that'd be great). Either way, it didn't make him very popular among his peers. As a child he'd get bullied for just about anything because of how many faux pas-es he made.
He'd try to get home as soon as possible from school and shut himself into his plywood cabin of a room and cry. Bucky theorized that he was a vampire because of how much he liked fabric lined dark places.
He never guessed it wasn't normal to hate wearing clothes, so he continued living in constant discomfort and caution. Sarah had caught on to the specificities of how he needed his food and tried her best to get his safe foods on the table despite being poor. (Yes, she even called it that.)
Did I mention he also starts crying when he can't predict his day. And when things get more and more uncertain with the Depression swinging in, he gets so stressed that his heart problems worsen.
But having Bucky as a friend helps them both survive the times. Bucky was the only person who seemed unconcerned and unjudgmental about Steve's 'moodiness' and 'fidgeting'. He tried to understand when Steve described sensory overloads to him, and though he couldn't relate he accommodated Steve as much as he could.
Steve was frighteningly smart and picked up on every social cue he found, organizing them into a mental flowchart, assuming that this was what everyone did. But for most of his childhood he saw himself as less smart because Bucky seemed to be able to tell him things that he somehow still missed.
"Well how the fuck am I supposed to know that if they don't give any indication of being sarcastic?"
"Because it's not sarcasm, Steve... It's just- talking shop. A fake nice word, just because."
"How am I supposed to tell the difference?"
"Well, you just do. I don't know how you could... consciously do it."
By the miracle of God (and Bucky) he pushes through Eugenics era until 1943.
The Serum brings color to his eyes and more sound to his bad ear.
And he hates it.
But what's new is how much more physical energy he has to mask it.
It feels comparatively better to be able to mask without getting exhausted so fast, so he assumes his 'weirdness' has been cured and goes to war. In his line of work, however, he never gets a day's rest for his brain that craved routine, and because of how he's now able to push the feeling deep down and cover it up, Bucky can hardly recognize him.
And when he's out of the ice, his brain is turned to mush at having to learn new cues along with being autistic but anyone in that situation would have found it as difficult, so he passes it off.
One day he sees one of the people at Sam's VA talked about how their autism shaped their experience of PTSD differently, and Steve did the customary google search to learn more about it.
It said 'can't make eye contact'. But he knew the correct ratio of eye contact / looking away and what part of the eye he could look at so that it wouldn't drive him mad.
It said 'sensory issues' and he felt bad for those who actually had it because that must be horrible.
'Black and White thinking' okay but that doesn't mean- but see, he did know that illegal things weren't necessarily bad, right? He was ready to accept the criminality of something if it was a means to a moral end. And maybe there were some things that he could not see any nuance in but there were so many things he could. He couldn't have believed in Bucky if his thinking was Black and White right?
'Lack of empathy' No. Steve didn't understand people's feelings immediately, but he always logically guessed when they needed help. He kept note of the things that people found comforting so that he could be of comfort when they were down. He was empathetic, right?
He knew he wasn't autistic. (spoiler alert, he's just reading the symptoms from an outside perspective)
It's when he starts following more and more autistic creators that he felt less wrong for those weird things he did as a kid. He chuckles nervously scrolling through the tiktoks like "Ha ha why are ya'll so relatable"
He's not immune to the stigma but comes to terms with it. It feels a lot like how he came to terms with being queer. He's even surprised when he realizes that he was also wrongly assuming that it was gone because of the serum when it just became more manageable (for others) when he did.
Bucky listens like he always did when Steve explains things to him. And after a long while of living his truth with Bucky, Steve gets more comfortable describing himself as autistic to other people as well.
He starts experimenting with stimming, which already feels MILES better than forcing himself into a 'calm' and steady Captain's body language. Once he retires after Endgame, he surrounds himself with comfort and accommodations in his apartment and builds a routine he can finally be at peace with.
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abarbaricyalp · 21 days
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Either 🛥️ or 🐦 for the SamBucky romance asks!
Sambucky staples! From this list
🛥️ Meanwhile, on the Boat...
Bucky's phone rang for the fourth time.
"You should get that," Sam panted, though he didn't let go of Bucky's hair to facilitate that happening.
It didn't matter. "Not for half a million dollars," Bucky rejected instantly. He put his mouth back against Sam's neck, working a bruise up to the surface just to prove some point that they'd both forgotten about at that point.
"It could be important," Sam said, half of the thought getting lost in a gasp.
Bucky settled his weight against Sam more firmly, hips pressing into Sam's, thighs holding Sam's apart, even thought he little sleeper couch in the cabin was definitely not big enough for this. "I don't care. Not as important as you."
So true, Sam agreed to himself. If it wasn't for the fact that Bucky's phone was on the floor, so it was vibrating half the ship with each ring, he'd be more than happy to let Bucky ignore it.
It began to ring for a fifth time.
Sam sighed and pushed Bucky back, which wasn't super successful, but he managed to free an arm and could grab the phone. If it meant he strained up against Bucky's flushed body to use him as an anchor, so be it.
"Cass texted you a bunch of nonsense about a countdown. Sarah called you three times. The last two were Cass. Oh, he just texted again to say that... 'Mom's on her way. SOS.' What's that mean? Why are you two in trouble with Sarah?"
"Oh, shit," Bucky acknowledged for the first time in a while. He scrabbled to get off of Sam and only managed to fall flat on his face in the process when his hand slipped off the edge of the cot.
Like some kind of stage cue, Sarah walked into the cabin just as Bucky was extricating his face from Sam's chest. Her mouth curled to one side, completely unimpressed, and she crossed her arms.
"I said distract him. Not steal him away for the whole afternoon."
"That's not my fault," Bucky said. "He's too distractible."
"You're too distractible," she accused. "People have been waiting for half an hour."
"Waiting on what?" Sam asked, shoving Bucky back so they could both sit up. "Distract me from--- Oh."
Sarah threw her hands up in the air and Bucky had the decency to look sheepish. "Can you pretend to be surprised?" he asked.
"I knew I shoulda just brought everyone out here. Given you a real surprise," Sarah added.
"Y'all planned a whole party for me?" Sam asked, feeling deeply touched even while Bucky was getting the Sarah Wilson Special as far as eye daggers went. Sam hadn't seen some of these looks since high school.
"Well, Sarah did most of the planning," Bucky admitted.
"He had one job this whole time!"
"I did my job!" Bucky defended. He threw an arm around Sam's shoulders and grinned in a way that would get him out of a lot of trouble, but not this trouble. "I kept him distracted."
"Just get your thick heads to the house. Please and thank you. And I'm not leaving this boat until you two stand up."
Pointedly, Sam stood up. Reluctantly, Bucky followed.
"A whole surprise party, huh?" Sam asked, hooking his fingers in Bucky's belt loops to tug him forward.
"My job was also to make sure you weren't out of state when it was happening," Bucky added with a pleased little grin. "I kept you home for three whole days."
"Yeah, I bet you were just out there single handedly defeating aliens," Sam agreed. He leaned in for a series of short kisses and had to duck out of the way when Bucky went for his neck again.
"Wait a minute," he said, letting go of Bucky to bring his fingers up to his neck. Judging by the way Bucky was already creeping to the door, he knew the answer. "Did you just put a hickey on my neck before I go see everyone?"
"No one will be able to tell!" Bucky called as he dashed out of the cabin and across the deck to the pier.
Sam was quickly after him, the boat rocking behind them.
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thirdtidemouse · 2 months
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as i gaze upon your blog i wonder, “what the hell is taskmaster?” i’d journey the lands of safari but its much better to hear the words of insight from the enjoyer. quite interested in the au tho, tempted to watch this thingamabob because of it. i like hearing your ramblings about your fave doodabs and whatchamajigits. i am determined to return to you with the holy gift of a singular hilda but finals are kicking my ass and i’m learning a new art program. while i wait i’d love to be graced by your words :3
HI ANON!! first of all good luck with finals and your new art program i hope everything turns out BEAUTIFULLY for you don't forget to have fun!!
i'm so glad you asked! taskmaster is a ridiculously entertaining gameshow that originated here in the uk with other versions in other countries. it's super fun to make aus/character studies around the tasks because they're so telling of personality!
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the format of the show is - 5 comedians per season are set tasks by host greg davies (6'8" ex-schoolteacher, and it shows) and creator/cohost alex horne (the brains behind it, but onscreen is very weaselly/neeky and generally picked-on).
each episode begins with a prize task, in which contestants must bring in prizes to be won by the winner each day - the most high-octane item, the thing that makes the best noise, the most difficult thing to take home. prizes range from body parts to furnished bathroom sets. these, along with every other task, are scored in the studio from 1-5 points. the rest of the tasks are filmed beforehand mostly in one house, individually and sometimes in teams, and are incredibly arbitrary, silly, confusing or difficult:
eat as much watermelon in 60 seconds. eat an egg the fastest (it starts raw). interview, then write and perform a song about this stranger. conceal an entire pineapple on your person. take three huge exercise balls to the top of this large hill. make the biggest mess, then clean it up. get this object as far away from here as possible. go the longest time without blinking.
sarah kendall purposefully, blindfoldedly, throws her own house and car keys into the trees in front of the building. james acaster gets taken aside onstage to be told off by greg like a schoolboy. respected academic richard osman throws a shopping trolley into a river in a fit of rage (it is retrieved). nish kumar and mark watson write a genuinely beautiful song together. bob mortimer makes a floor-size chart documenting the amount of piss produced across britain.
