#steve rodgers x reader
The girl with the golden eyes: Chapter Two
Summary: Steve is still trying to figure out his feelings and trying to put those weird insticts under control.
Warnings: smut, jealous Steve, Bucky
A/N: It’s a little bit more descriptive.
After what seemed like a century with Hydra, taking a break was exactly what you needed. Natasha had come in the right moment to save you from Hydra, but mostly from yourself and all these relentless thoughts of devastating guilt. And you couldn’t thank her enough. You were tired of being Hydra’s pet, you were tired of helping them in their sick cause and most of all, you were tired of being Brock’s pet, his little precious trophy.
You were also thankful to your new teammates. You expected them to be a little harsh on you and frankly, you wouldn’t blame them. If you were in their shoes, you wouldn’t trust a person who used to play for the enemy’s team as well. But they were nothing but kind, sweet and gentle with you. They were doing their best to make you feel comfortable and a part of their team. Almost all of them at least.
It’s been a couple of weeks since your first encounter with them. Now you were an honorable member not only of their compound, but of their regular movie nights, game nights and their lives in general. It was so simple, so cozy, so friendly. You’ve never felt so relaxed and peaceful in your life. And getting to know each one of them was truly a blessing. They were all incredible in their own unique way. You’ve grown closer to them – to some more than to others, but that’s just human nature, isn’t it? You can’t click the same with everyone.
Besides Natasha, who you had so much in common with – your childhood, your interests, your personalities (she was as much of a strong independent girl, who wanted to have fun as much as you were), over the past days you grew incredibly close to Bucky. You knew the reason: both of you were unfortunate enough to have spent a part of your lives in Hydra’s grasp. That was the first thing that brought you closer. You found yourself able to share memories and fears with him that you thought you’d never open up about to anyone. Then the Hydra talk eventually turned into a movie talk, a book talk, intimate thoughts and sex preferences conversations and absolutely everything you could think of.
You knew what this looked like on the outside and you were sure that everyone thought there was something going on between the two of you. But that definitely wasn’t the case. As good as you two got along on almost every level, you knew Bucky wasn’t the type of person you saw yourself with, not for something serious at least. Truth be told, you wouldn’t mind having him as a stress release buddy if it ever came to that – pure physical act, ending with multiple orgasms instead of feelings. He’d be a perfect fit for that, you were sure. And boy, did you need multiple orgasms…
You smiled at the thought while doing your morning ritual after getting out of bed. It was an early morning, so you thought you might go and do some sort of breakfast. Not that you could really cook, but scrambled eggs were one of the few things you could make.
Wearing only a grey t – shirt, a few sizes too big, almost reaching your knees (it was Bucky’s after all, after escaping from Hydra, you didn’t have a lot of personal belongings, so he was kind enough to offer you a few of his shirts after you mentioned how much you enjoyed sleeping in baggy shirts) and a pair of pink bikinis that were neatly hidden underneath Bucky’s shirt, you made your way to the kitchen through the quiet hallways, ready to start making the breakfast.
Steve was walking down the hallway, sleepily rubbing his eyes, when his supersoldier sense of smell was attacked by the delicious scent of something being cooked. Something that made his stomach growl. He took a deep breath inhaling it. It was something fried, maybe eggs. It had to be eggs mixed with something sweet. That was weird. Eggs and something sweet? He took one more deep breath. Lilacs. Fuck. That meant only one thing: Y/N was there. Probably she was the one cooking the deliciously smelling meal. Maybe he should come back later? It was way too early to deal with all the weird reactions of his body. NO. His body didn’t control him. NO. He was in charge. Hiding and avoiding her would definitely not solve the issue. He took one more deep breath for a totally different reason this time and stepped into the kitchen.
His eyes immediately found her. She had her back to him mixing some ingredients in a bowl. It was clear that she hadn’t heard him. She was completely oblivious to his presence in the room. She had her usual sleeping attire – a baggy t-shirt and nothing else. Nothing he could see anyway. Oh how much he hated that attire! He hated everything about it. The way it hugged her thighs and especially the way her pointy nipples were poking through the fabric. He couldn’t see them yet, but he had no doubt they were there just like every other morning. What happened to the good old bra, huh? Didn’t she own any? How inappropriate was that – walking around in a house full of men with her perky breasts completely braless! It was so fucking infuriating! For him at least.
Still standing at the door, he saw her reaching up into one of the cabinets. She couldn’t really rely on her height, when it came to reaching… well anything. She was short indeed. She stood up on her tip toes, obviously hoping for a better access, but the only thing she really enabled was Steve’s eyes access to her butt. He was wondering what she was hiding underneath those stupid baggy t – shirts. Well, it was a perfectly round, small, seemingly tight bum, just waiting for him to put his hands over it, squeezing it, spanking it, painting it red. Oh, he was sure he could cover it with only one of his big hands. He felt a familiar tug in his boxers. Damn it! Not again.
‘Do you need any help with that?’ he asked huskily. Y/N jumped a little, startled. She turned around, facing him. Yep. There they were – those nipples, poking through her shirt. That certainly didn’t help his pants situation.
‘No… well, actually, yes. Could you, please?’ she smiled, her cheeks getting a little redder. Was she blushing?
Steve walked over to her. She didn’t move contrary to his expectations, which didn’t give him any other option, but to position himself right in front of her. Her pointy nipples almost touching his t-shirt covered upper abdomen. She was looking up at his face with those big golden eyes. Jesus. That image was certainly going to hunt him through yet another cold shower. The only thing he was praying for right then was for her not to move any closer… or else she could feel him… she could feel just how hard he was for her.
