#sam wilson is my captain america fuck yeah

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Who should be the first MCU character (and I mean MCU since the beginning, not the Fantastic 4/X-Men/anyone from the 20th century acquisition) to say fuck in a Marvel movie? Discuss.

((Hint there is a wrong answer and it is Starlord we do not give that honor to Crisp Ratt))

#the xmen thing js more just to stop people from saying deadpool tbh bc like. obviously yeah. #yall probably know my answer based on tge everything about my blog #but i would want it to be bucky sam or rocket tbh #or like. one of the twins/morgan stark solely for comedic purposes #mcu #mcu debate #marvel cinematic universe #let!! mcu! characters! say! fuck! #marvel #doctor strange #thor odinson #moon knight #captain america #bucky barnes #sam wilson #loki #guardians of the galaxy #mcu theory

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Captain America: The Winter Soldier - 3

Summary: You find out the truth about Fury and, after he brings you up to speed, you make plans to take down Hydra for good.

Pairing: platonic!Steve Rogers x F!Reader, platonic!Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader, platonic!Sam Wilson x F!Reader, platonic!Nick Fury x F!Reader, platonic!Maria Hill x F!Reader

Warnings: Language. Pierce being a dick. Mentions of death. Mentions of fighting and fire arms. The Winter Soldier, he's a warning. My poor attempts at being funny. Idk, everything else in the movie?

Word Count: 3.8K

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The ride is quiet until Steve, who was shocked into silence until this moment, says “It was him.”

You look at him on your right but his gaze is to the floor. “He looked right at me like he didn’t even know me.”

“How's that even possible?” Sam says from in front of Steve. “It was, like, seventy years ago.”

“Zola.” Steve answers without skipping a beat. “Bucky's whole unit was captured in '43. Zola experimented on him. Whatever he did helped Bucky survive the fall. They must have found him and…” he trails off, looking up at Sam.

“None of that's your fault, Steve.” Natasha says and you turn your attention on her.

“Even when I had nothing, I had Bucky.” You're too busy looking at Natasha’s palling face to be sad for Steve.

“We need to get a doctor here.” You say, your eyes landing on the blood on her shoulder, which apparently Sam noticed too.

“We don't put pressure on that wound,” he says, turning to the agent next to him “she's gonna bleed out here in the truck.”

The guard pulls out an electric rod and looks like he's gonna use it on Sam but, suddenly, he pokes the other guard with it.

You're all so fucking confused until the guard takes out his helmet to reveal a groaning Maria Hill.

“That thing was squeezing my brain.” she looks at all of you while you let out a breath of relief, but she lands on Sam and then looks back at Steve, pointing at him. “Who’s this guy?”

“Long story” you say and, when she narrows her eyes at you, you roll your own. “I’m handcuffed too, I’m obviously on your side.” you say while raising your cuffed hands and raising an eyebrow.

She softens but relented only after receiving a nod from Steve, confirming what you're saying. 

She helps you escape and soon you're entering a seemingly abandoned facility, Natasha leaning on you for balance.

A man you recognize as one of the doctors that were operating on Fury runs towards you and you frown. 

What the hell’s going on?

“GSW. She’s lost at least a pint.” Hill says to the doctor.

“Maybe two.” Sam adds.

“Let me take her.” the doctor says, but Maria stops him.

“She’ll want to see him first.” she says while she leads the way, the doctor helping you carry Natasha. 

Hill takes you to a room where you’re all shocked to find Fury lying in a bed, alive.

“About damn time.” he says and you almost cry after hearing his voice.

You all sit down and, as the doctor starts to work on Natasha’s wound next to you, you all listen intently as Fury explains what’s going on.

“Lacerated spinal column,” he ends by listing his injuries “cracked sternum, shattered collarbone, perforated liver, one hell of a headache.”

“Don't forget your collapsed lung.” the doctor says from Nat’s other side.

“Oh, let's not forget that.” Fury says sarcastically “Otherwise, I'm good.”

“They cut you open,” Natasha says, you knew she took it hard after all. “your heart stopped.”

“Tetrodotoxin B.” He says like it was obvious. “Slows the pulse to one beat a minute. Banner developed it for stress. Didn't work so great for him, but we found a use for it.”

“Why all the secrecy?” Steve voices what you're all thinking.

“Yeah.” you add, obviously hurt. “Why not just tell us?”

“Any attempt on the director's life had to look successful.” Hill answers for him.

“Can't kill you if you're already dead.” Fury seems amused with himself, then gets more serious. “Besides, I wasn't sure who to trust.”

You try not to take that too personally and, glancing at Natasha, you can tell when she meets your eyes that she's trying to do the same.

-

Fury gives you guys some time to process everything before you move to a room with a table to start strategizing on how to move forward.

“This man declined the Nobel Peace Prize.” Fury says while looking at a picture of a young Pierce. “He said, Peace wasn't an achievement, it was a responsibility. See, it's stuff like this that gives me trust issues.” He finishes looking at you guys.

“We have to stop the launch.” Natasha says, ignoring Fury’s last remark.

“I don't think the Council's accepting my calls anymore.” He says while opening a case containing three chips.

“What's that?” you and Sam ask at the same time, glancing at each other.

“Once the Helicarriers reach three thousand feet,” Hill says, turning her computer around and showing you “they'll triangulate with Insight satellites becoming fully weaponized.”

“We need to breach those carriers and replace their targeting blades with our own.” Fury cuts in.

“One or two won't cut it. We need to link all three carriers for this to work, because if even one of those ships remains operational” she hesitates for a moment “a whole lot of people are gonna die.”

“We have to assume everyone aboard those carriers is HYDRA. We need to get past them, insert the server blades, and maybe, just maybe, we can salvage what's left-” Fury gets cut off by Steve.

“We're not salvaging anything.” he says sharply. “We're not just taking down the carriers, Nick. We're taking down SHIELD.”

“SHIELD had nothing to do with it.” Fury says defensively.

“You gave me this mission, this is how it ends.” Steve has his Captain voice on and you know there's no room for discussion. “SHIELD's been compromised, you said so yourself. HYDRA grew right under your nose and nobody noticed.”

“Why do you think we're meeting in this cave? I noticed.” Nobody else says anything, just watching back and forth from Fury to Steve.

“And how many paid the price before you did?”

“Look, I didn't know about Barnes.” Fury says after a moment.

“Even if you had, would you have told me? Or would you have compartmentalized that, too?” He's almost glaring now. “SHIELD, HYDRA, it all goes.”

“He's right.” Hill simply says, nodding.

Fury looks at Natasha, but she simply stares back and he knows he’s not gonna have any help from her, so he turns to you.

“You’re okay with this, Agent?” he asks you and you don’t even have to think twice about it.

“We took an oath to protect people, Fury.” you tell him, holding his gaze. “If taking down Shield does that, and I believe it does, I’m game.” you shrug. 

He then turns to the last person in the room.

“Don't look at me.” Sam says, also shrugging. “I do what he does, just slower.”

You grin at him while Fury scoffs a little.

“Well,” He starts, sitting back and sighting, looking at all of you before staring back at Steve. “It looks like you're giving the orders now, Captain.”

After you make our plan, Steve goes outside for some air. You and Sam watch him leave, then look at each other, a silent question hanging between you two.

“You go.” you tell him and he nods before following after the supersoldier.

When you turn around you’re met with Fury and Hill’s curious looks and Natasha’s smirking face.

“What?” you say annoyed, crossing your arms defensively in front of you.

“You and Wilson, huh.”

“Get your mind out of the gutter, Romanoff.” you tell her as you sit back down. “He’s a nice person, you know as well as I do how rare it is to find that in our line of work.” your gaze shifts to the table but you can still feel their gazes on you.

“You couldn’t have known, YN.” Fury says, seemingly reading your mind. Your eyes snap up to his, he's never called you by your first name.

“I should’ve, Nick.” you exchange the favor. “All the closed meetings, all the shady attitudes… I should’ve seen it. I’m trained to see it.” you're frustrated with yourself, with all the adrenaline out of your body now you’re left only with guilt.

Surely if you’d have seen it sooner you could’ve done something. Maybe the outcome would’ve been different.

“They tricked all of us.” Nat says, glancing at Fury and resting her hand on your shoulder.

“You’re a good agent,” Hill interjects, “don’t doubt yourself because of those traitors.”

“You’re right.” You nodded after a moment, putting your hand on top of Nat’s on your shoulder and looking back at Fury. “You’re all right.”

As you finish the details of the plan, only one thing is missing.

“How do we get the Director there?” Hill asks after Sam joins you, informing you that Steve went looking for a uniform, whatever that means, and would meet you there.

“Uh, I have an idea.” you says, leaning back in your chair and smirking.

They all suit up and leave after making sure your comms work.

“Be careful.” you hug Natasha before they leave “All of you.” you add looking over her shoulder at Hill that nods and Sam that grins and then winks at you.

You go back to the room where Fury is and he asks, “So where’s our ride?”

“On its way.” you simply say, checking your phone.

You can hear the others through the comms as they meet up with Steve, his own voice coming to your ear as he puts his own earpiece in.

“Where’s Y/N?” he questions the team.

“Awe, you miss me already, Cap?” you say and can hear the other’s laughter.

“You wish.” you can practically hear his eyes rolling.

“I do wish.” you answer, laughing. “I’m with Fury, don’t worry we’ll be there in time.”

You’re both suited up too when you hear loud noises coming from outside, Fury gives you a confused look but you just smile and wiggle your eyebrows playfully as you lead the way to the roof.

A helicopter lands and the pilot gets out and makes his way towards you, shaking your hand before heading downstairs where a car is waiting for him. You make your way to the pilot’s seat and Fury takes the co-pilot’s seat.

“Where did you even get this?” He questions you after putting on the headphones while you start the helicopter, ready for take off.

“You’re not the only one with connections, Director.” you answer, glancing at him with a smile and can hear him laugh next to you.

The whole time you can hear the team’s conversation, everything’s going according to plan thankfully, and nobody’s gotten hurt yet.

Just as you hear Natasha say “don’t worry, company’s coming” to who you assume is Pierce you land the helicopter on the landing pad.

You and Fury make your way inside and Pierce is nothing short of surprised at seeing Fury alive, much to your delight.

“Did you get my flowers?” he says sarcastically and, when Fury only glares at him, he turns his attention to you. “Agent.”

“Asshole.” you greet him with a smile.

“I'm glad you're here, Nick.” he turns his attention back to him.

“Really? Cause I thought you had me killed.”

“You know how the game works.” Pierce says, as calm as a sociopath.

“So why make me head of SHIELD?” Fury has to know.

“Cause you were the best and the most ruthless person I ever met.”

“I did what I did to protect people.”

“Our enemies are your enemies, Nick. Disorder, war. It's just a matter of time before a dirty bomb goes off in Moscow, or an EMP fries Chicago. Diplomacy? Holding action, a band-aid. And you know where I learned that?” He doesn’t give him time to answer, clearly enjoying his evil mastermind speech. “Bogota. You didn't ask, you just did what had to be done. I can bring order to the lives of seven billion people by sacrificing twenty million. It's the next step, Nick, if you have the courage to take it.”

“No,” Fury says, taking Pierce to the retinal scanner, guns on him from both Nat and you “I have the courage not to.”

“Retinal scanner active.” the computer says.

“You don't think we wiped your clearance from the system?” Pierce says smugly.

“I know you erased my password, probably deleted my retinal scan, but if you want to stay ahead of me, Mr. Secretary,” he takes off his eyepatch to reveal his scarred eye and you grimace. “you need to keep both eyes open.” 

They both look into the retinal scanner, with Fury using his injured eye.

“Alpha Level confirmed.” The computer says “Encryption code accepted. Safeguards removed.”

You can hear Steve and Sam talking in your ear as you hold Pierce at gunpoint while Nat finishes uploading the files online.

Sam saying to Steve that he’s heavier than he looks makes you smile, Steve answering “I had a big breakfast” makes you almost snort because Sam made him that breakfast, but you stay professional.

You hear Sam apologizing to Steve after being grounded, his suit broken, and then Maria telling Sam that Rumow’s heading your way. Sam says he’s on it and then you hear Steve trying to plead with Bucky before he starts fighting him.

“Done.” Natasha finally says “And it's trending.”

Just then Pierce sets off the pins he gave the council members, causing it to burn a hole into them. You, Natasha and Fury point your guns at Pierce but he turns to Natasha.

“Unless you want a two inch hole in your sternum, I'd put that gun down.” Natasha doesn't back down though “That was armed the moment you pinned it on.” 

You all reluctantly lower your weapons.

You can hear Sam saying “Man, shut the hell up” and frown, then you hear him fighting probably with Rumlow and you sincerely hope Sam lands some good punches.

“Lieutenant, how much longer?” Pierce asks into his radio.

“Sixty-five seconds to satellite link. Targeting grid engaged. Lowering weapons array now.” you hear the response.

You hear Hill counting down too. “Thirty seconds, Cap!”

you can hear Steve get out a strangled “Stand by.”

You hear him struggle, then he says “Charlie-” but gets interrupted by a gunshot and you hold your breath, already imagining the worst and barely hearing Pierce talking into his radio.

Just as they’re about to give the order to fire you hear Steve again saying “Charlie locked.” and you feel like all three of you let out a breath of relief at the same time. Although your relief is short lived as you hear Steve telling Maria to fire.

You all look outside as the Helicarriers start going down.

“What a waste.” Pierce says, disgusted at the sight in front of him.

“Are you still on the fence about Rogers' chances?” Nat says as smugly as she can with an active weapon pinned to her chest, but Pierce is having none of it.

“Time to go, Councilwoman.” he grabs her arm “This way, come on. You're gonna fly me out of here.”

“You know, there was a time I would have taken a bullet for you.” Fury tells him as they start to leave.

“You already did.” Pierce glances back at him “You will again when it's useful.” before he can even finish the sentence Natasha activates a small disc that emits an electric shock through her whole body and disables the pin, giving you a chance to kick the phone out of Pierce’s hand while it reboots. 

Fury takes this time to pick up a gun and shoots twice at Pierce, then walks over to you as you kneel next to Natasha who’s unconscious on the floor.

“Romanoff!” he says “Natasha!”

“Tasha, come on!” you say desperately.

She slowly opens her eyes. “Ow.” she lets out, before looking up at you two. “Those really do sting.” 

You let out a breathless laugh and help her up, glancing back at Pierce dying behind you, a quiet ‘Hail HYDRA’ coming out of his mouth.