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the episodes end with a live task in the studio in front of the audience. the show allows the contestants to genuinely go off the rails with comedic creativity and problem solving, and it's SO fun to impose characters onto this template. person gets presented with task -> completes task as they see fit -> is judged on their actions -> reacts to the judgement. like if you want to develop an oc. look no further!! put them on taskmaster in your brain.
every contestant, whether it be famous comedians, up-and-coming stand-ups, or actors & presenters, really shine in taskmaster. people who i don't really find funny become entertaining and i root for them simply because of the genius format of the show.
it gets gross, argumentative, tense, earnest, and never ever loses the clownish spirit and light-heartedness of the meaningless and hilarious program it sets out to be. greg davies is ruthlessly harsh with points, alex horne is endlessly nitpicky and often bullied, and they frequently bring up fanfiction written about the two of them for some fucking reason. they embody such perfectly fine-tuned characters, only to break them constantly to laugh at the show.
if anyone (no one) wants to know a few of my fav contestants rn they are:
sam campbell, lucy beaumont, sarah kendall, bob mortimer, nish kumar, james acaster, and the ENTIRE freakish family team dynamic of frankie boyle, ivo graham, jenny eclaire, kiell smith-bynoe, and mae martin
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thank you anon :-) i'm sorry this was so long i hope you didnt mind reading it all and it told u what u wanted to know!!
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samodivaa · 10 months
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Heeeey ❤️ Would you do an imagine where Y/N is Buckys girlfriend and also part of the team but one time it happens she get accidentally shot by John Walker and nearly dies and Bucky gets furious about that, so Sam has to keep him back from hurting him as well. Then they stay by your side and take care of you. Maybe Sam offers you both to stay in Louisiana with him and Sarah for your recovery and it's just all fluffy ? Hope this is fine 🥰
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(The Falcon and the Winter Soldier - Episode 5 : Truth) The three of them are fighting John, Bucky manages to catch on of John's wrists, twisting it behind his back, using his weight on it to push him down to his knees. John’s fight-or-flight response activates and he pulls a gun from his leg holster, aiming blindly at Bucky. He quicky shields himself with his metal arm, causing the bullet to ricochets with a little spark off the vibranium and lands in y/n’s chest as she was getting up from the ground to aid Bucky.
Y/n eyes look into face of the evil - John and then at Bucky as he screams in torment and pain, he was not fast enough to catch her fall. The everlasting pain rises as he meets his worst fear. She doesn’t say anything, the need to feel his touch for the last time is greater. Her vision is getting cloudy and Bucky is still cursing and still sobbing as their fate endlessly fall into the power of the universe. Y/n is dying in pain again and again as she hears his long distant cries. Her eyes seem peaceful, but deep inside slowly her soul is fading away. As the world's falling cold, she meets Bucky’s eyes for the last time - looking back at their passing lives, their memories to see…turn back before the dawn of winter. „Bucky I bought you food and more flowers“ the morning light hides the darker days gone by, the sun shining once again across the blazing skies into the room – live goes on, but he is desperately lost in a dream, dissociation fills his days. His ancient life lost it’s peace for the second time – the light in her eyes, taken away by a man in disguise. „He is no longer Captain America… I-“ „So nobody will notice if he dies, right?“ Frantic charge for a need to revenge, a place to hide. Bucky gets up, heading to the door as Sam hugs him, the touch grounding him in reality for a while. „Bucky, she needs us…she needs you here“ He is suffering, burning with rage, so alive yet so soulless. „Jesus, I don’t even need the Winter Soldier for this I will kill him with my bare hands…I will…I will-“ his words bring more pain to the sadness, there is a moment of silence before he lets It all out and Sam doesn’t let go – in pain they find unity. „When she wakes up you will come to Louisiana, you promised her Bucky…she loved it there“
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„Bucky-y“ the room is suddenly full of live, her beautiful eyes just blaze through him, shattering the frozen heart of winter. „We will go to Louisiana…as soon as they discharge you from here“ his sunshine brights up the darkest corners of his mind. Y/n lets a weak smile before falling asleep once again. -------------------------------- „Guys, we need to go to my home country“ y/n is sitting in Bucky’s lap and they pass a bottle of beer to each other, sharing it. „As soon as you recover enough, sunshine“ he says, caressing her face with his flesh fingers. „Bucky, go easy with the princess treatment she is so spoiled already“ Sam laughs, looking at Sarah who nods in agreement. „Cause you were brought back in my life, baby“ If there's one thing that Bucky knows, y/n is his heart and soul and his love will stay till the end of the line.
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jadedvibes · 2 years
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Congratulations on the 6 month blog-iversary 🥰
If you're feeling this request then maybe the first time reader and bucky are introduced and he instantly blushes everytime she says his name and then he's like try calling me James instead and its even worse and he has to leave the room. 😂 You can decide how it ends
Say My Name
Pairing: tfatws!Bucky x reader
Warning: Excessive Fluff, shy Bucky <3
Word Count: 1.2k
A/N: Thanks for sending this in! It’s a little longer than a drabble, but I hope you like it, I changed it just a little bit! Jade's 6 Month Blogiversary 💜
Like, comment, and/or reblog to put a giant smile on my face ♡
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Bucky walked up the steps to Sam’s place and knocked on the door, a white store-bought cake in hand. AJ and Cass especially loved this cake at the last party, so he figured it would be a nice surprise to bring along on his impromptu visit. He was hoping Sarah would answer the door since she was always a welcome breath of fresh air in comparison to Sam’s smart-alecky self. 
Nevertheless, despite his faux surface-level aversion, he truly cared for Sam. And the Wilson’s were some of the greatest people Bucky had ever known, which is why he found so much joy in spending time with them all. As he waited for someone to come to the door, he peered around and noticed that Sarah’s pickup truck wasn’t in sight, but there was a small compact car that he hadn’t seen before. He thought that was strange, but he figured that would mean at least Sam would be home. 
Bucky’s breath hitched in his throat when instead of Sam, it was you that came to the door. Recently, his old school charm and confidence had made a comeback, but all words were lost when his eyes connected with yours. Gorgeous, stunning, captivating. 
You furrowed your brows as you took in the blue-eyed man standing in front of you. When you heard the knock at the door you thought it was odd because Sarah didn’t tell you that you’d be expecting guests. As your eyes roamed over his features, your gaze landed upon his hands holding the cake — one flesh and one metal. You internally chastised yourself for not recognizing him from the jump, it was Sam’s best friend Bucky. 
“Hey there,” you beamed, leaning up against the doorframe. 
Bucky cleared his throat, blinking a couple times before finding his voice. “I’m, uh, Bucky, or um James,” he stammered. 
Your smile was brilliant, and your presence made his heart race in a way it hadn’t in a long while. 
Sarah told you about how handsome Bucky was, but seeing him in real life beat all the descriptions. He was awfully adorable too, and she didn’t mention how shy he was. 
You smirked, “Hi, Bucky. Sam’s not home, if you came to see him.”
Bucky’s heart skipped a beat when you said his name, a soft smile gracing his lips. Oh, it sounded so sweet slipping off your tongue. Bucky felt heat rising to his cheeks, and he didn’t know how to stop it. 
You watched as a blush crept up the striking man’s cheeks, and you grinned at the sight before you — The boyish smile tugging at his lips as he stood there, meeting your gaze. Sam once told you that Bucky had a propensity for staring, but he never mentioned how cute he looked while he did it. 
“Bucky?” You bit your lip to suppress your smile, waiting for him to respond. 
And then you said it again, and he’d never heard a sound so lovely. Bucky could feel his ears turning red at the warm sound of your honeyed voice; he couldn’t figure out what the hell was going on with him. Exhaling a breath he didn’t know he was holding, “Oh, right um. Is it alright if I drop this off for the kids then?” He lifted the cake. 
“Yeah of course, come on in. They’re just playing video games, but I’m sure they’ll be happy to see their Uncle Bucky.” You stepped aside, and he nodded courteously before heading to the kitchen. 
Crap, I could listen to her say my name forever. 
After reaching the kitchen counter, he rubbed his hands together nervously. “Actually, would you mind calling me James?” he asked, hesitantly. He tried to think of a reason, he had literally given you two options and you were free to choose, but hearing you say his nickname made him feel shy, and that shouldn’t be. “I’m trying to do away with the nickname,” he lied. 
You grinned, scrunching your nose as you processed his words. He made very little sense, but you weren’t one to argue. “Sure, James.”
Heat crept up Bucky’s neck as his gaze fell upon the cake on the counter. It wasn’t the name, it was the girl. He looked up at you, completely red-faced and bashful. 
Taking in his flushed complexion, you got concerned. You remembered that he was a supersoldier, and you were pretty sure that meant that he didn’t get sick. “James, are you alright?”
Bucky pinched the bridge of his nose, he knew he was acting like a dorky teenager getting nervous at the sight of a pretty girl, so he decided to come clean. Rubbing the back of his neck, “I’m sorry, I’m not normally like this, it’s the nerves. It’s just that, you’re so gorgeous, and it’s not often that I meet such breathtaking women, not that you’re like any of the women I’ve met, it’s just —.”
You cut off his rambling, “I make you nervous?” you asked teasingly. 
He shrugged, “You do.” Now that the truth was out in the open, he felt himself calm a bit, despite how embarrassing the declaration was. 
You giggled, “I feel like I’m the one that should be nervous, you’re literally an Avenger.” 
“Well, technically, it’s —,” he paused, taking a deep breath. “I’m sorry, can we start over? I’m Bucky, I get shy around pretty girls, and I realize I should’ve called before showing up today,” he said more confidently. 
“I’m glad you didn’t,” you said with a warm smile. 
Bucky blinked in surprise. “Oh, yeah?” he asked with a grin. 
“Definitely, I like it when really good-looking men show up unannounced with cake,” you said playfully. 
He let out a laugh, you were adorable, and your silliness put him at ease. “Well I’ll have to keep that in mind, doll. Although, I should probably call ahead to make sure you’re here.” 
You stared into his alluring blue eyes, incapable of wiping the smile off your lips. His laugh was endearing and his smile so dazzling. It was your turn to ogle, and it wasn’t until AJ meandered into the kitchen that you fell out of the trance. 
“Hey, Uncle Buck. Is that for us?” the boy asked gleefully, pointing at the sweet treat. 
Bucky came back to reality, “Oh hey, bud,” he smiled, patting AJ’s shoulder. “It sure is. Do you want some right now?” he looked up at you. “If that’s okay?” 
You nodded your head, “Sure, it’s not too late. Why don’t I cut us all up a couple slices?”