‘Uhm…’ he cleared his throat. ‘What is it the thing you need again?’
She seemed flushed for some reason. That’s when he felt it or to be more précised that’s when he smelled it. Smelled her. Lilacs and something even sweeter. He couldn’t tell what that smell was. He didn’t care what it was, but he couldn’t mistake the pheromones filling in the air around him, accessible only for a superhuman like him. She was turned on. She was wet, he was sure of it. Was that for him? Was she wet for him?
‘Pepper’ she whispered at first, but then continued more confidently. ‘I need pepper. Someone put it on the top shelf’
He reached out, careful not to touch her, grabbed the needed ingredient and locked his blue eyes on hers once again.
‘There’ he breathed.
‘Thanks’ she answered taking it slowly from him, not breaking the eye contact.
‘Good Lord, what’s that heavenly smell?’ Bucky’s voice interrupted their unofficial staring contest. Y/N jumped a little once again and moved away from Steve, turning her back on him and continuing with her cooking. Steve also moved a few steps back and looked at Bucky. He could see his nostrils flaring. The winter soldier was breathing in the wide mixture of smells in the kitchen. He was a fellow supersoldier after all. Steve could see the realization hitting Bucky’s face and his eyes darkening seconds after that. Oh yeah, he had smelled her. Bucky knew. Now there was another smell, filling in the air around Steve: the smell of Bucky’s desire. He smirked and moved closer to where Steve and Y/N were. Moving past Steve he positioned himself next to her on her right and gently traced his metal fingers along her upper arm. Then whispered in her ear: ‘What’s that heavenly smell, Y/N?’
Steve knew what smell his best friend was referring to this time and it had nothing to do with breakfast. He was well aware of it. For some reason Bucky’s thoughts, Bucky’s desire, Bucky’s body close to Y/N’s, his fingers moving up and down her arm aggravated Steve, it drove him wild. All he wanted to do is tear Bucky away from her. A low growl threatened to escape from his mouth as if he had lost all control over his body, his instincts taking over his brains. But fortunately Y/N’s giggle was the thing that brought his focus on her and that was all he needed to stop the uncontrollable growl from escaping right on time, enabling him to quickly regain his control.
‘Scrambled eggs. They’re almost ready. I’m making extra anyway, so both of you can have a bite’ she answered.
‘Mmm… I would love to have a bite, doll…’ Bucky whispered, smirking. ‘Wouldn’t you love to have a bite, Steve?’
Bucky locked his eyes on Steve’s, still smirking.
‘Yeah. You have no idea, Buck’ Steve answered coldly.
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Screaming Colors // Stucky Soulmate AU
pairing: stucky x reader Bucky x reader
summary: based off the TikTok series by @SerenaIvory.
warnings; fluff, marriage stuff, kidnapping, violence, cheating, angst, language, fighting, potential smut.
word count: 1.6k
a/n: omg I’m so glad you guys are like this series! I’m not going to be sticking to a posting such at all. I’m going to be posting them as I’m writing. some parts might be coming slower than others. super excited !!apology ahead of time for any grammar error or typos :)
After a few hours of research and resources we were able to find out that a group that goes by the name ‘The Flag-Smashers’ is who took (Y/N). One of Sam’s partners out near Libya; Joaquín Torres was already trailing them. He was able to give us the last know location of their hide out. Some abandoned building in Atlanta. Once we knew where we to go; we took off on the quinjet.
Bucky was a nervous wreck. Particularly because he had no idea what we were walking into and if was going to find (Y/N) severely hurt or even dea- Ok yeah, he needed to stop preparing himself for the worst case scenario. That is exactly what his therapist doesn’t want him to be doing.
The quinjet came to a stop mid air, hovering over the provided location. All three of the trained soldiers jumped out and found their way into an abandoned close by. They throw in their ear pieces and spilt up. Sam to the skies, Steve on the second floor and Bucky to the empty garage in the building.
“Sam, do you have visual on anything?” Steve asks
“It looks like some of them just left on one of the trucks parked near the building you guys are in.” Sam replied
“I see one” Steve said
“I see a truck as well” Bucky confirmed
“I’m going to scan for (Y/N).”
Bucky sees redwing flying down above the truck, scanning for any sign of her and the flag smashers. Just as the scanning starts the truck begins to pull off.
“Got em’!! They have (Y/N) in the red one” Sam says
“On which one?” Steve questions
“The red one.” Sam replies
“I can’t see the colors, Wilson.” Steve says, getting frustrated.
“I got her” Bucky says, taking off as fast as his legs can carry him. He’s practically flying down road. He is able to catch up to the red truck, jump on the back and open up the containers doors. He pulls himself inside.
“(Y/N)?” He says looking for her.
“Bucky!” She yells out. He runs to the back of the truck to see her zip tied, no visible injuries. He’s immediately relived, just glad that she’s ok
“It’s ok doll, I got you” he pulls out a knife, to cut the ties around her wrist and her ankles. She looks up at him. (Y/E/C) filled with fear and concern.
“Bucky, you have to go I’m not alone.” She says
Bucky feels himself being grabbed and thrown into the truck behind him. The impact catches him off guard but is able to grab ahold with his metal arm just before falling. He looks up to see a curly red headed girl jumping from the truck, onto this one. Bucky begins to climb up only to be meet by the girl. She pulls in him, she’s insanely strong. She shouldn’t be this string she’s only have his size. She punches him in right in the gut, knocking the wind out of him. Is she a super soldier? Is there more serum?