You help Natasha into the helicopter, before taking the pilot’s seat again, Fury next to you.

“Please, tell me you got that chopper in the air!” you hear Sam say.

“Sam, where are you?” Natasha asks him as you try to look around for him.

“41st floor, north-west corner!” he sounds like he’s out of breath.

“We're on it, stay where you are.” You say, making your way to him.

“Not an option!” You can hear him pant like he’s running and as you look up you see him jumping out a window, so you tilt the helicopter just enough to allow him to slide in through the door sideways, and then you straighten just as fast, getting out of there just in time as the whole building comes down.

“41st floor! 41st!” Sam yells once he’s caught his breath.

“It's not like they put the floor numbers on the outside of the building!” You yell back at him while glancing behind you as he glares at you.

“Hill, where's Steve?” Natasha says in the comms “You got a location on Rogers?”

You fly around the wreckage, all of you trying to locate Steve although it feels almost impossible with all the damage left by the Helicarriers. 

How can you find him? How could he even be alive after not only that fall, but all of the pieces still falling from the sky? He could’ve been knocked out, he could be at the bottom of the Pontomac, slowly drowning-

“There!” Sam interrupts your pessimistic thoughts as he yells and points at a figure along the shore of the river. “That’s him!”

You land as close as him as you can, running out with Sam beside you, Nat and Fury a little behind. As you get close you see that it is indeed Steve, kudos to Sam for his falcon eyes. 

The more you get close the more you worry, he looks bloody and beaten. When you’re finally kneeling next to him, you’re praying that he’s alive.

Sam’s hand flies to his neck and you can tell he lets out a relieved sigh, before turning to you. “He’s got a pulse.” he says and you mirror his action.

You pick him up together and take him to the helicopter, placing him inside while Nat takes the pilot’s seat this time and goes straight to the hospital.

-

With Steve being in the hospital and Fury being technically dead, the joy of being summoned at a committee hearing falls on you and Natasha. After being sworn in, the Committee General asks the first question.

“Why haven't we yet heard from Captain Rogers?” You and Natasha look at each other and she answers.

“We don't know what there is left for him to say. I think the wreck in the middle of the Potomac made his point fairly eloquently.”

“Well, he could explain how this country's expected to maintain its national security now that he, and you, have laid waste to our intelligence apparatus.”

“HYDRA was selling you lies, not intelligence.” you interject.

“Many of which you both seem to have had a personal hand in telling.” you hate to admit it but he’s got you there.

“Agents, you should know that there are some on this committee who feel, given your service record, both for this country” Scudder then looks directly at Nat “and against it, that you belong in a penitentiary, not mouthing off on Capitol Hill.” he says and it takes everything in you not to snap at him as you clench your jaw.

Natasha can see it in your face as you look at each other, so she goes ahead and talks first.

“You're not gonna put me in a prison.” her eyes are still on you “You're not gonna put any of us in a prison. You know why?” You know she's asking you to finish her sentence.

“Do enlighten us.”

“Because you need us.” you say without missing a beat, looking away from Natasha and directly into the man’s eyes. “Yes, the world is a vulnerable place, and yes, we help make it that way. But we're also the ones best qualified to defend it.”

“So if you want to arrest us, arrest us.” Nat says after a pause.

“You'll know where to find us.” you finish. 

You both get up and walk out, exchanging a small smile that's quickly hidden for the benefit of the cameras.

-

A few hours later you and Natasha get to the cemetery just as Fury’s walking away, smirking at each other when you catch the end of his sentence.

“You should be honored, gentlemen.” you say as you get closer.

“That's about as close as he gets to saying thank you.” Natasha finishes for you.

“Not going with him?” Steve asks you as he meets you halfway.

“No.” you both say at the same time.

“Not staying here?” only Natasha answers this time.

“Nah. I blew all my covers,” she glances at you “I gotta go figure out a new one.”

“That might take a while.” he points out.

“I'm counting on it.” She smiles. “That thing you asked for, I called in a few favors from Kiev.” She hands Steve a file. “Will you do me a favor? Call that nurse.”

“She's not a nurse.”

“And you're not a SHIELD agent.” you say and he smiles.

“What was her name again?” he asks.

“Sharon.” Natasha says and you add. “She's nice.”

Natasha kisses Steve on the cheek, hugs you and when she turns to walk away, he looks at you.

“Your face looks better.” you notice. “Well, as good as it can look, considering...” you trail off vaguely motioning to his face with a fake disgusted look and he laughs.

“Yeah, the serum can only do so much.” you laugh too, but then you hear Natasha and you both turn to her.

“Be careful, Steve.” she tells to him “You might not want to pull on that thread.” 

And with that, she’s gone.

“You’re not going with Nat?” he asks you as you turn back to him.

“I figured you might need a hand.” you nod to the file in his hand and Steve opens it as Sam walks up to you guys while you steal a glance yourself at the photo of Sergeant Barnes in it.

“You're going after him.” Sam says and it's not a question, it's a statement.

“You don't have to come with me.” He says, his eyes on the file.

“I know.” Sam says, after a moment of silence you finally look away from the photo of 40s Bucky and you see both men looking at you expectantly.

“Chasing a 96 year old brainwashed assassin?” you says, a smile starting to grow on your face “Sounds fun.” you state and Steve nods.

“Really?” Sam deadpans. “What are your weekends like, YLN?”

You only smirk at him in response, then you both turn your attention back to Steve, his eyes back on the file.

“So,” Sam says, “when do we start?”

#bucky barnes #avengers x reader #sam wilson #steve rogers #clint barton #natasha romanoff #avengers x platonic!reader #marvel fanfiction #mcu #nick fury #marvel #maria hill #captain america #captain america the winter soldier #captain america: the winter soldier #the winter soldier #shield #hydra #brock rumlow #alexander pierce

[bensolosbluesaber]

Secret Identities - Part 2 (Marc Spector, Steven Grant, and Jake Lockley x reader)

Summary: The Avengers, your team of superheroes, has been called in to handle an invasion in New York, and you’re bringing your superhero boyfriend, Moon Knight, with you.

Part 2 to Secret Identities.

Action/adventure, Cameo-fest

Pairings: Marc Spector x reader, Steven Grant x reader, Jake Lockley x reader

Warnings and A/N: I did my best to accurately represent DID, I put very little effort into creating a plot and a lot of effort into writing dialogue

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It was only you, Marc, and the agent - whose name you had never learned and didn’t care to learn - on the quinjet. You held Marc’s hand the entire time. There was no denying the anxious fluttering in your stomach as your two lives continued converging. Each second brought Marc closer to the Avengers, and you’d be lying if you said that didn’t scare the shit out of you.

You read through the briefing notes, getting occasional comments from the agent now piloting the quinjet. Rogue artificial intelligence, not Ultron level, but dangerous nonetheless. SWORD suspected some alien involvement, but that wasn’t the concern right now. The immediate issue was an army of robots hidden underground waiting to be activated.

At some point you started to fall asleep against Marc’s shoulder. He gingerly shifted you into a laying position resting your head on his thigh in a familiar comfortable position. His hand settles in your hair and strokes the curves of your face, soothing you into sleep. You hardly sleep for an hour before Marc shakes you awake.

“Something’s happening.”

“We need to drop you in,” the agent called back. “The activation happened earlier than our intelligence suggested. Most of the team is already on the ground. Everyone else is on their way. Don’t forget your comm links.”

You sit up and rifle through your bag, pulling out a familiar costume and stripping off your clothes. Marc blinks at you a few times like he’s surprised at your lack of modesty. He knows you well enough that he really shouldn’t be.

“We can’t all summon our suits,” you tease and toss him an ear piece, even as his eyes begin to glow with white moonlight.

“Tell her she looks amazing!” Steven gushes.

“Keep it in your pants,” Jake snaps back.

You reach for a parachute, but Marc’s white gloved hand stops you.

“I can fly you in,” he offers through the mask. 

“You told me no flying last month!” You protest.

“I didn’t know you were an Avenger last month.”

“Bad call, mate.”

“Oh, so you thought I was fragile before?” You tease, not really mad at the man.

His mask peels away so he can tilt his head and shoot you an amused glare.

“You’re in range!” The agent calls back.

You turn and plant a kiss on Marc’s lips, then punch a button. The door opens slowly with a cold rush of air. You wrap your arms around his strong body, take a deep breath, and together you jump from the plane into free fall. His cape catches like a parachute part way down, guiding you through the clouds lower and lower until the skyline is in view.

Smoke rises from burning buildings, the wreckage of a city that has again become a battle ground.

“Shit,” Marc whispers. “We’re gonna have to stop having technology free dates.”

“Yeah,” you reply, only half paying attention, too busy scanning the ground for your fellow Avengers. It’s pure chaos on the ground, a complete and utter disaster, but then, through the smoke… “There!”

You point Marc in the direction of a bright flash of blue and white, and he angles you toward the ground. The comm link in your ear begins to crackle and finally beeps a connection. You were right.

“-end up here? We’re supposed to be on vacation!” The voice of Bucky Barnes fills your ear at the same moment the bright red, white, and blue wings of Sam Wilson reappear. “Sam, what the fuck is in the sky?”

That would be Marc.

“Good morning, Captain America,” you smile down at the small figures of your friends on the ground.

“Oh thank god,” Sam replies. “Buck and I are a-” he grunts, “A bit outnumbered. We have to hold this street, or it will interfere with the wizards’ spell.”

You’re streaking toward the fight below, finally able to see the action for real. They are more than a bit outnumbered, the two men surrounded by humanoid robots armed to the teeth with every bit of weapons technology available. You drop to the ground at Bucky’s side, Marc landing next to you.

“You’re late,” Bucky calls. “Who’s the mummy?”

Marc shoots him a glare.

“Marc, don’t glare at Bucky Barnes! That’s-”

“I know who Bucky Barnes is Steven,” he answers silently.

Yeah, he knew Bucky Barnes. Well, Steven knew. At some point in their childhood, Steven realized he shared part of a name with Steven Grant Rogers and harbored a small fascination with the former Captain America ever since.

“That’s Moon Knight!” Sam’s wing decapitates a robot as he turns to look Marc up and down. “Read your briefing packets, Buck.”

Bucky rolls his eyes and returns to the fight. You draw two long knives, gifts from King T’Challa, and make short work of any robot that approaches. Marc hurls crescent darts, each finding their target. But he doesn’t let Steven front. Not yet at least.

Occasionally, he glances back at you, checking to make sure you’re alright. You are doing the same to him. You have never fought at his side before, but already you know that you would do it again and again.

“The sorcerers - not wizards, Sam - are working some spell in that building,” Bucky gestures vaguely behind him. “They can shut the whole AI down, but we have to keep these things out.”

“Androids!” Sam shouts as he jumps over one and buries his shield in it’s neck. “Androids controlled by aliens who can be stopped by wizards. The big three!”

“The big three?” Marc turns to Captain America.

“Don’t ask!” You and Bucky shout at the same time.

The four of you stand no chance of holding this street. Of course this couldn’t be a time-efficient spell, and the robots just keep coming, an endless supply of mindless soldiers puppeteered by some unknown force. A piece of shrapnel slashes your face, distracting you from the fight for a split second. It’s enough for a blow to land at your midsection, knocking the breath from you.

You pull the gun from your waist, SWORD issue with some advanced technology you don’t care to understand, and shoot. It’s not your preferred weapon, but it is necessary. Marc is by your side in an instant. He grabs you around the waist and wraps you in the white fabric of his cape. 

It’s just the two of you in this little cocoon. The rest of the world is forgotten as his mask falls away for a moment. The expression on his face is pure horror, lips pressed in a tight line, eyes murderous. His gaze is focused on the blood dripping down your cheek.

“I’m fine,” you insist and run your fingers across his nose and brow that is furrowed deeply, trying to soothe away those worry lines.

“I need Jake,” he breathes, a confession he rarely makes. “We need Jake.”

Jake will do anything to protect Marc and Steven and anything to protect you. It’s probably why you had never actually seen Jake suited up for a fight. He is the ‘whatever it takes’ part of the system, and all three of them are still afraid to show you that side.

“Okay,” you grip his upper arms. “It’s okay.”

His eyes flicker for a second, then his suit shifts, darkens to a midnight black that is more like tactical armor than Marc’s mummy wrappings. A bright white crescent moon shines on his chest; it matches the bright white of his cape. He tilts his head with a little smirk, and just like that Jake Lockley has joined the fray.

“Cap? Cap?” Someone is shouting through coms. “We’re coming to you. Do you copy?”

The voice is crackly, so you can’t make out exactly who it is.

You turn back to the fight, watching with bit of admiration and a lot of attraction as Jake expertly dispatches android after android.

“Did he change outfits mid fight?” Bucky punches a robot beside you.

“Sort of.”

You kick a robot across the head, stabbing one of your vibranium knives into it’s chest and immediately lashing out toward another. You glance up, and the world seems to slow around you. The battle is forgotten as you can only stare at Jake. He is fighting desperately, holding his own except...

Except behind him. A metallic arm is raising a heavy blade for a killing blow, metal arching toward his neck. You’re trying to scream his name. You are screaming his name, but it’s too late. You stab the android in front of you, but you will never make it. Jake’s suit will protect him from a lot, heal just about anything, but not decapitation.

Red flashes across your view, a bright flash hurtling through the air. A stick strikes the robot through the forehead, and the metal being collapses in a dead heap. Jake whips his head around as he realizes what almost happened. A figure in dark red drops from a nearby fire escape, grabs the stick from the robots sparking brain, and nods to you. He jumps into the fight at Jake’s side, the two men working together with an impressive synchrony for two strangers.

“How did you see that?” Jake shouts.

“I heard it,” Matt Murdock replies as he dispatches another android.

A few more minutes and the fighting finally stops. Another wave of robots is undoubtedly assembling nearby, but for now the team has a moment to breathe.

Jake’s mask falls away as he studies Daredevil. His eyes linger on the upper half of Matt’s face, noticing how his eyes are completely obscured by the dark red of his mask. You sprint to Jake’s side, wanting to reach for his hand, hold him, kiss him, feel that he is alive, but you restrain yourself. Your relationship is a secret, and for now you want to keep it that way.

“So this is the boyfriend?” Matt asks.

Your relationship is not a secret.

“How-” you start to question how Matt could possibly know that you had a boyfriend, let alone that this was him.