AJ grinned, “Thanks, Aunt Y/N. I’ll go get Cass,” he said before heading to get his brother. 
You looked back at Bucky, smiling at you brightly.
“Oh, I should’ve mentioned, my name’s Y/N,” you said, only now realizing you had yet to give him your name. 
“Y/N,” he repeated, subtly nodding his head with a twinkle in his eye and a charming smile spread across his features. 
“Mhm,” you mumbled, quickly walking around him and busying yourself with finding plates and forks — trying to distract yourself from the feel of butterflies in your belly and heat rushing to your cheeks at the sound of your name on his lips. 
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aro-pancake-writes · 5 months
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@spookyspecterino @fangbangerghoul @bearlytolerant
WIP Wednesday! Let's do it!
This one's living up here, rent free in a triplex, along with Chant from Hadestown.
Ng+ spoilers.
It's just a sketch for a first chapter, but let's go!
Btw, it's about a Starborn that did everything to go back.
Lover everything I do, I do it for the love of you.
I've been travelling for… so long I lost count. Searching, looking, everywhere.
My hands are bloody. My emotions are all but gone. I don't even bother anymore. Not with trying to meet the new versions, with seeing them die.
I tried, I think. Once, long ago, when all of this started. I wanted to move on, to continue with my life, fix the mistakes I couldn't fix before.
But this is the last jump I'll ever take. I'll resign. Find an empty planet and live there the rest of my days. Or end it all before that. I just know that I can't stay in this universe a moment longer.
I close my eyes, remembering him. The reason I jumped in the first place. He told me to. He said, promised, that we'd find eachother again. That he'd love me in every universe.
I laugh at that last one. There's still a scar on my stomach from one of the meetings we had. One that Sam never had Cora. That he still loved Lillian.
I'm broken now. My only guiding light is, was, to find him randomly across the universes. The Unity said he would eventually jump in, he'd come looking for me.
It's been millennia, and I'm no longer sure.
So, one more jump. One last try.
The lights are blinding, and the sights were once mesmerising. They lost their beauty for me so long ago.
I make my way back to New Atlantis. One last time.
There's something hauntingly familiar as I walk through the spaceport to the Lodge. Something that tells me I've been here before. I've been to this version.
I step into the Lodge, waiting to meet Sarah, have her asking me about the artifacts. I prepare myself for Walter snark comments and Matteo's awe.
But that's not what I see.
The first thing I see is a familiar cowboy hat. Sam.
I hold back from jumping at him, no matter how much I want to and it breaks what's left of my heart that I can't. It didn't end up well before.
I watch, patiently, as he turns to face me, removing his hat.
Sam looks older. There are strands of silver on his hair and beard, and wrinkles forming around his eyes. But it's still him.
He's smiling. Arms open and inviting.
I cross my arms, fighting even more the urge to go to him. It's not my Sam. Not the one of my original universe. That I fell in love with. It's another version. Right?
I can't be back. After all this time, to be sent back feels like the Unity is rubbing it off on my face.
“Haven't seen you in a while, love.” Sam says, stepping closer to me. “You're still as beautiful as the day I lost you.”
He touches my face, and I allow him. It's been so long since I felt any kind of warmth, that this feels like it's scorching my skin and I want more.
“Please, don't tease me like this.” I say, remembering the universes I've told him.
“I'm not.” He says, placing a hand on his holster, taking out the pistol there. “This is for you. Saved my ass more than I could count. Time to give it back.”
It's my pistol. I couldn't bring myself to use one like it since the first time I went through. Couldn't keep them.
“It's yours now.” I push his hand back, so he can put it away. “I can't take it away from you.”
His smile dies. It's almost like he sees that I'm not the person who walked through Unity.
“Why would I need it? It was a reminder of you.” He asks, stepping back. “I finally got you back. And I'm not letting you go again.”
Again.
If there was ever any doubt that I'm back, it fades away. I'm home.
I can't resist anymore. Falling into his arms, I allow myself to feel again. I cry, holding on to him.
“How long?” I gather the courage to ask, unsure if I want too know.
“A little over ten years.” There's sorrow as he answers me, running a hand on my back.
I missed so much. Cora is all grown up now. Probably off to college.
And I can rest. Hoping that is not just another bad joke from the Unity. They did it so much by now, with universes where he was already dead, or happy in a different life. Those were the worst for me.
Not really thinking, I kiss him. It's a heavy kiss, where we both show how we missed eachother.
I can't believe we're finally back together. After all this time.
“So,” I lean back, looking into his lovely blue eyes, “what did I miss?”
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dilemmaontwolegs · 2 years
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*gasps* empty inbox? well we can’t have that! just wanted to say thanks for churning out fics the way that you do. you’re a machine and i love reading your work.
do you ever think bucky would be able to hide his life with the reader away from everyone else? (with the exception of steve and maybe sam bc, well he’s sam ofc he’s gonna find out). he tries his hardest to keep the two separate because he never wants to put you in danger with his work but one day he has to bring the 2 together (almost like a clint and laura in ultron type vibe).
if this sparks interest for a full fic i won’t mind but you could also answer with some short thoughts and i’d be more than thrilled xx
*fans face* too much, too much, you're gonna make me cry! I don't know how to do anything half measure so you have a full fic my sweets xx
Family First || Bucky
Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, mentions of injuries, guns, violence, fluff WC: 2.1k
main masterlist || bucky masterlist || Part One || Part Two || Prequel Blurb
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“Shh, sweetie, daddy will be home soon.” You cooed as your daughter cried for Bucky.
The ice pack on her ankle didn’t seem to be helping but at least the bandage on her knee had stopped the bleeding. You checked your phone once again, seeing he had read the message you sent and you cradled her head close to your chest. At least this latest injury wasn’t as bad as the time she broke her wrist falling out of a tree. You had to admit you didn’t handle that very well but it was the first serious injury your daughter had sustained. You had left a hysterical voicemail for him that really didn’t explain what had happened, only that you were rushing your daughter to hospital.
Bucky had charged in like he was about to face down a legion of aliens again, Steve and Sam right behind him. You weren’t sure who was more surprised, you at the fact he had brought friends from work or them at the fact he had a family. It was no secret being married to anyone in the Avengers was a risk but out of all of them, Bucky thought he had the biggest target because of who he used to be. After Bucky had seen that your daughter was safe, hurt but safe, he had introduced you to the men you had heard so much about and swore them to secrecy.
“You have a daughter?” Steve was still stunned at the revelation and his eyebrows were almost crushed together as the nurse had stepped out into the waiting area and called out her name.
“Sarah Barnes?”
Steve looked like he was going to cry when he realised Bucky had named her after his mom. They two men were still waiting there when she was released a few hours later with a bright pink cast covering her arm.
“Do you think Captain America and the Falcon could sign it, mommy?” She had asked, turning her bright blue eyes that she got from her father on you just like he did when he wanted you to say yes to something.
“Only if they want to.” You nodded with a small smile, leaning into your husband's embrace as you finally took a breath that the ordeal was over. “I’m sorry, I just freaked out.”
“It’s okay.” He had chuckled, rubbing soothing circles over your back. “I’m surprised we went this long without them finding out. I’m just glad you two are alright. When I heard you crying I thought…doesn’t matter, you’re both fine and that’s all that matters to me.”
You looked over at Sarah and saw she had climbed up onto the bench between Steve and Sam to regale the story that had led to her broken arm. You would not have thought that only three hours earlier she was a screaming mess and now she was anything but.
“Do you have to go back to work or do you want to invite them over for dinner?”
“If I have to eat another tv dinner I swear I’ll lose my mind.” Sam answered for them.
“I didn’t say you were invited.” Bucky shot back and you nudged your elbow into his ribs.
“You are both welcome to come. It’ll be nice to talk to someone who actually knows my husband exists and doesn’t think he is some fictitious character I made up.” You half joked and Sam gave you an odd look. “Parent teacher night last year. That really happened.”
His booming laugh filled the hallway and he held his hand up in apology to the nurses that looked his way disapprovingly before he clapped Bucky on the back. “Ouch, that has gotta hurt man.”
You were pulled from your thoughts as the sound of tyres crunching the gravel driveway filled the quiet countryside and up to the porch swing you were sitting on. You wiped away the latest tears that clung to Sarah’s eyelashes and pointed to the dust trail snaking up the hillside.
“See there’s daddy.” You smiled. “I told you he would come.”
Your smile faltered as you saw the reflection of the roof and realised it was black but Bucky’s SUV was silver. Not wanting to alarm her, you scooped her up and carried her inside. “That dust is going to get everywhere if I don’t shut the door.”
You placed her down on the couch and shut the front door, quietly bolting the locks in place and opened the coat closet to get the gun and burner phone that was hidden inside. You hit the only number that was programmed and it was answered on the first ring.
“Bucky, someone’s here.” You rushed as you peeked through the curtain beside the door.
“I need you and Sarah to go down to the basement. Lock yourself inside and don’t come out for anyone but me, Steve or Sam.” You had known him long enough to recognise his voice when he was scared, god knows you had held him through the nights when he cried and he had that same voice now.
“What’s going on baby?”
“Someone hacked us, they stole almost every piece of information on each of us.” He admitted and you heard metal groan as he put his vibranium fist through it. “I’m so fucking sorry, I think they know about you, about Sarah.”
You shoved the phone into the crook of your neck and shoved the gun down the back of your waistband before scooping up Sarah from the couch. “We are going to go treasure hunting downstairs ok sweetie.”
“That’s not daddy is it?” She asked as she heard the car doors slam closed and squealed.
“Daddy’s coming, Sarah.” Bucky called out as he heard his daughters panic but she couldn’t hear, even you could barely make out his words as the cell signal cut out the further down the stairs you descended. “I love you - so much. I’m on - way.”
“We love you too.”
You prayed he heard you before the call dropped and you put Sarah down roughly as you heard the front door slam, it would take all your strength to push shut the heavy reinforced steel door. Sarah cried as her ankle gave way beneath her and she fell to the ground but you had to focus on shutting the door, it was all there was between you and the men you could hear ransacking your home.
