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Kinda Like You

from the New Kid series

Summary: Natasha and New Kid find they have much more in common than they originally believed.

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Pairing: Natasha x little!Reader - Wanda x little!Reader - Wandanat x little!Reader(platonic) - Steve Rogers x Reader(platonic) - WandaNat - Wanda x Natasha

Warnings: mentions of child abuse, neglect, abandonment, tough love from Steve, misguided frustrations

A/N: Who wants to learn more about New Kid's past? Well, that's what we're doing today! This chapter is very dialogue heavy, but they are information sharing so enjoy!

“Pick your battles New Kid,” Steve calls from the side of the mat.

Y/n and Peter have been sparring for the past twenty minutes under the watchful eyes of Captain America while a few others filtered in and out. Currently, Natasha and Tony stand nearby, observing quietly as the 12 and 15 year old fight.

Y/n struggles to break out of the hold that Peter has caught her in.

“Tap out, Y/n. If you had followed through with your swing, he wouldn’t have caught you in the first place,” Steve chastises, “yield and reset.”

With a huff, Y/n taps Peter’s arm, and he releases her. The pair turn to face each other and go again.

The girl lunges for Peter. He is able to quickly dodge the attack and circle her. Before she can react, he has her in another hold. She does her best, but knows she is unable to break free. With a glance to the side, she spots Natasha and Tony whispering to each other. Skepticism clear in their faces.

Y/n sighs and taps out again.

“You always have to be thinking about the next move,” Steve walks onto the mat, “expect he will dodge, be prepared and plan for it.” He looks at Peter and nods his head to the side of the mat. The teen walks off, leaving the super soldier and New Kid in the center of the mat. “Reset.”

The girl prepares to fight her instructor, taking a deep breath to focus before the fight.

Steve attacks first, swinging for Y/n’s shoulder. The girl ducks below his arm. As he steps through the swing, she circles him and lands a kick to his back. She reaches for his arm to twist it behind his back, but he turns. With a swipe of his leg, New Kid’s back hits the mat roughly. She grimaces at the pain coursing through her.

“Always watch your feet.”

Suddenly, a scoff can be heard from the other side of the room.

Y/n turns to see Natasha’s stern look and pursed lips. They lock eyes for only a moment before the red head shakes her head and turns to the door. Steve helps the girl to her feet, and she continues to watch the widow leave the gym.

Natasha hates her. She has to. Y/n’s sure of it. Every time the widow watches her train ends this way, with a look of disapproval and a fast exit.

Actually, that is how many of their interactions end.

Natasha walks in while 12-year-old Y/n is learning mission tactics, she exits quickly.

The widow is dismantling a sniper when New Kid is given a tour of the weaponry. She can’t be more than 10. Natasha doesn’t even spare her a glance as she finishes her task.

She passes her in the gun range, she clenches her jaw and leaves silently with a full magazine.

It seems the only time Natasha can stand to be in the same room as New Kid is at mealtimes.

Y/n watches as the gym doors slide closed behind the retreating red head. She wonders what she did to make the woman hate her so and if there was anything she could do to fix it.

Suddenly an arm is entering her vision rapidly. She ducks just in time to miss Steve’s swing.

“Never take your eyes off your opponent.”

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Wanda trails kisses from Natasha’s shoulder to her neck.

“Hey,” the widow chuckles and pulls away slightly, “I am trying to watch the movie.”

The two have been curled up in Wanda’s bed watching movies all day. They’ve been together for over a year, and they’ve learned to savor the little moments they are able to hide from the rest of the world.

Wanda pauses her kisses briefly, “oh come on, you’ve seen this movie a hundred times.”

“Then why did you pick it?” she asks incredulously.

“Because you’ve seen it a hundred times,” the cheeky Sokovian responds leaning up to press her lips to the Russian’s. This time, Natasha doesn’t pull away. She deepens the kiss as the movie goes forgotten.

They lay there, kissing gently, just happy to be in each other’s arms.

…..then there’s a knock on the door.

“Ignore it,” Natasha says quickly before continuing the kiss.

Wanda shakes her head and pulls away, “I can’t. It’s Y/n; she needs something.”

The widow furrows her brows, “how do you know?”

“Her little thoughts are very loud,” the witch smiles, “I can hear them whether I’m trying to or not.”

Wanda rolls out of the bed, and Natasha groans. She pauses the movie, while the younger woman opens the door to greet little Y/n.

From the hallway, Y/n looks up to Wanda with a small smile.

The witch crinkles her nose with a grin and lowers herself to be closer to eyelevel with the girl. “Why hello, sweet girl! To what do I owe this pleasure?” She ends the question with a gentle boop on the girl’s nose.

“Can you help me put this on?” Y/n asks quietly, holding a dress out to display, “I can’t reach the buttons.” She looks down sadly, trying to hide her gaze from the witch.

Wanda quickly lifts the girl’s chin, so she is looking at her again, “hey, it’s always ok to ask for help, mala(little one). I’d love to help you.”

She stands and opens the door further for Y/n to enter. They only make it three steps into the room before the girl spots Natasha sitting on the bed.

Y/n stands still under Natasha’s gaze. Obviously, she has interrupted something. She shouldn’t be here. She can’t ask for help in front of Natasha. Not when it is very clear that the assassin already doesn’t like her. She is overcome with a large wave of nervousness.

From the bed, Natasha watches Wanda welcome New Kid into the room. The sight of her hits the widow like a truck. It’s the youngest Natasha has ever seen Y/n drop.

Natasha smiles to the girl, “Hey New Kid.”

“Hi,” Y/n shifts on her feet uncomfortably, then looks up to Wanda.

The Sokovian smiles and ushers her to her connected bathroom. “Here,” she takes the child’s hand, “lets go in here to get you changed.”

The two of them slip into the bathroom leaving Natasha alone in the bedroom while Wanda helps Y/n change out of her current clothes and into the dress.

All alone, Natasha tries to think of why seeing Y/n had such an impact on her.

The girl looked to be about 6, definitely the youngest Natasha has ever seen her drop. After a minute of thinking it suddenly makes sense.

She reminds her of Yelena.

The bathroom door opens. The pair reenter the room and sure enough, Y/n looks about (if not exactly) the same age as her sister was right before they left Ohio.

The nostalgia brings a lump to Natasha’s throat. She’s able to fight it back, but that proved difficult. When she looks at the girl in front of her, all she can see is her sister. The sister she never saw again.

“Wow! I love your dress!” the redhead beams, “where’d you get a dress that pretty?”

Y/n stands shyly with her folded clothes in her arms, “Clint gave it to me.” Quickly, the little girl thanks Wanda and makes an escape from the room and the gaze of Natasha.

She’s gone before either of them can say anything.

“What happened?” Natasha asks.

Wanda can only shrug.

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“You should go ask Y/n if she wants to watch with us,” Wanda says from her spot on the couch.

Team movie night would be starting in about 30 minutes. Wanda always liked to be the first one there, so she could claim the “cuddliest couch” before anyone else. It also heightens her chances of being first to pick the movie.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Natasha looks at her girlfriend skeptically, “the movies we typically watch aren’t exactly age appropriate. We don’t want to give the kid nightmares.”

Wanda swipes the remote off the coffee table and smirks, “that’s why I will be picking the first movie. Besides, she’s not that little right now. Her thoughts aren’t loud enough.”

The widow sighs, “Why don’t you go get her? I’ll save your seat. She’ll most likely say yes to you. She’s scared of me.”

“She’s not scared of you-“

“We both saw how she was yesterday,” Natasha states, “she froze when I said hello. She’s terrified of me.”

Wanda reaches for her girlfriend’s hand, “she’s just timid and unsure. Once she warms up to you, you’ll see. She’s the sweetest kid. You just got to coax her out of her shell.” She kisses Natasha’s hand before pointing to the door.

“Go, it’ll be good for both of you.”

Natasha makes her way down the hallway until she reaches Y/n’s door. She knocks, but never gets a reply. After a minute, she knocks again, but still hears nothing.

She presses her ear to the door. A sniffle and a whimper float through the air. The widow pushes open the door and taps lightly, “Y/n?” She calls softly not to scare the girl. “You alright?” She pauses to wait for a response. “I’m coming in, ok?”

Natasha takes a cautious step into the room, and she has to pause for a second.

Aside from the array of clothing Clint had given the girl, there is no sign that a child lives in this room. Maybe Y/n prefers it, but it just reminds Natasha of how she grew up in a place where she was punished for being a kid. Every child should have at least some toys, even one who turns back into an adult.

Natasha follows the sniffles that lead her to the bathroom door. “I can hear you crying. Is there something wrong?”

“Something I could help you with?” Natasha taps on the closed door, and it gives under the pressure.

The door slowly swings open and reveals Y/n standing in front of the mirror with red eyes and a brush in her hand. Her hair is tangled into a large mat near the back of her head. The look on Y/n’s face is all Natasha needs to know the poor thing has been trying to brush it out for who knows how long.

The girl sniffles, “I took a nap, and it was like this when I woke up.” Her lip quivers, “it won’t come out.”

The older woman smiles lightly, “may I?” She holds out her hand for the brush. The girl sighs defeatedly and relinquishes the brush. Natasha places her hands on the girl’s shoulders and squeezes comfortingly. She smiles to Y/n through the mirror and begins to silently brush her hair.

Its quiet again. The only sound passing between them is the brush gently dragging through Y/n’s hair.

Y/n looks into the mirror, watching the older woman intently. She feels small, smaller than she is now. Maybe it’s the widow’s intent focus on her hair or her gentle touch or the complete contrast to the woman’s previous demeanor around her, but whatever it is makes Y/n have to fight the urge to drop younger.

She was 7 when she took her nap, and 13 when she woke up in this dilemma. With how she’s feeling right now, there is no way she would be able to pick how small she dropped. So she just fights it until it fades.

Natasha’s soft touch is comforting her more and more with every pass of the brush. It soothes Y/n enough that she can break the silence.

“Why are you helping me?”

The older woman briefly connects eyes with Y/n through the mirror. She smiles and looks back to her work, “because we’re teammates. Teammates help each other.”

The girl chews on her lip, “but you don’t like me.”

Natasha comes to a complete halt, and she looks to Y/n again. Her face is mixed with confusion and concern, “that’s not true, myshka(little mouse). Why do you think that?” She places her hands on the girl’s shoulders in a way she hopes in comforting.

It does comfort Y/n some, but she still feels nervous to answer her. She knows she will have to eventually, so she might as well get it over with. “You don’t want me to be here. You’re always mad to see me.”

Natasha’s face floods with more confusion.

“You always leave whenever I’m around, like when I’m training, and I lose or when you see me in my lessons, especially weapons you get mad….” Y/n pauses looking up to Natasha with big doe eyes, “did I do something wrong?”

“No,” the widow quickly answers, “no myshka(little mouse), you haven’t done anything wrong.”

“Then why do you hate being around me?”

Natasha sighs and continues brushing out the tangles in Y/n’s hair. She understands why the little girl thinks what she thinks, and she knows why she is wrong. The misunderstanding is entirely her fault. She’s just not sure how to explain it to the girl.

She takes a deep breath to center her thoughts, “I don’t hate being around you. Sometimes I just get upset because you just remind me of my past.” She smiles sadly to the girl through the mirror. “I don’t know how much they’ve told you about me, but I grew up in a place that was not very good.”

“The Red Room,” Y/n states.

Natasha nods, “yes, that’s right. The Red Room was a very bad place. They took little girls from their families and trained them to be killers. They made us learn how to fight, how to follow someone, how to shoot, how to do all of it without being seen…. They even… they made us…they made us fight and kill each other.”

Once the widow is sure there are no more tangles in the girl’s hair, she parts it down the middle and begins braiding to keep her hands busy as she continues.

“I left that place because it turned little girls into weapons. I wanted to join a team that was actually trying to do good. Then I see cute little you training just like we did in the Red Room. The reason I get upset is because it makes me think that we’re no better than them.”

Natasha smiles into the mirror catching little eyes with her own, “that’s why I acted that way. It’s not your fault, myshka(little mouse). I’m so sorry I made you feel like it was or that I didn’t want you here.” She continues her braiding, “I think you’re gonna be good member of this team, once we get you ready.”

Y/n watches Natasha intently while she thinks of what to say, “you and me are kinda the same.”

Though she doesn’t look up from her braiding, the older woman is intrigued by the girl’s comment, “what do you mean?”

“I came from a bad place too,” Y/n explains, “now I’m here, so I can help people.”

“Where are you from?”

“Upstate,” the girl answers matter of factly. She’s not sure how much of her story she should tell. She trusts Natasha, especially after she just spoke of her own childhood. On the other hand, no one knows about how the girl grew up, not even Fury.

Natasha hums, asking Y/n to continue.

“I was engineered,” the girl says as if she is saying ‘the sky is blue’.

The widow freezes, looking up to the girl in shock, “what?”

Y/n suddenly feels small again, but still she continues, “I was engineered in a test tube. Then I was transferred to an artificial womb until I was developed enough to live on my own.”

She twiddles her thumbs, unable to look up at the widow, “They were trying to make a shape shifter like you all thought I was. They tried to alter my DNA, but whatever they did, I think they did it too late. I already had too many cells with my normal DNA. I think that’s why I can only go back. All of me can shift except the cells that came from the ones from my conception.”

Hearing Y/n speak so maturely when she appears barely 13 throws Natasha for a bit. She has to remind herself that Y/n still has an adult brain in there.

“They kept me in their lab,” Y/n continues, “they would do these experiments on me. They would hurt sometimes, a lot of times. They kept trying to figure out where they went wrong. They were trying to fix me.”

Natasha clenches her jaw. She feels a rage she hasn’t felt in a very long time, and she makes a promise to herself that she will never let anyone harm this girl again.

The girl can sense the anger in the older woman, and it has her shrinking in on herself. “Are you mad?”

“Very.”

A breath catches in Y/n’s throat, and Natasha’s thoughts are pulled out of her anger to take in the girl in front of her. The fearful look has returned to Y/n’s face again. The widow kicks herself mentally.

“but not at you,” she reaches a hand out to pick up the girl’s chin, “myshka(little mouse), look at me please. I’m not mad at you. I promise.” She waits quietly until Y/n nods. Natasha smiles warmly, “Good girl. Now, I need you to tell me who had you? What agency?”

Y/n shakes her head, “there wasn’t an agency. It was just my parents… well, the scientists that called themselves my parents.”

“They lived somewhere else, away from the lab. They would go home at night and leave me in the lab.” The girl sighs heavily, “I never left the lab, until I escaped when I was 14. One night after they went home, I broke out of my room. I grabbed as many files about me I could find, and then I left.”

“…and you’ve been on your own since then?”

Y/n nods, “but now I’m here, and you’re gonna teach me how to help people right?” This time Natasha is the one to nod. The girl smiles, “then this much better than the Red Room, and you all are much better than my parents.”

Her words bloom a sense of calmness in Natasha’s chest. She’s just about done with the second braid.