“You started smelling different a few months ago,” he explains. “It’s him. His scent is all over you.”

“Is there a better way to say that then ‘his scent is all over you’? Tone down the creepy… vibes? Vibes? Is that the word?” 

“Give up on the modern slang, Buck,” Sam makes a face and pats his partners’ shoulder mockingly.

You plant a kiss to Jake’s cheek, and he brushes his hand across your fingers to tell you that he is okay. You watch him and Daredevil with interest, hoping Jake might find a friend in the hero who protected his city with the same ferocity and passion as Jake protected Steven, Marc, and you.

“What’s up with the little horns, el diablo?” Jake asks. “What are you the hero of? Hell?”

“Hell’s Kitchen, and it’s Daredevil actually.”

Jake shoots you a glance then shifts his gaze back to Matt. A smile fills his features, a genuine one, and a second later the same expression appears on Matt’s face. You let out a heavy sigh of relief as they slip into easy conversation and you turn back to Sam and Bucky.

“You and Moon Knight, huh?” Sam frowns. “Guess Spidey was right.”

As if summoned by his name, the mysterious masked hero drops from the sky.

“Hey you guys! There’s another group heading our way.”

He starts to turn to Cap, notices Jake and does a double take to stare at the white costumed man, everyone else forgotten. Jake looks at him completely unimpressed.

“Oh my god, you’re Moon Knight!” Spider-Man’s voice has a youthfulness that always surprises you. “I love you! I wanted a cape because of you, but I gave up the idea pretty quick. I mean not in New York right? Handsy people. It would never have lasted. Wow! Mr. Knight, you are so cool.”

“Mr. Knight,” Steven tries out the name “I like that.”

“I hate it,” Marc replies.

“Well that seems like your problem don’t it? I’m keeping it. You can be Moon Knight. I’ll be Mr. Knight.”

“Marc, right?” Spidey asks, and you can practically see the mischief forming in the boys’ mind at his well-meaning mistake.

“I’m Jake.”

“Sorry! Jake-”

Jake’s expression changes, the suit shifting with him.

“Oops, Steven now,” Steven grins.

“O-Okay, Steven,” Spider-Man tries to keep up.

The suit changes as Marc fronts.

“Marc again,” he teases, messing with the young hero.

“Oh,” that catches Spidey off guard. “Nice to meet you, Marc.”

“Actually, Jake now.”

“Leave him alone, you three,” you glower at Jake but have to fight back a laugh.

You thanked any god you could think of that Spider-Man had been there with his goofy remarks and joking attitude to make it easier for Marc, Steven, and Jake to show off this particular skill set.

“Sorry, love.”

That’s Steven.

He adjusts his white suit jacket and grins at Spider-Man, ““You know, the cape is actually really overrated, kid.”

“I’m Spider-Man,” he lowers his voice and puts extra emphasis on the ‘man.’

“More like Spider-Kid,” Jake mutters.

Steven ignores his alter and nods conspiratorially to Spider-Man. He gives him a thumbs up like they just shared a secret.

“Figure out how to really punch criminals yet?” Daredevil snarks, tossing an arm across Spider-Man’s shoulders affectionately.

“I’m not beating the shit out of people,” he protests.

“It’s more efficient.”

“Whatever you say ‘really good lawyer.’”

You observe their interaction with some interest. Had Matt defended whoever was in the Spider-Man suit? No time for that now though, you realize as a mechanical whirring fills the air. You take a defensive stance at Steven’s side, Bucky to your right. Cap and Spidey leap into the air. Matt stands beside Steven.

Sam looks down at his makeshift team then out at the approaching mechanical army. They’re not much, but they’ll do.

“Avengers…”

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SAM WILSON | CAPTAIN AMERICA/FALCON (the mcu | tfatws | captain america: the winter soldier)

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“Arm Day” (Sam Wilson x Fem!Reader)

| You don’t show up for your running “date” with Sam so he shows up at your place to get a different kind of exercise in.

| SFW, exercising, romantic tension(?)

| Jesus, my summary is very nearly an innuendo. (Pic Source — Captain America: Civil War [peachy-ash icon], Captain America: The Winter Soldier [iconpsds icon], The Falcon & The Winter Soldier [marina-na-na icon])

| Inspo: Instagram

| 1k+ words

It’s the sound of your phone buzzing against your nightstand that wakes you up, and with a groan you lift your head to squint at it.

‘Sam Wilson’ flashes across your screen and you in no way can suppress the eye roll that elicits.

He was your gym buddy more often than not, but this was getting ridiculous.

When y’all ran laps together he’d slow down for you so you could keep one another company. When you were on the treadmill he’d be running in the one right beside you and hold out his arm if you stumbled so you wouldn’t go flying, emergency stopping the machine for you. You would spot each other, go out to eat afterwards, even make meal plans together. Sam was your number one.

He was also more of a pain in your ass than your actual personal trainers had ever been in the past.

You grope around for the phone, lifting it up to your ear once your clumsy fingers stumble across it.

“Yeah?”

Your grunt is met with an honest to god laugh. At this early in the morning?

“Oh my god,” you whine. “Sam, please, what do you want?”

A scoff this time.

“Y/N, it’s Saturday. Get your ass up, we got places to be.”

Still laying on your stomach you flip your head over to press the other side of your face into your pillow and switch your phone to the other ear accordingly, eyes slipping back closed.

“We? I told you I’m not leaving my house today.”

A beat of silence and then: “Okay…”

“Awesome. Have fun sweating by-”

“I’ll see you in five.”

You choke on your spit, words coming out in a whoosh and eyes snapping open.

“Fuck no! Sam!”

The sound of the dial tone reaches your ears and you curse, shooting out of bed, sleep no longer an option.

You drop your phone on your sheets and then scramble around for some shorts. If you could get to Sam before he got all the way to your apartment maybe you’d be able to shove his overactive ass back in his car.

In a frenzy you stuff your phone in your pocket and start towards the front door scratching at your head when it hits you. You’re scratching at your bare head.

“Shit- where in the world…?”

You whip around and start back towards your bedroom to look for where your head wrap had hidden itself during the night. You weren’t going all the way downstairs looking a mess.

Anywhere on your bed was a no show. It wasn’t hanging off your lamp like you’d found it once (who knows how it ended up there in the first place), and it wasn’t under your bed.

You're just about to throw caution to the wind and run out as you are regardless when two things happen at once. You find your wrap sunken into your shoes at the end of your bed and someone knocks at your door.

“Oh come the fuck on.” You grit your teeth, snatch up and firmly situate your traitorous wrap, then stomp over to jerk open the door.

“No.”

In front of you, dressed in a gray pair of sweats, Sam frowns lightly, thick brows raising.

“You made a promise,” he hedges.

You flip off said thick - accusatory - eyebrows.

“Screw my promise. I'm going to stay home and you’re going to leave. Goodbye.”

The door closes right in his face. He doesn’t take the chance not to let it, only to step back so he doesn’t break his nose. You appreciate that.

“Now hold on-! Aw come on, Y/n!” There’s muffled shuffling behind the door, him adjusting his gym bag more than likely, before he knocks again.

While you ignore him to start taking stuff out the freezer for a smoothie - you were already up, you might as well make it worth your while - he knocks three more times.

It’s when your phone starts buzzing on the countertop that you cave, stomping back over to the door and cracking it open just enough for him to see the glower on your face.

“What part of ‘Bye’ isn’t clicking? I’m tired, my muscles ache in places I didn’t even know were possible, and if I have to meal prep anymore I’m going to scream.”

He peeks through the sliver.

“Just one little circuit, alright? I brought everything with me so you won’t have to leave… .” His eyes have taken on a particular brightness that makes you just a little weak in the knees. “I’ll even cook for you after.”

Goddamnit. Your face smooths out from the glare you were rocking and Sam’s lights up.

“See? That sounds nice, now, doesn’t it?”

“Fine. A full meal, not no damn sandwich, and you make my smoothie before we start.”

“Deal. Thought you were gonna break my heart for a minute there, I'm really glad we pulled through though.”

“Yeah yeah,” you grumble and drag him and all his crap in.

_ _ _

“If you’re still aching after two days then we probably have to adjust your routine,” he curls upward and the muscles in his arms flex, stretching the sleeve of his maroon shirt to its limit. “I’ll take a pen and paper to it and we’ll figure it out, that fine by you Queen of Sheba?”

You scoff while going down on your push-ups.

“Yeah, it’s fine Sam,” you make sure to catch his eye as you straighten your arms to come up, “thanks.”

He smiles, switching to do curls with his left arm.

You go down, but end up watching unblinking for a few seconds as the muscles on his bicep become well defined peaks.

Hn.

Sam glances up and you rapidly realize that you’ve been laying on the ground and staring creepily at him for the better part of a minute.

Roughly, you clear your throat; Sam smirks and seems to go deliberately slow on his next curl. The way you gulp hurts a little.

“See something you like?”

Scowling, you roll your eyes and pick back up where you left off on your push-ups. You’re focusing intently on the tile underneath your palms when you answer him.

“No,” you snap to the floor.

Everything about Sam’s laugh says he doesn’t believe you worth a damn.

You don’t particularly care what he thinks though; something that you reiterate over and over in your head as you go on to the next workout.

Where the fuck Sam’s forward ass got off hiking a portable pull-up bar up to your apartment you did not know, but here the thing is, sitting nice and pretty like it belonged to be an absolute eyesore in the middle of your living room.

You sigh and decidedly don’t stare at him too hard as he eases down to the floor to take your previous place and start his own round of push-ups, and probably a few floor presses or something considering he brings the dumbbells down with him.

On your end starting your pull-ups starts off relatively easy. They’ve never been your favorite - and you’re certain they never will be - but at least you could do them now since you started training with Sam almost a year ago now.

Sam was neat like that. Uplifting without slipping into condescension, and being one of the few people who could push you so thoroughly out of your comfort zone.

Certainly the only person you allowed to upheave your more flexible boundaries with so little push back.

Breath huffing out of you you force yourself to rest before starting on your next set, eyes running over your workout partner’s back and the way the muscles there are also incredibly defined as he engages them.

It was a little unfair honestly. Who gave Sam Wilson the right to look so perfect? With a grunt you start working out again.

Eventually you begin waning, you can feel it in the way your arms instantly start to shake as you try to pull your body weight up for your next set, and the excess heat building in your fingers. How even as you attempt to swing your legs to get more momentum to do the pull-up you just barely manage to get one in before your arms give out, straightening back, and you’re left just hanging there.

“Goddamn,” you curse. Today really was just not your day.

Distantly you note the soft thud of weights being set down at your left but you're so focused that you don’t notice Sam move until he’s already in front of you.

He jumps up and you make a startled noise as you come face to face before he does a pull-up as easy as can be. Your lips purse.

He grins, “I got you, come on. One more rep.”

You sigh but he’s looking right into your eyes with that soft grin on his face - and you’re a sucker - so you cave in less than five seconds. Also, you don’t want to keep hanging any longer than necessary.

“I might not have one more in me, period, but I’ll try,” you murmur as you look away. You prep your muscles to move, assuming the right position, when Sam shaking his head in your peripheral catches your attention.

“Didn’t I just say I had you?” He doesn’t wait for you to respond before he’s swinging just that much closer on one arm - fucking show off - and grabbing enough of your thigh to nudge you forward so he can get his arm around your upper leg and then pull you in.

“You’re such a show off, you know that?”

You still follow his line of reasoning, though; pulling up enough that you can get both of your legs around his waist.

Sam just laughs, teeth glinting.

“I’m just happy to help.”

“Ha,” you mock, but when he pulls up you do so with him. Your arms bend, but not with nearly as much strain as before with him taking the majority of your weight, and the pressure on your core significantly lessens.

You won’t admit to having to bite back a smile at the feel of him tucked against you.

“You okay now?”

“Yeah,” you pant out, legs tightening absentmindedly around his waist. Sam grunts lowly in the back of his throat. “You in the habit of catching people like this?”

The look that briefly flashes across his face is far more severe than you think your question merits, and when Sam answers he makes sure to look you in the eye.

“I try to be.”

Then the moment’s broken, he’s pulling you both back up into your final exercise of the day and you’re left wondering where the hell Sam Wilson got off making you love him like this.

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!! If there’s any typos I’ll catch them later.

btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it!

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY BUCKY! (BUCKY BARNES X READER)

|Bucky Barnes x reader|

soft!bucky | smut | MUY soft

Characters: y/n (reader). Bucky Barnes. Sam wilson. Natasha romanoff. Steve Rogers. Tony Stark. Wanda maximoff. Clint Barton. Bruce banner. Thor. Loki. Vision. Pietro maximoff. Stephen strange. Peter Parker.

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Warnings: Mild smut, explicit language, and soft.

A/N: Hey, this is my first time writing a fic and I hope you enjoy it! Also,my first language is not English so some words are going to sound a bit weird sorry about that :/

The rays of light coming through his window managed to wake Bucky from his sleep…that and his girlfriend yn who had practically jumped on him yelling at him and saying a lot of sweet things congratulating him.

-Happy birthday my dear, you are now officially an old man! Said the girl in front of him leaning towards him to kiss his lips.

-You still love me yn- Bucky said and immediately kissed her again. The kiss intensified and before they knew it Yn was already on Bucky's lap, both half naked and the girl with her legs slightly spread. Un began to spread kisses all over her boyfriend's neck and bare chest as he let out sighs and a few moans. Yn's attention was drawn to the ex-soldier's pajama pants where there was a (not small) bulge down there. The girl smiled and directed her hands towards that lower area but just as she was about to do so the door to the room burst open revealing the avengers who had prepared a cake for Barnes.

-HAPPY BIRTH - OH GOD - Tony immediately closed the door of the room, bucky and yn looked at each other totally surprised and blushing because of what had just happened a second ago.

-We should have knocked, damn - Tony exclaimed as he looked at the rest of the team with a shocked expression on his face.

"That solves where yn was," Clint whispered to Natasha and she just nodded with a slight smile. -I think we should go to the living room and wait for them to come down," suggested Captain America and everyone agreed

"Oh fuck," Yn says, completely blushing, even over Bucky, who is still trying to process what just happened. "I think we'll leave this for later, sweetheart," Bucky says, somewhat blushing. Yn nods, they both get up and begin to dress quickly, after a few minutes they both arrive at the room, where all the avengers were.