“Bucky!” (Y/N) yells
“Run! Get out here, Sam and Steve are coming!” He yells back while fighting the curly haired girl.
(Y/N) jumps from one truck to the other, she makes her way to the top. She runs towards the girl, just right feel her arm being grabbed. She looks back to see it’s the man to took her. She throws a punch. He grabs her hand pushing her down.
“Don’t you dare touch her!!” Bucky yells, he starts punching the girl while running towards the man hurting (Y/N). He grabs his arm, yanking him off the truck watching him fall onto the road. The curly haired girl, still coming after him.
(Y/N) seeing this runs towards Bucky knocking them both off the truck. Bucky quickly wraps his arms around (Y/N) He holds her close, protecting her from any impact. They start rolling fast down a hill.
They come to a stop; both catching their breathe. Bucky on top of her. “Are you ok doll?”
She coughs and looks up at him. “Yeah-yeah I’m alright.”
They just stare at each other for a moment. Neither of them moving. Not sure of what to say or how to act. Him laying her wants necessarily awful either, there was no tension. It just felt very calm.
“(Y/N)!” They both recognize as Steve’s voice coming towards them.
(Y/N) pushes Bucky off of her, he picks him self up and helps her up as well.
Steve is booking it towards the both of them. Once he reaches her he grabs her and pulls her in for a hug. “Oh-oh my gosh. Honey are you ok? I’m so sorry. I should’ve been home with you. I should’ve nev-” He rambles on, tears filling his eyes. (Y/N) embraces him. Reassuring that none of this was he’s fault and that she was ok. Steve grabs her face and plants a kiss to her forehead.
Bucky starts to feel awkward, like he shouldn’t be witnessing what is happening in front of him. He offers to go back and grab the quintet to distance himself for just a few moments.
A couple hours later. Everyone is back home. Bucky went with Steve and (Y/N) just to make sure the both of them were ok. Steve makes (Y/N) go rest in bed, it wasn’t even a few seconds after laid her head down that she was dead to the world.
Steve comes back down stairs and makes a beeline towards the fridge. Grabbing two beers for the both of them. Steve pops the top off of one of them, takes a swig then rest his head in his hand.
“It’s my fault.” He states “I should’ve been here.” He takes another swing from his bottle
“She so home now” Bucky replies. Grabbing the other bottle laid it for him. “She’s safe now. That’s what really matters.”
“Yeah..” Steve said. “I guess you’re right”
“Of course I am, I’m always right.” He said with a cocky grin, causing Steve to role his eyes and smirk.
A few moments go by, both of the super soldiers just sitting in silence. The occasional sip of beer coming to ear.
“So..” Steve says “When we’re you going to tell me you’ve found your soulmate?”
A tinge of panic runs down Buckys neck. Steve must’ve remembered when I saw the red truck. Normal people can’t see colors idiot. Does he know about (Y/N)? Shit.
Bucky takes a swig from his beer then looks to Steve. “It happened awhile ago.” He starts to feel his hands clamming up.
“Tell me about her?” Steve asks
“Oh gosh, she’s amazing. Has the kindest heart and is braver than she looks.” Bucky could go on about how he cares for (Y/N) “but it’s doesn’t matter, it’s impossible.” He shakes his head.
“Nothing is really impossible, I mean look at (Y/N) and I. We still haven’t seen colors but I know we are made for each other.” Steve replies.
Bucky immediately feels pangs of guilt crawling up his spine. “What would happen if she saw the colors with someone else?” .
Steve huffed, “Ya know, I’ve asked myself that question too many times.” He takes another drink. “I can’t ever find the right answer. Any answer really.”
“Would you let her go?” Bucky said before even realizing it came out of his mouth.
“I don’t know. It would be the right thing to do.” Steve said.
Bucky looks up at him starting to feel even heavier in his chest. Steve meets his eyes.
“But I’ve lost so much already, I wouldn’t stand loosing her as well.”
Bucky nods at him.
How much more complicated can this get?
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"Get off your phone already, you have been staring at that thing all day"
“Get off your phone already, you’ve been staring at that thing all day,” Steve said in annoyance.
“Jeez Mr. Party Pooper, got anything better to do than kill my vibe?” you said as you looked up from your phone, but immediately went back on it after your comeback.
“Okay I dunno all this teenager vocabulary but what I do know is if you don’t stop staring at that soul-sucking contraption then I’ll have to do it myself,” Steve threatened as he went back to reading the newspaper, holding a cup of tea in the other. You - in the most dramatic way possible - pretended to be completely engulfed in your phone in an effort to tell Steve you would rather die than listen to him... he wasn’t happy about it. “Is that really how it’s gonna be?”
You brought the screen closer to your face, and Steve, as odd as it was, smiled. “You know what y/n? I love you so much.” With an all too perfect smile, he got up to walk towards where you were sitting at the end of the table. He then came up behind you and gave you a hug, bending down as his arms encased you.
Right as you thought this was all too good to be true, Steve blew what felt like a billion raspberries in the crook of your neck, causing you to turn to mush.
“wahAHAHAHAHAIT! STEHEHEHEVE YOU JEHEHERK!” you grounded out in the midst of his surprise attack, your phone, on the other hand, long forgotten.
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What series are you currently working on? :)
right now i’m working on a request, but it’s not a series. watch out for some Bucky angst though, haha. after that i want to write either a 3rd part to “too soon” which could be read as a stand-alone story or update my steve x reader “tinder” series or break the deal between y/n and Thor in my thor x reader “meant every word” so i’m not sure, love. just can’t decide whether i wanna write a really rough smut fic with Bucky or would i rather write some angsty Steve fluff or a heartwarming Thor story, lmao.