“You know you’re lucky,” the older woman plays with the baby hairs at the base of the girl’s head. She tickles her there until she gets a giggle, “we may not have had good childhoods, but you get a second chance to be a kid.”

Y/n looks up, entirely enraptured by Natasha’s words.

“Not many of us have that chance.” In this moment, the widow can feel a soft spot in her heart that wasn’t there before. A spot that now belongs to Y/n, “its ok to be little around us. I know you’re an adult, but its ok to be a kid. We want you here either way. Definitely me, Wanda and Clint, the rest of them team hasn’t quite caught up yet, but they’re on their way, trust me. You don’t have to hide in your room anymore. Ok?”

Y/n nods with a large grin. She has a new understanding of Natasha. She especially can feel the start of a new friendship. Its hard to believe that just a month or so ago she had no one, no friends. Now, she has three and hopefully more to come.

Being caught stealing by the Avengers might just be the best thing that has ever happened before.

“All done,” Natasha says while she wraps a hair tie to the end of the second braid. She lays the braid down the girl’s shoulder, “what do you think?”

Y/n takes in the sight of her two French braid pigtails and smiles widely. She looks up to the widow who sports her signature one French braid, and she smiles even wider. “Hey, I look kinda like you!”

Natasha chuckles, “yeah, you do New Kid.” She rests her hands on the girl’s shoulders, “there’s about to be a movie night in about 5 minutes, would you like to join us?” She steps into the doorway, outstretching a hand for Y/n to take.

The girl happily takes her hand and follows her lead. As they walk through the halls, their hands swing lightly in between them.

"If you'd like," Natasha proposes, "I could train with you sometime. I'm a much better fighter than Steve anyway." She playfully nudges the girl's side. "I could teach you how to kick his butt."

Y/n smirks, "I think I'd like that."

"Me too."

When the two of them enter the common area hand in hand, they receive more than a few confused glances from the team, except for Wanda who just looks ecstatic. They take their seats. Natasha sits on the couch with Wanda, and New Kid claims the chair nearby.

As the widow settles into her girlfriend’s side, she whispers in Wanda’s ear, “you were right.”

The witch gives her a quizzical look.

“She really is the sweetest kid.”

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A few days later, and New Kid is already doing better. She’s coming out of her room more. She almost always gravitates towards Wanda or Natasha, which is fine by them. Each little interaction with a team member outside of training is making her feel a tiny bit more comfortable around the compound.

It’s not all that much, but a little progress is still progress.

One morning, Y/n opens her door to go to breakfast and nearly steps on a teddy bear sitting in the hallway. The sight of the toy has her itching to drop, but she’s dropped enough recently to control it. She remains her true age as she picks up the bear. Attached to the toy is a note with her name on it.

She fondly holds the bear tight to her chest as she reads the message.

Y/n, Just a reminder that its ok to be a kid. Its ok to want to do kid things. When I was in the Red Room, I wished I had a teddy bear even though toys were strictly forbidden. I thought you might like one too. Since, I’m kinda like you. -Natasha

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I hope you enjoyed! Let me know what you think down in the comments below. Also, if you have any ideas for what you would want to read, let me know!

As always, thank you so much for reading and for all your support. Much love!

-k

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𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐤 | 18+

Summary: Steve has been away on a mission with the rest of the Avengers for about three weeks. As much as you miss him, this has given you the confidence to be bold. You start teasing him, first with some sexts but then you begin to send pictures. You've even started being bratty to him. You knew he'd be away for longer so it was nice to not have consequences for your actions. That's until Steve comes home earlier than expected and needs to teach you a lesson.

Characters: dom!Steve x bratty sub!fem!reader

Warnings: praise but also degradation but also its praise to yk?, oral (male receiving), fucking the attitude out of the reader, unprotected p in v sex, nipple play, edging, Nicknames (baby, princess, slut, good girl), Hair pulling

A/N: as always, this isn't proofread so forgive me fo any mistakes.

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Steve always had control over you in the sexual aspects of your life. Not that you didn't love it. But ever since he'd been away on an almost month-long mission, you've been getting bold.

You started with sexting. It was always fun and Steve loved it, though he preferred being with you. Then you moved on to pictures, those were definitely a favorite for Steve. You'd send him the pictures in times you knew he'd punish you for later.

Of course, you loved not having consequences for your actions. Steve would be gone for another week or two at least and by then you'd stop all the teasing and brattiness and he'd forgive you.

What you didn't know, was Steve had other plans. He may have told a little white lie when he was coming back from his mission. The truth was, he was already done. He'd just flown in and the team went their separate ways, each to relax and unwind from another stressful mission.

Steve had other plans. Relaxing would come after he fucked that attitude out of you.

You have just sent another picture, this one was of you arched on the bed. You are wearing the lingerie set Steve bought you. It's a gorgeous dark blue with lace.

You didn't even hear the door open, or Steve's footsteps coming towards your shared bedroom.

"Why don't you show me how you took this photo," Steve's voice startles you. You spin around and look at him with a shocked expression. You didn't expect him to be home so soon, especially not today.

The phone in his hand had the picture you just sent, pulled up on the screen. You giggled nervously, Steve towered over you. You definitely regretted having an attitude towards him now.

"I didn't expect you for two more weeks," You say, trying to change the subject. Steve places his phone on the vanity and steps right up to you. You look up at him, a blush covering your cheeks.

"You've been such a good girl lately," Steve starts, his hand caressing your cheek. "Why be a brat now?" He puts his left hand on your waist and pulls you closer to him. "Hm? You wanted my attention, didn't you? Well, you have it now baby."

You try to speak but nothing comes out. Steve's hand on your waist is slowly getting lower and his other hand is in your hair. You try to move but he clicks his tongue in disappointment.

"I'll be good now," You whisper, looking at his lips and then at his eyes. He chuckles and pulls your hair, causing your head to be tugged back.

"No. Bad girls deserve punishment, don't they?" Steve presses his lips against your neck, his teeth slowly scraping against your skin before placing soft kisses down. He kisses up your chin till he reaches your lips.

"I think I have a few punishments in mind." You push your head forward, trying to kiss Steve. He pulls your hair more, it doesn't hurt but you know he's doing it to stop you.

You could already feel the wetness in your panties. Steve knew exactly how to turn you on and you found yourself slightly excited for what he had in store for you.

Steve pushes you onto the bed, your back hits the sheets and before you can even move, he's on top of you. He's kissing down your chest, stopping right at the top of your panties.

He flips you over, your back is facing him and you can feel his warm fingers slide up and down your back. It sends shivers down your spine. Steve smirks, unhooking your bra and slipping off your panties. He turns you back over, stepping back to observe your body.

He's missed you since he's been gone. This was one of the things he missed most, seeing you on the bed naked. You were watching his moves trying to guess what he was going to do to you. It was no secret Steve loved to punish you, but this time you had gone further than any time before. You tested his patience and he was ready to give you what you wanted.

You watch him undress, you can already see his hard cock outlined through his boxers. Once he pulled those off, you could almost see the throbbing of it. He hadn't cum since before he left on that mission. You were in for it now.

"You like what you see?" Steve pulls you off the bed and makes you get on your knees in front of him. He looks down at you, caressing your face and pushing his thumb into your mouth. You instinctively wrap your lips around it and suck on it.

His cock hovers over your face as he pulls his hand away. You don't move, you just look up at him. "You're so pretty when you are on your knees for me."

"It's a shame you are a little slut, now suck." He moves closer and his cock hits your lips. You open up and let it slide into your mouth. You pressed your hands against his thighs as you pushed his full length into your mouth. When it hit the back of your throat, you pulled back and began to mimic those moves over and over.

Steve's hands grabbed the back of your head, pushing it down to the base of his cock and letting you gag on it for a few seconds before pulling back and thrusting forward again. He moans as your warm throat tightens around his cock.

He pulls away, trying not to let himself cum right away. He had a whole night planned for you. "Get on the bed baby."

You listen to him and climb onto the bed, your back on the sheets once again. Steve leans over you and starts to kiss your chest, focusing on your nipples. His teeth graze over them and you let out a moan. He smirks as he does it again, this time slightly biting down onto your nipple.

A wave of pleasure goes through your body with every small bite. Your nipples were very sensitive and he knew exactly what to do. He pulls away and kisses his way to your other nipple, his right hand making its way to the nipple he just left.

His hand fondles with your nipple as he focuses on the other. The pleasure course through you, causing you to moan and throw your head back.

He pulls away, taking the pleasure with him. You watch him as he spreads your legs, his lips connect with your skin. He kisses up your leg, stopping at the top of your thighs.

You let a whine escape your lips, frustrated by him continuously stopping. "Steve, what are you doing?" You question, your hands reaching down and running through his hair.

"Teasing you baby, you don't like it too much huh?" Steve smirks, he stands up, and presses his cock against your entrance. He leans down, his body pressed against yours, his cock staying in the same place.

"If you cum, you'll be punished," he whispers in your ear, thrusting into you. He stays inside of you like that, letting you adjust.

Now you knew what he was doing, he was edging you. You couldn't cum unless he said so and you knew the punishments would just make it harder not to.

"Fuck!" you moan out as he starts thrusting into you. His hands go up and down the sides of your body. You press your lips against him and he kisses you roughly. His tongue pushes into your mouth and he moans.

Steve's cock pounds into you harder when he pulls away from the kiss. He presses his hands onto your legs, spreading them wider. He looks down at you, your head is pushed back into the sheets.

He loves how he makes you feel, especially since you are so vocal about it. Your moans echo in the room, you reach up to your chest and pinch your nipples.

Steve groans, watching you as you play with your breasts. He pulls out and flips you over, pulling your ass towards him. He pushes his cock back into your pussy and grabs a handful of your hair.

He pulls your head back, your hair in his hands and you moan making him pound into you faster. He uses his other hand to slap your ass, a reminder of what will happen if you cum.

You can feel the pressure build up in your stomach. You were so close to an orgasm and Steve knew that. He pulls your hair back harder and leans close to your face.

"Don't cum," He warns, kissing your neck and pushing your head into the sheets. Steve thrusts one last hard time and you feel his cum release into you. You grip the sheets, feeling the pressure slowly go away.

"Good girl," Steve kisses down your back, pulling his cock out and watching the cum fall out of your hole.

You turn around and reach down to your clit, your fingers desperately trying to create some pleasure to come back. Steve slaps your hand away, shaking his head and giving you a look.

"No touching yourself." He grabs his boxers, pulls them on, and climbs into bed with you.

"That's not fair," You try to protest. His arms wrap around you to pull you to his chest.

"Being a tease was not fair," he replies, causing you to huff and lay your head on his chest.

"Fine, don't expect any more pictures anytime soon." His hands rub your back and he chuckles.

"Why have pictures when I can fuck the real thing?"

"Fuck you," You joke, giggling at his response.

"You just did sweetheart."

#fanfic #fanfiction #fem reader #captain america #marvel #smut #steve rogers #steve rodgers x reader #steve rogers smut #dom steve rogers #sub reader #marvel smut #viixenvi

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iloveinej · 2 years

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𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 𝐈𝐬 𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

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Steve Rogers x fem!reader

Category: just fluff

Warnings: none.

Summary: (Name) has had a long mission with Steve, and then finally being allowed to sleep, she realized two things. One, the room seemed to be colder than a freezer. Two, it's only one bed.

A\N: I wrote this in the middle of the night, so I hope that it isn't to shaggy. Please write your criticisms in the coments so that i can know how i did.

(I swear to God, finding a good picture on Pinterest for this dude is hell)

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When scalding hot water touched her skin, she declared herself to officially be in heaven. The stale muscles began to slowly soften and the warm water turned dirty of how much grime had been stuck on her body. It was unusual for her to let it get this far without showering, but the mission that she and Steve Rogers had been entrusted had gone completely haywire, ending up postponing their return to the tower by four days.

That was why the shower wasn't her own. It belonged to a small, simple, pallid hotel that Steve had found outside of North Vancouver, Canada. Both her and Steve had agreed to leave for home tomorrow instead since neither of them trusted each other to have the mental strength and stability to drive a car.

(name) knew that some or later she would have to step out of the humid and hot shower, and face the maladroit situation on the other side of the white door. The maladroit situation being the doubled-sized bed that was so efficiently placed on the wall. And a doubled-size bed didn't look so doubled-sized with Captain America laying in it.

Also, the way that the warm water enveloped her raw, chill body comforted her, so naturally she wished to go to sleep in that warmth for the night.

Though it didn't seem like a good plan in case Steve would wake up the next morning to a dead, but warm body in the gray tiled shower. So she turned off the shower and gripped one of the hotel's towels on the other side. Wiping her feat first, she stepped out and began the process of drying herself, brushing her fuzzy-feeling teeth, dressing, and trudging out of the steaming bathroom.

She was unpleasantly taken back when she felt chill air start to creep inside her clothes and realized that it was as cold inside the room as it was outside the old, curtainless window. But it wasn't anything that she could change about it so she only continued to track down in the small, dark hall that the bathroom was connected to. There was a wall that broke the room up in twos, but no door, only a big opening in the wall.

As quietly as possible, she navigated into the sleeping area, where the lights were already of. She saw Steves's suit hanging lazily over a chair with his helmet sitting on the cushion, and she came to remember that her own was thrown on the floor of the bathroom. But the feeling of being too tired to care, and also her toes going numb made her turn to the bed. Only to see Steve already pleasantly asleep with his body covered in the duvets and soft snores coming from his nose.

(Name) didn't have to hold back the adoring smile with Steve already sleeping. She didn't have to obtain the veneer of the profession to hide the love that she held in the most secret place of her heart.

Carefully, she sat down in bed beginning to slip under her part of the duvet.

Her head fell against the headboard, and she let herself bask in the feeling of calm. There was no need to check under the bed for people, no need to search for cameras or hidden windows in the mirror. No anxiety troubled her, making her nauseous and unable to sleep. She was never courageous enough to disturb Steve with her troubles since she was well aware that he needed his rest as much as she did.

But she didn't feel that stress tonight.

She slowly slipped completely under the covers, and let herself get lost in thoughts. It was almost exciting to have such a pretty human being curled up at her side. And it was comforting to know he would always be there to protect her, even if it wasn't because of the romantic love. She hoped that he felt the same comfort with her.

"Goodnight Steve". She whispered, and let her fingertips glide loosely on the side of his face, before closing her own eyes, knowing that Steve was right there with her.

Not knowing about the small shy smile that was present on his face as she let herself fall asleep.

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Cold. That was all she could decipher. Cold, and maybe ice? Her toes surely felt like they'd gone to ice. Never in her life had she been feezing as much as now. She pulled the sheets closer around herself and tried to crawl up into a small ball in an attempt to keep the warmth in and cold out. But her tries were useless and she began to feel jealous of the warmth that Steve was blessed with just because he was a big, strong soldier with super strength.

The big, strong soldier that probably radiated with body heat if you would get close enough.