"There you are," Natasha exclaims. "Nice gift, Buck?" Sam asks mockingly, Bucky just rolls his eyes, blushing. "Yeah, well, that surprised us all," says Steve as he takes a sip of his coffee. -Not me. - Sam, Nat, Tony, Wanda and Clint respond in unison. making yn giggle

The entire team continued with their things as they normally did. yn and Steve had organized a party for Bucky later that night, so they were getting things ready for the party, when suddenly yn walks up to Bucky, who was sitting on the couch in the living room reading a book, and yn walks up to him. behind and hugs him

"You can claim the gift later if you want, handsome," Yn whispers in Bucky's ear.

"I hope so, doll…" Bucky responds and places a kiss on his girlfriend's neck.

Needless to say, Bucky had a great time on his birthday.

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In The Heights

Sam Wilson x Reader

A/N: The end is so cheesy and I love it 🤭

Summary: You don't like heights. You don't even like going up the elevator in Stark Towers. So your hero friends with the ability of flight, Tony, Falcon, Rhodey, and mayhe even Steve since he's always jumping out of planes, they find this the most amusing. Bruce understands, he doesn't like heights either. Good old Bruce.

Sam, and Steve are taking Bucky to Coney Island, and want you to come along. You have a blast with the games and such, but when Sam convinces you to go up the Ferris Wheel...

Warnings: Cursing, fear of heights? Is that a warning, maybe a few sexual implications if you squint real hard

Sam Wilson x Reader, Avengers x Platonic! Reader, Steve Rogers x Platonic! Reader, Bucky Barnes x Platonic! Reader. Tony Stark x Reader Platonic! Bruce Banner x Reader Platonic!



"I'm not making fun of you," Tony laughs, Bruce shaking his head.

"Yes, but you are," Bruce defends you. Tony laughs again, squeezing your shoulders. "No hard feelings?"

No, there weren't and he knew as such. Your fear of being up high came up at Tony's offer to let you take the suit for a test run. The joking in the hallway was what followed.

The three of you were in Tony's kitchen, late at night, past 3.

"Bagel?" You hear Tony ask, and you go to decline, but you are stopped when it smacks you in the face.

"Wow, okay," Bruce laughs, taking a bite of an uncooked pop tart. You had all been working in the lab all day, and as you normally did, you were unwinding in the kitchen. It was around 2 am, but you weren't exactly being quiet.

"Okay, nobody cry, but I have to bail tomorrow," Tony says, and you set up the bagel you didn't want before, but actually kinda wanted now. "Morgan has her first ballet recital. Promised I would make it."

You and Bruce aww, and you pop your bagel into the microwave.

"Well, I have a dinner tomorrow," Bruce admits bashfully.

"Oh, ho, ho," Tony laughs, you adding, "Good luck on getting laid."

Bruce nearly chokes on his poptart, and you pat his back in reassurance. "Use protection buddy."

"What about yo- Are you microwaving a bagel?" You look at Tony confused, before realizing you were indeed cooking your bagel in the microwave. No plate either, just straight on the microwave plate inside it.

"Oh my god," you shake your head, taking it out, and then dropping it on the floor. It was hot.

"Maybe you should get some rest," Bruce laughs as he helps you discard of your ruined treat.

"Yeah, probably," you shake your head at yourself. "You guys go to bed too. I do not want 72 hour Tony to make a comeback."

"Yes dear, of course," Tony nods solemnly as you walk out of the kitchen to your own bedroom in the compound.

You woke up the next morning, rolling over in your bed to che k the time on your phone.

11:47 [am]

"Early," you muttered to yourself.

You tried to cover your face with the pillow, blocking out the sunlight streaming through your blinds.

"Miss L/n?" A female A.I voice comes out through your ceiling. "You have a message."

Your eyes squint up at the ceiling, in confused thought.

"Would you like to hear it?" FRIDAY asked.

"Who's it from."

"From Mr. Wilson recorded on the 90th floor kitchen area 11 minutes ago."

"...okay, what's the message Fri?"

"He would like you to meet him, Mr. Barnes, and Mr. Rogers downstairs in an hour. On the 90th floor," She clarifies the last part.

"Why?"

"It was not said in the message."

"Yeah, but you listen to us 24/7, what are they doing?"

"I believe they've spoken of going to Deno's Wonder Wheel Amusement Park this afternoon."

Oh great, you think, pulling yourself out of bed. To be fair, you had absolutely nothing better to do with your day.

Might as well have a little fun.



"Your Captain America! Just do it!" You insist.

"It's not fair," Steve says. God damn him, and god damn his morals. You wanted that fucking turtle.

Bucky came back from the snack stand with Sam, handing you a thing of fries.

"Oh, good, Bucky, you don't have morals," his brow furrows at your words, opening his mouth to say something, when you start speaking again. "That. You throw the balls at the jars, knock them all down, you wij the big turtle."

"I could do that no problem," Bucky shrugs.

"Good heres five dollars," you hand it to him, and take his slushie. Steve looks annoyed, but follows Bucky to the tent. Probably to keep guard, or maybe just stare at him. Steve was weird like that.

You take a sip of Bucky's slushie when your sure he's not looking, turning to Sam.

"I feel like we're third wheeling on their date," Sam groans, motioning towards the two by the tent. You giggle at the thought.

"Probably are," you take another sip of the blue sludge. "Must've invited me so you didn't feel too lonely."

"I wanted to invite you," Sam says off-handley. "Good thing I did."

The sun was setting and the ride and games were glowing in bright colors all around you.

The four of you walked, ride to ride, you clutching your giant turtle plush, and much smaller stuffed seagull as you walked.

"That! We're doing the Ferris Wheel," Sam takes your prizes from your hand, giving them to Bucky. "You two can sit on a bench and stare into each other's eyes or whatever."

Before you can protest, and you seemed to be the only one who was going to, Sam had dragged you up to the line.

"Are you sure? It's high?"

"Huh? Yeah, no, it's such a great view."

You could feel your stomach turning cartwheels, and your breathing was shaky. You put on a smile, saying, "Oh, I bet."

Maybe I should say something, You thought as you nervously waited in line.

Maybe I should say something, You thought, now at the very front of the line.

Maybe I should say something, You thought, now in the seat, moving upwards.

Up.

"Look how beautiful," Sam marveled. You tried to grip the bar in front of you, to hold steady, but you rocked the cart a little, causing your heart to stop beating.

"Car- Hey, are you good," Sam looked at you, puzzled. You looked about ready to have a panic attack as you now clutched the side of the cart.

"Maybe I should've said something," you start, trying to look away before realizing that was a shit idea. Sam looked into your eyes waiting for an answer. "I don't really...do heights."

Sam looked at you for a minute, and you were worried. Worried he would think you were babyish, and stupid. He laughed, and you feared the worst. "You should've said that before we got up here."

You were over halfway up. You breaths were short and heavy, but as you released one tight grip, from your left hand, you felt Sam clutch it tightly.

"You gonna be fine?" You nodded at his words. You didn't look at the sights around you, as it made you queasy. Instead, you looked at Sam.

You took in his sweet face, and his chocolate brown eyes. His hand was soft and warm wrapped around yours.

As if feeling your stare, he turned back to you with a crooked grin.

"Preparing for the worst?" You were confused for a second, before realizing.

You stopped, and it scared you more than it should've. Here you were, at the top, higher than ever.

You took a hesitant look at the sights around you. It could be beautiful. The lights, the structures, the bustling nature. All you could think about was falling to your immediate death.

"You scared?" Sam asked.

"Yeah," You admit. It always felt good to say it.

"I have an idea to keep your mind off it," you turn away from the sights, and face him to further inquire.

You feel his lips warm and gentle against yours as his hands hold your face gently. You melt into his kiss.

Suddenly, the heights weren't so bad.

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[megamindsecretlair]

It Started With a Whisper

Chapter 2

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. This starts off tame, pure fluff. Soft Sam. Cursing and allusions to body parts and sex. This series will get explicit so I will keep the community label on mature. There will be angst and smut. Mentions of sick parents, responsible adulting, and unfair burdens. AAVE intentional language.

Summary: This starts off about a week or so before Captain America and The Winter Soldier. You are the front desk clerk who started a few months ago and you have a major crush on Sam Wilson, the handsome and sweet trauma counselor. Your best friend suckers you into going with Sam on a coffee run.

Word Count: 2,275k

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A/N: The more I rewatch The Winter Soldier, I know I'm primarily drooling over Seb like everyone else, but I've really come to appreciate Sam. He's hilarious and Anthony Mackie is perfect. I just wanted to contribute a little something. While likes are awesome, please consider commenting and reblogging to support writers!

“You got a little drool there," Your best friend, Ariel, said and smacked your face with a folder. You jumped, pulled from your daydreaming, and smacked her back.

“Am not,” you muttered. You covertly wiped your mouth and Ariel laughed. “I saw that, ho,” she said.

You rolled your eyes and shuffled papers in front of you, grumbling to yourself. You didn’t want to look, but your eyes were drawn towards the front. Towards Sam. He stood talking to a veteran after their meeting and he was engaged, focused, listening. You briefly wondered what it would be like to have that focus on you.

You mentally shook yourself. You did not need those problems. Still, your eyes tracked him. How he moved, how he laughed. His smile was infectious. He was the type that not only heard you, but listened. 

“When are you gonna tell that boy how badly you want to rip his–”

“Shush!” You scolded. 

Ariel laughed and continued filing away client files. “He’s way over there, you think he can hear me?” 

You shrugged. “We just found out Norse gods are real, supersoldiers coming back from the ice and shit, and aliens tried to take over New York. So yeah, you never know.” 

Ariel laughed. “If Sam is special or whatever, don’t you think we would’ve found out by now? With how much you stare at him?” 

“Hey, I don’t stare. It’s not like I can look at anything else. This is literally the front desk.” 

Ariel held up her hands. “He ain’t sorry to look at. I’m just sayin’. You’d know if his fine ass had any super powers.”

You rolled your eyes again and focused on the meeting schedule in front of you and client emails. You bit your lip as you concentrated, intent on actually getting some work done. 

Veterans Affairs was usually a chill place. As the front desk clerk, there wasn’t a lot of responsibility. Which you preferred. The hours were flexible, boss was understanding, and despite Ariel always talkin’ shit, you had good company. And yeah, the view wasn’t bad.

Again, your mind drifted to Sam. It didn’t make any sense for him to look that fine working in a place like this. But he was good with the veterans. His groups filled up fast sometimes, to the point where he’d stay for just one more. 

You sighed. You were a grown woman. You had no business lusting after a man. 

“Good afternoon, ladies.”

You jumped and looked over at Sam. Sam, standing in front of you. Sam, looking at you and smiling. You froze. Did you conjure him? Did he catch you staring?

Ariel elbowed you as she turned in the small front desk area and leaned on the desk. “Good afternoon, Sam. How goes it?” 

“Afternoon,” you managed to mumble. You think. Idiot. How exactly do you talk to a man that you were just picturing naked? You bet it was big too. Fuck. You were thinking it again.

“Pretty good. I got some time before my next group. I was going to head to the cafe up the street and get something.” Sam kept his eyes fixed on you. You pointedly did not look at him. You didn’t care if you were being rude. You just wanted your face to stop giving away your nasty thoughts.

“Really! What a coincidence. Y/N was just saying she felt a little peckish,” Ariel said. 

You whipped your head towards her and glared. You stumbled over your words. You couldn’t deny that shit fast enough. 

“I-uh, well, my-my family packed something for me,” you said. 

Sam laughed. “Don’t worry, I know you don’t want to be seen around town with someone like me.”

Your eyes widened and you shook your head. “That’s not true! I would never–I mean, I’m not…”

Sam laughed again. “I’m joking, Y/N.” How did he manage to make your name sound so…melodic? 

You laughed nervously and licked your lips. You were a well educated woman, oldest child, and Sam turned you into a bumbling idiot. 

“One of these days I’ll wear you down. You’ll have to give me a good excuse or go on and accept a date with me.” 

Your cheeks couldn’t burn hotter. You thanked whoever was listening that your dark skin hid your blush. “Sam…”

He shook his head and waved you off. “I’m not pressuring you, I swear. I’m just sayin’, I’m a good time.” His smirk made his high cheekbones stick out. 

“She knows it. She’s just stubborn,” Ariel said. 

You stood up and bumped her with your hip, offering a small and fake apology. “I am not,” you said.

“I know it. I’ll have to impress her, right? Get her to take a chance on me?” Sam asked Ariel.

“Mhhm, poor thing needs to be hit over the head,” Ariel said. 

“Are ya’ll done laughing at my expense?” 

“No!” Sam and Ariel said at the same time. You rolled your eyes and put your hands on your hips. 

Hell, you didn’t know why you kept saying no anyway. Well, you did. But your excuses never fazed Ariel. You had a busy home life, with family that depended on you. Was it really fair to start something up if you couldn’t follow through? 

Ariel would say yes. That you deserved fun. That it didn’t have to be anything other than casual. But your crush was anything but casual. You wanted this man, biblically. You couldn’t string two sentences around the man. 

But did you want your family to run your life? Just because you were responsible didn’t mean you had to be boring. You weren’t always like this. This…goop of a puddle who couldn’t look a man in the eye. You were gorgeous, goddamn it! You had curves, a nice ass, and a cute face. Tits weren’t bad either. 

“One trip to the cafe?” You asked.

Sam grinned and nodded. “One trip. Harmless,” he said and shrugged his shoulders.

Mhmm. You looked at Ariel who pumped her fist. The bitch could at least be subtle about it. You giggled and gathered your purse.

“It appears I’m taking my break now,” you told Ariel. 

“Take ya time. All the time you need,” Ariel said and eyed Sam up and down. She was embarrassing enough for the both of you.

You exited the closed off desk area, returning the half door to its place. You were doing it. You were standing next to him. You also felt like you were going to throw up, but you’d take the victory where you could.

Sam led the way out of the VA building and you blinked into the late DC sun. You forgot how dark it could be in the building. You needed to head out more and get some sun on your bones.

Together, you walked with Sam towards the small cafe on the corner. You walked in silence for a bit, biting the inside of your cheek. You were so painfully awkward.

“I gotta say, I’m shocked to see you out from behind the desk.”

You laughed. “Not what you was picturing?” You asked.

“Better.”

You laughed and rolled your eyes. “Boy…”

He laughed. “I’m sorry,” he said and didn’t look the least bit sorry. He always looked like he knew a secret you didn’t. Instead of looking like an asshole, he looked like he was dying to tell it.