“It’s okay, sweetie, I know it's scary, mommy’s scared too.” You rasped as you held back your tears and brushed Sarah’s dark hair back from her face.
She was a prettier feminine image of Bucky and sometimes you thought the only thing she got from you was your clumsiness. Especially now, she bit her bottom lip to stop it from trembling and she hugged her arms around your neck as you sat in the corner, hidden by a barrier of moving boxes you had never ended up unpacking.
“It’s okay mommy, you don't have to be scared. Daddy’s going to save us from the bad men.”
There was not a single speck of doubt and you nodded your head, wishing you had the infallible hopes of a child but fear of reality kept grounding you with despair. It felt like hours but the phone showed it was only minutes later that the men descended the stairs and the loud rounds of gunfire rang out as they tried to shoot through the door. Sarah’s screams pierced your eardrums and you cradled her to your chest even tighter, wondering how long it would take for them to break through.
You were sitting ducks if they managed to get through and there were so many things you never got to say to Bucky. Dropping the useless burner phone, you pulled yours from your smartphone pocket and opened the voice recorder since it didn’t have any bars of signal either.
“Do you want to tell daddy how much you love him so we can play it for him when he gets here?” You asked as your voice broke at the lie and you hit the red record button.
“I can’t wait to see you bust in the door daddy! You’re going to kick their asses.” She growled proudly before you mouthed I love you. “I love you, daddy, you’re the bestest.”
“Mommy will be back in a minute.” You carefully moved her off you so that she was hidden behind the boxes and you walked to the opposite corner as you swallowed the lump in your throat and put the phone back up to your lips. “This is probably the worst time but I never thanked you. I know this is the worst case scenario you always feared and I wish I could see a way where we get out of this but…if this is it, I want you to know I don’t regret us. I know how guilty you feel and I know you will blame yourself but this was not your fault, baby, it was not your fault.
I knew the second I saw you in the market that you would change my life and I’m so glad you did, James. You gave me the world, you gave me your heart, you gave me a family. I-” You heard the door starting to groan and saw the hinges turning red as they torched their way through, panic gripping your last words and holding them hostage in your throat and you had to raise your voice over the sound of the blow torch. “I love you, so fucking much!”
“That’s a naughty word!”
You sobbed a laugh as you ended the recording and attached it to an email so that the moment your phone had signal it would complete its final mission to reach your husband. Tears blurred your vision as you pulled Sarah into your embrace and hummed the tune to hush little baby, just like you did when she was a baby.
Screams and gunfire broke out and you covered Sarah’s ears as her own cries added to the noise, her fear finally overriding the faith she had in her father. You could see the line of fire had almost completely made its way through the hinges on the door and the metal was groaning under the pressure of its weight pulling it down. Light broke through the room as the door gave way, the crash of it hitting the concrete floor threatening to blow your eardrums and it shook the foundations of the house.
“Sarah! Y/N!”
Sarah tore your hands away as she heard her dad’s voice and she tried to get up but you pulled her back down. “Wait! Wait for daddy to come to us, sweetie.”
You struggled to hold her still as she tried to run towards the voice that promised her safety but you didn’t know how many men stood between you and him. You pressed your lips to her forehead and begged her to stay silent until she finally quietened down. The gunfire was no longer constant and it was only every few breaths that one or two shots went off and you weren’t sure if that was good or bad.
Heavy footsteps descended the stairs and you heard a deeply relieved sigh before you caught sight of Bucky’s boots stepping into your line of sight. “DADDY!!!”
You let Sarah go as she jumped up, Bucky easily catching her and cradling her to his chest and he checked over her for any injuries, aside from the scrap of falling off her bike.
“Told you I would come for you babygirl.” He choked as he peppered her forehead with kisses. “Daddy’ll always come for his two best girls.”
You had sagged with relief at seeing him arrive and your eyes closed as you realised the terror was over. You opened your eyes as you felt movement and found Bucky sitting beside you and pulling you into his side so he could hug you both.
“I have some bad news.” He murmured quietly as he ran his hand up and down your arm and kissed your forehead.
“You got blood on the carpet.” You tried to joke but your voice failed to hold any humour.
“That too.” He said, the ghost of a smile tipping up at your attempt. “There’s some more people I want you to meet.”
“Who else came with you?” You asked, worried about even more people knowing but grateful for their help nonetheless. You watched him chew his lip and knew it was bad before he even answered.
“Everyone.”
Part Two/Parallel Story
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fleurdelouvemonth · 1 year
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Thus, we bring to an official close the second ever SarahBucky month. Thank you so much to all the creators who took part in making all the amazing content that was created! So grab a warm cup and a blanket, enjoy and don't forget to interact with the creators and voice your love! 🎁❄️
The admins thoroughly enjoyed interacting with everyone, and please stay tuned for what comes next and, always, keep creating for the good ship Fleur de Louve!
𝑭𝒍𝒆𝒖𝒓 𝒅𝒆 𝑳𝒐𝒖𝒗𝒆/𝑺𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒉𝑩𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚 𝑴𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒉 2022 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕
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This masterlist below represents all of the entries!
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all else above (dreaming of the man i love) by @philtstone for @sarifinasnightmare
Summary: The eve before Christmas Eve, Captain America was set to speak at the United Nations building, it was blizzarding in Brooklyn, and Sarah Wilson nearly died by way of a giant wheel.She didn't die, of course. She was very gallantly rescued by a man to whom she hadn't spoken in four months. All because she'd kissed him.
Or -- and this was really a pressing question for both of them -- had it been Bucky who kissed her?
Words: 9,641 Chapters: 1/1
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Cabin Trap by @otherys for @sarifinasnightmare
Summary: Sarah is going on a girls ski trip, planning on having some quality time with her friends.
So, does James with his buddies.What was supposed to be a week of relaxation, fun, for one group and sports action, reconnection and a potential flings for the other group, turned into an unexpected exprience that may or may not leads to love, realizations, an unexpected (redacted) scenario and more.
Words: 2,295 Chapters: 1/?
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Christmas in Romania by @sarifinasnightmare for @missamyshay
Summary: Sarah is studying abroad in Romania and hopes to have a nice Christmas even though she is far from home. Her new co-worker at the coffee shop, James, immediately has eyes for her, and after their first contact, she can't help but look back.
Your Prompt/Assignment: "Help me with these lights?" / Coffee Shop AU or College AU
Words: 19,259 Chapters: 7/7
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letters we never sent by @missamyshay for @philtstone
Summary: Bucky likes Sarah. Sarah likes Bucky.Cass and AJ think it’s time for their relationship to progress to a new level.
Words: 6,040 Chapters: 1/1
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New Year's Kiss by @spinachgarden for @rebellconquerer
Summary: 2024 was a good year. A great year, even.
Sarah is looking forward to what 2025 will bring, and she’s got an idea of how she wants to start it.Is it bold? Yes. Presumptuous? Maybe. Will Sam have things to say about it? Surely.
But Sarah has a plan. A great plan, even. She’s been sneaking around her older brother since she was old enough to have boyfriends, and she’s not letting him get in the way of her New Year’s Kiss this year. It’s been seven long months of lingering glances and smiles between her and Bucky, flirtation that never goes past the point of plausible deniability, and Sarah is ready - has been ready - for him to make a goddamn move.
Words: 848 Chapters: 1/1
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whatever you ask for by @kestrafagnor for @spinachgarden
Summary: The Wilson family wants Bucky to join.
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Alan Wake dies.
In this essay I will-
... actually try my hand at a relatively objective examination of and discussion about why Alan Wake 2 ending with Alan's death would, and would not, make sense. I even used proper capitalization for once to emphasize how serious I am /hj. This has been kickstarted by this post by @stuckinthedarkplace; lately I've been thinking a lot about how AW2 could possibly end, and I feel like this possibility should be talked about. So. Let's not pad this out any further.
Pro #1: Alan’s death would make for an excellent tragedy and/or further reinforce the concept of him dying a martyr if they make his death vital to defeat the antagonist for good (who- or whatever it might be). After a years-long torturous fight, the hero sacrifices himself in unwavering bravery to do one last thing for the greater good. A selfless act, ensuring that even if he can’t make it, his loved ones will. Something like that. Plus, I imagine the majority of us players would like to see him walk away from it all alive; taking this away from us might elicit a rather emotional response, which is what every storyteller wants, right?
Contra #1: All these aforementioned years might feel like they have been for nothing. The lengths Alan went to to fight, to persevere, to endure, to survive, for more than a decade – in vain, pointless. Remedy themselves have stated that Alan has “wished he had died many times” – but all this time he held on, not letting go of the fickle hope that he can come back, come home, to Alice, Barry, Sarah. Remedy making an effort to explain what Alan was up to, in Night Springs during the events of American Nightmare and during the setup and unfolding of AWE, and them securing all the rights to the IP for good back in 2019; Alan as a character seems a bit too big, too important to just kill.
Pro #2: Him dying would leave few loose ends. Alice has lived under the presumption that he died for a few years anyway, probably until Mr. Scratch showed up at her doorstep at least, but if we assume that he’ll be taken care of over the course of the game while Alan does not escape, then him biting the dust would be the next most logical option. Saga and Alex either finish their mission knowing they failed to take him in alive, or even be forced to abort it, maybe because of unforeseen complications or lack of results. Alan has been living in hell for so long, by dying he’d finally escape it. It would be over, and if other characters could be made aware of his definitive passing maybe they too could move on, find peace, be done with the nightmare.
Contra #2: Alan is Sam Lake’s baby. Would he really kill him off for good? I certainly don’t think it’s beyond him, at this point I think he could write anything and it would somehow fit, but... Alan is Sam’s baby. Sam has been fighting to bring him back for this entire time. Somehow I have my doubts he’d throw that away, throw him away. (cf. Contra #1.)
Pro #3: Alan has killed Casey in The Sudden Stop. If Sam killed Alan, his story would directly mirror Alan’s and Casey’s; this would add another excellent meta layer on top. Kill your darlings or something. Let’s hope Sam doesn’t get writer’s block and plan to travel to some cabin on a lake anytime soon.