She felt helpless and therefore decided to test her theory about radiating body heat. Her body was genuinely one millimeter away from ending up on the floor, and her back was against Steve so she had no interpretation of how close he was. But she slowly started to squirm backward, and she didn't get far before she felt two things. One is a faint feeling of warmth. Two, her waist accidentally laying itself over a hand. She froze and held her breath, but Steve seemed to be sleeping as peacefully as he did before. Deciding to take another approach, she turned her body to the other way, making her back face the window instead of Steve. But ended up with her eyes wide open and facing his bare chest.

She dared to look up at his face, and her mouth opened lightly with a breath of air at the angel face that she saw. A dawning realization set itself in the room, a realization that this passion for the captain could become a problem in the future. But not at the moment.

Carefully, she maneuvered his hand closer to his own body so that she could get the space that she needed to wiggle just a little bit closer to the hot man. But to her horror, Steve moved. His head twitched, and then he started to move the arm that she previously pushed around. She couldn't move, so she just laid there in complete horror, with a sound stuck in her throat. And then from nowhere, the arm snaked around her waist and up over her back, sending warmth sizzling over her skin.

He took a steady grip around her, and effectively pulled her into his bare, smooth chest.

She didn't breathe, didn't move, did nothing as she lay there.

"You could've just asked sweetheart," Steve mumbled sleepily, his word coming out in a mush since his face was squeezed into his pillow. (Name) swallowed, hard.

"Just didn't want to wake you up. It was cold." She said, feeling warmth rise her neck.

An amused scoff sounded from Steve, and she felt embarrassment travel up her face.

"Wrap your arms around my waist," Steve said. She felt obliged to as told since she woke him up, and let her hands travel at the expense of Steve's waist. A deep breath left Steve's lips, and she let herself smile. Slowly, Steve unlocked his arm from her waist, and slowly started to gather her in his big arms.

He hugged her closer to him with the new grip that he had, and he felt her melt into his chest, effectively waking up the butterflies in his chest.

"Go to sleep now, you deserve it."

And with that, (name) couldn't physically keep her mind awake anymore, letting go of the need to cry because of physical from Steve.

And right after she was out, so was he.

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Should I open my requests an stuff maybe?

Thanks for reading btw;).

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shitty-marvel-fan732 · 6 months

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You Don't Mess With Y/N, Part 3

Part 3 of 4, Part 4 is out now!

Summary: Everyone knows you don't piss off Y/N. What will happen when someone ignores the warning? Groupchat!

Links to part 1 and part 2

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thewriterg · 6 months

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𝐢 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨

pairing(s); steve rodgers x gn!reader, captain america x villain!reader

summary; You were a villian he was a hero it wasn’t going to work but Steve begged to differ —angstober day; 13—

word count; 200ish

warning(s); arguing, heart break, blurb, pet names, vampire reader, and language

A/n:—GIFs; @miserable-sarah & @possession1981— something short because I’m not at home

You drunk against the skin cells of a human your eyes peering up at the dirty blonde who stood in front of you his blue eyes glaring into yours while you held eye contact with Americas hero your smirk showing no remorse in your actions your eyes crimson veins traveling u see your eyes

“You can’t keep doing this Y/n!” Steve scolded you as you dropped the man you were feeding from dead before he hit the floor you stood to the shield wielding man with a tilt of you head before you spoke

“This is in my nature Captain, this is how I survive” You reminded and he sucked in a sharp breath at the fact his instinct telling him to end this to take you and turn you but his heart simply didn’t allow it

“I love you Y/n but there other alternatives to this,” He stretched an arm out to the scene of the dead body in your living room as you sighed you knew he would try it sooner or later

“We’ve had a good run Rodgers” You sighed patting the man on the cheek as his mouth went agape falling into that ‘o’ shape you often looked at in the comfort of your bedroom on top of his hips

“W-what this doesn’t have to to be over! Come on darling this isn’t over, you’re going to let a misunderstanding destroy us?” He tried to reassure himself more than he tried to reassure you his head spinning in different ways

“My heart can’t beat for you since it’s stop beating”

#🦇𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑;𝐆 #Steve Rodgers #steve rodgers x reader #steve rodgers x you #vampire!reader #avengers x reader #avengers x you #spooktober #flufftober #angstober #kinktober #romance #angst #avengers angst #fem!reader #i love you #thewriterg #2023

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qu1etwolf · 1 year

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Hi :) xx For the hugging prompts #16

Safe and Sound

Pairing- Steve Rogers x fem!reader

Warnings - Canon typical injury, squishy squishy fluff (it's a warning okay?? 😅)

AN - Thank you! I rarely ever get prompts! From your screen name and your page I figured this might make you happy! Written on my phone, not beta'd so all mistakes are mine!

It had been weeks.

Weeks of you sitting in the compound pacing by the giant windows waiting for a glimpse of that sleek quinjet coming back from their mission. Weeks of you on edge, your entire existence being boiled down to pins and needles and worry.

The few members of the team that stayed behind, the staff, and even FRIDAY had tried to ease your fears to no avail.

You knew, going in, that this relationship wouldn't be easy. That, even as sturdy as your man is, he could come home injured or even not at all. This particular mission had them out three days longer than they should have been. There had been no communication from the jet or their person com links from the start. They were deep in Hydra territory.

Sitting by the window with an expertly brewed mug of tea handed to you earlier by Dr. Banner, as he ruffled your hair and assured you they were okay before rushing back off to his lab, you were a mess. Your hair needs a good bit of combing. You are still in the pajamas you had slept in the night before, and your eyeliner is faintly smudged around your eyes.

Suddenly, you hear the telltale noise of the quinjet's engines and the quiet grinding of the hangar bay doors opening. You leave your tea on the window sill and dart down the maze of hallways, hoping they will allow you into the hangar.

Maria smiles fondly at you as you reach the giant metal double doors between you and the jet. You give her a hopeful smile, and she nods her head toward the door. "Go on, I don't like letting you all back there so don't expect it all the time, got it?"

"Yes ma'am," you grinned.

You open the door and jog towards the jet as close as they will allow you to get.

The door opens and Tony walks out, the titanium boots of his armor clanking on the ramp. His helmet is off and he's running his fingers through his hair. "FRIDAY?"

"Yes, sir?"

"Have the technicians meet me in the lab, some of these panels are too dented for me to remove. I want out of this thing stat."

"Yes, sir."

Behind him is Natasha, not a hair out of place as per usual. She smiles at you and gives you a quick wave.

Following Natasha is a very exhausted — and beat to hell — Steve Rogers, still clad in his suit, shield strapped to his back. He's leaning on Sam, who seems to be struggling to keep him upright.

Your eyes widen as you take in the bruise forming down the side of his face and the distressingly large cut next to it. Part of his sandy hair is matted with red. He smiles at you anyway.

"Hey, Y/N? Get your ass over here and help me hold this idiot up, would you?" Sam grumbles as his eyes pan across the hangar and he finds yours.

You rush over to the men as quickly as you can manage without tripping over cables and hoses and equipment. You wrap your arm gently around his waist and let him drape his arm across your shoulders. The smell of sweat, blood, and gunpowder assaults your nose.

"Sam...? What happened out there?"

"They knew we were coming. It was a hell of a fight. Steve took the brunt of it. We need to get him down to medical."

Steve grunted from above you. "No. Shower. Need a shower. I can handle it. Been worse."

Sam sighs. "Whatever you say, man. Get your butt to medical as soon as you get out of the shower. Maybe if Y/N asks you nicely, you'll go. You got it from here?"

You nod and help him hobble his way across the hangar.

Back in the safety of your apartment on the other side of the compound, the sounds of the shower and repeated utterance of the word "ow" have finally stopped. The steam billows out into the room as the bathroom door opens and Steve steps out with a towel tucked around his waist. Normally than would cause your stomach to do flips for other reasons, but you could finally see the bruises scattered across his abdomen in addition to the one on his face, the cut on his face was the only one thanks to how effective the suit is.

Your face must have given your worry away. He walks across the kitchen and lifts you out of the chair you had taken up residence in. His arms slide around you, lifting your shirt so he can place wide calloused hands against the soft skin of your lower back.

"I know I worried you, I'm sorry, sweetheart." He breathed the words into your hair as if he was never going to leave again. He let of a soft sigh. "Everything is better now. I'm okay, I promise."

The speaker chirps on and the both you jump slightly. "Captian Rogers, Mr. Stark requests that you meet him and the rest of the team in medical."

"FRIDAY?" Steve's arms snake further around you, tightening his grip. His lips brush your temple with feather-light kisses.

"Yes, Captian?"

"If you don't leave me and my girl alone for the rest of the evening I will shove a computer virus so far up your ass..."

"STEVIE!" you shout, shocked. You smack him across the chest. "Language!"

His blue eyes glitter as he grins down at you before nipping your nose.

"And FRIDAY? Please tell Stark he can handle the team without me for a few hours. I will check in tomorrow." He peppers small kisses across your forehead as he speaks, his hands masagging what he can reach. You have a feeling you aren't going to be moving for a good bit.

"Uh...yes, sir...I will relay the message."

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#steve rodgers x reader #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers #captian america #captian america x fem!reader #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers x yn #steve rogers x you #captain america fanfic #captian america fluff #request #prompts

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just-dreaming-marvel · 1 year

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Make It Up To You

MAIN MASTERLIST / MARVEL MASTERLIST

Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2,530ish

Request: post endgame Steve and his wife celebrating christmas withtheir kids. steve works as an art teacher at his kids school. reader's working with pepper at stark industries. steve's got his white picket fence life with reader and they have a lake house. steve's busy teaching schedule. reader and kids miss him, but during the holidays he's making up the lost time with reader and kids.

Notes: I changed some things around in the request. I hope that this is alright!

The school bell rang, signaling the end of the school day.

“Okay, clean up your materials and then you are good to go,” Steve told the students.

“Thanks, Mr. Rogers!”

“Have a good day, Mr. Rogers!”

“I’ll see you tomorrow Captain!”

Steve shook his head with a chuckle. “I’ve told you before, Cylis, I’m no longer Captain America.”

“There can be more than one Captain America, Captain!” Cylis replied as he hurried out of the room.

Steve laughed at his student’s antics as he cleaned up the art supplies. He smiled to himself as he thought about how far he had come.

The final battle with Thanos ended in Wakanda when Thor successfully went for the head. It was relieving that the job was done and that they only lost Gamora in the process. After the battle, Steve realized he was ready to pass along the shield and settle down. Luckily, it was easy to decide to settle down with you.

Steve proposed at the party Tony threw for the heroes to celebrate their win. It wasn’t long after that Steve had officially passed the shield to Sam, the two of you got married, and then you were quickly pregnant. That was six years ago now. Your twins, Maggie and Jamie, were five and kindergarteners at the elementary school where Steve was an art teacher.

You worked with Pepper and Natasha at Stark Industries, helping with the outreach programs. The job kept you busier than you would like, making you thankful for Steve’s job as he could take care of the twins when you couldn’t. Which, lately, was all too often.

Your little family lived in a lake house next to Tony and his family. Tony and Pepper’s daughter, Morgan, was the same age as your twins and went to school with them and played with them often. Your girls called Tony and Pepper, aunt and uncle, while Morgan did the same with Steve and yourself.

“Daddy!” Maggie and Jamie squealed as they rushed into Steve’s classroom.

“Hey, sweethearts!” He responded, crouching down with his arms wide open. The two girls collided into their father. “How was school today?”

“So good!” Jamie responded.

“I’m so glad.” Steve pulled back and looked around. “Where’s Morgan?”

“Right here, Uncle Steve!” Morgan answered as she came strolling into the room. “Maggie and Jamie left me.”

“Only because you were taking too long!” Maggie argued.

“I needed to help Miss Wells with fixing her chair.”

Steve smirked, Morgan was too much like her father. “Well, girls, I think that we better head home.”

“Can we get ice cream on the way home?” Maggie wondered.

“As long as you don’t tell your mothers.”

“Yay!” The girls squealed.

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“I needed that shipment there yesterday,” you said as you spoke into the phone and typed away at your computer. “I know you’re trying your best, but I’m telling you that we’re on the verge of life or death. That is a shipment of food and clean water.” You sighed as you listened to the person give more excuses. You leaned on your hand as you closed your eyes and rubbed your head. “I’m telling you, that shipment needs to be there by the end of the day, tomorrow. Understand?”

Steve wiped his hands with a kitchen rag as he walked up to your office. He was worried about how much you were taking on at work and the fact that work had been keeping you from regular family time. He leaned on the door frame before carefully knocking. You glanced up at him, shooting him a brief smile before focusing back on the phone call.

“Make it happen,” you told them. “I’ve got to go.” You hung up and turned your chair to face your husband. “Hey, honey.”

“Hey,” Steve pushed himself off of the door frame, walked over, and kissed you softly on the lips. “How was work?”

“Long,” you sighed, leaning back into your chair.

“Well, dinner’s ready and the girls are excited to see you. They missed you.” He leaned in and kissed you again. “Almost as much as I did.”

You let out a light giggle. “Yeah? And just how much did you miss me?”

Steve smirked as he took your hand and pulled you to stand up against him. “So,” he kissed your right cheek, “very,” he kissed your left cheek, “much.”

He kissed you on your lips again, teasing you with his tongue. You wrapped your arms around him so that your hands were at the base of his neck, tugging at his hair.

“Mommy! Daddy!” Your girls called from the other room.

You both separated your lips and laughed, your head falling onto Steve’s shoulder.

“We should go before they came after us,” he whispered. He moved to grab your hand and guide you out of your office.

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The twins were excited to have you join them at dinner. It hurt you to realize that you hadn’t joined them in the evening as much as you used to. Your small family was laughing at something Maggie had said when your phone rang. Steve gave you a saddened look, that you missed, as you pulled your phone from your pocket. You sighed as you saw who it was.

“I’m sorry guys,” you said, “I really have to get this.”

You answered the phone, put it to your ear, and went back to your office. Steve looked at the now sad twins.

“It’s okay, girls,” Steve tried to comfort. “Your mom is just busy with work right now.”

“She’s always busy,” Jamie grumbled.

“Hey. Your mom works really hard for all of us.”

“Uncle Tony and Uncle Pepper work hard, but they still have time for family dinner,” Maggie muttered.

“Now, young lady, that’s no way to talk about your mom. Either of you.”

“Sorry,” the twins responded in unison.

“It’s a busy time for mom’s work right now. It will slow down soon and she’ll be back to spending more time with us. For now, though, you two are going to have to put up with me tucking you in.”

“Can you tell us another story about you and Uncle Bucky?” Jamie wondered.

“Of course. Maybe, if you eat all your veggies, I’ll even tell you two.”