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Hello<3 can I request a fluffy Steve Rogers x reader one shot where they’re in a relationship but Steve is spending too much time with Natasha and reader starts to compare herself to Nat and gets so insecure so she start eating less and working out real hard almost injuring herself so when he realize what is happening Steve reminds her how much he loves her body and everything about her please?
all i want | s.rogers
pairing: steve rogers x f!reader
summary: steve is spending a lot of time with nat and it’s making you insecure
warnings: angst with a happy ending, a lot of talk about eating disorders, a lot of crying, non-sexual nudity, steve being a softie and looking after you
note: this was ALOT for me to write hahah especially as i do have an ed myself but it was nice to write something that i can relate to in that way. and i want steve to say all of this to me tbh🥺😭 hope you enjoy! <3
You’re crouched on the concrete floor of the training room, your breathing erratic as you struggle to take a full breath; you’re desperately trying not to burst into tears. You trudge up to your room defeatedly and collapse onto your bed, falling face first into the pillows as you feel that all too familiar wave of self hatred wash over you.
Why don’t I look like her? Why aren’t I pretty like her? Why aren’t I enough for him?
Tears begin to brim in your eyes as you sob softly into your pillows. This past week, Steve’s been spending more and more time with Natasha, even going as far as to ignore you some days. Not that you can blame him really. Look at her; she’s beautiful. And you desperately want to be enough for him.
You start training more frequently, to the point where Bucky or Wanda have to forcibly drag you from the training room as you protest; you barely eat or sleep. And soon enough, dark circles appear underneath your eyes from exhaustion and your cheeks hollow out. Everybody is worried about you, but you brush them off with no more than a I’m fine or a don’t worry about me.
A few days later, Steve finally catches on to what you’re doing to yourself. And he is furious and heartbroken all in one. He pads down the stairs to the training room gently, his expression softening with sadness as he catches you overworking yourself once again, tears glistening in your eyes as you mull over all the reasons why you aren’t enough for him in your head.
“What are you doing down here? It's late.” he asks gently, advancing towards you in the cold room.
“Go away, Steve.” you mutter, putting more distance between you and him. You want nothing more than to run into his arms and let him hold you until sleep overtakes you, but your racing thoughts put a halt to that idea almost instantly. Steve’s brows knit together and he opens his arms for you, expecting you to go to him immediately. When you don’t, he understands why you’ve been doing this.
“Oh, sweetheart.” he croons softly as tears begin to drip down your cheeks.
“I don’t wanna talk to you.” you choke out, turning your back on him. Steve feels absolutely awful. He knows that these past weeks he’s been unfair on you, but he didn’t realise how much of a toll it was taking on you. “Jus’ go back and talk to Nat or whatever.”
“But I want to talk to you, my best girl. I know I’ve been unfair on you lately, and I’m so sorry lovebug. Let me make it up to you.” You shake your head violently, lurching away from his touch as you begin to cry harder. Your body and heart are telling you to go to him, but your mind is fighting for control and you can’t bring yourself to.
“I’m sorry. I never should have ignored you the way that I did. It was mean of me.” His soft tone only makes you want to cry more, so you clench your teeth and swallow the rising lump in your throat.
“Stevie, I don’t blame you if you want her instead of me. She’s so pretty.” Your lower lip trembles as you think about her and you stagger towards Steve; your vision begins to blur and spin and you have to hold onto him to keep yourself upright. He steadies you, worry evident on his face.
“Bug, when was the last time that you ate?” You shrug your shoulders as you avoid his eyes. “You know I don’t want anybody but you, right? You’re the only one for me.”
“I guess.” Your shoulders slump defeatedly. “I jus’ thought you’d finally realised that you need someone better th-than me.” You spit, self hatred lacing your voice. Steve’s heart splinters in his chest at the raw emotions you’re showing him - how vulnerable and insecure you are. He steps towards you hesitantly and nudges your chin up with his hand.
“You’re all I want. You’re so beautiful - every part of you. So perfect. I’m sorry that I made you feel like you’re not. I’m so sorry.” His voice drips with sincerity and a lump rises in your throat again. Opening his arms to you, you practically collapse into his embrace as you shake forcefully, all of your insecurities spilling out as you cry into his chest. A few stray tears escape Steve’s eyes as guilt bubbles inside of him; he can’t believe that he’s done this to you. As your cries die down to quiet whimpers, Steve breaks the tension in the air with a question.
“You hungry, sweetheart? Want me to make you something?” You freeze at his inquiry, shaking your head vigorously.
“N-no. ‘M just tired.”
“Come on, please? You gotta eat something. I’ll make you your favourite.” he insists.
“No thanks. Maybe tomorrow?” you croak, leaning more of your weight against Steve.
“Will you just come and cuddle with me? I’m tired.” you grumble and he caves to your wishes. Hooking his arms under your thighs, he lifts you into his arms, forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist to keep yourself steady.
“Steve!” you squeal.
“You’re tired, aren’t you? So, I’m helping.” You giggle quietly and thread your fingers through his blonde hair as he walks. “I’m sorry, lovebug. Truly. And I love you so much.”
“I love you too, baby. And I know.” You rest your head on his shoulder, inhaling his scent, and soon enough, you’re at the door leading into his bedroom. Placing you on the bed carefully, he helps you out of your training clothes, damp with sweat where you’ve been overexerting yourself.