“Can you blame me? I’ve been askin’ for months.” He said. You waited at a corner for the light to turn so you could cross. Sam got on the other side of you, so that he was closest to the oncoming traffic. Your heart melted a tiny bit.

DC was expansive and yet seemed so small. Cars were jam packed, honking, and everyone was rushing around. Everyone walked with a purpose, some place to be and something to do. There was a light breeze and the sun was losing its heat.

“I’m sorry about that…”

“I’m not saying it to make you feel bad. I’m just sayin’ I’m grateful I get to spend any time with you. Whatever you’re cool with, I promise.”

“I like that you ask me out. I hate havin’ to say no.” You admitted. It was so damn true, it hurt. You did hate saying no. You hated that he would smile through it all, so understanding. But you knew he was disappointed. 

“Why do you say no?” He asked. He asked it softly, not judging. Sam was so damn sweet, you should have a cavity.

You took a deep breath as you crossed the street. It was a loaded question. Where did you start? A hermit mom who was too scared to leave the house after New York? Your stubborn but ailing dad who refused to go to the hospital? Your wild and out siblings who never took shit seriously? 

“Home life is kind of…chaotic. After New York, everyone’s been on edge. I know it was two years ago, but it doesn’t really help. We had live footage that nasty aliens exist.” 

Sam nodded his head. He held the door open for you as you went inside the cafe. The heavenly aroma of fresh bread and coffee made your mouth water. The cafe was smallish, mostly for getting the order to go. There were tables and chairs for people to sit but they were all occupied. 

The shop itself had a new age, almost hippy vibe but was every inch the upscale coffee shop political types loved. Everything was modern, clean, and even had a chalkboard menu. Because of course they did.

You stood in line. “Yeah, that was insane to watch on TV before the cameras went down. I’ve talked to plenty of people that still fear going outside. You afraid of another attack?” 

You sighed. You knew he wouldn’t judge you, bless him. But it wasn’t you that was afraid. Your mother’s nerves were so bad, they were contagious. It was easier to stay home than have her call you ten times per minute to make sure you were safe. Yes, you were aware that it had nothing to do with you. But you were trying, okay? 

“Not me, exactly,” you said and laughed. “It’s hard to explain.”

“It’s cool. You don’t have to. But I’m here if you ever need someone to talk to,” he said.

You smiled at him. “Thanks, Sam.”

He smiled. You approached the barista and ordered. You reached for your wallet when Sam stopped you. “I asked you here, it’s my treat.”

“Sam, no. I can pay for my order.”

“Never said you couldn’t. My treat,” he said. He handed the barista his card and paid for the order anyway. You scowled. It only made him laugh.

“It’s only a few bucks.” 

“That’s not the point. I don’t like people paying for me,” you said.

“Not even as a treat?” He asked. You both moved off to the side to wait for your coffee and muffin. 

“Not really,” you said.

Sam smiled. “I’m sorry. Tell you what. We can walk here again tomorrow and I’ll let you pay. I’ll even order the most expensive thing on the menu.”

You laughed and shook your head. “You just want to walk here again with me.”

“Did it work?” He asked.

You pursed your lips. Dammit, yes. You nodded and he celebrated. “I’ll take it.”

You grabbed your order and headed back towards the building, asking how he got started into counseling. 

“Counseling helped me a lot when I got back. I wanted to pay it forward. I’m pretty good at talkin’ to people. Figured it was my calling,” he said.

“You ever miss it?” 

Sam shrugged and sipped some of his coffee. You admired anyone who could walk and drink. Your drink would’ve ended up all over your outfit. And you rather liked these jeans and your flowery blouse.

“Yes and no? I don’t miss the action. I miss my brothers though. There’s a deep bond you form over there that never really leaves you.” 

You nodded. You never served but you heard that sentiment repeatedly as they checked in for groups, signed up for others, or needed resources. The military chewed you up and spat you out and never stopped to give a damn.

You continued to learn more about him, more than you managed to pick up when you started working at the VA. He was from Louisiana, he has a sister, and two nephews. His parents owned a fishing business. 

He was so easy to talk to, once you got past your initial dirty thoughts and weird hangups about him. He made you laugh so many times on the way back, your sides were hurting as you entered the dimly lit, bland government building. He walked you back to the front desk where Ariel was grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

“Nothing for me? I’m hurt.”

“Good. That’s what you get for being a smart ass,” you said.

“Got your behind out walking with him, didn’t it?” Ariel laughed and high-fived Sam.

You narrowed your eyes. “I hope ya’ll didn’t plan this,” you said.

Sam held up his hands, raising his cup in the air. “On my honor as an Airman, I did not plan this.” He walked backwards as he winked at you.

“Until tomorrow, Y/N.”

“Bye, Sam,” you said and rolled your eyes. Even if it was a set up, you didn’t mind. You had a lot of fun. 

You entered the booth and sat down. Ariel leaned her hip against the desk and flipped her long hair over her shoulder.

“Spill, bitch!”

Masterlist | Chapter 2

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FIC REC WEEK 12 – OTHER MARVEL SHIPS

STEVE/SAM

Not the Destination by KiaraSayre

Pairing: Steve/Sam Rating: NR Words: 8,007 Tags: Road Trips, Demi Steve, Armchair Therapy

Summary: Before they leave New York, Tony Stark (Tony Stark, Jesus, Sam's not over it, never ever over it) hands him an AmEx Black and says, "Don't let Cap spend it all on egg creams and quarters for the jukebox." "That is exactly what I'm gonna do," Sam says. "Egg creams and jukeboxes, nonstop. That's how we roll."

Reasons why I love it: All the fluffy feels! I love Sam basically coaching Steve into a bit of happiness, and I'm so happy that Steve is the one to finally take that last (first?) step. This whole fic is so sweet, and I adore all the stops they make along the way, the progression feels so natural. So yeah, it's fantastic, and I highly recommend it!

Closer to flying by Odsbodkins

Pairing: Steve/Sam Rating: M Words: 2,405 Tags: First Time, Canon Adjacent, Past Steve/Bucky

Summary: Sam Wilson had thought he had excellent gaydar. The sort of neighborhood he grew up in, then the military, a near-flawless gaydar was a survival essential. He was going to have to revise it to “has excellent gaydar in person”. Because he had never had the slightest inkling that Captain America might be gay.

Reasons why I love it: Steve being an experienced gay icon, we stan. I love the Steve Rogers is Not A Virgin trope, and this fic does it incredibly well. I also really enjoyed the hopeful note that this fic ends on. It's fantastic, and I hope you go and check it out for yourself!

Easy Does It by astolat

Pairing: Steve/Sam Rating: M Words: 6,489 Tags: Post-CA:TWS, Sex Pollen, Marriage

Summary: “It just seems like—it should mean something,” Steve said plaintively. “Well, I guess it does,” Sam said, after a thoughtful moment. “Means you’re not a virgin anymore.”

Reasons why I love it: Oh my god, that ending scene is the fucking best. I love how this fic strikes the perfect balance between being fluffy, funny and angsty, and does all of them equally well. Steve hanging out with Sarah and the kids is adorable, and I love Sam and Steve's banter throughout. This fic is wonderful, and I hope you check it out for yourself!

between our bodies there's a battlefield by thingswithwings

Pairing: Steve/Sam Rating: E Words: 4,805 Tags: Porn with Feelings, Anal Sex, PWP

Summary: Sam hadn't ever had cause to think about it, not really, but if someone had told him that he would end up in a pity fuck situation with Steve Rogers, gorgeous kind superpowered American war hero Steve Rogers, he would've assumed he was the one being pitied.

Reasons why I love it: Sam reading Steve like a book and giving him exactly what he needs is really fucking hot. And oh my god, Steve asking to be held down, and that anecdote about Tom? Scorching. Steve's desperation just makes it all even hotter, goddamn. I love this fic so much, and I bet you will too!

you can see it with the lights out by defcontwo

Pairing: Steve/Sam Rating: M Words: 4,702 Tags: Falling In Love, Past Relationship(s), Insecurity

Summary: “Will you believe me if I tell you that this is a normal thing that happens between two guys that are friends?” Sam says, and yeah, he’s pretty sure that that came out as weak as it sounded in his head. Steve leans up on one elbow, looking down at Sam, that same crinkle around the edges of his eyes noticeable even in the gloom of the motel room light. “I know it’s been seventy years since I last had sex with a man but I’m still pretty sure that’s bullshit, Wilson.” Sam Wilson falls in love. Like everything else, it's a process.

Reasons why I love it: Gaaah, this fic gives me ALL the feels! Sam's conflict is so relatable, and I love the hopeful ending. Steve is such a sweetheart too. This fic is incredible, and it deserves all the love in the world, so I hope you check it out!

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For the very first time - Chapter 3

[or 5 times the Cap Quartet slept with each other and 1 time they slept all together]

AN: Sorry for the delay - Easter Holidays and life were getting in the way, so today, you get a 241 deal - I will be posting Chapter 4 straight after this one. Set the same day that Sam meets Steve (and Nat) in CA:TWS @catws-anniversary. Catch up on Chapter 2!

Much love to my beta @kingofsorrow20

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Chapter Summary: Sam’s day started off weird when he found himself being lapped by Captain America when out for his morning run, but now Steve's extremely hot friend has appeared at his door. What’s a guy to do?

Chapter Relationship: Sam x Nat

Chapter Word count: 1.2k

CW: Strangers to Lovers, Flirting, Vaginal Sex, Nat going after what she wants.

Nat and Sam - May 2014

Sam was not expecting the knock at the door. He was only wearing a pair of sweats low on his hips, his skin still damp from his post run shower, but he went to open it anyway. Somehow he was not entirely surprised when he saw Steve Rogers' red-headed friend standing there, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips. 

Sam raised his eyebrow at her and she responded in kind, the unspoken communication understood by both of them. He took a step back, gesturing for her to enter, grinning as he did so and as soon as he shut the front door she was on him, pushing him firmly against his hallway wall, her blood red lips pressed to his. 

“Nat,” she mumbled against him, and it took Sam a second to understand what she was saying, as all of his brain power was currently diverted to his dick. His hands gripped her waist as he stuttered out his own reply. 

“Sam. Sam Wilson.”

“I know,” she replied, and he felt her smile into their shared kiss.

There was no real conversation after that, just the blazing heat of lust as her delicate, but no doubt lethal, fingers trailed over his exposed skin before ducking under the waistband at the back of his sweats to take hold of his ass, pulling him flush against her.

Sam started to think he might be a little in love, because, god, did he have a thing for people who knew exactly what they wanted and weren't afraid to go after it. However, part of him also thought it was a shame he didn’t get to spend more time with Steve. Oh well, he wasn’t going to complain about this turn of events and, to be honest, all thoughts of Steve departed as soon as Nat’s hand shifted and wrapped around his cock.

The action did, however, wake him up and he started to reciprocate, pushing her leather jacket from her shoulders and trying to steer them to a more comfortable place. He was more than capable of playing this out in the hallway if need be, but he’d prefer a comfortable bed where Nat could do anything she wanted to him - Sam was in no way disillusioned enough to think he was in charge here, and he was perfectly okay with that. 

He got them to his bedroom, though, and couldn’t help the grin that took over his entire face as Nat shoved him back onto his mattress and began to strip out of her remaining clothes, revealing pale skin encased in lingerie as red as her hair, lips and nails. Okay, Sam was now a lot in love, because ‘Wow!’. He wriggled out of his sweats with more enthusiasm than grace and saw Nat smile enigmatically before she climbed onto the bed, moving her body over his, her lace covered core scratching gently over his rock hard cock. 

He shuddered slightly and Nat cocked her head to the side.

“You like that, Samuel?”

He bit his lip as his head tilted back, and he nodded.

“Yeah.” At his admission Nat curled her nails into his pecs and raked them down his chest, raising welts in their wake. Sam bucked his hips up in response. 

“Oh fuck!” he shouted. “You’re gonna kill me, aren’t you?” He wasn’t even sure if he was joking or not, but if she really was gonna kill him, this was the way he’d want to go. However, Nat just leant forward, her warm breath ghosting over his lips, as she undid her bra and discarded it across the room.

“Only le petit mort.”

“My kinda gal.”

He raised his hands to cup her breasts, absolutely struck by how pale her skin was. He could see some fading bruises along her ribs and on her forearms, and part of him wanted to kiss every blemish in the hope they would then disappear. However, her breasts were more tempting. He rolled each peak between his fingers, watching as Nat shuddered atop him.

“Please. Can I?” His words weren’t working, but somehow Nat understood him. She moved a bit more and then Sam was in heaven as his lips latched around one pink nipple, suckling on it greedily, while continuing to play with the other. Nat let out a pleasured sigh and Sam felt pride well within him. He wanted to make her feel good and was happy he was achieving his goal. He was generally a giver in bed, getting pleasure from his partner’s pleasure, although he wasn’t above being a pillow princess every so often when the mood took him. 

His free hand skimmed down Nat’s side, and he felt the firm muscles under her soft skin. He had the feeling that he could be rough if he wanted and she would welcome it, especially given how she’d already marked his skin. However, now wasn’t the time. Maybe there would be other chances in the future.

Nat shifted above him once more and Sam got the hint, switching to her other breast, but the air was driven from his lungs the moment he felt her take hold of his cock before it was then enveloped in her warm, wet heat. He still felt the scratch of her panties against his hip - she must have just moved them to the side - but then his brain was gone as Nat rode him, just taking what she wanted from him as he continued to lavish attention to her breasts in turn. 

It was instinctual to thrust his hips up to meet her movements, and Nat didn’t complain. Her hands were on his headboard as she moved, her cunt clutching and pulling at his cock, and Sam had no idea how he hadn't already come - this was by far the most erotic encounter he’d had in a long time. ‘Sexy assassin coming to hit him up for a booty call’ had not been on his bingo card for this year, but he was definitely not mad about it. Far from it.

Nat began to let out louder noises, a series of guttural moans and grunts, and Sam sucked harder on the tit he had in his mouth, flicking the engorged nipple with his tongue. His spare hand rested on the small of her back, helping to guide her movements that had got more erratic. It was only a few moments later when she threw her head back, looking like a goddess above him, and her cunt clenched hard. Sam felt the strength of her orgasm, the way his cock was almost strangled by her body and he fucking loved it. He couldn’t hold back any longer and spilled into Nat, his own cries muffled into the soft flesh of her chest.