“Yay!”

~~~

Sadly, the school year went on—rolling into the holidays— and you kept busy with work. You were spending more and more time at Stark Industries headquarters and less time at home. This was affecting Steve and your twins, though you really didn’t notice. Steve was struggling with how to go about talking with you about all this. Currently, it was Thanksgiving night. The girls were already tucked in bed and you were on your way home from spending the day at Stark Industries headquarters.

Steve sat in the living room in wait, a single lamp on to light the room. He sighed, looking out the window as he heard your car pull up in the driveway. He was looking forward to this conversation, but he knew it had to happen.

You got out of your car, exhausted. It took all the effort you had to get yourself from the car to the front door. After a few tries, you finally placed the key in the lock and were able to open the door. Slowly, as to not wake anyone, you turned and shut the door.

“How was work?”

Steve’s voice made you jump. Your hand went over your rapidly beating heart as you turned to face your husband.

“Steve,” you smiled, softly, “you scared me.” He had his serious “Captain” face on, which meant business. “What’s wrong?”

“We need to talk.”

“Did something happen with the girls?” You quickly moved closer to him.

“Not exactly.”

Steve motioned for you to sit next to him on the couch, and you quietly did so. You could tell that whatever he wanted to talk about, was weighing him down. You reached over and placed a hand on his knee, rubbing it with your thumb.

“Steve, you’re worrying me.”

“I’m sorry, I just… It’s…” He sighed. “Remember the night we got engaged?”

You smiled fondly at the memory. “Yes, I do. It’s one of my favorite memories.”

“Mine too,” he gave you a short smile. “Remember how—after we celebrated that night—you told me that you were concerned about me continuing on as Captain America?” You nodded, slightly confused by where he was going with this. “You were concerned that I would be too busy for family life, that I would never be around and that one day I might die and never return. Remember that?”

“Yes,” you nodded again, “I remember. But what does that have to do with right now?”

Steve sighed. “This isn’t easy for me… but it’s affecting the girls—“

“What’s affecting the girls?”

“You’ve been working a lot lately.”

“Yes, I realize that but SI needs me and we’re doing some great work that I’m just trying to get into place and—“

“Do you know what today even was?”

“What? I—I don’t—“

“It was Thanksgiving.”

“Shit. Steve, I’m so sorry.” You moved closer to him on the couch.

“It’s not me you need to apologize to. The girls are smart and they realize that you’re working too much. They were so sad that you didn’t show up. They even waited an hour before eating just in case you might show up.”

“Oh my gosh…”

“You’re hardly here anymore, honey. And even when you’re physically here, you aren’t actually with us. The girls are feeling the effects of it… I’m feeling the effects of it.”

You looked away from Steve, taking it all in. You thought back through the last few months. Realizing that Steve was right, you hung your head and began to cry. Steve wrapped his large arms around you, pulling you into his lap.

“I’m so sorry, Steve,” you cried. “I’m such a terrible mother and wife…”

“Sssshhh,” Steve tried to calm you. “No, you’re not.”

“But I am… I don’t know why you’ve even stayed when I’ve been treating you and the girls this way.”

“Honey,” one of his hands came up under your chin and guided your head up to look at him, “I love you. The girls love you. This is a simple mistake that can be fixed. Yes, it may take time with the girls, but I believe that you can do it. You’re the strongest woman I know.”

“Steve… I don’t deserve you.”

“I wake up every day feeling the same way. You are too good for me.” He leaned in and kissed you softly before resting his forehead against yours. “We’re going to figure this out, together.”

“Thank you… for your love and patience.”

“Of course.” He gave your another kiss. “Now, let’s get to bed. We’ll figure more out in the morning.”

~~~

You woke up before Steve and the girls to call Pepper. You explained to her the situation and she completely understood. She told you to take until after the new year off and then she’d help you hire some assistants to help you do the work. Once you were off the phone with Pepper, you got to work on trying to make it up to your family, starting with homemade breakfast. Steve found you in the kitchen working on breakfast when he woke. He came up behind you, wrapped his arms around your waist, and rested his chin on your shoulder.

“Morning,” you hummed as you continued working.

“Morning,” he responded, kissing your neck. “Have you been up long?”

“About an hour or so. I had to make some calls.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I explained the situation to Pepper, who was all too understanding.” You put what you were working on down and turned around in Steve’s arms to face him. “I’m not going back to work until after the new year and once I do, Pepper and I are hiring a few assistants to help me. I’m all yours and the girls’ for the next six weeks.”

Steve smiled, so happy to hear that you had quickly begun making changes. He leaned in and happily kissed you. You greedily accepted the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer. Steve’s hands moved down to the back of your thighs, helping to lift you up so that you could wrap your legs around his waist. The two of you hadn’t had sex in far too long and it was clearly all that was on your minds.

“Ew!” Jamie groaned, coming to a stop in the kitchen’s entryway.

“Mom! Dad! This is the kitchen!” Maggie exclaimed.

The two of you broke apart, laughing. Steve helped you get back onto your feet before moving to help finish breakfast. You faced your girls, motioning them to come closer as you crouched down.

“How would you two feel about mommy being around more?” You asked them.

“But your work,” Jamie said, “it’s important.”