Contra #3: It might feel cheap and unimaginative. It’s an ancient trope, almost older than It-Was-All-Just-A-Dream. Can’t figure out an ending? Don’t know where to take the story next? Looking for a straightforward way out? Kill the protagonist. Better yet, just kill everyone. Boom, job done. I’m exaggerating of course, but I speak from experience. Don’t look for my old fics.
Pro #4: The story of AW1 was, at its heart, about the creative process and a lot of the feelings and mental mechanisms behind it. Stories end, lives end. Death feels final. Inevitable. A dead writer at the end of the story... there’s a ring to it. (contradicts Contra #3.)
Contra #4: Remedy would make it harder for themselves to expand further on their connected universe, which they have said was their goal for the next project(s). At this point I imagine AW is a very precious asset for them. Granted, I’m sure they’d always find a way to expand anyway, this is Sam Lake we’re talking about but... I still doubt that it would feel quite right. I mean, hell, they used to call AW2 “project big fish”. That’s gotta count for something, right?
So. Which side are you on?
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Summary: {Y/n} Was at the top of her class at the Red Room Academy. Sought after for her expertise in the field by Dr. Zola, who purchased the widow for his Hydra Program. {y/n} Excelled quickly, and began teaching the new recruits using her previously taught skills. All was well until a James Barnes entered the program. His presence turned the entirety of the Hydra program on its head. Rules, hearts and trust broken time and time again.
Maturity: This book is rated mature for graphic descriptions of violence, foul language, and sexual content that may be sensitive to readers under the age of 18.
a/n: This story was originally posted on wattpad and will be updated there first. Follow there for quicker updates! https://www.wattpad.com/user/smaptin-smerica
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Chapter 30
The trip to Sam's house was a short one. The main difference I noticed in the world was the style of house change. But other than that, the small town looked simple. I was grateful there wasn't a huge sensory overload with it.
It was nearing 1 am when we quietly slipped in the door of the house. Sam made sure to open and close the door with dramatic quiet. Unfortunately, it was pointless because a living room lamp flipped on and a black woman in a nightgown and bonnet was sitting in an arm chair. "Do you know what time it is?" She demanded.
I shifted to my toes to whisper into Bucky's ear; "sister?"
"Yep." He responded curtly, not taking his eyes off of Sam.
"Sarah, I told you we wouldn't be back until later." Sam tried to reason with his sibling. Unfortunately, her momma bear instincts kicked in.
"The police said someone attacked you!"
"Not me, Bucky!" Sam quickly flipped the script and pointed a thumb back at us. Bucky pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.
"And you bring a weapon covered stranger into my home? Is this who attacked you?" Sarah gestured her hand towards me and threw me a look. I felt the heat rise to my face in embarrassment. I looked down at the floor, wanting my eyes to be anywhere but on Sarah or Sam.
Bucky's hand traveled to the small of my back for comfort. He gave me a gentle scratch while Sam and Sarah excused themselves from the room to go talk. My feet moved on their own it seemed, turning on heel and exiting out the front door with Bucky calling after me.
"Y/n, please wait."
"I shouldn't be here." I shouted back, continuing to walk into the yard near a tree with a tire swing.
"Y/n, it's okay. Sarah is just tired. It's only for a night."
I stopped, turning around to face him completely. I couldn't help the tears forming in my eyes as the weight of my situation crashed down on me. The small front yard was illuminated by the full moon overhead, casting a white glow across Bucky's face. 
"No I mean I shouldn't be here at all! I spent all those years killing innocent people and now 60 years later I somehow get a second chance? I am the least deserving person of that. 60 fucking years and it feels like I took a 10 minute nap! Zola should have put that bullet through my head instead-"
"Y/n!" Bucky was closer to me than I thought. My vision was blurred by my emotions that I didn't notice him right in front of me. His hands grabbed my wrists to stop them from frantically flailing. I met his blue eyes that now looked grey in the moonlight. Tears brimmed the bottoms of them as he looked at me with a passionate intensity.
"I'm sorry." He whispered. His hands moved from my hands to either side of my face which forced me to look at him. I could read every raw and real emotion that he was feeling. "I'm sorry this happened to you. And I wish I could change it."
His voice was hardly above a whisper, broken and full of emotions. I felt a quiver in my lip begin as the emotions finally became too much to hold in. I let my head fall onto his chest as waterfalls of tears silently slid down my cheeks. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat echoed in my head and helped calm me. Bucky simply hugged me back, stroking one hand comfortingly over the back of my head.
"Hey buck!" Sam called into the yard from the front door. Thankfully we were far enough away that he most likely couldn't see that the both of us had been crying. "You guys are good, come on." He encouraged.
Bucky and I looked at each other. He gave me a gentle smile before bringing his hands up to my face and wiping the tears away with his thumbs. I gave him a pitiful attempt at a smile before taking his hand and heading back into the house.
"Unfortunately, I only have the couches to give you. But, tomorrow is Saturday so Sarah is making waffles for breakfast so we can talk more about our next course of action then." Sam talked a little nervously, his eyes darting between both Bucky and I.
"Sounds good. Thanks Sam." Bucky thanked his friend with a smile and then looked over at me. I looked between the two men and then back down at myself. I was still wearing a black tactical suit.
"You don't have a T-shirt I could borrow, do you?" I asked before looking back up at Sam. His mouth spread into a wide, crooked grin before he nodded.
"Yeah, I'll get you some shorts too." He offered before quickly making his way down the hallway.
Once I received my clothes for the night, I settled into the uncomfortable couch, staring blankly at the ceiling. I laid as still as a board, my fingers gently tapping together as an anxious tick. I couldn't sleep. How could I sleep? I was just asleep for nearly 60 years. Do people know about me? What I did? Is there any record of me anywhere? They said Hydra and the red room were disbanded, was I in those files they recovered?
"Y/n?" Bucky's gentle voice brought me out of my mental trance. I looked over at him and he was looking at me from where he laid on the couch. "Are you going to sleep?" He asked.
I adverted my eyes, returning them to the ceiling and simply replying. "No."
I heard him shift his weight around and the blanket over him rustle. I looked over at Bucky to see him rotating to the side. He pulled the blanket up and patted the empty space he created. "Come here."
I listened to him. For me it felt like a short amount of time had passed. He had been through and seen so much since I last saw him. I wondered if those feelings were still there for him or if they had fizzled out. Him offering to lay next to me gave me a little hope. I got up from my spot and slithered into the covers. It was a small fit, but the feeling of his arm slipping around my waist and up my shirt gave me goosebumps. His warm hand gently scratched the bare skin on my lower back and he looked down at me with a gentle smile.
My eyes traveled around his face. The new age lines, the short hair, he looked exactly the same yet so different. I furrowed my eyebrows together once I saw the scratch mark on his cheek. I brought my hand up to his face, gently brushing my thumb underneath it. "Did I do that?"
Bucky nodded in response. "Matches the one you gave me on my forehead."
I let out a chuckle, thinking about the fond memory. My eyes self consciously went to that side of his forehead where there wasn't even a scar. My eyes returned to his blue ones and confusion washed over me. "How do you remember that?"
Bucky smiled a little bit at my realization. "I remember everything."
Shock fell over me. I couldn't find the words to say quite yet. How? When?
"Some things are a little fuzzy still," Bucky continued, taking everything I was thinking and answering. "But everything with you, I remember clearly."
I felt a relief wash over me. I was so happy for him. He was able to remember everything. His friends, his life before, he was able to remember who he was. I remembered him being so distraught about it before. "That's incredible." I smiled widely and genuinely.
Bucky smiled down at me. His hand traveled further up my side and his fingers skipped over the indent in my skin from the metal rod. He quickly retracted his hand, bringing it now against my back and pulled me closer to him. "I also remember falling in love with that beautiful smile. Twice."
I could feel the heat press up my face and into a wide smile as I looked at him in the dimly lit space. My heart dropped as I remembered the moments before I got put into cryostasis. My mouth turned down in memory of my red haired friend. "Do you remember Caroline?" I asked quietly, the words barley escaping my lips.
Bucky's face dropped as he looked between both of my eyes for a point of focus. He nodded grimly. "I do." He finally answered with equal quiet.
"Why?" It was a question I was wondering the moment before I was frozen in time. I knew it wasn't the real him I knew, but I at least thought he would have fought it.
"I was brainwashed and programmed with trigger words to completely take over my free will." He explained to me. Bucky brought his hand up to my face and gently stroked his fingers through my hair, securely tucking strands behind my ear. "Whoever spoke those words had me firmly under their command. I couldn't do anything to stop it."
I frowned. I still vividly remembered everything he had gone through in the time I knew him yet he continued to go through so much worse when I left. "Bucky..."
"But," he stopped me from continuing my thought. "The place we're going, Wakanda, they helped me. Rehabilitated me and made me better. Now, the words don't work. Nobody can control me." He smiled at me fondly for a moment before continuing.
"You're going to love it there. I thought about that often while I was there. You would've loved it there. It's beautiful, from the people to the landscape and the technology. All of it is amazing."
I smiled at the way he explained it to me. Even after all this time he still thought about me. I was surprised he even remembered me. "Well, I'm here now." I whispered.
"You're here now." Bucky whispered in astonishment. "And I cannot believe it." His hand gripped my face now and I couldn't take my eyes off of him. This all felt like a dream, a fantastic dream that I was terrified of waking up from. I hoped that if I didn't go to sleep that I would continue to live in this moment. I was terrified to face what the world has become. I was also terrified that I might relive the past if I closed my eyes. Then I would wake up back in the hydra encampment.
Bucky pulled me into his chest and the steady sound of his heartbeat entered my mind. It echoed on the empty corners and lulled my eyes closed. I felt his breathing change, the intermittent twitches of his muscles letting me know he had fallen asleep.
I slowly went to sleep too. Hoping and praying that I woke up exactly where I was.