“Come on, shower with me and then we can sleep, okay?” You nod at his words, melting at his soft and caring tone. He flips the water on and sheds his own clothes, stepping in and pulling you with him. You stand with your back pressed to his chest as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear, letting the warm water rinse the anguish of the day away. He kisses every inch of your body, murmuring soft reassurances against your skin.
“I love everything about you, my sweet girl. All mine. You’re so beautiful.” You could almost cry at his words.
You let him wash your hair, gently carding his fingers through the knots and cleaning it of dirt and sweat and you lean into it, loving the feeling of his fingers in your hair, applying just the right amount of pressure. He washes his own hair as you clean the rest of your body and then you’re stepping out and he’s wrapping a fluffy towel around you to dry you off. He lets you pick a hoodie from his wardrobe for you to sleep in - he knows how cold you always get at night - and you slip it on gratefully before sliding into his bed and lifting the covers for him.
“C’mere baby.” you whine, “Wanna cuddle.” He chuckles at your neediness and slips in next to you. Immediately, you wrap your arms around his bulky frame and bury your face in the crook of his neck as he holds your body flush against his own.
And then, before you can even get a word out to Steve, his warmth and the feeling of his arms enveloping you is lulling you to sleep. You sink into him as you let his presence drown out any other feelings you have, until all your brain processes is him. And then, and only then, do you fall into a heavy, dreamless sleep - the best sleep you’ve had in weeks - back with your boy. Oh, how you’ve missed this.
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Natasha : Hey Sharon, Imma need you to help clean the tower tonight.
Sharon : But...The ball is tonight!
Y/N : Bitch, you swallowed enough balls.
Sharon : B-But...But
Y/N : B-B-B- Bitch.
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Shot at the night
Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader (Biker AU)
Genre: fluff (?)
Summary. You are tired and just want a chance
A/N: Hi lovelies, it's been a couple weeks since the last post, just wasn't feeling like writing, anyway, I bring you this oneshot, hope you enjoy it and please comment, like and reblog. Have a nice week.
You'd seen him around town before, when you come back home during holidays. He's always with his gang, his biker gang.
Your mom always warns you, like all the other moms, still you couldn't help but be a little bit attracted to that bad boy aura.
But you know they are not bad, they just like bikes and cars, and they help the community, even when people are cautious about them. They look so relaxed and happy, and you are so jealous.
Your parents didn't force you to do anything you didn't want. You wanted to study languages? They paid for every single tutor. You wanted to study history? They sent you to the best program in the country.
And still, you weren't as happy as they.
You were grateful for the opportunities they gave you, but something was missing, and you couldn't pinpoint what it was.
'Oh my god, it's so pretty' Your mom cooed when she saw Lisa's engagement ring.
'It suits you' you said 'it's discreet'
Lisa looked at her ring and smiled 'He knows me so well' she murmured and looked at you.
Happy. She was radiant, and a spark of jealousy ignited inside of you, and you felt so bad, disgusted with yourself, she was your best friend!
You cleared your throat and decided to step inside, it was a hot summer day, you felt like drowning.
In the kitchen, you finished your champagne flute, your heart ached.
'Hey, are you alright?' Finn asked.
'Yeah' you sighed 'you bought a beautiful ring'
He smiled sheepishly and headed outside.
You walked to the front door, not having the strength enough to stay any longer. You didn't want her to see how a horrible friend you were. She didn't deserve that.
You walked mindlessly around, not wanting to go back home because you should explain, you just sent your mom a quick message.
You walked till your feet hurt and the moon replaced the sun. It wasn't that late, it was barely 11 PM.
As you waited for the light to turn green, they appeared beside you, they were laughing carelessly.
You were distracted watching them, that you didn't notice the light was still red for pedestrians, and you started to walk.
In a split second, you were watching a car go directly to you, and in the next, you were facing the night sky.
The car kept its way and you realized someone had pulled you back. You heard a groan.
'Steve!' A brunet appeared on your sightline and put you back on your feet.
Not because he wanted to help you, but because you were laying on his **friend.
'Goodness, I'm so sorry!' You shrieked and took his hand. 'Are you alright?'
'I should be asking that' He said and his voice did things to you 'you wanted to die or what?'
'Uhm, not really, I… wasn't paying attention' You said while looking away.
His gaze was so intense that you couldn't bear it. And you looked at the light, it was green now.
'Anyway, thank you and I'm sorry' You shouted while running to cross the street.
You sat in the booth of your favorite diner in downtown, eating waffles and drinking a strawberry milkshake. A tear rolled down and you whipped it angrily.
'So what's the deal? You didn't want to die, but you clearly are not living'
Your head snapped upwards, on the other side of the booth was him, his eyes were the blues you've ever seen. His hair looked so soft and fluffy.
He was staring at you with something similar to pity, and that made you angry.
'What you mean I am not living? I have a job, a wonderful one, I have friends, and... and...'
And still you had nothing. Everyday you came back from work, read whatever you were currently reading, ate, worked out and repeat the next day.
'And I'm tired' You sighed and rested your head on the table, right next to your milkshake.
You watched through the glass and noticed all the lights blurring.
Steve watched you silently, wondering how you came to this point, you were young, beautiful and smart. He remembered you from high school, never actually crossed paths because you were a year ahead.
'Come with me' He left a couple of bucks on the table and took your hand.
Your gaze was glassy but you followed him.
'Where? I don't even know you' You whined, you actually whined.
He snorted and stopped in front of a bike, it was a beautiful one but you knew nothing about bikes.