“Oh, honey,” you took one of Jamie’s hands and one of Maggie’s, “nothing is more important to mommy than the two of you and your father. I am so sorry that I forgot that for a minute. I am going to make it up to the two of you, I promise.”

~~~

It was so nice to spend time with your family. You spent the rest of Thanksgiving break hanging out around the house and began decorating for Christmas. Once Steve and the girls went back to school for the three weeks between Thanksgiving and Christmas breaks, you spent the hours alone planning more adventures. Some nights you had family dance parties or movie marathons, other nights were spent driving around looking at Christmas lights. One of the Saturdays, you even baked gingerbread and the four of you made a gingerbread Avengers compound—per the request of the twins.

You had sent Steve away on false errands while you packed the twins up and sent them off with their Uncle Tony for the weekend. You decorated your room with candles and rose petals to set the mood. You even placed a variety of lubes, condoms, and sex toys on the two beside tables just in case. Checking Steve’s location, you saw that he was almost home so you quickly changed into your red and white, Christmas-themed, lingerie.

“Honey?” Steve called once he entered the house and couldn’t hear you or the girls. “Mags? Jay?”

“I’m up here, sweetheart!” You called.

You heard his footsteps come up the stairs as you placed yourself on the edge of the bed.

“Are the girls up here too or—woah,” Steve stopped in the doorway, eyes frozen on you. “What—“

“The girls are with Tony and Pepper for the weekend,” you said as you seductively pushed yourself up to stand and walk over to him. “That means we get to do some things we haven’t been able to do in a while.”

“Mmhmm,” Steve nodded, trying to bite down a moan as his eyes racked over your body.

Your hands slipped under his shirt, teasing him with light playful scratches. “So, Captain Rogers, do you want to open your present early?”

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Bruised Knuckles

Mafia!au x Steve Rogers

CHAPTERS: 1 2 3

summary: your escape to Brooklyn was harboured by secrets and a harrowed past, left abused and betrayed, you accepted your destiny of being swallowed by the crowd. Until the King of New York showed up in front of you and wanted a piece of you for himself.

9K words

a/n: this one is a really long chapter, I went a little overboard, maybe this makes up for my procrastination

The whizz of a snowball blurs crystal white from the corner of your eye as your feet crunch across the gravelled road, the breeze of melting ice from the summer heat just misses you, and for a second you think- he's going to hit you for real

You can hear the barrelling of shoes behind you, and you know he’s advancing. He makes it really obvious when he tries to send an outstretched hand towards you, attempting to trip you, you laugh maniacally as you slip past wavering fingers.

“You gotta be a lot faster than that Rogers!” You howl it into the wind as it takes it, and the grunts of running are heard behind you as you slip through the alleyway into the trail that leads to the pine forest on the edge of town.

“C'mon, that’s not fair!” Steve shouts after you, turning your head you catch his staggering frame, hands pressed into his knees as he bends over, huffing and puffing as if the world didn’t have enough air to fill his lungs.

“Hey, you’re the one with the so-called impeccable aim” You tease

You slow down your pace as you feel the wind ruffle your hair, it’s summertime and you drink in the syrupy goodness that comes with evenings in daylight. The broad pine trees tower over the both of you, leaves and sprinkles of birch fall from the tops and settle around you as you lean against a tree. You would never get used to this, the earthy smell of some thousand-year-old monuments, the laughter of Steve’s voice. Never.

“God, I wish I could just stay here forever”, You whisper to him, eyes glossing over the clearing you both arrived at, an ingrained letter of your initials in one of the trees to the left, a fire pit surrounded by rocks, now ashes and dirt.

“We could, you know we can” Steve’s voice comes back, between awkward breaths of lung-filled air.

“Yes we could, we could, but then we’d just be like our parents, stuck in a town that’s stuck in the past. God, I know my father would never forgive me if I ended up like him” You say solemnly, kicking a stone at the base of your aged converse.

“Come with me,” Steves says suddenly, and you look up to see his staggering form leaning across a tree. His breathing seems to be back to normal, as he walks towards you. Suddenly though, it's your heart that has begun to thump loudly behind your ribs.

“Huh? What- What do you mean?” You ask bringing up a hand to wipe the perspiration settling uncomfortably on your forehead.

“Let’s go, me and you, right now. Let's leave this town and everything in it for good. Your mom, my father, fuck, everyone” Steve urges, his hands wavering around his words, he's never been afraid to look you in the eye, but now his focus is anywhere but you. God, he couldn't do this without you, he needed you, and now he was praying to the heavens you needed him just as bad.

“I-“ You begin to form your reply, before forcing Steve's chin to face you, he had grown a whole foot taller over the winter and it was awkward to reach up at him at such a low angle.

“Look at me Stevie” You plead, and all it takes is the sound of your calling for him to do anything you ask him to.

Steve’s cerulean blues watch you closely, the burning feeling of anxiety and trepidation spilling into his stomach as waits on your every word.

You begin mouthing words, your eyes shining with an expression his only since one before, but he isn't able to understand. Like his dove into the deep end, your words are muffled and unintelligible, you look at him then, confusion lacing your features. You look at him like he’s turned into an alien, and he can't fucking hear you goddamnit. You mouth those same words, yet they don't reach Steve, hitting the surface, unable to penetrate and find him.

The edges of his vision begin to burn a dirty orange, and the pine trees surrounding the both of you begin to melt. The bright orange storm of a wildfire burns behind you, lighting up your features like a beacon. Steve begins to scream, he tries to scream, he fails to scream, he reaches for you, shaking as he nudges your shoulder to look behind. The confusion on your face increases as your eyebrows furrow and a shivering fear wraps itself around Steve's spine, as the fire edges closer and closer.

You're not listening, acting as if nothing has happened as the heat drips down Steve’s back, a feeling of grief washes over Steve as he realises your going to die out here, in the town you hate, you're going to be buried 6 feet into the dark dirt of this place for eternity.

And for the first time, Steve panics. He can't speak, he can't move, he can't save you. He's a little boy again, hanging onto the last bar of the monkey bars as you cheer him on from below. But no matter how far he stretched out his hand he can't reach it, he can't reach you. And those same hot tears spill down his face, dripping down his neck, dirty and humiliating and fucking weak. The flickering tongues of the wild forest fire wraps itself around the pine trees, and before Steve can reach for you, before Steve can even scream, you're engulfed by the formidable inferno, and like a flame to a photograph, you’re gone.

Just like that.

-- -

Steve wakes with a shivering sweat, his internal furnace staining the sheets as the glistening perspiration slides down his back uncomfortably.

The sun is just peeking through the fluttering linen curtains, and Steve reaches around to place the fallen alarm clock back onto the side table. It seems it was knocked during his slumber, his slumber. You had begun to seep into his mind until you began to stain even his subconscious, confronting him with past memories that seemed like mirages all these years later.

There were ginormous, those pine trees that towered over the edge of town, he remembers how they seemed like giants compared to his sullen form. In a sense, Steve admired them, they were resilient, to man-made destruction, against the forces of nature, they stood still and remained unchanged, he doesn't doubt they would be the same even now when the both of you had changed so much. He doesn't doubt those engraved initials would still feel the same against his thumb, even if Steve felt something akin to betrayal when you had scraped both your initials into one of the birch trunks.

Those pine tree roots that sprung beneath the surface that travelled for miles, seemed to interlink the both of you, wrapping themselves around you until you both would be forever joined, somehow, even thousands of miles away. Steve would never escape their grasp, he could never escape you, no matter how hard he tried he was nothing against the monumental giants of nature.

A burn of nostalgia and regret begins to unfurl in Steve's stomach as he begins to piece back the fractured parts of the dream that had slowly begun to slip between his fingers. He's reaching desperately, hopelessly, reaching for them, grabbing at scraps of years where he wasn't always so mad, so exhausted, so indifferent.

It had been years since his mind had reopened the memories from his childhood, and it is with caution, those times were locked in a chained drawing cabinet, filed impeccably and thrown into the Mariana trench and left to rot. There wasn't time, and money to waste on nostalgia, not in the life Steve had chosen for himself, not after those same hands reaching for that chest were blooded and raw with sin. No, no, those memories were long tainted, there was no point in digging up old graves.

The bleeding red digits indicate it's far too early in the morning, and therefore just the right time to get up, for Steve Rogers, at least. The crumbled and sweaty sheets are left haphazardly on the bed for the in-house maid to clean, and Steve wastes no time jumping into a cold shower to wash off the uncomfortable reality of his past.

The activities from last night still seeped into his blond locs, across his chest, and between his fingers, and Steve grumbles as he recalls the waste of space and energy that informant had been. Steve turns the water a scalding hot and the nostalgia, memory and fevered dream of you is washed down the drain along with the dirty red specks of blood and dust that were still stuck to the edges of his skin.

He just needed to talk to you today, and use this poorly organised meeting to clear his head. If he set boundaries, if he set an endgame then it would be easier to de-attach himself from the grasp of contingencies. Steve wouldn’t make you a liability, he couldn’t, he doesn’t think he could live with himself if he did.

The clank of Steve’s cuff links roll across the chestnut drawer and they remind him of the years with his father. The red and white pills rolling across the rotting wooden floors of the home you wouldn’t call home. His snake eyes and silvery skin seemed to pale and scale each day that passed. Steve shakes his head, muttering as he clicks them into his cuffs. As far as he knew, his father was as good as dead. To him at least.

His fingers grasp the keys to his car, they jingle in his broad palm and he pockets them swiftly, the ring of his cell phone resounds through the quiet room and Steve reaches for it quickly. A call this early in the morning meant one thing and one thing only, what had occurred in the night was not yet finished, seeping into the safety of the morning light.

Steve nods along to the gruff voice sounding from the receiver, a hand coming to push back his fallen locks, leaving the room Steve enters the Manor's kitchen space.

Bucky is perched on one of the silver stools, sipping on a glass filled with what seemed to be orange juice, but with closer inspection was clear to be all parts liquor with a splash of the citric acid. God, alcohol this early in the morning? Steve ought to get Bucky a therapist.

Bucky senses Steve's presence before he even steps into the room, eyes trained on his figure practically hugging the cell phone perched between his ear and shoulder. A puzzled expression fills Bucky’s face as if to say ‘What are they saying?’ And Steve waves him off as he takes the steaming cup of coffee waiting for him on the ceramic countertop.

The kitchen is soundless this early in the morning safe for Steve's peaceful sips and Bucky’s fervent gulps, and a few minutes pass before Steve ends the call abruptly, a grim expression overtaking his features.

Bucky stands at attention, his eyebrows raising as he awaits steves explanation for such an early call.

“Got some trouble from the east end, some low-level goons messing with some of our men. One of the guys wants to meet up to talk ownership over the east side docks.” Steve replies, throwing the cell phone onto the granite counter, it clatters and bounces for a second before it settles in the corner.

“Isn’t that owned by, ya know, our runaway girl's husband?” Bucky replies, pushing against the counter to get up and walk towards Steve.

Steve nods, hands bent across his chest as he leans against the counter.

“That’s what’s confusing, Micheal, you know the guy? Short stoic and always a little on edge? He’s saying that Matthews is willing to talk about some sort of alignment. Make that area some fort of peacekeeping, owned by the both of us” Steve replies.

“It’s not bad, both of our men up there would mean the problem of those pocket-picking gangs would be solved, less of a strain on us” Bucky nods along, before adding

“But, Micheal, he’s-, he isn’t really known for being the most reliable ya know? Gets you caught up in the details, blows them out of proportion and leaves too many loose ends” Bucky reasons, his body now across from Steve.

“It makes sense though, those rising groups haven't just incapacitated our operations, Matthews is suffering from their outstanding resilience to incapacitate them. But you’re right, Micheal can’t be completely trusted, that’s why I need to talk to some contacts and see what’s been seeping into conversations underground. Either way, I need to check on our men up there, see if everything alright” Steve sighs, mind reeling over the impending tasks on his mind, but most importantly you.

“You were meant to see her this morning, right” Bucky smirks as if reading Steve's mind from across him.

“Told her we’d iron some things out in the morning, promised to pick her up. This thing I’ve done, I don't want it to be for nothing Bucky, and I don’t want to go back on my word” Steve says solely, checking his phone for the 3rd time for your call.

“I need you and Sam to fill in for me,” Steve begins

Bucky nods before whipping his head to face Steve’s

“Sam? Why does he have to come, I'm perfectly capable of talking to her by myself” Bucky grumbles, and just like clockwork, Sam comes strolling in, his shirt rolled up to his forearms as he dusts off the specks of blood littering his chest.

Bucky looks towards the man in disgust, eyes rolling at the displays of violence clearly sprayed across his body.

“Really? Do you have to walk around the house looking like you've just come from massacring a family of 5?” Bucky groans, going to plunk his glass into the sink.

“Who’s to say I didn’t” Sam replies, a mischievous grin pulling at the corner of his mouth, as he bumps into Bucky, pushing him to the side with his hip as he washes off the grime covering his fingers.

“Let's face it Bucky, you’re a bit…intimidating.” Steve trails off, amusement on his face as he watches Sam groan at the discovery of a stain ruining his dress shirt.

Bucky swirls his body to face Steve’s, his eyebrows raised in shock.

“Inti-intimidating? There’s a man in this room with blood-stained cuffs, and I’m the one who’s intimidating?” Bucky sputters

Steve shrugs his shoulders, a whisper of a smile etching itself on his face.

“You just have this lone wolf thing about you, it scares people off” Steve murmurs thoughtfully as if he’s been analysing Bucky’s palatability before.

“C'mon, she was practically telling me to piss off the last time I talked to her, she out of all people can handle a Barnes”. Bucky replies, an annoyed expression on his face.

Steve bristles at Bucky’s comment, for some reason, a fuelled hatred fills his chest at the mention of you having to ‘handle’ anything.

“She’s already agreed, there’s no need to intimate date her further, besides, from what I’ve heard it seems she’s the one intimating you both” Steve lets out a comical laugh, swiping his phone from the counter and shoving it into his suit pants.

“Guess it’s a road trip?” Sam replies, before dodging an incoming plate thrown at him from the hands of Bucky.

“I swear to god…” Bucky replies gruffly, shouldering in his suit jacket before pushing past a snickering Sam

“Hey-“ Steve calls, his voice a little lower than moments before. Bucky’s stiff back turns slowly at the sound of Steve’s suddenly baritone voice that bounces through the swallowing hallways.

“Don’t scare her, try and be- just don’t show her your daggers or pull some stupid shit, I mean it. She’s different, I mean she was practically inducted into this life but she was always kept hidden, ya know? Never knew how deep it got” Steve says, the icy expression that morphs his features into the dark formidable creature he turns the air around them a frosty cold.

Both Sam and Bucky nod, they understood a command when they were told one, and this one seemed as if Steve’s entire being was hanging onto it.

— -

It's well into the morning light when you finally rise from your slumber, the beating heat slipping through the cracks of your blinds. A sense of anxiety rushes through you as you realise you’re late to work, clamouring out of bed and ending up on the floor.

However the sound of the neighbour kids bustling footsteps through the apartment complex eases your worries, it’s Sunday. Your well-earned, and only, day off.

You lay there, on the dusty carpet of your bedroom floor, and drink in the bliss of a day without a multitude of tasks that needed to be completed. Your legs ached from the turbulent labour you’d that had been forced on you daily for a job you knew didn’t pay for the work it took. You couldn't let yourself dwell on it, you'd only just ends up in a spiral of depression and regret you don't know you could pull yourself from. What you did need was coffee, you think you might collapse back onto the floor if you don't get that liquid gold in your body.

What can you say? Old habits die hard, for you, it was caffeine and for your husband it was knuckles on skin.

-- -

Your shower lasts less than the amount of time you have warm water, which is about 15 minutes. Not nearly enough to wash the grime and dirt that was always stuck to the back of your ears or other inconspicuous cracks you’d only find after the water had drained out.

It’s when you're pouring yourself a steaming brew into your favourite mug when you get the text. Your phone lights up, illuminating the small kitchen darkened by the black-out curtains you’d bought to keep the sun out. You can't help but grow audibly as you fear that your one day off would be interrupted by your boss’s demand for you to come in. It wouldn't be the first time she had thought you lived breathed and slipped on her every beck and call.

Flipping to the screen side up, your heart hammers loudly against your rips when you are confronted by an unknown number outlined in dark text

Something came up, Sam and Bucky are gonna come pick you up?

Steve.

You should be thinking about how he had found your number, or who this Sam is, but all your mind reels at is his apparent absence. Hell, you don’t know why but your heart sinks at that. You had thought that maybe, stupidly, you'd find out why he truly wanted to help you, use this meet-up to determine what his endgame was, and quell the what-ifs and questions that had been swirling around your skull since yesterday.

It was foolish really, to think that he would just open himself to you, that he wouldn't don the same mask he wore when he was ripping off drug lords and executing their men. You were simply another source of information to him, nothing more, nothing less. At least this way you knew where you stood.

Your phone begins to light up as the bubbles of an incoming text display on the grey chat.

That alright?

He's asking for your permission? You can’t help but laugh, it erupts from the depths of your stomach and escapes through your mouth. And without even a blink of a second, you bent over, loud laughs leaving your mouth uncontrollably as hiccuped tears run down your cheek. The man who had no less than shown up at your workplace followed you home, and send his men after you were asking for your permission. You knew it meant nothing, you knew he would still send them anyway, he just wanted to make sure you did too.

You snatch your phone from the laminate counter, scoffing as you type out a reply,

Perfectly fine.