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My mind was slowly being drawn from sleep by muffled voices in my ears. I expected myself to wake up and be in a lab, but the warmth next to me was confusing. I opened my eyes and looked up at the ceiling, only to see two wide eyed boys looking down at me.
"Hi." I croaked out.
"Hi." The older boy said with a slight crack in his voice.
"AJ, Cass, leave them alone!" Sarah snapped from the kitchen. The two boys hurried quietly out the front door and shut it behind them. The door shut rather loudly, waking Bucky with a start.
With wide eyes he scanned the area for a moment, before finally resting upon me. "Good morning." His rough voice left his throat.
"Good morning." I replied, shifting to sit up on the couch. I stretched my aching joints up into the air, a few cracks escaping.
"Breakfast is ready." Sarah called into the house, taking off her apron and walking towards the door with a smile at the two of us.
"Did you sleep?" Bucky's question drew my focus to where he was, shifting his weight around to sit next to me.
"For a little while, yes."
"Good." While rubbing his eyes, I noticed a necklace around his neck that I hadn't seen before. Maybe it got untucked sometime in the night. I reached over to grab one of the dog tags.
"James Buchanan Barnes." I said aloud, running my fingers along the raised metal on the tag.
Bucky chuckled while never taking his eyes off me. "Careful, or you'll start to sound like my mother." He joked.
I hummed a laugh in response, finally letting go of the tags. "From when you were in the army?" I asked.
Bucky nodded as an answer.
Through the front door burst two flashes of children, laughing wildly and sprinting for the kitchen. They nearly collided with Sam who had just exited the hallway. "Woah watch it!" Sam scolded them.
Sarah came through the door after them, nearly doubling over and out of breath. "I'll get you two... later..." she said in between breaths.
I finally rose to my feet, Bucky following suit after me. We made our way to the kitchen and fixed ourselves plates of food. Well, Bucky made mine for me, making sure I got every topping I wanted.
AJ and Cass, who I learned were Sarah children, had already finished and went outside to play. That left the adults inside to talk. Sarah kept herself busy by washing the dishes, but I could tell she wanted to know what was going on.
"So, I got in contact with Agent Ross, he is getting clearance from T'challa and Shuri for an aircraft to pick us up. But, we'd have to go to New York first."
"Perfect. We can stay at my place until we leave." Bucky offered.
"Sounds great." Sam added.
It wasn't until I listened to the two of them talk that I actually had no idea where I was. I assumed America, but which state? Where at in the state? Somewhere south, obviously close to the water.
"What are you thinking about?" Bucky asked, nudging me so I escaped my thoughts.
"Yeah, sorry. I just don't know where we are." I admitted, looking between the two of them.
"Oh, Louisiana." Sam confirmed.
"Okay," I nodded. "And where is New York?"
"Um, north east. About a days travel by car. Unless we take a plane." Bucky explained.
"Can your arm make it through a metal detector to get on the plane?" Sam asked.
Bucky opened his mouth to argue, but then closed it, seeming to think about it for a moment.
"Regardless," I drew the conversation back on topic. "I say we leave right away. I don't want to waste any time to figure out what's wrong with me."
Bucky put a hand on my knee and gave me a gentle squeeze. "Alright, we leave right away then." Bucky then turned his attention back to Sam with a serious tone. "Don't feel obligated to come. If you have other things going on-"
"Are you kidding?" Sam interrupted. "We're going back to Wakanda, my calendar is clear."
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little situation | part 34.
Summary: For years, HYDRA had been trying to use the samples of Steve’s DNA to make another super-soldier. They finally succeed and when S.H.I.E.L.D. breaks her out, Cap is forced to come face to face with his kid and figure out parenting on an Avengers’ lifestyle.
Warnings: maybe potential childhood trauma but nothing really, 
Pairing: Steve Rogers x blackdaughter!reader, avengers x child!reader, peter parker x black!reader
Word Count: 3.4k
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“Sarah, sweetheart, don’t push yourself too hard.”
“Says the man who’s been throwing the shield for two hours straight.”
“Alright,” Sam conceded. “How about we both take a break?”
You nodded. You and Sam left the newest area of the training room designed for you. It looked like nothing more than a long hallway. The purpose was so Sam could learn how to throw the shield and really use it as an extension of his body the way Steve used to. You were trying to figure out all you could do with the Space Stone. Everyone insisted it wasn’t that necessary but you were determined. The unspoken reason was in case something like Thanos ever happened again, you felt that you should be in the best condition possible to help fight.
You also thought it was smart to prepare in case Wanda ever showed her face again. After Pietro’s funeral, without Vision or her brother, Wanda sort of disappeared. Steve was doing his best to look for her but Wanda’s magic was terribly advanced. It was easy for her to just vanish. Every night, you looked at the letter she left you. Wanda felt sad for leaving you but she needed time alone and time to cope.
You understood her and when you guys found her, there was nothing that you would hold against her. The hardest part— the part Steve hated— was having to work together with some organization called S.W.O.R.D. If he knew that all of this was involved with running SHIELD, he wouldn’t have let Nick retire. But Steve was enjoying his desk job because it meant he got to be the best almost-stay-at-home dad ever.
Sam turned off the training room lights since no one else was there and you guys went back to the apartment. Steve was sitting at the dining room table instead of his office, going over the mid-mission progress report that he had received from Bucky’s mission and a few lower level missions. He looked up when he heard the door close.
“Oh, look, it’s my two favorite superheroes.”
Both you and Sam rolled your eyes in jest at his comment. Walking over, Sam gave Steve a kiss and you gave him a hug. You pulled the mission report off of the table before Steve could grab it from you.
“You’re always touching everything, get off the table. What about the report is even interesting to you?” he asked.
“Nothing, Dheaidí, I just want to look at it,” you said, not jumping down from the table. “Question.”
“Answer,” Steve and Sam responded.
“If Peter and I wanted to go on a nighttime date outside the compound some time next week… without a chaperone, what would you say?”
“Where? Itinerary?” Steve set down his papers.
“So, that’s a yes?”
“That’s a we’ll see depending on your next answer.”
“Dinner at the diner by school and the Rocky Horror Picture Show.”
“They still do that show?” Sam asked.
“Yeah, every Friday.”
Sam and Steve looked at each other and shrugged.
“I don’t see why not. I’m assuming you want Happy to bring you guys back.”
“No, we want to stay out and book a hotel room instead… kidding! Kidding, we’re just going to get Insomnia Cookies after the show. Can Happy drop us off?”
Steve and Sam agreed and you finally jumped down from the table, handing Steve back the page of his report. They watched you skip to your room telling FRIDAY to call Peter so you could tell him how your parents agreed. Steve’s hand instinctively reached for Sam. It had been a couple weeks since everyone had come back and in that time, he had become very touchy feely. Especially when it came to you, Sam, Bucky, or Nat. Steve still felt like you all might disappear.  
If anyone were to walk past your room, it would once again look empty. You had a tendency to forget to charge your hearing aids and didn’t want to risk them turning off at Rocky Horror. So while they were charging, you were sitting in your bathtub on FaceTime with Peter in order to sign with him. He didn’t know a few words every now and then, but for the most part he had come really far in his learning. Your family always teased that you and Peter were sickly sweet with puppy love.
The events of the rest of the night would prove them correct. Instead of getting off FaceTime, you and Peter turned the cameras around to shower and change into pajamas before turning them back and finishing your nightly routines. You walked into the bedroom, grabbing a fully charged hearing aid and popping it in. The room was dimly lit with only the lamp on your nightstand as you buried yourself under blankets and turned on your side to keep talking to Peter. He looked away while he was telling you a story and when his attention was back on the screen he saw your eyes were closed.
“Goodnight, Sarah. I love you,” Peter whispered, taking a picture and hanging up.
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“Sarah, are you going to go on the grade trip this summer?” MJ asked as she approached your locker.
“The Europe one? No, I don’t think so. I think my dads want Wanda home first before everyone starts traveling around the globe. Besides, the trip is the same time we’re supposed to be going to New Asgard.”
“New Asgard?”
“Yeah, the Tesseract. Space Stone stuff and my powers.” You closed your locker and the two of you started walking to the cafeteria.
“Sounds fun, I’ll miss you on the trip.”
“Take plenty of pictures for me.”
“Of course. Oh.” MJ pulled out her phone. “Did you see this the other day?”
“What am I looking a— did that dude just slice a bus in half? Where is this?”
“San Francisco. They’re calling him Razor Fist.”
“Well, I can see why. I wonder who that guy is?” You pointed to the Asian dude that was fighting this so called Razor Fist.
“He’s not an Avenger?”
“Scott’s not even an Avenger, we’re a very close team. But, no, I’ve never seen him at SHIELD before. Hey, can you send me that? Dheaidí’s gonna want to see this.”
“Yeah, no problem.”
You two sat down across from Ned and Peter. Peter felt like he was going to shrink under your gaze. He was positive you didn’t blink once as you observed him. He was about to ask if something was on his face or if he did something wrong when he saw you move your left hand from where it was resting under your chin.
Peter watched your pointer finger, pinky, and thumb unfurl from your fist. The sign for I love you. You wouldn’t look at him as you signed it. Your chin was now resting on your right hand and you looked at everyone around the cafeteria, observing new faces from those that weren’t blipped and now were in your grade.
“I heard you the other night,” you whispered.
Peter’s face turned red. He meant the confession with his whole heart but that didn’t mean he was necessarily ready for you to hear it. You didn’t say anything else as you put your hand down. Peter didn’t even have the chance to feel awkward about it as you distracted him by taking the comic book out of his hand to read it.
“No! Peter Parker, did you buy your own comic?” You whisper-yelled so no one else would hear.
“Hey! It’s my first merch. It’s called The Amazing Spider-man. That’s kind of sick, isn’t it? They gave me a whole series after I got snapped and I missed so many volumes. You might be used to it but I’m not, and turn to page eight,” Peter said as you flipped. “I got this issue ‘cause Ned told me.”
“It gets boring after a while, unless you’re Uncle Tony… or Uncle Bruce.”