'You do, or did, I'm Steve Rogers'
Steve Rogers was a nice kid, small, scrawny, always sick, and this man towering over you didn't look like him back then.
'What happened to you?'
He smirked 'The real question is what is going to happen to you?'
He offered you a helmet while mounting his bike.
The air was feral around you, he was driving so fast that you tummy was doing somersaults, but you didn't care, you felt weightless.
He drove you from one bar to a diner and then you dragged him to a wedding chapel, you laughed that kind of laugh that made your stomach hurt.
You sang along some pop song on the radio while eating next to a food truck.
He was funny, smart and somewhat charming.
'I can't remember a time when i was having so much fun' You said.
Steve had lead you to the roof of a bar, because you wanted to watch the dawn. Steve smiled and shrugged of his jacket to put it on your shoulders.
'You are shivering' He murmured.
'Thank you' You murmured back.
He was so close that you wanted to touch his cheek and count his eyelashes.
You didn't know who leaned in first, but you were kissing each other, it was soft and sweet.
You jumped from the sound of your phone ringing, it was your mom.
'I... I gotta go, thank you for tonight' You stepped away from him not really wanting to go, nor leave him.
You ran downstairs as you booked an uber. He didn't follow because he knew if he did, he wouldn't let you go, he just watched as you entered a grey car and got lost in the early morning.
Steve sighed realizing you still had his jacket, but he couldn't care less.
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Dangerous Liaisons - Part 2
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A/N - The thought of Mob Boss Steve. Ugh! Especially writing this, biting my lip so fucking hard, guys. So. Fucking. Hard. *Snort* Hard, get it? No... okay then...
|| WARNINGS || Explicit themes, Language, Sexual themes, masturbation, Sexual thoughts, Sexual dreams, Fingering, Oral sex (male and female receiving), Cockwarming, Palming, exhibitionism, voyeurism (sort of...), choking, breeding kink, Daddy kink, mistress kink, dom and sub kink, Rough sex, angst, violence, bloodshed, bloody descriptions, 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI ||
You cocked your gun, the click signaling the unlock of the safety sounding around the hall. "Shh." You scolded it. It was glinting in the small moonlight that shone through the curtained windows. "A rose gold gun? Really?" You turned to glare at Steve. "Just because we're working together doesn't mean you have to open your fucking mouth." Steve smirked, "No, I'd much rather prefer your mouth wide open, Sweetheart." You rolled your eyes and moved forwards slowly.
Anyone, except for Nat, Loki and Pietro, who had dared to flirt with you in the past had gotten a bullet through the skull, which admittedly, slowed down your love and sex life. You didn't know why you were treating Steve any different, he should've been dead by now. Especially so when you felt his large hand on your lower back as he leaned in, his breath ghosting over your ear, "Your brain noise might expose us, Sweetheart. Maybe stop thinking so much and just live in the moment."
You wanted to push away from him... right? Why were you standing there, absolutely frozen. Why did it feel so good to have his chest pressed against your back, your clothes doing no good to conceal the body heat emanating from both of you. Why did it feel so good to have him near you? You should've hated his very guts, but instead... you were warming up to him. Not good. You shook your head, getting rid of the thoughts that were torturing you.
"That's how you lead? Living in the moment? No wonder I'm more successful." Steve chuckled lowly, "Just by a fraction, Sweetheart." "Is that the only petname you know?" Steve grinned at you, turning you around so that his chest was pressed to yours as he leaned in, breath tickling your lips. "What do you prefer? Darlin'? Doll? Babygirl?" He paused, scanning your face, "Mistress?" He asked and your eyes widened.
Vulgar thoughts entered your mind. Thoughts of having Steve tied to a chair while you strip teased in front of him and watched him squirm. Thoughts of handcuffing Steve to your bed as you rode him like there would be no tomorrow. Thoughts of Steve tying you down, fucking you whenever he wanted. You shivered slightly. You looked back into Steve's eyes which had darkened, much like your own, you assumed.
"What're you thinking about in that dirty, sexy head of yours?" Steve asked as he gently rolled his hips into yours and you let your eyes flutter close. You two heard a crash and you both separated, remembering why you were here, on Ultron's base, to take him out. You glanced back at Steve as he ran a hand through his hair, breathing heavily. You signaled for him to walk behind you as the two of you crept down the corridor.
You reached a door and pressed your ear against it, Steve pressing his, right beside you, his blue eyes were on yours but it was clear he was focusing. The baby blue orbs had darkened to a more navy blue, his skin seemed so soft, you just wanted to reach out and stroke it. Stop it, he's the enemy! Why did your enemy have to be so fucking hot? It didn't help matters that after your meeting with Steve almost 3 weeks ago, Nat and Bucky had started seeing each other again, keeping you awake at night with Nat's moans. You didn't mind living with Nat, Loki and Pietro, but it was times like these that you regretted your decision. Maybe you ought to fuck Steve so they could get a taste of their own medicine.
"I make 6 men." You whispered. Steve scoffed, "For such a young lady, you're ears are old as fuck. There's clearly 7." You narrowed your eyes at Steve, "Six, you Ass." You seethed. Steve took a deep breath, his hand flew out and wrapped around your throat as he pushed you against the very door you two had your ears pressed against a mere few seconds ago. He leaned in, "If I'm wrong, I'm going to fuck the smart ass remarks out of you. I'm gonna fuck you until you can't walk." You took a shaky breath and your eyes glared holes into his.