It was NOT perfectly fine, but you’re too tired at this point to argue, a little talk wouldn't ruin your day, and most importantly he wouldn't ruin your day.

Plopping yourself on your velvet couch you wipe the fallen tears stricken on your cheeks, you still had your coffee. Maybe you could throw that at him, he may be a formidable monster that dominated the criminal scenes of New York, but he was still human, and coffee was still fucking hot.

-- -

You watch Bucky and Sam pull into your apartment before they do, it wasn’t hard, a car like that in a place like this stood out like a sore thumb, you wouldn't doubt by the time they'd dragged you out of your home that they’d find their tires missing.

A smile lights your face at the thought, now that would be funny.

They exit with the car still running, donning tailored suits that clung to every dip and stretch of their body. You don't wait for them to knock when you catch their heavy footsteps pounding against the concrete balcony, maybe if they thought you weren't home they would just leave you alone.

You remain huddled into your coach, watching their tall shadows move about the front of your apartment. They wouldn't try and break in right..?

There is a hurried knock that causes you to jump involuntarily, and it is soon followed by a bellowing baritone voice that seeps into the cracks of your plaster walls.

“Doll, we ain't got all day, and I know you’re in there so why don't you be a pretty peach and open the door?” Bucky’s voice causes you to bristle, and your teeth press into your bottom lip nervously. There is a sliver of dominance in his voice that doesn't quite reach the surface. Enough years and you learn when someone is trying to hold back.

There is a rummaging of clothes before Bucky begins to speak again,

“This look like some reinforced steel Sam?, How about tripe pane glass?”

A man's voice soon follows, replying with a chuckled no.

“You hear that doll? Your door isn't some reinforcement against us, it won't protect you, I figure I could bust it down with the tip of my foot. Now I don’t think your neighbours would quite like that disturbance this early in the morning hm?” Bucky’s voice is muffled by your door, but you can tell he's stepped closer, his lips pressed into the crack between the door and your hallway wall.

“Am I right doll?” Bucky reiterates, his voice deepening a dangerous octave, the kind that probably gets him what he wants, no questions asked.

Your eyes travel to your apartment door, the paint chipping off the sides of the wooden frame, dust falls to the bottom as Bucky taps his foot against it, chuckling at the pitiful sound it makes in return.

Yeah, your door is practically a pillow against them.

You cough loudly as you attempt to form a reply, the words getting caught up in your throat

“Yes, I'm coming, just, just don’t break down my door please” You finally let out, you hope to god you sounded the least bit content, but as you fumble with the door handle you know there remains a tremor in your voice.

One last swift turn does it, and you open your door swiftly.

They is a short moment that passes, where they both seize you up again as if you'd changed from those days before. Bucky eyes wander behind your shoulder, practically scrutinising the contents of your home.

“For your information, this door has withstood a grade A snow storm,” You say, your hand resting on the corner of your door,

Bucky flashes you a sickening grin, his canines shining against the morning light. The man beside him is just as tall, only a mere few centimetres below Bucky, his suit stretches against the expansive muscle of his chest and shoulder, and with the veins running up his arm you don't doubt that he could quite literally crash you with his bare hands.

His stance is domineering, and his short black hair makes him look infinitely more lethal. He looks the picture of the men who work for your husband, and occupy the hallways of your home at all times, however, there is one defining difference. His eyes. Even whilst they are a deep earthy brown the kind shadowed by trees and left in the darkness of the underground, they are soulful.

They carry a hidden kindness, even if they may be muddled by violence and bloodshed, it is still there. The sliver of humanity that separates Sam from the thousands of men you've encountered, those men of your husbands whose fox eyes watched your every move, surveying you, scrutinising you as if to find a reason to hunt you down.

You never found peace in that home, for your every move was watched by cameras and hundreds of pairs of scrutinising eyes that were bought with money that was caked in blood.

‘Do you want another minute to judge my apartment or can you shove me into the boot of your Mercedes already” You sigh, grabbing your bag, and throwing in your phone and a jacket.

“Your lead, and for your information, it's a Maserati” Sam chuckles edging closer so he whispers it into your ear. A shiver runs down your back and you fix your shoulder, locking the door behind you as you walk down the concrete steps that crumble beneath your feet.

Sliding into the backseat, you don't notice the way their eyes linger on you, watching you from the review mirror as your gaze travels across your apartment and neighbourhood, the kids are still playing some game of ball, the basketball aged and torn apart from its frequent use, the old man at the bottom of the stairs is resting on an armchair, smoking a cigarette you've told him countless times will contribute to his death.

You bid them farewell, as Bucky turns out of the parking lot, the pine trees towering at the edge of the road blur a green and brown as you let the scenery around you consume you. This side of the city can be beautiful when it wants to be, when the morning dew hasn't yet fully melted, and the blanket of security covers you just for that moment.

You don't like to, but it reminds you of your childhood strangely, the trees and the way the sunlight shines through the branches. You don’t quite know why, it presses into the edges of your mind, like half-memories, like a big chunk of your mind has been cut open and taken out. There's a searing pain whenever your mind travels to those years before, a white-hot burn whenever you think too hard about it. So you don't. You close your eyes and rest your head against the leather seat, with two pairs of eyes watching you the whole ride.

-- -

Your body moves along with the twists and turns of the route Bucky follows almost mechanically, Sam had gone into a rather long phone call, the cell phone perched between his head and shoulder.

The terrain has changed from the concrete skyscrapers of Brooklyn, venturing into the natural scenic roads separating the buzz and hum of the city that was always alive. You hadn't travelled or even explored much since your settlement in Brooklyn, so much of where Bucky was taking you was unknown to you, you would’ve liked it, you think. If you weren't on the run and had notches of your past scorched into your back. Maybe in another life, you would've spent your twenties backpacking across the states, an ocean blue van that would be your home.

Now though, it takes everything to push the rising anxiety back down into your chest and not have a meltdown in the back of Bucky’s car.

As the smooth city roads turn into fragmented gravel paths you shift in your seat, edging closer to the window, your eyes watch the world around you evolving into the nature that once replaced New York, Bucky almost senses your wonderment, and quietly pulls the window down an inch or two. The scent of sea foam and wet dirt waft through your hair as you breathe it in, you reach out with a hand, letting the soft wind from Bucky’s press of the accelerate twirl and glide between your fingers.

You catch a pair of eyes watching you closely, but before you can look up they’re looking away, back to doing what they once were before.

The speed of the car begins to slow down, and Bucky turns into a dirt road surrounded by forest trees. A sense of unease fills you before Bucky drives up to a clearance, the shrubbery and foliage clear up to some sort of national park. A long lake snakes around the rocky mountains, hidden behind the same deep brown trees towering over the sides of the road.

There is a car park towards the front, in which Bucky pulls into and parks swiftly, your gaze travels across the park, a wooden sign at the front is carved with the name of the clearing, some founder or explorer you had probably learned in 8th grade but is forgotten at the back of your mind. A map is attached below, along with the phone number of the park ranger closest. Triangle-shaped yellow signs warn hikers of the habitual animals that roam the parkland, and you smile as a figure of walking ducklings urge drivers to be wary.

There are a few cars parked around Bucky’s; a large red minivan with aged and peeling bumper stickers attached to the back, a dark black jeep, and a small sedan with one of those stick figure family stickers at the back.

You don't wait for Bucky or Sam before opening the door, the crunch of your sneakers against the gravel path.

“Wait a sec” Calls Bucky, you look behind your shoulder to find him rummaging in the backseat of the car, before shutting it and jogging up to you.

“Sam’s gotta finish up with something” Bucky explains as you catch Sam half smile as he continues with the phone call. You and Bucky must seem out of place, him with his perfectly tailored suit and you with your lazy Sunday outfit you pulled from your laundry.

Bucky leads you both to a park bench, and as you being to settle down Sam pops up, sitting across and joining Bucky, shooting you a quick apology.

“So, since you've agreed with this... arrangement, we've got to set out some ground rules and finalise a few things” Bucky begins, taking out a few papers with typed-out paragraphs of jargon you probably wouldn't understand.

“Do I need a lawyer..?” You ask as you eye the printed documents sitting across from you.

“It's all a formality, Steve.. he uh, he likes to be professional with his dealings is what I can say” Sam chuckles, crossing his head

“In exchange for your voluntary participation and the provision of sensitive and confidential information, Steve will provide you with fully serviced protection and surveillance of oneself and accommodation. Basically, me and Buck will come around each day to check everything is in order, and one of our men with be stationed at your apartment” Sam continues, nodding towards the documents before you.

“So ill be followed everywhere,” You reply, you had just escaped a life of constant surveillance and control, and right now it just felt like you were taking two steps back.

“I know what it sounds like, but most of our men are more friendly and less..well, automatic and mechanical. Steve only really trusts us, so you'll be seeing us more often than some random guy with a gun” Bucky says, smoothing down his suit pants.

Steve only really trusts us

You don't know why but your heart fumbles at Bucky's inclination that Steve cared about who was around you, your comfortableness, your satisfaction. It seemed so wrong after years of negligence to truly be cared after.

The loud sound of a dog barking causes you to tense just a fraction, your eyes flinch and you shift nervously in your seat. Get your shit together dammit, it was just a husky running beside its owner, the park never said it was free of dogs, but you can't help but stare at its blubbery open mouth, spit hanging from its sharpened teeth and a look of pure animalistic instinct in its eyes.

Stop, this isn't like the ones he keeps. Stop. overreacting.

It seems as if the dog sparked some sort of realisation that you were not in the safety of your apartment or in your workplace diner, that you were in a space occupied by the public in which anyone, even your husband could enter.

The more they talk, the more you itch with the anxiety bubbling in your chest, the bench under you is hard and itchy, you don't like it, and the sun has risen high into the sky, beating down on you. You try to keep up with them, head fuzzy as you nod after their every word, they glance at each other after a while of your scattering mind.

Both Sam and Bucky notice your uneasiness and the way your eyes dart around the nature park. Years in this life taught them how to read someone easily, and right now, you were practically crawling out of your skin.

You just, weren't used to being so out in the open, you feared you were running out with a printed target on your back saying “Shoot Me”. In the darkness of your apartment at least you felt somewhat safe, here, where you didn't know where you could hide, or if there even was somewhere to hide, the expanse of shrubbery and forest trees looked domineering, like they tower over you and swallow you whole, you didn't feel safe. In fact, you felt like it was open fucking season.

They'd picked an open space out in public, so you dint feel boxed in or isolated, a chance to feel a sense of normalcy whilst discussing deals with the mafia, huh, what a fucking joke. You keep readjusting your necklace, and they keep looking at you with that unreadable expression on their faces.

“You alright doll?” Sam replies, you can’t focus on him, the lines of his features blurring a little from the pounding headache that has begun to radiate from your temple

You nod and try focusing on the soft sounds of the nature park, the calls and whistles of native birds and the currying sounds of animals burrowing in their habitats. You know it does nothing, but you try and sink yourself into the false security of it.

Sam nods awkwardly back, he glances at Bucky and an unreadable conversation passes between them before Sam collects the papers you don’t remember signing.

“I think that’s enough business talk for a bit” Sam glances at his watch, muttering an obscenity under his breath.

“How about we drive you back home so can spend the rest of your day without having to deal with us, huh?” Sam replies trying to lighten the mood that has gone still with your curt answers.

You nod, itching to get home and under the covers, or under the heat of your shower to wash off the sludge of unease and anxiety coating your skin.

Bucky quietly watches you, and you throw him an always smile as you get up from the bench, tugging your sleeve down.

A moment passes with Bucky watching you closely before he smiles in return, but it’s one that mirrors yours, insincere and masking true emotions.

This time Sam opens the front passenger door for you, and you slide in quickly, shoving your bag at your feet and clicking the seat belt on. Bucky leaves the window down for you and you shut your eyes and let the warm wind settle the nerves that seemed to remain in your stomach.

— -

Bucky pulls out of your apartment complex, despite almost hitting a young boy running after a beat-up soccer ball.

He hadn’t pulled out until he had been sure you were safe and secured in your apartment, walking in and checking the place for any intruders despite your objections.

God, he never understood it, why you hated the idea of anyone helping you. Most women in this life demanded constant and immediate attention, hell he’d seen his own mother not lift a finger his entire life, raised by the many nannies and maids that had been employed at his family’s estate.

You though, helping you was like pulling teeth. It added to the hundreds of other questions Bucky had about you that Steve refused to answer, like why you had run away from a life he thought was full of luxury and opulence, or why Steve was so adamant in him and Sam to watch over you.

Steve had never really involved himself in these types of business arrangements, but this one, it seemed as if Steve would commit murder if he found out you were left alone with one of his dispensable.

Bucky reaches for his phone left in the car’s compartment, fingers dailing Steve's phone as his other hand rests on the steering wheel. It rings twice before he picks up.

“Yeah?” Steve's gruff voice resounds against the echo of the basement he’s in, and Bucky has already gathered that he is deep within the monster that consumes him and enables him to rest on the throne of New York.

Bucky coughs a reply

“Hey, uh, we just finished up with her-”

“What’s the problem, something happen?” Steve’s voice replies in urgency, a sliver of concern in his tone that doesn't go unnoticed by them both.

“No, nothings wrong, we just-, well she-, Steve, I think you outta talk to her again, she's agreed and everything but she is, she’s on edge. I have a feeling she doesn't think you can protect her” Bucky finally lets out, the expansive nightlife of New York flashes past against the tinted windows of the car as Bucky follows the twists and turns to home.

“I mean she was practically clawing out of her body being in a goddamn park, Steve. A park. I figured she needs you to talk to her a little, and reassure her because, without her confidence in whatever this is, it all goes to shit. It’ll all fall down” Bucky says.

There is a beat of silence before Steve replies.

“Okay. I'll take the night off, tell everyone I'm off fucking.. somewhere. Back at the club.

“Alright,” Bucky replies before Steve ends the call abruptly. Sam glances at Bucky, sighing out loudly in the car before sinking into the leather seat.

“I have a feeling this will be the beginning of something that will be the end of us” Mutters Sam, but Bucky hears it all the same. And he can’t help it, but it all rings true. You will be the death of him.

The clench of Steve's jaw tightens as he slides his phone into his back pocket, rolling up his sleeves, Steve waste no time before striking the man bound to the chair across the face. Stringing blood and pieces of bone are scattered across the dingy basement floor, the burning lightbulb above them is the only thing that gives the light in the damp room, and it only adds to the sinister maliciousness that radiates from Steve.

He’s already dealing with an uncooperative subject, and the unexpected call from Bucky didn't quite ease the tension beginning to appear on his shoulders.

“Tell me,” Steve says, both his hands resting on either side of the armchair the man, a look of boredom crowds Steve’s face, his features unreadable as always as he stares down the snitch

“No” The spits it out along with flecks of blooded spit, and Steve chuckles, wiping away the blood splattered on his cheek before calmly replying

“You are nothing, your loyalty is that of a drop in the ocean, you don't think they won't cut your tongue and throw you in the Hudson with concrete feet for even getting caught by my men? Face it, you're a snitch, a rat- Steve pauses to spit to the ground- “and you and I both know the destiny a man like that has. Now do yourself a favour of a quick death and answer me, why is Matthews trying to free up the eastern docs?”

“Maybe he’s gathered a change of heart, it is the season to be generous no?” Chuckles the man, he smiles with his teeth covered in. blood, and Steve's grip presses into the armchair.

“You think this is a fucking joke? When has Matthews ever been generous, there has always been an endgame to every single move he does, what's the endgame to a fucking peace keep? Huh?”

“Look, I told you what I know, Matthews is trying to look as stable as possible, especially since he's begun to slip through the cracks, you know what they say right? That his little wife has gone running away? That sweet thing managed to slip past the biggest army in Northern America” The man replies, laughing manically.

Steve grunts at the mention of your name that passes through this animal’s mouth, how fucking dare he. He knows he shouldn't, he knows he needs to reign it in but all he hears is your name muttered from chipped golden teeth and he swings.

The savagery in the way Steve beats the man does not go unnoticed by the men around him, they watch on, as the crunch of bone and flesh fill the quiet basement, and the groaned pleas of the man are muffled by Steve's iron fists, his jaw collapsing in on itself as Steve throws his body to the ground with an obscene shout.

Steve had sometimes forgotten, how he has that formidable creature within him clawing its way out each time he steps out his front door, how he lets it consume him whenever he thinks of Matthews, and in a way; you.

“Clean this shit up, I don't ever want to see this fucking rat in New York ever again”. Steve growls towards the man around him, reaching for his keys and swiftly exciting from the cryptic warehouse on the edge of New York’s industrial area.

-- -

He doesn't quite know how he found himself outside your apartment, nor how fast he got there, but the thought is pushed to the side when you open your door suddenly. Wear eyes watching his staggering frame against your door frame, and all you have to do is nod before he’s entering your home.

“I thought Sam this morning would be the last I’d see of your men” You reply as you reach for two beers stacked away in your fridge. You weren't really a drinker, and you don't doubt they were stale.

“I said my men, I never said me” Steve chuckles, accepting the cold beverage you hand him appreciatively as he eases himself onto your small dining table in the corner of your room.