She collapsed on to him, both of their bodies covered in a sheen of sweat. Sam was certain that he’s breathing harder out of the two of them, despite not doing the majority of the work. This didn’t surprise him in the slightest. 

However, when Nat finally climbed off him to flop onto his mattress, her skin flushed pink, Sam was surprised when the first thing she said was “So, do you think Steve’s cute?”

Chapter 4

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Any Fan's Dream, Part 15

Any Fan's Dream Masterlist

Synopsis:

When you look around and see Avengers Tower in front of you and Peter Parker beside you, you wonder how the hell you managed to get into the MCU.

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"Holy fuck! You can't just sneak up on a person like that." You gestured at Sam, "Look what happened because you did, see, this is why you don't, you end up getting kicked in the face with a rock and scream really-fucking-loud. Speaking of, why is your scream so high-pitched? I get that you got hit in the face, but it was a small rock. Really more of a pebble."

He looked at you. "You're Cap's friend. What are you doing here? You shouldn't be here."

"Yeah, and neither should you, Mr. 'I'm-a-fugitive'. What if I had been a government agents?"

"That's why I snuck up on you. In case you were."

"Well, hate to break it to you, but the scream definitely gave you away." You said, nodding calmly, as if your heart wasn't still beating way too fast from the scream. "Next time, try a little lower pitch, and maybe it would be scary rather than concerning. Ya know? That way you can assert your dominance. Like a dog peeing on a hydrant."

"It wasn't that high-pitched." He rubbed the nape of his neck, trying to disregard his embarrassment. "Perfectly acceptable to scream when someone hits you in the face with a rock for no reason."

"Uh huh," you deadpanned, "weren't you in the military? I can't imagine being scared of rocks was an advantage."

"Well, I mean-" he stopped, "wait, how do you know I was in the military?"

"Captain America," you said simply. It wasn't really a lie, you had learned that in one of the Captain America movies, so...

"Huh, I guess-" he put a finger to his ear, his entire body tensing. "Stay quiet. We have to go."

You wanted to ask why, but then realized that he had probably got a warning from Redwing that someone was in the area, so you listened and followed him as quiet as you were capable. Even though you felt a little hazy, you managed to stay silent. Everything was great. That was, until-

DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN DUUUUN DU DU DU DUUUUUUU DU DU DU-

"Ohshitohshit-" you quickly silenced your phone, berating yourself for your dumbassery. You had silenced your fucking notifications but hadn't put your phone on silent, leading the the unfortunate situation you found yourself in. 

Sam looked around worriedly, grabbing your hand and pulling you. He rushed, hoping nobody had heard the ringtone and was after you. You let him lead you, navigating through the dozens of warehouses and into one near the water. 

"We should be safe," he assured you, "Redwing hasn't detected any movement nearby aside from our own." 

"I'm so sorry. I'm such an idiot." You groaned, burying your face in your palms. You spoke, voice muffled by your hands, "sometimes I astound myself with my stupidity. Like, really, it's like 'oh I'm just gonna go sneak around to look for fugitives and not put my phone on silent mode even though I'm definitely not supposed to be here, nothing could possible go wrong' and then what do you know? Of course it fucking went wrong."

He patted your shoulder. "Don't worry, I'm not much better. I also astound myself with my dumb bitch decisions sometimes. Happens to the best of us."

You felt your adoration for Sam Wilson grow because he was a hero who was relatable. Plus, he was funny and could fly, so what more reason did anyone need to love him?

"Sam? Who are you talking-" Steve stopped, face going slack when he saw you. 

You waved awkwardly. "What's up, old man?"

~~

The voices carried through the rest of the warehouse, floating in from another room within. Steve couldn't make out any specific words, but as he crept closer, he heard the familiar voice of Sam, and the muffled voice of someone else.

He felt a weird tinge of recognition from the muffled voice, as if he knew the person who was speaking. 

But that was impossible.

There was no way that it was her in that room. 

She was probably back at one of Tony's hotels on bedrest. He knew how much Nat and Tony cared about her, there was no way they would let her be in some abandoned warehouse with a bunch of fugitives, even if those fugitives were their friends, although with how Tony felt, maybe they weren't even friends anymore.

Steve frowned. 

He didn't want to lose Tony's friendship. He just wanted to protect his best friend and prove his innocence, that was all. But if he had to choose between Tony's friendship and Bucky's life? There was no contest. 

The voices snapped him out of his thoughts, reminding him what was happening.

"Sam? Who are you talking-"

She's- she is here. Why was she here?

You waved at him "What's up, old man?"

His mouth didn't work for a moment, unable to come up with anything to say. But Sam coughed, and that seemed to allow him to speak again. 

"You shouldn't be here. Why are you here, (y/n)?"

You smiled sheepishly. "Is it wrong to check up on a friend?"

"You shouldn't be here," Steve repeated, voice firm. "The doctor said you should be resting for 3 days."

Sam looked between the two of them. "You know what, I'm just gonna go watch the arm dude." 

Your eyes glowed when he said that. "Wait- can I go meet him? I want to meet him." You sounded 100% like a kid at Disneyland begging to meet your favorite character, which wasn't far off. Well, you weren't at Disneyland, but you were so close to meeting Bucky-fucking-Barnes so you did not give a fuck because you absolutely adored the man.

Steve looked at you. "You do realize that he is the man who was accused of setting off the bomb that hurt you?" Steve's blood boiled when he thought about the man that had framed Bucky and hurt you. 

"I saw what happened when Bucky was in his cell. When he said those words and made Sergeant Barnes do what he did. I put two and two together and I'm 100% sure he didn't blow up the building. Besides, you're protecting him and I trust you."

"Hey, Cap!" Sam's voice rang out.

Steve looked reluctant to turn away from you, but he couldn't simply ignore Sam. Instead, he sighed and beckoned you to come with him when he entered the large room that Bucky was in. 

Your heart broke a little when you saw how Bucky sat, arm in a vice as a precaution in case the programming of the Winter Soldier hadn't worn off. You knew it was a reasonable safety measure but it was just another sad thing Bucky didn't deserve to happen to him. 

Sam stood beside him, just far enough out of his reach that in the event that he was still the same as he was before, he wouldn't be hurt. It was disheartening to see how he was kept at a distance from even the people who wanted to help him. 

Bucky looked between the three of you, eyes flickering to you before resting back on Steve.

"Steve." His voice was weak as he tried to sit up straighter.

Steve fixed a searching look on him. "Which Bucky am I talking to?"

"Your mom's name was Sarah..." he paused like he was searching for something within his scarred memory. "You used to wear newspapers in your shoes." A soft laugh escaping his throat as he recalled.

Steve's expression was equal parts relief and sadness, lips pulled slightly upward at knowing that his best friend was still there. "You can't read that in a museum."

You really wanted to enjoy the reconnection of the two super soldiers in front of you, but the pain in your head had been flaring on and off since the explosion and decided that, hey, now would be a good time to inflict some excruciating pain, causing you to scrunch up your face in pain. 

Sam looked between Steve and Bucky. "Just like that, we're suppose to be cool?"

Knowing he wasn't going to like the answer, Bucky asked, "What did I do?"

"Enough."

Bucky dropped his head, sighing. "Oh, God, I knew this would happen. Everything Hydra put inside me is still there. All he had to do was say those goddamn words."

"Who was he?"

"I don't know."

"People are dead. The bombing," Steve glanced at you, "-the setup. The doctor did all that just to get 10 minutes with you. I need you to do better than 'I don't know.'"

Bucky tried to think. "He wanted to know about Siberia. Where I was kept. He wanted to know exactly where."

"Why would he need to know that?"

"Because I'm not the only Winter Soldier."

~~

With the whole other-Winter-Soldiers-exist revelation and Bucky revealing to Steve and Sam all the dangerous capabilities of those individuals, you zoned out. You knew you should be listening, there might be something you had forgotten from the movies, but you couldn't focus on anything and you just wanted to sit down and rest. 

You excused yourself from the three of them, needing to go seat yourself. Unfortunately, you couldn't manage to find a comfortable position to lean against the wall because of the various bruises and burns (how wonderful) that were scattered across your body. You wanted to just lay face-down on a comfy bed, surrounded by pillows and blankets and some yummy snacks, but instead you had to settle for sitting crisscross on the concrete floor of some random abandoned warehouse, contemplating how absolutely horrible everything was going. 

Your phone rang, and on impulse you answered it. 

You opened your mouth, "-"

"(y/n)?? Where are you? What are you doing?" Natasha's worried voice came through clearly, and you panicked.

And what do panicked people do?

Well, apparently, they shriek and throw their phone at the floor when they remember that cell phones can be tracked. You stood up quickly, body protesting, and you lifted your leg to stomp on the remaining pieces of the device. 

"Oh, you dumb bitch," you berated, covering your face with your hands. "Dammit. Now she's going to be even more worried. And pissed. Fuck."

"(y/n), is everything okay?" Steve asked, joining you in your part of the warehouse. He noticed your distressed appearance, concerned. "What happened?"

"I forgot that phones could be tracked," you groaned, "and I answered a call from Nat. I'm sorry, but it probably isn't safe for you guys here anymore. Tony could've already tracked me down already." 

Why did you have to be such a fucking burden? All you wanted to do was help.

 Steve registered the risk, but couldn't help remembering Nat's words from only days before. 

"-oh, you remember (y/n), right? With how you've been treating her recently, I'm not sure that you even remember her. Especially when you showed exactly how little you cared about her well-being when we went to her place."

He did care about you. He had never intended on ignoring your pain. He could shamefully admit that he hadn't even noticed your distress. He didn't mean to be so oblivious, to hurt you, but Peggy had just passed and he could barely register anything other than the fact that he was becoming increasingly more alone. The only way he was able to keep himself from falling apart was by doing what he always had, and focusing on the people who needed him.

But he couldn't think about that loss, not now. Not when so much was happening. 

"Are you okay?"

You looked bewildered. "What? Am I- yeah, I'm fine. This isn't about me though. Well, I mean I caused this stupid problem, but you should really find a new place to stay. I don't know how safe this place anymore."

"She's right, Steve." Sam stood there. "We have to go."

He knew that the two of them were right, sadness enveloping him because the Avengers had fallen into this divided mess. He shouldn't have to worry about Tony, Bucky shouldn't have to go on the run for being falsely accused, and you didn't deserve to be made collateral damage because someone was mad at the Avengers. He abhorred the entire situation, knowing that even though the Avengers hadn't been able to save everyone, they had done everything they could to save as many people as possible. Everything was so undeniably wrong, the government was demanding that they give up everything, even their basic human rights, all because of fear. Ross wanted them to be his little attack dogs, not people, but weapons without a will, forced to fight for people with agendas. He agreed that the Avengers needed some oversight, that they needed to take accountability, but taking away their freedoms? They were no better than the bad guys doing that.

Which is why he knew he had to go after the man that had framed Bucky. He needed to prove his friend's innocence and find you a safe place to stay, and maybe- hopefully, find some way to salvage the team. 

And then of course, there was the very real threat of that man controlling the rest of the Winter Soldiers and tearing down governments, leaving behind irreparable ruins. That was the big fight. He couldn’t allow Bucky -or anyone- to be captured, not when such a big threat was looming. If they didn’t manage to stop the brainwashed assassins, countless innocent lives could be lost. It was no longer just about the rights of the Avengers as people, it was now about all the people who could die simply because one man had gained knowledge of something better left forgotten and buried.

~~

You were seated in the tiny car, half certain you were going to pass out if the car went over another bump and your back hit the seat again, but hey, at least you got to sit next to Bucky Barnes, right? Well, that was before Steve had dropped him and Sam off somewhere and told you that the two of you needed to go somewhere.

You looked out the windows as the world passed by, brows furrowing as you seemed to get into a busier area. Weren’t they going to meet with Sharon and everything? This place sure didn’t look like it did in the movie-

Your eyes widened as the building came into view.

“Why are we here? We shouldn’t be here.” You had the horrible feeling you knew what was about to happen. “Steve? Steve, we really shouldn’t be here.”

You winced as the car stopped, pulling into the large driveway in front of the hotel.

Steve could barely meet your eyes. “I’m sorry, (y/n). I know you want to help, but I heard what the doctor said about you. You can’t be with us. You’re hurt. It’s better…” his voice was apologetic but strong, “it’s better if you stay here, you’ll be safe with Natasha.”

”No,” you breathed out, “No, I can help. Let me help!”

Steve shook his head. “I can’t let you get caught in the crossfires of people angry with the Avengers. Not again. You don’t deserve to pay for our mistakes.”

”Who said I’m ‘paying for your mistakes’? It wasn’t your fucking fault that the bomb went off.” If anything, it was mine. I should’ve stopped it from happening.

Natasha exited the hotel, eyes full of relief when she saw you.

“I’m sorry, angel, but I can’t let you get hurt again.”

And he left with those words.

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[siancore]

He Owns the Sky

Summary: Sam gets a new Cap suit and goes on a mission. Bucky is not impressed.

A/N: Saw Sam Wilson in his new Cap suit and had some SamBucky thoughts. Featuring All Star Cast, but focused on SamBucky. Enjoy!

Content: Language, banter, and angst. 

“He is not going to like this, Captain Wilson. You know he’s temperamental at the best of times. Moody, even. Although we are both very fond of him, you know this will make him insufferable.”

“He’s already insufferable, Your Majesty.” Shuri let out an amused giggle at Sam’s assessment. “He’s gonna be more upset at me than he is at you.”

“Oh, that remains to be seen,” Shuri replied with a smile. “Actually, should I be offended, Sam?”

She was teasing, but Sam answered in earnest, “Of course not. Your work is amazing. A certain geriatric’s design sense was a little off, but everything you did was stellar, Shuri. Really great stuff.”

“But things can always be improved, yes?”

“Yes,” said Sam. “Plus, I make an easy target flyin’ around looking like fine ass stars and stripes. Change is good.”

“Change is good,” Shuri repeated. “Now, please let me know if he has a complete meltdown. I have cat memes the likes of which the general public hasn’t seen.”

“Thank you,” Sam said with a warm smile.

“You’re most welcome,” Shuri replied in kind.

The aerial battle was brutal even though it was relatively short. Ironheart was assisting War Machine and the Midnight Angels in offensive strikes. Captain America, Falcon, and Photon were on the defensive, parrying assaults before they got too close to the ground. Their adversaries were one of the Big Three – it was another alien invasion.