"You should consider yourself lucky that your still alive, Mr. Rogers. Any man or woman that's dared to flirt with me is six feet under right now." Steve kissed the side of your mouth, feather light and you hated that you wanted more, so much more. "I know why I'm still alive so I'm gonna request you to stop fighting your feelings and just live in the fucking moment, Sweetheart." You shuddered slightly and then pushed him away. "Help me kill the six men inside first then we can discuss whether or not I'll let you fuck me." Your hand gripped the knob, other one on your gun. You turned to look back at Steve, "Who knows, maybe I'll fuck you, Mr. Rogers."
You just saw Steve's grin briefly before you turned the knob and you and Steve walked in, guns blazing. A man shot at you as you ducked, landing on your back as you shot him in the chest. Another one came at you with a knife and you pulled out your own in your free hand. "Well, this'll be fun!" The man striked, you ducked down and swung, your blade cutting a clean line across his abdomen. The man howled and you chuckled, "Don't think this is the profession for you, if you can't take pain, Hun." You stabbed him, twisting the knife in his stomach and for good measure, sent a bullet through his head.
You looked back to see 3 men dead at Steve's feet and 2 more fighting him. You could've helped him, but he wasn't struggling and seeing him crack their necks like that. The way his thick hands wrapped around their throats did something for you. It turned you on. You felt your wetness absorb into your panties and your eyes widened. Shit. Now was not the time for Steve to notice a dark spot on your pants, you hoped that your liquids wouldn't show through your dark, ripped jeans.
Steve turned to glance at you and he sent you a wink and a smirk, God that smirk. It infuriated you and made you want to kiss it off of him. "First, there were seven men. Second, someone wants to have sex." You rolled your eyes, "In your dreams, Rogers." Steve walked up to you, his arm slipping around your waist to squeeze your ass, "Oh, I know, sweetheart." You two made your way further down the room until you came to another door. "Ultron's office." You mouthed to Steve. "I've been here, I know." Steve mouthed back and although you couldn't make out the next word he said you knew it must've been Sweetheart.
You held your fingers up, counting to three before you kicked the door open and the two of you walked in. Ultron's office was empty, yet his window was open. You ran to it, looking out at the large balcony that served as a helicopter pad. Ultron walked into his sleek, black helicopter. You shot at it, trying to hit the engine, but failing. The helicopter took off and you breathed in deeply through your nose. You've trained for this. You looked out at the copter that was still fairly close to the pad. The engine glistened. You shot.
Steve ran to the window, his hand on your lower back as the two of you watched the helicopter blow up mid-air. You took a shaky breath, trying to calm your nerves. This wasn't the first time you had killed someone, but it was the hardest, considering you had just killed your fathers closest friend after his rift with Steve's dad. You gently brought a trembling hand to your face, pushing the hair out of it. Steve spun you into his strong chest, holding you tight to it as you closed your eyes, letting a few tears escape. Why? Why were you being vulnerable? Why infront of Steve of all people?
"It's okay. I've got you. Your dad would've been proud." You looked up into Steve's soft gaze and sincere eyes, "I killed someone he thought of as a brother." Steve sighed, "If he knew what Ultron was planning, he would've wanted you to kill him." You nodded. "Let's take you home, okay? I'll call the NYPD, I have men in there. Have it cleaned up." You nodded again, not trusting your voice. "Hey, look at me." You looked up into Steve's eyes. He leaned down and kissed you softly, your grip on his shirt only tightened, wrinkling the fabric.
The kiss wasn't hungry or needy, it was soft and caring. But that wasn't what you needed, what you wanted. You growled and bit Steve's bottom lip, causing him to gasp and allowing your tongue to slip into his warm mouth. Your tongue massaged his, teeth clashing as you two tried to fight for dominance. Steve's grip on your hips tightened until you felt your skin was permanently imprinted with Steve's finger marks.
Steve pulled back and his hand snaked up to stroke your face. "Not here. Let me take you back home and then I'll fuck the living hell out of you." You smirked slightly, "Can't take my hell away when I've got too many demons." "Sexy and poetic. Lucky me." Steve joked as his hand on your back guided the two of you back to your car waiting outside, none of Ultron's men dared make a move to kill either you or Steve. They knew their leader was gone and that their safest bet was to either plead allegiance to your Mafia or Steve's.
Steve took you to your bedroom, the two of you ignoring the agape mouths of your men. Pietro was the only one who didn't seem to mind, shooting you a wink as Steve brought you to your room. Steve closed the door and then walked towards you, you walked back until your knees hit your mattress and you bounced down onto your soft mattress. Your silk sheets sliding smoothly against your jeans.
"Since I saw you in person that day, 3 weeks ago, I've been wanting to do this." Steve spoke lowly, you chuckled, "Been fantasizing about lil' old me?" Steve growled and the sheer dominance that exuded from him made you gulp, made you slicker down there. "Oh, Sweetheart, I told you, I would fuck you dumb. It's time to do good on my words." Steve crawled ontop of you as you laid down onto your bed. His body was flush against yours and you felt overheated, you needed to take your clothes off, feel his flesh against your own.
"I want you to be as loud as possible for two reasons, A, because I wanna get Bucky back for all those nights Nat stayed over and B, I want all of them outside to know who makes you feel this good." An involuntary whimper left your mouth as Steve's mouth came down on yours, his hands digged into your hips once again and your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer.
You bucked your hips up into his, whining when he pulled his hips back just slightly. "What do you want?" Steve asked, pulling off of your mouth, your chest heaving. "You want me to fuck that pretty cunt of yours? Fill you up so good so that you can feel me everywhere? Want me to fuck you until you see stars? Mark every inch of your body? Fuck you so rough that your begging for mercy?" His words made something primal snap in you. You looked straight into his eyes, "Fuck me until I can't remember my own name anymore."