He practically swallows the entire place, his knees bubbing against the table as he awkwardly arranges himself on the too-small chair beside you. You hide your chuckle behind the neck of your beer bottle that you knock back down your throat.

A silence that is surprisingly comfortable falls over the both of you as you silently sip your beer bottles, and you find yourself reaching for another before ungracefully slumping your tired body into your wooden dining chair.

Steve catches the deep set bags under your eyes and the way your back practically hunched over as you rub a hand across your face

“Can’t sleep?” Steve murmurs, you look up as you catch his gaze which softens momentarily. Shaking your head you chuckle pitifully.

“That would be an understatement, more like can’t even shut my eyes” You scoff, before knocking back another sip of your beer.

“With this thing, we've arranged, hopefully, you’ll be able to” Steve replies, shifting in his seat as he looks towards you.

“If only it was that easy. Unless someone can enter into my brain and shut it off for a full 8 hours, I won't be getting any shut-eye” You smile wrily, before running a hand down your face, shaking your head.

“It’s fine, it's alright, ill- ill figure something out. It isn't like I haven't dealt with a few nights without sleep ya know? I don't even know why I'm telling you all this, you probably could care less” You reply with a finality that has Steve looking at you with that same strange expression you can't decipher.

Just as he begins to say something, Steve thinks better of it, simply shaking his head

“It’s alright, you're talking to an insomniac veteran over here, god knows I've burnt some eye-sized holes in my ceiling”

You can't help but let out a laugh, a real one, and the sound of it makes Steve’s heart collapse in on itself. Without even a moment Steve already knows it's his favourite thing in this entire world, he wants to keep it, bottle it and keep it behind the white of his ribs and the coldness of his heart.

“Can I just ask you something?” You say suddenly,

He nods, giving you permission.

“Why do you want to do this? and tell me the real reason, not some false one you’ve made up.

“Honestly?”

It’s your turn to nod now,

“It’s selfish and cruel but I want to finally own something /make something of myself. This may come as a shock to you but I wasn’t always this fierce and formidable” you roll your eyes comically.

“I spent much of my years just wandering aimlessly, working jobs for other people, my loyalty was tied to one person and one person only. Myself.

“Seems like a tough way to live” you reply. You got it, something over came you when you got the keys to your first apartment. The first thing you actually owned since that bicycle you spend afternoons mowing lawns for. Selling lemonade for.

“You know, this deal, this arrangement-everything, means nothing if you can’t put your trust in it,” Steve says, running his hand down the neck of his beer bottle, letting the wet droplets fall down his fingers.

“Do you trust me?” He asks, silently, eyes looking up through the horizon of the beer bottle

“Do you trust me to protect you?” Steve asks again, as he rests his back against the wooden chair, an expectant expression on his face.

Do you? Everything in your mind is screaming at you to say no and run away, to hide back into the dark corner you’ve made a home out of, but as your gaze travels towards Steve, with those golden locs and cerulean blues, your heart murmurs with a familiar longing that you can’t ignore.

“Yea, strangely Steve, I do”. You reply with a look of pure candour on your face.

Your gaze travels to his hand gripping the neck of the brown bottle, and it is only then that you notice the tattered and bleeding skin of his knuckles. Steve catches your concerned gaze, eyebrows furrowing at the bruising beginning to form.

“It's nothing, just a little hands-on approach to a situation” Steve replies, shifting in his seat, but his excuse does nothing to quell the burn in your stomach.

“I know I have a first aid kit somewhere here” You murmur, rummaging through your kitchen cabinets as you peruse the tattered and peeling shelves and drawers.

“It's alright, doll, I'll get it patched up later-” Steve tries to argue, getting up from his seat, but you jolt up suddenly from your crouched position, a faded red first aid kit in your palm.

“Got it” You smile triumphantly, you rest yourself against the kitchen counter across from Steve, and Steve can say nothing as you raise your eyebrows, almost taunting him to protest against it.

“You’ve got men stationed outside my apartment, fixing up a few bleeding knuckles is the least I can do” You interject, moving towards him.

“Besides, if you're bleeding out on my living room floor, who else will be there to protect this” -you gesture your hands around the apartment- “Sanctuary?” Your question, a small smile softening your features and that's all it takes before Steve is conceating, following your footsteps to the small bathroom.

It's fitted with a peeling sink cabinet, toilet and a ceramic bathtub cramped into the corner, the low yellow light attached to the ceiling gives the room a sickly feel and Steve has to bend down onto the edge of the bathtub so you can reach him.

Pulling his blooded sleeves up, the reality of the damage on his hands can be inspected, the skin around his knuckles has peeled off completely, and splotches of dried and et blood seep from the wound.

As you take his hands into your palm softly, Steve grunts under his breath, not because of the pain radiating from his knuckles but because your fingers are so soft against the rough pads of his fingers.

You whisper an apology he waves off before ripping open an alcohol wipe, pressing it gently against his knuckles, making sure to clean off the grime and dirt stuck between his fingers.

The smell of blood that begins to permeate the air is one that is familiar, years of drunken nights had taught you how to patch up bruised cheeks and split stitches. Nights when your husband was so deep in his hunger for power and greed that he had thought you were here to take his kingdom from right under him. You knew what liquor could do to a man, but your husband to put it lightly, has always been and always will be, a mean drunk.

You feel a pair of eyes burning into you, and you look up to catch his intense stare watching over your every move, you have to look away after a moment, focus on the tap tap tap of the loose bathroom sink.

You take the small bandaged adhesives, and place them over his bruising knuckles, before covering them with bandaging cloth. You follow the same motions you had been forced to learn over the years to his other fist, feathering the cloth in and out between his fingers.

“How do you know how to do this?” Steve murmurs under his breath, his intense blues boring into your soul, as you look up from his bandaged knuckles.

“I was quite an adventurous kid, spent a good chunk of my childhood with my dad kneeling over me, patching up cuts and bruises” It is almost automatic, the way the well-practised lie slips from your lips, it leaves your mouth without a second thought.

Steve blinks at your reply, the blank expression covering his features is now taken over by his darkened eyes, his jaw tenses against his teeth and from the way his shoulders raise, you know there are a hundred things running through his mind. His fingers flex painfully in your grip, wrist rolled into a tight fist.

“Hey! Don’t go ruining my handiwork” You chastise him, flexing out his finger so they lay flat against your palm.

“We’ve all got history..right?” You smile, before his gaze travels across your features, nodding in a grimace.

“Some more than others” Steve replies, his left eye flinching as he catches the fading bruises peeking through your sleeves.

“Thank you,” Steve says, motioning to your fingers gripping his bandaged knuckles.

“It’s the least I could do I mean-” You begin before Steve cuts you off momentarily

“Hey, no, thank you really, you didn't have to, but you did” Steve's domineering voice crowds the small bathroom and you have to look down at your laced hands to let them out of your grip.

“I’ll leave you alone now, and I mean it this time,” Steve says, following you out of the bathroom.

“So I shouldn't be expecting any more nightly visits from men with guns at my door?” You question with a smile, as Steve shoulders his suit jacket on carefully, so as to not ruin your bandages.

“No, not tonight, if you see or hear anything or anyone, call me,” Steve replies, his voice deepening into a level of seriousness that gives you no choice but to listen.

“I mean it, you've got my cell, as well as Sam and Bucky’s, and I am an insomniac, so don’t have me second guessing alright?” Steve's baritone voice takes up the entire room, and all you can do is nod fervently.

You follow the loud footsteps of Steve's dress shoes down the short narrow hallway that leads to the front door, opening with one swift turn, Steve turns back to you swiftly.

“Don’t let mind cave in on itself, burying yourself in your thoughts only leaves you with a fatigue that doesn’t wear off and a bed that runs cold” Steve murmurs, a look casts a shadow over his eyes as his gaze trails over your tired features. But it leaves as soon as it comes and you find yourself still staring at that same spot on the carpet after he’s shut the door and left.

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Cuddles with elf Steve.. that’s it, that’s the request 💗 I <3 u 💗

hey baby, I love you too💗

summary - cuddles with our little elf steve.

warning - too much fluff.

the gif and headers I use aren’t mine.

Steve crawls onto your body, smiling widely as you look down at him. He waves, giggling as he curls into your chest, clutching onto you as he nuzzles his face into you. “You okay, baby?” Your finger strokes his head softly, looking down at him.

He nods, “Mhm, just tired.” Steve pecks your chest, blushing and closing his eyes. Loving how gentle you are to him. “Is okay?”

“Yeah, baby. It’s okay.” You both drift off to a peaceful sleep.

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Steve Rogers x Reader: Peter's Admissions Consultant

Warnings: Cheating and maybe some language.

To say the Avenger's Tower was huge would be an understatement. The first time (y/n) ever stepped foot into the building, she somehow found herself taking an elevator ride upstairs instead of down. She managed to catch a glimpse of a shirtless and sweaty Sam Wilson coming out of the training room.

The young woman felt her heartbeat rapidly increase at the sight of the handsome man as she took a couple of steps backward. As she tiptoed away hoping that he didn't see her, she bumped into another shirtless body. Spinning around and looking up, she found herself face-to-face with Steve Rogers. The First Avenger.

“Hey, are you looking for someone?” Steve gently smiled down at her. He knew that the tower was big and it wasn’t out of the ordinary for someone to get lost. However, most of the time they didn’t make it all the way up to the training room. She must have been walking around a lot if she got up here.

He started to wonder if this was one of the girls that Bucky brought home. Bucky was known for going out late at night and bringing home very pretty women. The girl that was standing in front of Steve was no exception.

He had always been jealous of the way that Bucky had always been able to pick up women without a second thought. It was just who he was.

“I’m looking for Peter Parker. This is the address he gave me, but I didn’t know that he actually lived here at the Avenger Tower.” (y/n) smiled at the ground. She was doing absolutely everything to keep her gaze on anything else but him. The last thing she wanted was for Steve to catch her staring at his perfectly sculpted abs.

Steve tilted his head to the side wondering how she really knew about Peter's life, but that really wasn’t any of his business. He wasn’t sure how much she knew about Peter’s personal life so she decided to play it safe.

“He doesn’t live here. He lives with his aunt in Queens.” Steve promptly responded without missing a beat. “He just works here. I’m sure he’s down in the lab. I could take you down there if you’d like?”

“Oh no. I don’t mean to bother you. I'm sure I can find it on my own.” (y/n) immediately shook her head. The last thing she wanted was to throw off the morning routine of a super soldier. He might have been leaving to save the world at that very moment before she bumped into him.

There was no way she was going to be able to find the lab if she hadn't already found it by now.

Steve chuckled at how cute she was. Most woman loved attention from him, but it seemed like she shied away from his attention.

“It’s no bother at all. I need to speak to Tony anyway and I’m sure he’s down in that lab with the kid. Give me a minute to grab a shirt and I’ll walk you down there.” Stever wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

She nodded and patiently waited for him in the hallway as he walked a couple of rooms down to the laundry room to grab something to throw on. After changing, he gently ushered (y/n) toward the elevator and the two of them rode it down a couple of floors in complete silence. He had so many questions that he wanted to ask, but he decided to keep them to himself.

The two of them found Tony and Peter in the lab busy with whatever they were working on at the moment. Lately, Peter had been improving the mixture that was used to create his webs. It was going pretty well and he was happy with the progress he had made over the past coupe of days.

“Hey Peter. Hey Mr. Tony.” (y/n) happily chirped and Steve could tell that she relaxed greatly by the sound of her heart rate slowing down. That told him that the two of them were pretty close on some level. “This place is huge. I got lost looking for you.”

“Sorry about that.” Peter offered an apologetic smile. “You could have texted me.”

“I did. And called. Multiple times.” (y/n) responded. It didn’t seem like she was too upset by Peter not responding to her.

“You sure did.” Peter pulled out his phone and looked down at it to see multiple messages and texts from her. “I’m sorry about that (y/n). I got too wrapped up in my work.”

“You don’t have to apologize. Mr. Rogers helped me find you down here. What are you working on?” She asked, walking toward him and gesturing toward all the little nuts and bolts surrounding him. Now Steve’s interest has peaked. He wanted to know if (y/n) really knew who Peter was.

“I’m just working on the mixture that I use to make my webs. One broke last week and I fell off a 200-story skyscraper. I figured I needed some upgrades.” Peter responded as if it was no big deal and (y/n) nodded as if it was something they talked about pretty often. So they were closer than he thought.

“Since you’re here, I guess that means I’m taking a work break. See you in a little bit Mr. Stark.” Peter said before getting out of his seat and leading (y/n) toward the library.

“Is that his girlfriend?” Steve turned and asked Tony who had been working on some upgrades for the Tower’s security system.

“Who?” Tony glanced up at him for a split second before looking back down at what he was doing. “I didn’t know he had a girlfriend.”

“The girl that was just in here. Is that Parker’s girlfriend?”

“You can’t be serious.” Tony deeply chucked. “There’s no way a woman like that would date Parker. He’s practically a child.”

“So what are they doing together?” Maybe he needed to take a page out of Clint’s book and hide out in the vents for a little while to see what was going on in the Tower.

“Oh. I think I understand now.” Tony sat down his tools and leaned back in his seat. He was smirking at Steve and he did not like that one bit.

“What do you understand?” Steve nervously rocked back and forth on his heels. This was not the type of conversation he wanted to be having with Tony. The two of them were not close enough to talk about women this way.

“You’ve got a thing for Peter’s admissions consultant,” Tony smirked. He had never seen Steve interested in a woman before and this had caught his attention. “Too bad, she has a boyfriend.”

“I wasn’t interested in her love life.” Steve scoffed hoping that his face wasn’t as red as it felt.

“Sure you weren’t. Then why all the questions?”

“I just thought it was weird that someone was walking around the tower and I didn’t know who it was.”

“There was no reason for you to know. I knew she was coming and that’s enough. I run this ship Capsicle. Let’s not forget that.”

“Yeah yeah Tony.” Steve dismissively waved his hand at Tony before trudging out of the room. “You won’t let anyone forget that.”

He found his way to the training room for the second time that day. It was because he knew that is where Natasha would be. She was one of the few people in the tower he didn’t feel weird about asking things like this.

Sure, he thought (y/n) was cute and maybe he would like to get to know her better, but he had to find some sort of common ground first. It had been so long since he had spoken to a woman in a romantic way.

After being around (y/n) for the next couple of months, there was something about the way that (y/n) interacted with not just Peter, but the entire team that made his heart flutter. She treated the entire team as if they were normal people and not like they were the Avengers. It was hard for them to have friends outside of the compound who didn’t treat them as if they were placed on a pedestal.

Steve could tell that (y/n) really wanted Peter to achieve his goals. He dreamed of attending one of the best universities in New York and (y/n) was doing everything in her power to make that happen.

The two of them had been working on his resume, practicing his interview skills, and writing admissions essays. (y/n) wasn’t cheap at all and Tony heard she was the best so he didn’t mind paying for her at all. As long as Peter was happy.

Over the course of Peter’s senior year, (y/n) had come over at least three times a week. And every time that she was going to be over, Steve made his schedule empty. He wasn’t sure how to describe his feelings, but Natasha smirked and said that maybe he liked her. And maybe Natasha was right. He would not admit that out loud. Especially when the word of the street was that (y/n) had a boyfriend. A very well-known boyfriend who was currently running for mayor.

However, Steve had heard absolutely nothing about the extent of their relationship. So, he decided to ask Peter. Out of everyone in this house, he would be the last person to judge him and at least answer his questions honestly.

He fixed him a glass of cold milk with chocolate chip cookies and found him sitting alone in one of the common areas playing a video game. Steve was surprised that he wasn’t down in the lab with Tony.

“Hey, Peter.” He softly spoke not to startle the kid and sat the snack down beside him. “How is everything with college going? I figured you had been working hard so I brought you a little treat.”

“Thank you and everything is going great Mr. Rogers. All thanks to (y/n). She’s the best.” He replied. “My application and essays were good enough that they’re inviting me back for an interview next month. So we're going to be having a lot of interview practice these next couple of weeks.”

This was exactly the state that Steve wanted Peter in. He was coherent enough to answer Steve's questions, but too engrossed in his video game to really care or remember what exactly Steve was asking him.

“That’s great Peter.” He truly was happy for the kid. After everything he had gone through, he deserved the world. “So I take it that (y/n) is working wonders.”

“Yeah. We were supposed to have a secession tonight, but she said that I deserved a break. Which could be true. Maybe she needs a break too. She’s been over her almost every day for the past three weeks. I think something else has been going on though.”

“Mmhhh.” Steve raised an eyebrow and leaned back into the couch. This was going to be a good conversation. “What’s been going on?”

“Sometimes I can tell she’s been crying. Like she’ll show up and my senses can tell that she cried before arriving. Or when our session is almost over, it seems like she’s trying to hold back tears.”

“What do you think she’s crying about?”

“Her boyfriend. From what I’ve picked up, he’s not very nice to her.”

“Not nice in what way?”

“He always cancels their dates and says that he has to stay at the office late, but he goes and sees other women. I think she has an idea that he isn’t faithful, but she doesn’t want to admit it.”

“How did you find this out?”

“I know he cheats on her. I saw that with my own eyes, but every now and then she’ll leave her phone on the table while she goes to the bathroom and I’ve seen the messages she sends to her friends. They all want her to leave him, but she won’t do it.”

“You saw him?” Steve was fully invested in this conversation now.

“Yeah. I shouldn’t have done it. It wasn’t my place, but I couldn’t help myself. I needed to know. I went to the office and the bastard didn’t lie about being there, but he wasn’t alone.” Peter shuddered at the thought. (y/n) was such a genuine soul and deserved so much more.