You did as he said to see your hero moniker, Gemstone, waiting on the balcony of an apartment that looked nothing like May’s place but a lot like Steve’s old Brooklyn one. The next panel was Spider-man hanging upside down, mask halfway off, as you held his face while you kissed him.
“They ship our heroes,” Peter said with a smile.
“Congrats, your relationship has been validated,” MJ joked.
Ned pointed to the comic that now laid flat on the table. “Have you two ever tried that?”
This time it was your turn to feel heat rise to your cheeks, blessing the heavens that only the red on Peter’s face would be noticed by anyone. Peter grabbed the book and shoved it back in his backpack while you sputtered through a ‘no’ and gulped down your water.
Having classes with Ned and MJ for the rest of the day meant you and Peter were incessantly teased until school was over. You weren’t sure why it was so awkward for both of you, probably just the abruptness of Ned’s question. You two had never tried kissing with Peter upside down but the question alone made you very awkward.  
“Dad just got back from the Flag Smashers mission and said you’re sleeping on the couch again if you don’t come upstairs with me,” you said as you entered Steve’s office.
Steve figured it must’ve been late if you were already back from your date with Peter. He should’ve been upstairs but he wanted to finish checking all the files he had been sent. The video you sent him from San Francisco had to be investigated and then so did the update on Wanda and so did trying to convince Sam to take the shield after he found out that his husband donated it to the Smithsonian and decided to stay the Falcon.
Nick conveniently forgot to mention that Steve wouldn’t be doing just mission reports from agents but paperwork from the different boards in the UN that the S.H.I.E.L.D. branch worked with. He wasn’t as bad as Tony when it came to staying late but Sam chewed his ear about as much as Pepper did Tony. So Steve was glad Sam sent you to retrieve him instead.
“Alright, alright. I’m coming, just let me finish this.”
“What is it?”
“Stephen and Wong want to take on that video you sent me. I don’t know, wizard stuff. If it makes my life easier, I don’t really care. Are those chocolate chip cookies?”
He pointed to the box in your hand. You looked through them.
“This one is. Here.”
You plopped down on the edge of his desk, handing him one of the Insomnia Cookies. Steve looked down at your shirt. He had to restrain himself from making a hum of disapproval at the giant Spider-man mask on the front of the shirt. You didn’t own anything Winter Soldier or Falcon or Captain America, from when it was him or Sam.
He recalled seeing only four Avengers merch in your closet. An Iron-Man onesie that Tony thought was hilarious, the Black Widow sweatpants Nat requested you wear after seeing Tony’s merch, and the large t-shirt you pulled out when you were missing Clint and Pietro because memorial shirts were made for them.
Not once did you ever request their clothes though. Steve thought, yeah it was a little petty to be jealous of his daughter’s boyfriend but you were his family first. Was it too hard to get a shirt? They all got your merch and each other’s— Sam’s favorite thing odd enough were the Winter Soldier sweatpants. Steve took the cookie and ignored the shirt.
“How was your date?”
“It was nice. Rocky Horror’s weird.”
“Weird good or weird bad?”
“Just weird… Is Wanda coming home yet?”
Steve shook his head.
“She says she still needs time to understand her magic before coming back. She doesn’t want to hurt anyone else so I don’t think we’ll be seeing her for a little while, Babydoll. But you can probably visit her soon, I don’t think she’ll mind. She might like the company, actually. You convince your dad to take the shield back?”
It was your turn to shake your head. “He keeps saying that it feels like it belongs to someone else. You kind of have hard shoes to fill, Dheaidí.”
Steve sighed. The shield was Sam’s and he believed that with his entire heart but convincing his own husband seemed to be a different challenge. Life after the Blip was slowly putting itself together but falling apart all at the same time:
Wanda was found but still missing in a sense, there was a potential new hero, Tony and him were no longer heroes but retired, Sam wouldn’t take the shield, his sister-in-law wouldn’t take Avengers’ money to fix the Wilson family boat, Bucky’s nightmares returned after the Blip and weren’t getting better, Bucky hated the therapy that Steve had put him in, his daughter had a boyfriend and was getting closer and closer to becoming an actual adult.
Out of all the things, you no longer being his little girl was definitely the worst part of it. Steve clicked out of all his files, turning the computer off.
“You don’t worry about any of that though. Just focus on school and your space stone thing.”
“And Peter. We have another date on Saturday. Uncle Jamie said he’d be a chaperone.”
Steve deadpanned. “How could I forget? Don’t forget, Morgan’s birthday is this weekend. You can’t miss your cousin’s party for a date.”
“Peter’s invited too.”
Your father sighed. “Of course he is.”
“I mean he’s practically family— Uncle Tony’s! Not ours, that would be weird considering we make out, I mean we just kiss. Promise nothing…”
Steve held up a hand. “I don’t want to know. How about we go to bed and act like this part of our conversation never happened?”
“Sounds great. Want another cookie?”
“Absolutely.”
You and Steve awkwardly munched on cookies and made your way back to your floor in the compound. Moments like this was when everyone said the resemblance between you and Steve was uncanny, aside from the blond hair. You two had the same awkwardness and lack of good communication without stumbling over your words. The goodnights were short and curt as you both went to your own rooms.
As Bucky brought you and Peter to Morgan’s party, Steve gave a small smile before heading into the kitchen under the guise of looking for some more drinks. Tony laughed as you practically held Peter down while Morgan gave him a princess makeover. He looked around to see if anyone was getting footage when he noticed that one particular supersoldier was missing.
“Cap?” Tony called as he snuck into the house. “Ca— Steve, are you good?”
“Yeah, yeah,” he said in an unconvincing tone.
Tony walked over, deciding not to say anything about noticing Steve wipe away tears. He looked at what the other man was looking at. The picture of you, Tony, and Peter playing chess in the lab. Steve sighed.
“Sorry, Tony. This is your little girl’s day, I don’t mean to ruin it.”
Tony opened the fridge to look for another soda, handing one to Steve before cracking open one for himself. He leaned against the kitchen sink. Both of them took long swigs of their drinks. Tony shook his head.
“You’re not ruining anything. It’s hard isn’t it, seeing Sarah grow up?”
“Yeah. Even harder when I missed most of it. She should’ve had some dumb princess party like this when she was younger and she had a HYDRA cell instead.”
“You can’t blame yourself for that, Steve, you weren’t even thawed out.”
“But I can blame myself for letting her get taken and the Blip. And it’s my fault she’s here in the first place. That kid and her mom would have had a chance if I wasn’t her dad… You know, I went to see her mom. When I was returning the stones. I just couldn’t help myself. She was a bright woman, looked so full of life.”
“Stev—”
“I didn’t talk to her,” he cut Tony off. “I just stared like a creep. Babydoll looks like an exact mix of both of us.”
“Steve,” Tony said more firmly. “You’ve got to stop blaming yourself for the kid’s past. You were in ice, you didn’t know, and you stepped up to the plate the moment you found out. The only person regretting missing Sarah’s younger years is you. She might be getting older but she doesn’t stop seeing herself as your little girl.”
As if someone called you, you came walking in. “Dheaidí! Cass and AJ are here, so is Aunty Sarah. Are you done with your soda?”
Steve stuck it out for you to finish. “My favorite Sarah’s here?”
“I thought I was your favorite Sarah.”
Steve pulled you in for a hug, swaying the two of you back and forth. “You’re always my favorite Sarah, Babydoll.”
“Guess what?”
“What?”
“Uncle Jamie won’t stop staring at her like a creep. I thought you said he was a ladies’ man in the 40s?”
“Give Buck a break, it’s been a while.”
“So if he marries Aunty Sarah then he’s legally a part of the family now, right?”
“Are you trying to play matchmaker? Stay out of adult business.”
“I’m almost an ad—”
“Nope, don’t want to hear it. Forever my little girl.”
“I know,” you said, making Tony give Steve a shove because he was right. “But I’m not twelve anymore. Boys don’t have cooties and I definitely know what flirting looks like. Uncle Jamie likes Aunty Sarah, she’s totally into him, and I think you should help him change her name from Wilson to Barnes.”
“G.I.”
“Yes, Uncle Tony?”
“How many rom-coms have you and the Spiderling been watching?”
“Like all of them.”
“Explains so much,” Tony muttered into his soda.
The entire party moved from outside to inside as Morgan’s elementary school friends left and only the Avengers and family were left. Pepper had ushered everyone into the cabin house where the party was being held instead of at the compound. Ever the manager and businesswoman, she had an alarm set on her phone about the new Captain America exhibit at the Smithsonian.
The government had actually wanted Steve there but he insisted that his niece’s birthday party was a more important event— not everyday did someone turn six. You all gathered on the couches as Pepper turned on the television. Steve, Sam, and Bucky all rolled their eyes at seeing you cuddled up to Peter who got most of the princess makeup off minus the unicorn tattoo on his cheek. Your actual cousins, Cass and AJ, started making kissy noises while Tony shielded his own daughter’s eyes and told Morgan that she couldn’t date until she was your age and shouldn’t even think about it.
While you enjoyed being the oldest Avenger baby, you suddenly remembered how much younger cousins could be so annoying. Clint’s kids weren’t helping as they joined in. Cooper, the closest in age to you, was the only mature one about it. You didn’t mind if he had wanted to join in on the teasing. Losing Clint was hard on you but he was only just your uncle. He was their dad.
They had slowly been getting better, coming round the compound more with Aunt Laura. So if making fun of your relationship helped them feel better then you would gladly let them. Cass and AJ were a different story, however. You grabbed the pillow from behind you and chucked it at the two boys. Sarah grabbed their phones when she saw them pull them out.
“Nope, no. Your cousin’s relationship is not for you to gain more followers. I thought I told you no Instagram anyway.”
“It’s not for Insta, Mom,” AJ whined. “All the girls at school think Sarah and Peter are relationship goals.”
“And Evan,” Cass chimed in.
“Yeah and Evan. They pay us for exclusives you can’t get on Insta or paparazzi stuff. It’s for vision boards, manifesting stuff. Makes a fortune.”