Sam was tired, but he kept going. His new suit was standing up to the onslaught. Shuri’s design was immaculate, even better than the last. There was ease of movement that Sam hadn’t had before. Even though he was older now, the suit somehow synced with him in an anticipatory manner and gave him an added edge with speed and acrobatics.

He felt like he owned the sky.

Even when he took a direct hit to the abdomen and fell from said sky, there was no real harm done to his person. Sam and his friends staved off the attack before their backup even arrived. He let Shuri know how the new suit fared as soon as his medical check and debrief was done.

  Sam was in his private changeroom when he heard the unmistakable sound of Bucky Barnes’ footfalls coming his way.

“What the fuck, Sam?”

“Hi, Honey. Welcome home,” Sam replied while not looking up from where he was removing his civilian clothing from his go-bag; he knew Bucky was in a mood.

“What’s this?” Bucky asked, gesturing to Sam’s new, sleek suit.

“My Cap suit, duh,” Sam replied.

“What happened to the other goddamn suit?” asked Bucky with his hands on his hips.

“Nothing, I just got an upgrade.”

“This,” said Bucky, stepping closer and waving his Vibranium arm around. “This is an upgrade? What was Shuri thinking? Letting you out in this. Your arms are all – exposed. And your neck? What the hell? There’s no protection for your neck or your head.”

“Bucky, come on,” said Sam, finally looking up to meet his gaze. “The suit’s amazing. I took a direct hit from some type of blaster and didn’t even feel it.”

“Yeah, I saw that shit.”

“How’d you see that?”

“I heard you guys were called out and I hacked a low-Earth orbit satellite’s transponder,” said Bucky like that was a completely normal thing to do.

Sam looked at Bucky with an incredulous look on his face.

“You’re using secret fuckin’ Thunderbolts tech to hack satellites to spy on me while I work?”

“Yeah, and for good reason,” Bucky replied. “Sue me.”

“You’re gonna lose your secret anti-hero spy gig if you keep this shit up, Buck.”

“Don’t try to change the subject, Samuel.”

Sam let out a sigh.

“The suit’s fine. I’m fine. Can we not do this right now? I know you’re probably feeling some kinda way because I replaced the suit you had designed for me, but –”

“This ain’t about the goddamn suit, Sam,” said Bucky, inching closer and narrowing his gaze. “It’s about you doing reckless hero shit in a team full o’ heroes. Why did you have to draw the enemy fire? You took a fuckin’ hit today. You could’ve – shit. You could’ve. What if you didn’t –”

“Didn’t what?” asked Sam, holding Bucky’s firm gaze.

“What if you didn’t make it, uh? What then? The world’s just ‘sposed to go on without Captain America? I’m supposed to go on without you?”

“Buck, don’t. That’s not the deal.”

“No, Sam. I know we talked about this,” said Bucky, his voice softening as he placed a hand to Sam’s upper arm. “I know we said we’d stay out of each other’s work stuff. That we do what we gotta do, and then come home to each other, but you took a fuckin’ direct hit today in this new suit that hasn’t been real-world-battle-tested and I nearly lost my mind.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It scared me, Sammy. I thought I lost you,” said Bucky, his voice quiet and low.

“Hey,” said Sam, moving closer. “I’m right here, Baby. I’m okay.”

Bucky wrapped his arms around Sam’s waist and drew him into an embrace. Sam placed both hands to the sides of Bucky’s face. They stared at one another for a beat. It was a moment that felt brief but also eternal.

“I’m sorry for pickin’ a fight with you,” said Bucky as he closed his eyes, leaned forward, and rubbed his nose against Sam’s. “When it comes to you and your safety, I lose all my good sense.”

They breathed each other in and let the tension fall away.

“Aww, Baby, be careful. You only had a little bit of good sense to start with,” Sam joked, causing Bucky to laugh as his frustration dissipated as his affection for Sam took over and banished the fear.

“Good point,” Bucky replied, before he kissed Sam’s forehead. “I just love you so much, Dollface.”

“I know, Buck. I love you, too.”

The pair stared into one another’s eyes once more before bringing their lips together in a languid kiss. They stayed that way for a while, kissing and holding one another. Bucky rans his hands over the new suit making sure Sam was really unharmed. After a while, Sam pulled back a little and let Bucky examine the suit better.

“It’s king shit, right?” Sam asked, turning his backside to Bucky while looking over his shoulder. “I look fine as fuck. Look at my ass, Bucky. Look at it. Everyone’s gonna be lookin’ at it in this suit. The internet is gonna break.”

Bucky knit his brow and gave his most annoyed expression.

“Aww,” Sam said, cupping Bucky’s face and pressing a kiss to his nose. “I’m just playin’. They can all look, but you’re the only one who gets to touch.”

“Damn fuckin’ right,” said Bucky as he grabbed Sam’s hips and pulled him in for a searing kiss. “C’mon, let’s get you home and outta that suit. Wanna get my hands on that ass of yours.”

#sambucky #sambucky fanfiction #sam wilson #bucky barnes

[fluffyprettykitty]

Clean

Pairing: Sam Wilson x female reader (no other specifications)

Word Count: 650 words

Outline: Sam surprises you in the shower after a morning workout.

Warnings: daddy kink, fingering, nipple play.

Author’s Note: I miss Sam so much, I need to SEE HIM.

P.S: dividers by @firefly-graphics// banners by @maysdigitalarts

Main Masterlist ・❥・ Sam Wilson Masterlist

NSFW UNDERNEATH THE CUT. MINORS DNI.

Washington, 11 am

You just came home from your morning run ready to take off the sweat from your body. It hadn’t been long since you had moved into this city, your boyfriend Sam Wilson, Captain America himself dragging you there for business all the way from home. But you couldn’t be happier to comply. Your work allowed you to be remote so moving across the states wasn’t hard for you. 

You toss off your clothes on the bin in the washroom and then head inside the shower turning on the faucet when you feel his huge hands pulling you closer by your waist. 

“Sam.” You bemuse. He probably came home early and his inside the shower knowing you wouldn’t be far away. 

“Cannot believe you’d take a shower without me.”

“Well, I didn’t see your car outside.”

“That’s right I left it at the service so now I gotta find a way to keep myself occupied all day long.”

“Oh, sounds like you are in need of a hobby.”

“Oh yeah, guess what my hobby is baby.”

“Breaking your poor girl’s back is not a hobby.”

“How about we agree to disagree?”

“Fine by me but I have to run to the grocery store later.”

“I’ll go.”

You chuckle because you know. You just know and he reaches for the faucet turning it on all the way while he steps back a little to take off his clothes. It was always such a nice sight to stare at him and his beautiful chest and his huge arms as he took his shirt off to carefully place it on the counter. 

“You’re drooling.”

He chuckles when he catches your stare and you roll your eyes. 

“I am perfectly dry.”

“For now. Sit still, daddy’s gonna wash you now.” 

Sam carefully took the loofah and the soap and delicately with small gestures and movements started washing and lathering your body. Starting from your hands to your legs, to your ass where he spends an insane amount of time rubbing circles and squeezing them till he drags his hand to the front. 

“Are you a dirty girl?” 

He whispers hot against your ear, letting his fingers roam free on your pussy. The heat that had built up inside your body was insane. 

“Sam, for fuck’s shake, don’t tease me.”

“I ain't teasing. I just wanna wash your pretty body. Don’t get any naughty ideas.” Your chuckle turns into a moan as he pushes his dexter inside. 

“Damn, you’re dirty. Daddy likes his baby clean.” 

“Sam…”

“Shh, shh, relax. Daddy’s got you.”

His finger leaves you, his hands roaming to your breasts now. He rolls your nipples inside his fingers as the water is washing the soap off your body. By now you can feel his erection getting stronger against your back but you also know that he can go for a long time. Sam doesn’t mind. 

He wraps one hand around your breasts, water falling on both of you, his other hand traveling down to your ass. Squeezing it twice and thrice before reaching for your pussy. Your body arches naturally for him, you need his touch, you crave it. And he touches you, rubbing his palm over your lips feeling your neediness. 

“Tell me, baby. How dirty are you?”

“Very. I’m a dirty girl, daddy, please!” 

He chuckles deeply as he slaps you hard and then he lets you go.

“I gotta wash you first. Be patient.”

You comply and take a deep breath as Sam begins a complete assault on your body, tracing skin over skin, touching you almost everywhere, and then gently washing your hair. Heat and unique neediness have overtaken your body and all you can do is look at him and wait patiently. 

“Daddy’s got you.”

Oh, he had you indeed. By the time he was done with you, the sun had set. You were truly his hobby.

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[jemgirl86]

The thing is, I’d take so many more of these What If s2 complaints seriously if people made them without mentioning Peggy… or Stucky… or Peggy and Stucky… or if 90% of the people complaining the loudest had ever mentioned a lack of Sam Wilson before.

You know, like when Ant-Man magically had a best seller and money, but Sam couldn’t even get a loan, and even though Sam brought Scott into the fold, Scott mentioned Steve instead of Sam in Ant-Man 3.

Or when we didn’t get a Sam mention when Clint took his kids to see Rogers: The Musical.

Or when Kamala went to a superhero con and we saw no Sam merch.

Or when She-Hulk literally name dropped his brother and they couldn’t be bothered to add a five second “that’s the new Captain America’s brother!”

Or the shield being added to the Statue of Liberty in NWH and the writers not taking the time to add a thirty second line of, “Sam Wilson just got the shield back not that long ago. And after what happened, this doesn’t seem like such a great idea” spoken very dryly by MJ.

I could go on and on… But where were all these folks when all that was happening? When Sam wasn’t appearing in ANYTHING??? When we were all trading asks and posts about him not even being name dropped? Y’all wasn’t with us shootin’ in the gym! lol

Look, I know this is my umpteenth post saying the same damn thing lol, but as long as I go to Sam’s tag and see rants that barely mention him by name, but definitely mention Stucky, or better yet, mention how upset they are about a forced hetero ship, I’m going to grind my teeth and keep complaining, because yeah, some folks really are pissed about Sam being overlooked yet again, but most of y’all are just mad ‘cause Peggy showed up in a red dress in 2011 and Steve liked it lol, and then she kept showing up… and he kept liking it.

And look, I just want everyone to be clear that if Peggy wasn’t in s2 of What If at all, and we had an episode that was just Sam and Steve interacting, that same 90% of people who are in Sam’s tag everyday being mad about Peggy and Captain Carter and forced heterosexual relationships and whatever the fuck else, would be just as mad about Sam’s ass.

Peggy is like velcro right now lol, catching everything they dish out, all the hell, all the hate, but the second she’s not there, it’s all gonna fall back to Sam. Baby, the North definitely remembers 🤷🏾‍♀️ The worst thing Mackie ever did in some folks’ eyes was have chemistry with Evans and Stan - more chemistry with each of them than they ever had with each other - on screen and on press tours. A very large and very vocal portion of the MCU fandom never forgave him for it, but really, they never forgave the Sam character for it. So, I’m sorry, but I’m not about to pretend that a bunch of Stucky shippers suddenly care that Sam isn’t getting to be Cap on screen and show up in projects with Steve lmaooo, especially when some of them don’t even say his name in their rants

#sam wilson #captain america #i got stickies role playing on my posts #getting in character #going full method #putting on their clown makeup #just to come HATE on posts #but i’m supposed to think this is the party of Captain America Sam Wilson all of a sudden #mannnn 😭😭😭 gtfoh 😂

[cevansbrat0007]

hi!! do u know if ur still gonna write the fic where reader and her friend get spanked together?

Good Girls & Little White Lies: Dubai

Summary: You and Mya are tired of being cooped up in the Avengers Compound, so you plan a quick trip while your boys are away on a mission. They'll never find out... Steve Rogers x Black!Reader Sam Wilson x WOC!OFC

*Warnings: Slightly Bratty Reader, Slightly Bratty OFC, Name Calling, Angry Avengers, Cursing, Spanking, Punishments (mentioned), Ridiculousness for no real reason,  Minors DNI

A/N: Not super proofread. All mistakes are my own.

The first time the thought of escape crossed your mind was three weeks into your newfound captivity at the Avengers Compound when Peter had asked you and your best friend, Mya, why you two “always seemed so on edge” on Thursday nights. You two had shared a glance as you picked at your respective Lamb Curry and Chicken Tikka Masala, unsure of how you were supposed to answer that one without admitting the new lifestyle you now led, courtesy of Captain America and Falcon.

Why weren’t you ladies a fan of Thursdays? Simple. Thursdays with your men meant that it was Maintenance Night, which also meant that spankings were in your future. The awful thing about maintenance spankings was that it didn’t matter how good you’d been over the course of the week. Oh no. No matter how well behaved you were, you still had a hand or a belt or, worst of all, a paddle, in your future. And it hurt.

“Oh do we? That’s weird. Probably because the same show we watch comes on tonight or something.” She shrugs and goes back to grazing on her Masala. You take a bite of your shared garlic naan. 

Peter shrugs and walks away. Thank you, bestie.

“I’m going to burn that fucking paddle.” Mya murmurs. 

“Do you really think that’s a good idea, honey?” You respond as you dip your naan in the gravy of your curry. “That might just make things worse.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N, but have you ever been spanked by a very determined and very thorough Sam Wilson?” She jabs her fork into an innocent piece of chicken. 

“Can’t say I have, Mya. But my boyfriend happens to be a physically enhanced super soldier. He spanks me well and often. I can tell you that it hurts.” You grace her with a pointed look. It wouldn’t do either of you any good to fight about this. No matter how you shook it, this shit sucked. 

“You’re right. I’m sorry. I just can’t keep living like this. It’s like, no matter how good I behave, here comes a motherfucking spanking.” 

You nod at her words. “I understand. This is not…ideal. The bastards are lucky we love them, because this shit is for the birds.”

Steve and Sam pick that moment to walk into the kitchenette.

“Good evening, ladies.” Sam rumbles. “Mya, are you almost done with dinner? It’s nearly time for our…conversation.” He strokes a large hand through her hair.

“How’s your food, Y/N?” Steve asks before stealing your fork to take a bite. “Mmm. Tastes good, baby. But speaking of conversations…” He pins you with a knowing look. “C’mon now. You’ll have leftovers for tomorrow.”

“Can’t we just skip tonight, please? I don’t want to…”

“Yeah, what she said.” Mya whines. 

“That’s enough out of you two.” Sam growls. “Mya, you have ten minutes to finish and clean up before I come back and get you.” He leans down to peck her lips. 