“Have you told her?”

“No. Do you think I should? I didn’t think it was my place and then she would know that I was snooping around in her personal life.”

“I wouldn’t say anything about it Pete.” Steve didn’t want him to say anything because he was going to handle this his own way.

“She’s amazing at what she does and I would hate to lose the progress that we’ve made because I couldn’t mind my business. I can’t imagine doing what I’m doing with someone else.”

“I completely understand that.” Steve nodded, taking in everything that had heard.

The next week, (y/n) quickly walked into the tower trying to keep her head down and keep from sniffling too loudly. It was hard to hide things from a bunch of superheroes when they all had super senses. She plopped down at their usual table and began pulling out her notes. The days were dwindling down and soon Peter wouldn’t need her anymore. She was really going to miss everyone.

“Hey (y/n), is everything alright?” Steve walked into the kitchen as if he had no idea that (y/n) wasn’t going to be there. He had more or less memorized their studying schedule. However, he knew that (y/n) wasn’t going to find Peter.

“Yeah. Everything is fine.” She whispered surprised that she had let it go this far. She couldn’t stop the tears, but today was hard. It had been one of her hardest days in a while. Today it was confirmed that her longtime boyfriend had been cheating on her for the majority of the time that they had been together. And she happened to find out in a very public way. “Is Peter okay?”

“He's sick. I figured he would have told you before you came all the way over here.”

“It’s totally fine. If he isn’t feeling well, I’m sure that he hasn’t been on his phone much today. I’ll text him and let him know that I stopped by.”

“I would have let you know, but I don’t have your number…” Steve trailed off hoping that (y/n) was picking up what he was putting down.

“Steve Rogers.” (y/n) giggled through her tears and finally looked up to meet his eyes. “Is this your attempt to ask for my number?”

“No. I was just saying that if anything comes up, I would be able to let you know.” He scratched the back of his neck, happy to see that (y/n) didn’t take offense to him basically asking for his number.

“Well, I have Peter’s number. And Tony’s. I believe I have Wanda’s as well.”

“I hate to point this out (y/n), but look where that got you.” Steve jokingly rolled his eyes. “None of them texted you and you’re here to help Peter, except there’s no Peter.”

“I don’t mind. I’m just trying to soak up as much time with everyone as I possibly can. I don’t know what I’m going to do when Pete no longer needs me.”

“You can always come by and visit. None of us are going to stop you. We all like having you around.”

“Thank you Steve. I really appreciate that.” (y/n) smiled up at him, but quickly looked back down at the ground. She always felt her heartbeat racing when Steve looked at her, but she tried to ignore that feeling because it always made her feel like she was cheating. She chuckled at the thought. How could she be cheating when he was doing who knows what in his office?

“What’s going on with you?” He gestured for her to take a seat so that the two of them could talk.

“I don’t want to dump everything on you, Steve.” She looked down at her hands picking with her nails.

“If you just need someone to rant to, I’m here. If you’re looking for advice, I’m here.” Steve offered. “Whatever you need (y/n), I’m here.”

(y/n) nodded and immediately began telling him everything that had been going on with her now ex boyfriend. When she left, Steve didn’t know what had come over him. The only thought he had right now was anger.

Blind rage.

***

He wanted Leo to be as hurt as (y/n) was right now. Or was his name Levi? Lee? Luke? It didn’t matter what the little fucker’s name was at this moment. All he knew was that he was going to be sorry he was even born.

Steve found himself walking down the streets of New York toward Luca’s home. He knew that walking around this late wasn’t safe, but he didn’t care. If anyone tried to stop him, he would put them in their place without even thinking twice about it. When he got to Luca’s home, he noticed that his car wasn’t sitting outside of his house.

Perfect.

These were not the types of actions that Steve was known for. Maybe this was something that Bucky would have done, but never Steve. In all honesty, Steve thought it felt good to go against what had been ingrained in him.

All he had ever known was being America’s Golden Boy, but now none of that mattered. He was doing something that would make him feel better.

Steve quietly sneaked into the house and made himself comfortable on the couch. It didn’t matter what time he came back. Steve was going to be sitting here waiting for him when he did.

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She stormed into the tower knowing exactly where she was going. She wasn’t here for Peter today. FRIDAY was so used to her presence in the tower that she didn’t even alert Tony that she had arrived.

Walking into the common room, she found Peter sitting about five feet away from the tv playing a video game with Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes.

“Where is he?” She growled knowing that he couldn’t be far from his two best friends.

“Hey (y/n),” Peter paused the game and slowly turned around to face her. “I didn’t realize that we had a meeting today. I double-checked the schedule, but maybe I’m wrong.”

“We don’t have a meeting today Pete.” (y/n) smiled gently at him, but her face hardened when she saw a figure behind them. The three boys turned to see Steve standing there with a pleased look on his face.

“I’ve never seen her angry before,” Sam whispered to Bucky. “I wonder what he did.”

“I don’t want to find out.” Bucky quietly whispered back. He went through almost every conversation he had with Steve in the past week trying to remember if he had let anything slip about what was going on.

“I didn’t ask you to do that Steve.” She was so angry that she couldn’t even see straight. But she didn’t know if she was angry because of what Steve had done or if she was angry because of what she had put up with for the past couple of months.

“You didn’t have to ask me (y/n). I would’ve done it no matter what.”

“Would you have done it if I had begged you not to do anything?” (y/n) started pacing. She didn’t know what to do. There was no way that anyone would be able to tie it back to them, but still. This wasn't the way that things got handled.

“More than likely.” Steve shrugged as if it was no big deal.

“What did you do?” Bucky turned to look at his best friend in horror.

“I mean it wasn’t that bad. I just-”

“Stop.” (y/n) sternly said placing her hands over her ears. “I don’t want to know anything.”

“I want to know everything.” Sam paused the game and turned his attention toward the two of them.

“Look (y/n),” Peter turned to look at his advisor. “The guy isn’t dead. He may be a little rattled, but he’s going to think twice about cheating on the next girl that he’s with.”

“My sweet Peter.” (y/n) turned to look at him with tears in her eyes. “I can’t believe you agree with the way things went down. I didn’t think you were one for condoning violence.”

“I’m not one to condone cheating either,” Peter whispered trying not to meet her eyes. He hated seeing her upset. “I think I speak for all of us when I say that you are one of the most genuine people that we have ever met. I would do anything absolutely if you asked me. No questions asked. Especially if that person wronged you.”

“I completely agree. But, this sounds like a conversation that the three of you need to have alone.” Sam added on and left the room followed by Bucky and Peter.

“So what’d you do to him?” (y/n) asked sitting down on the couch beside Steve. She had calmed down a little bit and was now able to think clearly.

“I’m going to spare you the details, but I can promise you that he will be fine. He’s going with the story that it was a home break-in and I honestly think this is going to help him with the campaign.”

“What made you do it?” (y/n) questioned. She knew what she wanted him to say, but she wasn’t going to put words in his mouth.

“He upset you and I didn’t like that. It wasn’t even something that was thought out. The night after you told me he had been cheating on you, I went over there. He cried if that makes you feel any better.”

“I never saw him cry. Not once.” (y/n) said after a moment of thinking. She wouldn’t admit this out loud, but she was relieved. Even though being cheated on was a terrible feeling that she wouldn’t wish on anyone, maybe now Luca had learned his lesson.

“If I had known that I would have taken a picture for you.” Steve chuckled. “I’m sorry. I should have spoken to you first.”

“No. I’m glad you didn’t.” (y/n) quickly shook her head. Then without even having a second thought about it, she leaned over and placed a soft kiss on Steve’s cheek. “Thank you.”

“I hope you know that you deserve the world. You deserve nothing but good things and if anyone tells you otherwise, let me know. Some people are willing to give you everything and more if you go out looking for them.”

“I don’t think I want to do any more looking for a while.”

“Something tells me you won’t have to look very far.” Steve shyly mumbled back.

“And what do you mean by that Mr.Rogers?” (y/n) raised an eyebrow.

“All I’m saying is that if you’re interested, I would love to take you out on a date. No pressure at all. If you need time to think about it, that’s fine too.”

“Of course, I’d love to go out with you Steve.”

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THE PAINKILER

chapter two; Your too flattering.

THE PAINKILLER SERIES IN CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER CHAPTER FOUR: spider-man. CHAPTER THREE; wedding day. CHAPTER TWO; your too flattering. CHAPTER ONE: THE PAINKILLER THE PAINKILLER: INFORMATION

Play The Promise by In this moment.

TW; bucky falling of train and going bye bye :))

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November 18, 1939.

"C'mon, cupcake." Bucky whined as he followed his wife into their shared room. "Please, just, please let me see your bones." He then grimaced at the sound of that and Y/N just chuckles, putting her fist up and the the bone spikes where unsheathed.

Bucky grins like a little boy who saw ice cream, and ear to ear grin. His bright blue eyes scanning her knuckles as the two bone spikes are out. The odd beauty of his amazing wife's mutation always fascinated him, and always will.

He looked up at her and she lets her bones return inside of her body, his arms wrapped around her waist and he nuzzled into her shoulder. Her warm embrace, something he could never get sick of.

"Barnes, what are you doing?" Y/n Questioned as her husband was clinging to her, her just grins as he peppered soft and delicate kisses on her shoulder.

"Will you ever stop callin' me by my last name, doll?" He chuckles and kisses her cheek, moving to fully look at her.

Y/n raised her eyebrows, and giggles lightly. Her giggles was just something he could never get sick of as well. He truly, truly was a lovesick puppy to his dear and enchanting wife.

"Never."

"Oh you stubborn ass."

She lets out and over-exaggerating gasp, pulling away and putting her hand over her chest.

"I am no ass!" she sassed, and backed up slightly.

Bucky immediately pouted, he walked up to her and said in a sad voice.

"Don't go away..."

It wasn't sad, it was a whine, actually. I whine of 'I am partially sorry but I want snuggles'

Y/n giggles and pushed him away, earning a very, very loud groan from his throat. He puffed out his cheeks, and pouts. Y/n raised her eyebrows and giggles, moving her soft hands on to his cheeks and lightly pinched them, earning a soft 'Hey!' from him.

"Aren't you just a big baby." Y/n teases in a soft voice, all Bucky did was pout even more, he wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her up.

"James!-" She squealed and he held her bridal style, the same way he carried her out of the church after they got married right when she turned 18. All he did was give the biggest and goofiest grin as he carried her to their shared room.

"Awe look at my beautiful wife. Being carried like a big baby" He teased and tossed her body on the bed, then he caged her in by pinning her waist to the bed.

"Your an ass, you know that?" His voice was silky, yet husky. She didn't let that godly voice affect her. She just rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out.

"I'm your ass." She giggles and right then and there Bucky just collapsed on her, his face on her stomach and his body between her legs.

He sighed in content and smiles into he warm, soft and silky flesh. He could smell her sweet perfume, he couldn't get enough of the soft vanilla. He nuzzled into her stomach more, earning soft laughs from his wife.

"Your so pretty..." He mumbled.

"Your too flattering."

Her Y/e/c eyes shined with admiration, and undeniable love. Yes, even though they got married right when they both were 18, they truly loved each other more than anything.

December 25th, 1944.

It was the only time that Bucky, and Y/n got free time from the war. So, for Christmas, they went to walk down the quiet streets of London. He had his arm around her waist as they waked.

It was silent, but sometimes, words weren't needed for them to exchange. The only sound that could be heard was the soft sounds of her heels, his boots, and their dog tags.

James B Barnes

32557038 T42 2B

George Barnes

30922 Stockton

Y/n L Howlett. 39829018 T98 1A James Howlett 98372 Alberta.

She had her head on his shoulder and he had his head on hers. After a bit they sat down at a random park bench, he still had his arm around her waist.

"Jamie?" Y/n asked softly, it was something she had on her mind, her mind a lot. He looked down at her, waiting for her to say whatever she wanted patiently. His steel blue eyes, were soft and patient.

"When...When this war is over..." She started then looked down, then up.

Her voice was soft, fragile and tender as she whispers.

"What if we started a family..?" Once Bucky heard those words he smile and turned fully, he puts his left hand on her soft, and delicate cheek. His eyes are watery, watering from the idea of having a family.

A little one...A son...or daughter. His child.

All he did was press his lips on hers, their lips softly dancing on each other. She melted into his touch, happily kissing him. The feeling of having his lips on hers will forever be euphoric to her. The way he made everything bad melt away, and made her feel like the most important thing.

She needed no words, she knew he wanted this just as much as she did. Their own family.

Oh if only they knew their future.

January 14th, 1945.

It was the day the Howling Commandos conducted the raid on the Arnim Zola's train to capture the scientist.

All of the men, and one woman, looked at the rocky landscape. Steve and Bucky where looking at the wire and the train tracks as the rest readied their weapons, radios and other things.

"Remember when I made you ride the Cyclone at Coney Island?" Bucky asked Steve as his eyes where focused on the train tracks.

"Yeah, and I threw up?" Steve responded as he looked at the rough terrain. "And how Y/n had to carry me?" Steve added on and turned to Bucky.

"This isn't pay back, is it?" Bucky asked, still looking at the train tracks and Steve chuckled as he looked up to the wire that would be used to get onto the train.

"Now why would I do that." Steve said half-jokingly and Y/n rolled her eyes playfully.

"Because it's something you would do." She retorted.

"We were right, Doctor Zola is on the train." One of the men that Y/n never learned to learn the name of said.

The three men were talking, but Y/n didn't hear, or even register anything.

She had a pit in her stomach forming, a dark and deep pit. Something bad was about to happen, but she didn't know what it was.

One of the other Howling Commandos looked through his binoculars and saw the train coming at them.

"Lets get going, because they are moving like the devil." one of the men said through his accent.

Y/n nodded at the men and walked over to grab her rifle.

"We only get about a 10 second window, you miss it we are bugs on a windshield." Steve said firmly, his mask on, and he readied his grip on the handle. Y/n nodded as the men said some other things, and once the men motions its time to go, Steve zipped away. Bucky readied himself as well and zipped off, with Y/n right behind him.

Steve, Bucky, Y/n and the man she knew as Gabe all zipped away, and once they were about the same angle as the train they all jumped down.

The four all carefully walked along the top of the train, Bucky looked over to his wife and gabbed her hand and pulled her in front of him.

Once Steve found the spot to crawl down, he got onto the ladder and opens the door. Gabe perched and had his gun readied as so did Y/n. She looked down at Bucky and nodded encouragingly, still having the pit in her stomach.

Once the two men were inside, Gabe motions for Y/n to join them. She nodded and crawled down, and got inside. Bucky closed the door and she readied her gun. Bucky had his gun in hand and they saw the crates, and how compacted the small area was. They started walking forward, the wedded couple both with their gun in their hands.

Steve had a small pistol in his right hand and his shield on his left, he saw the small doorway and looked between Bucky and Y/n and the hallway. And they continued on, right when Steve walked into the other room a door shut, locking Bucky and Y/n out from Steve.

Y/n's and Bucky's heart rate increased, but Y/n felt her heart drop and adrenaline start to pump heavy in her veins, out of habit she rested her gun, the strap preventing it from falling, and unsheathed her two bone spikes from her knuckles and the two spikes on her elbows, the elbow spikes she never really used until recently during combat.

The two immediately turned around and saw HYDRA agents and Bucky started shooting at them and Y/n engaged in hand to hand combat, using one of her elbow spikes and shoved it through one of the men's skull.

As Steve was dealing with the advanced robot, Bucky was shooting the men Y/n wasn't able to get to.

One of the men walked up to Bucky's small hiding area, Bucky used his pistol and started shooting him as Y/n fought the last man.

Steve used the blaster of the robot he then stunned and shot the door, only destroying one. He ran to the small window and saw Bucky shooting the man with his pistol. Eventually he shot all his ammo and sat back on the wall, in defeat as he breathes heavily.

Steve somehow got the door to open and threw Bucky his pistol. Once Bucky caught it, Steve charged through and used his shield and his momentum to push the crate back, causing the Agent to move so Bucky got the perfect time to shoot him and he did.

And if that wasn't any more of a perfect time, Y/n finally killed the last man.

"I had him on the ropes..." Bucky muttered.

"I know you did." Steve retorted and they turned around when they heard the warming up of the robot.

"Get back!" Steve yelled as he jumped in front of Bucky and pushed him out of the way, using his vibranium shield to deflect the blast. The powerful beam caused part of the train walls to get destroyed.

'FIRE AGAIN, KILL HIM NOW!'

Bucky grabbed Steve's shield, and used his pistol to shoot at the robot. The robot sent another blast to Bucky, causing him to fall out. In the split second he grabbed onto a small, and almost broken bar.

"JAMES!" Y/n screamed then turned around as Steve immediately got up. And in that quick second the robot gave a powerful blast to Y/n's body, shooting her out of the train.

Bucky saw all of it, his wife...his beautiful wife falling off and on a rock spike from the rocky terrain, impaling her delicate body, the body he used to trace at night

The woman, even with her healing factor would surely die. With just plain bones, she couldn't withstand the injuries of her whole entire body being impaled. Her body got small into the distance but he saw her blood, her dark, cherry red blood seeping into the rocks and her organs falling out of her body.

Steve used his shield to destroy the robot and jumped out of the train and onto the side.

"BUCKY!" He yelled as he saw his friend holding on for dear life. He carefully climbed to Bucky and yelled again. "HANG ON!"

Bucky tried getting closer, but he couldn't. The bar started breaking a bit.

"Grab my hand!" Steve yelled and the bar broke even more. "NO!"

And just like that.

James Buchanan Barnes, and Y/n Laura Howlett. His two best friends...gone.

The screams, their screams will forever be etched into his mind.

What could have been, will be on his mind.

How he could have been and uncle to the child they always wanted.

How all those years, he still waited for them to have their own little one.

Now it was all a dream.

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