“How much?” You asked before their mom could scold them.
“A buck fifty per picture, adds up with all the kids paying.”
“You should be charging at least two fifty,” Peter commented.
You nodded. “I was going to say that.”
“Sarah,” your aunt started. “Don’t encourage them.”
You set your head back on Peter’s chest as the tv program started. Did you two pose a little bit for Cass and AJ to get a good picture? Maybe. If a bunch of preteen girls paid your cousins to make you and Peter their little vision board avatars, you weren’t going to stop their hustle. It didn’t affect you two at all. You might actually pay one of those girls for a physical vision board as an anniversary gift.
The mood in the house was a lot calmer with just family. You all passed around leftover snacks, drinks, and cake as the Smithsonian did a live in-depth look at some of the new additions to the exhibit. The US Secretary stood next to the Smithsonian director— the glass case holding Steve’s shield off to the side of them. Cooper sat up straight.
“I can’t believe you gave up the shield, Uncle Sam.”
Your dad just shook his head. “It felt right. I enjoy being Falcon anyway.”
“You think they’ll let us borrow it if we ask?”
Steve and Sam turned to you. “Why do you need it?”
“No reason.”
Sam pursed his lips. “We’ll revisit this conversation later.”
“My answer will still be no reason.”
“See that. That right there, kid, is how I know you’re up to something.”
“And now for the moment everyone has probably tuned in for,” The US Secretary said, drawing everyone’s focus again. “What about the legacy of the shield? Well, Captain Rogers provided a few words for us.”
You all listened to the speech that Steve had pre-recorded, complimenting him for the nice words. The secretary stopped the clip.
“Wise words from our beloved captain. While his legacy lives in this shield and the person behind it can never be replaced, we hope the American people and the world find it in their hearts to make room for the symbol that is Captain America to live on. Help us give a warm welcome to the new man we have picked to help carry Captain Rogers’ burden of being a symbol and hope. A man who embodies the greatest of America’s values. Welcome your new Captain America, Captain John Walker.”
Your jaws all dropped. You immediately turned your head to look at Steve and Sam, both men frozen. As the program ended, each of you slowly recovered. Natasha shook her head.
“They can’t do that, can they? That shield is Steve’s, it’s Sam’s too if anything.”
“Doesn’t matter if they can,” Bruce said. “They just did.”
“No. No one’ll go for it.” Steve tried to sound sure but even he didn’t know.
If this is what they were going to do with his shield then he would have never retired. If it wasn’t going to Sam then it shouldn’t have gone to anyone. He was fuming on the inside, not wanting to show it because it was still Morgan’s birthday. A lot of calls and visits had to be made when you guys got back to the compound.
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Game Plan - Chapter 14: You've Got the Love (FINAL)
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While the Avengers did win the Wildcard game last year, they failed to make it out of the playoffs. The season that followed was a difficult one, with several new faces joining the team, but this time, they managed to make it all the way to the biggest game of the season – the Super Bowl.
The Super Bowl is hosted in the stadium of the Los Angeles Commandos – Steve’s former home. It’s a bittersweet homecoming for him, but between his commitment to bringing home the Lombardi for the Avengers and knowing that all his nearest and dearest will be cheering him on, he’s determined as ever to get this win. As he runs out of the tunnel and into the field with the rest of the team, his eyes scan the seats by the fifty-yard line, where he spots what he’s looking for. Sarah and Melina are seated together, laughing at something the other said. Next to them, Yelena and Sam are busy arguing over something on Yelena’s phone, and if he had to go out on a limb, he bets it’s something to do with Yelena beating Sam in their fantasy league. It’s only when he locks eyes with Natasha that his lips pull up in a blinding smile. The jersey she’s wearing – his jersey – is a few sizes too big on her, but he swears she’s never looked more beautiful to him than right at this moment. He brings a hand up to his chest, tapping it just over his heart twice as he holds her gaze, and the wink she sends his way in return is all the encouragement he needs to power him through this game.
The Avengers win the Super Bowl, beating the Thunderbolts by a single touchdown pass from Steve to T’Challa and giving the Avengers its first trophy in years.
Steve sneaks Natasha away from the after party to take her to the same hotel they stayed in during their charity campaign. There, they reminisce about where they first realized they would make a good team and the idea that unbeknownst to them then, this is also where they first fell in love. It’s then that Steve sinks down to one knee, holding up a ring as he asks Natasha to be on his team forever. She says yes.
Days later, everyone receives a notification about a post on Steve’s Instagram page. It’s a picture from the team parade when the Avengers make it back to New York to celebrate with the fans. In it, Steve and Natasha’s hands are intertwined, a Super Bowl ring on his finger and an engagement ring on hers. No caption needed. It goes on to be the most liked post on Steve’s feed to date.
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3 years later
Natasha wraps up a call just as Steve walks into her home office, and her eyes immediately light up when she sees their daughter in his arms. It didn’t take long after tying the knot before she and Steve decided to start a family. But what had started out as a joyous decision quickly turned into one heartbreak after another. It took two years into their quest to have a family before they both agreed to halt the treatments. Between the stress it put on Natasha’s body and the mental and emotional anguish it brought them both when it inevitably did not work, they both acquiesced to the fact that maybe it just wasn’t in the cards for them. They had each other, and that was enough.
It wasn’t until they were both at the children’s hospital for their quarterly visit for the Avengers Children’s Foundation that they came across a newborn recovering from heart surgery. Her procedure had been paid for with the funds raised by the charity, and when Steve and Natasha asked about how the child’s parents were fairing, they were informed that sadly, the baby was abandoned.
Days pass after their hospital visit before Steve makes note late one evening that he’s noticed Natasha tossing and turning every night. With a sigh, Natasha admits that she thought she had given up on the idea of them having a family, but truth be told, she couldn’t get the child they met out of her mind. She tells Steve that she knows they wanted kids of their own, but Melina changed her life by adopting her. She thinks they could do the same for this little girl. Steve is quiet for a beat, worrying Natasha, but all her worries fade when he reassures her that he doesn’t need their child to look like them in order to love them. While he hasn’t been able to stop thinking about that little girl either, he didn’t want to be insensitive to Natasha and bring up adoption when he knows she did everything she could when they were going through treatment to conceive.
The adoption process was long and harrowing – perhaps the hardest challenge they’ve faced as a couple to date – but it was all worth it. By the end of the year, they were parents to Nadia Yelena Rogers.
Back in the present, Steve announces that he’s just changed Nadia and that they’re ready to attend Yelena’s graduation. As Natasha walks over to them to take Nadia into her arms, Steve asks her if she’s feeling any better from this morning. Natasha dusts a kiss to the crown of Nadia’s head, lamenting that while she’s a little tired, between their infant daughter and the fact that her and Loki’s PR firm has officially taken off, it’s just something she’s going to have to get used to.
Steve, Natasha, and Nadia attend Yelena’s graduation. There, Melina introduces them to Alexei, the man she’s been seeing for the last six months. As Melina and Alexei banter, Steve and Natasha look at each other knowingly, sharing a smile. They’re joined by Kate, Yelena’s girlfriend, and their group bursts into a cheer the second Yelena is called up to receive her doctorate.
“She’s out like a light,” Steve notes as he walks into their ensuite later that night, but he immediately freezes when he looks into the mirror to see tears streaming down Natasha’s face through the reflection. “Nat? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” she says as she turns to face him, swiping away her tears with the backs of her hands as she does. When she sees the unconvinced look on his face, she chuckles quietly. “These are happy tears, I swear.”
Relief washes over him, but only lightly. “All right, well, care to share?”
Natasha closes the distance between them, wrapping her arms around his neck. He clasps his fingers at the small of her back, pulling her closer as she looks up at him. “Steve,” she says, the joy in her voice palpable despite the quiet way with which she says his name. “I’m pregnant.”
His eyes widen. Of all the things his wife could have said in this very moment, this was the last thing he expected. “Really?” he says, the corners of his mouth already twitching in a smile. Natasha bites her lip, nodding. “Natasha.” He lifts her into his arms then, eliciting a laugh from her as he captures her lips in his. His smile is so wide when they pull away that he feels like his face might split into two – but he couldn’t care any less. He puts her back down on her feet, a million and one questions rushing out of him all at once. “When did you find out? Are you feeling okay?”
“I got a call from the doctor just before you came in,” she says. “It’s still early, Steve, but given that we’ve never made it this far along…” She sighs. “I’m hopeful. Definitely happy… and also plenty terrified.”
Steve sighs, rubbing his hands comfortingly down her shoulders. “I know this has been hard in the past, Nat-”
“It’s not just the past,” she says, a chuckle of disbelief falling from her lips. “Nadia’s not even six months old yet, Steve. Can we do this?” She gestures blindly towards their surroundings. “All of this? The kids, the dog, the business, your games-”
“Natasha,” he interrupts, cupping her face in his hands as he meets her gaze. “We’ve got this. All of this.”
“What makes you so sure?”
“It’s you and me, Nat,” he says. “We’ve always made a great team.” He watches as his words slowly but surely melt away the worry in her eyes. It’s not going to be easy, but he knows in his core that they can do this. He smiles. “Besides, when have we ever gone according to the game plan?”
Natasha laughs. “Good point.”
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Two Years Later
The Avengers win their next Super Bowl not long after the last. Steve and Natasha are aboard the double decker bus as it slowly drives down Fifth Avenue when Darcy calls for them to take a photo amidst all the cheer and confetti. Steve hoists Nadia up, situating her against his hip before wrapping an arm around Natasha, pulling her close.
“One sec!” Natasha says, adjusting the muted earmuffs over Brady's ears. “Okay, look at aunt Darcy, baby boy!”
“Say cheese!” Darcy yells, snapping a photo of the family in their matching Rogers jerseys. She looks into the viewfinder to inspect her work before grinning. “Perfect. Just perfect.”
Chapter 13 | Game Plan master post
Disclaimer: scenes in this chapter have been abbreviated in light of my decision to step away from writing. As such, a shift in writing style from the earlier chapters may be noticed.
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