Steve’s hand goes to the back of your neck, giving it a light squeeze. “Same goes for you, baby. See you in ten.”

They leave the room, leaving you and Mya to look at each other. “Alright, Mya.” You manage to grit out. “They leave to go on a mission in a couple of days. When they do, we’re going to burn those paddles and take a fucking trip out of this damned country. We can be there and gone before they even get back. They’ll never know, and it will keep me from murdering Steve Rogers in is sleep.”

“I’m down.” She lowers her voice. “Where do you want to go?”

You giggle softly. “Remember that one time we went to Dubai and how much fun we had? Let’s do that again.”

“Fuck yeah.”

—

Somehow, you both survive your punishments. And then, the moment you see your boys off for their mission, you get to work.

Paddles? Burnt.

Tickets? Purchased. 

Hotel? Booked.

Natasha and Tony had tried to advise you both against your plans, but you were done. When it was said and done, they had agreed not to say anything. And Stark had even offered you access to his private jet. 

Ticket refund? Accepted. 

And then it was just you and your girl. Three days. In Dubai. We’re talking drinks, dinner, days spent curled up reading books by the beach. Everything had been wonderful. And the best part? You were both able to sit down comfortably without a fucking pillow.

“This was a great idea, baby.” Mya wraps an arm around your neck as you stroll back to your shared hotel room. “Too bad it has to end tomorrow.”

“I know.” You sigh. “This was amazing. I’m so glad you’re my best friend, Mya. I love you.”

“Aww. I love you too. I would not be able to make it through this life without you, Y/N. Especially not with these men. Why do we love them?”

“Dunno.” You grumble. “Maybe because they’re cute and they’ve helped save the world a couple times? I’m just spitballing here.” You toss a wink in her direction as you go to open your door, only to be stopped dead in your tracks when you see Steve and Sam…

Sitting on your respective beds. You don’t have to look at Mya to know that she just about shit her pants. Fuck!

“Hello, girls.” Steve says. “Gotta say, tracking you two down was fun. We’re here to take you home.” 

“We sure are. We’ve already got your stuff packed and everything.” Sam growls. “Ready to go?” 

“Oh, but Sam. I think we need to take care of something before we get our girls on the jet, don’t we?”

“Yes, we do. Come on in, ladies. Unless you two want an audience.” You and Mya both shake your heads and attempt to back out of the room. 

“Don’t you do it.” Steve snarls. “Don’t you dare even think about it.” You and Mya share a glance and then take off in opposite directions. She goes left, you go right.

“Goddamnit!” Sam snarls. “Get back here!”

You hear your bestie squeal when Sam manages to capture her before hauling her limp body back to the room. Steve is on you seconds later. He picks you up around your waist as he drags you back to your room as well. How did they even have a key? That had to be some kind of violation on a number of levels.     

Just that quick, the four of you are back inside. And you watch in slow motion horror as Sam lowers your best friend facedown over his lap. Oh no. This couldn’t be happening. You watch as she struggles, prompting Sam to throw one thickly muscled leg over her much smaller thighs.

And then you realize Steve is doing the same thing. “Wait, baby…no. Don’t do this. I’ll get on the jet with you. We - we both will. Please don’t do this.” 

"Yes we will!" Mya yells.

“Quiet!” Both men bark at the same time. 

“You two want to act up at the same time, you get punished at the same time. You need to learn.” Sam grunts. 

“Thanks for your input, Daffy. Gotta tell you, I cannot wait until it’s duck hunting season. I swear to god I’ll - oww!” Steve smacks your ass hard before raising the skirt of your dress to deliver another resounding smack. “Oww!”

“What have I told you about insulting Sam?” He smacks your ass again. “Apologize, now!” Another smack.

“No. He’s annoying.” You whimper. Smack! Smack!

“I’m sorry. But please note that I’m only apologizing under duress.”

“I’ll take what I can get.” He mumbles as he lays a series of hard swats on Mya’s exposed butt. “Sammy, stop! It hurts!” You watch out of the corner of your eye as she tries to surge out of his lap. 

“Good. Spankings should hurt. Ah ah, don’t you even think about putting your hand back here, little girl.” You can hear her crying now. You’re not too far behind.

You on the other hand were struggling in Steve’s lap. “Keep still, Y/N. We’re going to finish this spanking and then you’re going into the corner to think about your actions while I make sure I’ve grabbed all of your things, you naughty little brat.” Smack! Smack! Smack!

“Steve, please, baby!” You wail as your boyfriend hits a particularly sensitive spot.  You could not believe your bare ass was out in front of your friend like this. This right here was fucking embarassing. You wince when you hear Mya cry out.

“Don’t you hit her that hard, you brute.” You hiss at Sam.

“Quiet, Y/N. Don’t make me roast this ass even more than I’m already about to.”

END

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[positivelybeastly]

What would the avengers think if they saw x-force beast?

"They would think, 'hm, Beast is looking as blue as ever,' and continue on their merry way. I wouldn't be a very good director of an intelligence agency if I just left my dirty laundry on the washing line where everyone could see it, now, would I?"

"'Ah, but Beast,' you might be thinking, 'what if one of your cohort decides to tattle on you? What if Marvel Girl or Wolverine decide to start talking?'"

"How does that conversation go again? No, please, tell me. I'd be delighted to imagine them trying to tip toe around the fact that they were morally outraged at what they know I've put into motion to keep Krakoa safe - but not outraged enough to actually stop me. A telekinetic hold here, a punch to the gut there, oh, how impressive, how masculine, how very girlboss, as your trite slang goes."

"But it didn't change anything, did it? They still turned up to the Pointe. They still accepted their mission briefings. They still went out into the field, and accepted my orders. They can spite me all they like, they can bitch and moan and complain and disobey my direct orders, but at the end of the day, I am still the Director, and they are nothing but an employee with an axe to grind."

"'Well, you see, Captain America, Beast killed the entirety of Terra Verde, and I've really got my knickers in a twist about it.' 'Stars and stripes, Wolverine, how do you know that?' 'I've known he did it for months now and didn't tell anyone because it achieved long term stability for my fledgling mutant nation that I didn't want to endanger. The only reason I'm telling you now is because he did something that affects me.'"

"Somehow, I think not. My secrets are safe."

Well, yeah, this is one of those things where it depends on how much the Avengers actually know, and I'm kind of inclined to believe they don't know much outside of rumours. Reed Richards makes mention of having heard that Beast is doing weird, fucked up shit with genetics when he meets Rasputin IV, but he clearly doesn't know the full extent of what he's done or he'd, you know. Do something about it.

At least, I fucking hope he would, he's meant to be a goddamn fucking superhero, isn't he?

But if they knew? Well, for simplicity's sake, let's take the core Avengers team at the moment. Captain Marvel, Captain America (Sam Wilson), Thor, Black Panther, Iron Man, Scarlet Witch, and the Vision.

Beast has been on an Avengers team with literally every single one of these people at some point in their lives, though, iirc, T'Challa was the Illuminati - he and Hank were on the team at the same time for a bit around the #160s mark, but BP wasn't on the mainline Avengers much during that period from what I recall.

Even Tony and T'Challa, who know that Hank has the capability to conceptualise weapons of mass destruction and untold devastation, would not be prepared for X-Force Beast.

This is the Beast they know.

Meanwhile, X-Force Beast would yank that detonator out of Reed's hands, set it off, and not so much as blink. That is fundamentally not the same person.

First reaction? That's not Beast. That's mind control, or a brain parasite, or a clone, or Dark Beast, again. There's no way. There's LITERALLY no way that they buy it at first. No fucking way do they believe that's the same man who was hanging out with Simon, getting tanked and being homoerotic with.

But once it's established that this is actually Beast, I think they'd just be horrified. They would be devastated. This would be an incredible betrayal, especially for Wanda, Carol and Vizh, who Hank used to have a fairly strong relationship with - fucking, Hank helped Vision wash dishes after inviting him into their quant suburban New Jersey home when they were married to Wanda, I think Vision might well be the one who finds it hardest to understand.

It's a little understated, but Hank has a 'you annoy the living fuck out of me,' 'ah, but I do it so well!' friendship with Vision in those classic issues of Avengers, which is kind of hilarious because of how well he gets on with Simon but not the synthezoid who shares their brainwaves, go figure. And especially once you understand that the Vision absolutely does feel, just in that Vulcan way where they feel so much they have to suppress it and act as if they don't feel at all, I honestly think they might be the most indignant.

The Vision was created by Ultron for destruction, and they rose above it. Hank had a loving family, plenty of chances, and this is what he's become? They'd be furious, I think. I don't know if they'd be furious enough to actually try and kill him, but especially if it's established how dangerous and how bloodthirsty and cruel Beast is, on a whim, it'd be . . . hard to resist.

I do think that in the end, they'd bring him in alive, try and get him brought to justice. This is the kind of thing that, even if Krakoa weren't bombed to fuck right now, they'd dig their heels in and be like, no, you fucking answer for this, because this is personal. This is a betrayal of the team going back years. What the hell happened?

A smart writer would mirror this moment.

Maybe with Jarvis or Carol, instead of Simon - Simon's reaction to this, to find out what happened, has to be its own separate issue, honestly - but it'd be a fun callback, for people who know their Avengers history.

Man, Jarvis . . . fuck. That one would hit. That one would be a fucking train to the face in terms of how it'd hit. How did Hank go from curing Jarvis from a disease in Avengers #650 something, to killing a country just half a year later? I feel like they would just be desolated, like a part of their heart just got carved out and stamped on, because this team loves Hank.

But then again, I was told the same thing about the X-Men, and they've been treating him like goddamn shit on their shoe for years, so who knows, maybe they'd be just as blasé as the X-Men have been about it all.

#vinial453 #verse: each of us is a nest of lies #outofmuffins

[star-trekkin-across-theuniverse]

Five Minute Ficlet

The sound of the heart monitor was steady and regular, and you craned your neck to check on it even though you knew it was completely normal. You were in an awkward position in the medical bay, with the monitor above your head and behind you a little. Your leg was elevated and trying to see what any of the readings on the monitor were was frustrating you completely.

You pulled the pulse oximeter off your finger to trigger the alarm and bring someone in. You knew the sounds of the medical unit well enough to know there were no emergencies you’d be interrupting, but you also knew there were more injured bound to be coming in, and the sooner they got you treated and on your feet, the quicker you could help with the other casualties.

“I know you’re just doing this to be difficult -” Cassie, a young nurse opened the curtain to come in, quickly assessed the situation and shook her head. “Put the damn pulse ox back on.”

“Everything is fine, I just need some stitches in my leg and I can free up a bed and help out,” you retorted. She shook her head.

“Your BP is still ridiculously high, and there’s some kind of infection already setting in. You’ve got a fever starting,” she replied. “We’re working on a culture, just to make sure it wasn’t a toxin added to the weapon. You need to chill out and accept that you’re a patient right now.”

“The knife was filthy, it’s nothing a little cefixime won’t cure. Gimme a shot, get me sewn up, and I’ll be out of your hair,” you argued.

“Helen was right. Nurses are the worst patients,” Cassie laughed. “Settle down or I’ll sedate you.”

“I hate this shit,” you grumbled. “At least move the monitor so I can see it?” You asked. Cassie rolled her eyes but complied. Sure enough, she was right. Your blood pressure was rising, and with it, your temperature. You flopped back on the gurney and sighed heavily.

“Never been injured before, have you?” A low voice came from the curtain beside you. You glared at the curtain.

“I’m a nurse, not a fucking superhero,” you snapped. The pain in your leg was destroying your patience.

“Some people might argue that,” he chuckled.

“The nurse part or the superhero part?” You asked. “Sorry. I don’t do sidelined well, I’m not meaning to be so snippy.”

“Sweetheart, every nurse I’ve ever met was some kind of hero.” His voice was kind, and you didn’t recognize it. “And every single one got cranky when they were the patient.”

“I wasn’t exactly expecting to get stabbed when I came in to work today,” you admitted. The wound was burning and little shocks were shooting out from it on occasion.

“Who does?” There was amusement in his tone and you caught the hint of Brooklyn in his accent. “It’s little more my line of work.”

“You’re a soldier?” You asked, and immediately felt stupid. Of course he was. Ninety-nine percent of the men on the base were soldiers. There were a very scant few consultants, and a few days earlier a group of superheroes showed up, including the new Captain America, Sam Wilson, and the rest of his team. You thought you’d also caught a glimpse of Bucky Barnes, but weren’t sure.

“Not for a while,” he admitted. “I’m here supporting Wilson. Truth be told, I feel like you being stabbed is our fault. We brought the fight on base.”

“Supporting like you’re the tech guy, or supporting like you’re Mr. Tall, Dark and Brooding?” Maybe it was a toxin in your leg because you wouldn’t normally talk like that. You laid back and forced your breathing to slow.

“Tall, Dark and Brooding?” He choked out. 

“Yeah, I thought I saw Barnes arrive with Wilson. Can’t be sure, but he looked hot enough that it might be him.” You slapped your hands over your mouth in surprise. There was another chuckle from the other side of the curtain.

“I’ve heard a lot of things about the Winter Soldier, but I’ve never heard him called hot.” 

“Are you kidding? The man is the definition of the word. He’s the only person Avengers or Avengers-adjacent that I would even consider,” you blurted. And immediately regretted it, but found yourself unable to stop.

“That so?”

You cringed and said nothing, forcing yourself to listen to the rhythmic beep of your pulse for a while.

“You okay over there, sweetheart?” His voice broke through your silent contemplation.

“Yeah, just trying to make myself invisible,” you admitted. 

“Nothing to be embarrassed about.” You could tell he was smiling, whoever he was. The curiosity got the better of you. Rolling onto your side, you pulled open the curtain to reveal the man in the gurney beside you. Just ask quickly, you let it drop closed and rolled onto your back, pulling a pillow over your face.

“Oh fuck,” you groaned. 

“If it makes you feel better, I only got a glimpse, but you’re easy on the eyes too,” he said. “And I’d say you’re the only medical or medical-adjacent person I would consider.”

“Well, maybe when I’m not leaking blood and brewing some sort of infection, we can continue this conversation,” you said. He laughed. You were so lost in your embarrassment that you didn’t notice the decreasing intervals between the beeps of the heart rate monitor indicating that your heart was racing. “It’d be ni-”

“Nurse! Nurse! She’s flatlining!” you heard as you lost consciousness.