That was all Steve needed, apparently. He wasted no time, ripping open your mesh blouse in two separate parts. You gasped as his hands found your breasts and he pulled your lacy bra down to run the pad of his thumb over your nipples. Flicking them once and then squeezing them, pulling your breasts up with them. You moaned, throwing your head back into the pillows. A knock came to your door but the two of you ignored it.
Steve's hot mouth left open-mouthed, wet kisses along your neck, sucking on a spot occasionally and biting down on it until it turned a nice purple shade. He moved further down your body, his hand wrapped around your neck and your hands wound into his locks, pulling on them until there was a pleasurable sting for Steve. His tongue found your nipple as he circled it before biting down on it. You arched your back off the mattress and into Steve's body as you felt the sting and pleasure building on the delicate flesh.
Heat pooled in your lower abdomen. Your mind was lost to the pleasure that Steve was giving you. Toys could only take you so far. Steve moved down to kiss your abdomen and he stopped at the waistband of your jeans. He pulled them off roughly and threw them somewhere onto your floor. His mouth pressed kisses along the waistband of your panties. "Steve, don't tease." You warned and he looked up at you, "Or else what, Sweetheart?" You smirked as you pulled him back up, "Or else I'll tease you with kitten licks when you really just want to stuff my mouth." Steve's eyes darkened even more, the veins on his arms bulged and you ran your hands over them.
You looked back into his eyes, yours portraying false innocence. Steve shook his head, smiling. "Fine. You win. This time." You smirked as he grabbed either sides of your panties and ripped them in half, tossing them aside. He pressed kisses to the top flesh and then he sniffed. He looked up at you as he groaned, "Smell like heaven, Sweetheart. Bet you taste as sweet too. Mm, gonna fuck you so good." His mouth delved into your velvety folds as he tried to find your clit. Your throbbing bundle of nerves was relieved a bit when Steve's tongue circled it. You moaned even louder and tried to throw your hips up, but Steve's arm on your lower abdomen prevented you to do so.
Another knock. You both ignored it again. Steve pulled off of you just long enough to stick two of his fingers in your mouth. He watched as you swirled your tongue around them and sucked gently, your eyes never leaving his. He moaned lowly and you wanted to hear that sound way more. You wanted to hear his low moans echo off the walls of your room. You wanted to hear the sweet sounds he made until you had memorized them. He pulled his fingers out, watching as a trail of spit followed and then fell onto your breats.
Steve attached his mouth back to your clit as his fingers slowly pushed into you. You moaned even louder, not caring if anyone heard you. Another knock, which you two ignored again. His fingers, while slow and steady at first sped up their process. You mumbled random things, your brain couldn't compute with the insane amounts of pleasure you were receiving. His fingers curled to find your g-spot as he pressed into the spongy part slightly. You moaned louder. Another knock. Frustrated you screamed out, "What? Can't you tell I'm being fucked here?" You let out another loud moan when Steve sped up even more. You could feel your walls clenching onto his fingers. "Just wanted to say to remember the protection, Boss." Nat shouted through the door and you could hear her teasing tone even through the wood. You rolled your eyes.
You felt yourself about to unravel when Steve pulled off of you. "No, no, Sweetheart. I want you to cum all over my cock." You bit your lip at his words. He stood up and you could see his trousers were painfully tight around his crotch area as a visible tent was there. He quickly slid off his suspenders and then pulled down his pants next. He stripped off his shirt and pulled off his boxers. Pretty soon, he stood infront of you in all his naked glory. You let your eyes rake over his body.
His body was adorned with tattoos, his abdominal muscles gleaming with sweat. Your eyes traveled to his Adonis belt and then lower to his huge, mouth-watering cock. Now that was a cock you wanted in you, not those tiny, silicone dildos. Steve smirked at you as he watched your eyes widen slightly, staring at his cock, "You're gonna take my dick like a good girl otherwise I'll make you take it." You smiled at him, "Rogers, I think you're mistaken. I want this in me, now." Steve had to admit, he had never met a woman quite like you. Although he knew it would cause complications, he was falling for you.
He walked up to you and his hand curled around your locks as he pulled you up, "Suck." You glared up at him, you removed his hand and flipped him onto your bed as you kissed down his body, taking your sweet time. His groans filled your ears and you revelled in the fact that you could make him make those sounds. You moved to his cock where you, like him, wasted no time in taking him completely in his mouth.
Steve whimpered slightly and you looked up to make eye contact with him. Did you just make him whimper? Fuck, that was hot. You bobbed your head up and down on his cock, feeling him hit the back of your throat and trying your best to keep your gag reflexes under control. Your throat finally relaxed for him, his cock stuffing further down your throat. You felt him twitch and then you pulled off of him.
You could feel his glare burn holes in you as you simply smiled at him, "Well I didn't get to cum..." He snarled and you crawled overtop of him, your hands flew out, lightening quick to pin his wrists above his head. One of your hands held his wrists there as you leaned in and kissed him all the while lining him up with your entrance. You slowly sank down on top of him, the both of you let out loud moans that reverberated from your chests. You felt a sting at his girth, but you rolled your hips and you felt the pain slowly fade into ecstasy.
You slightly slid up and then back down on him again. He groaned even louder and you bent down to catch the moans that followed from his mouth in your own. You kissed him messily, your tongues swiping at each other, as you slid faster, Steve's moans got more frequent and louder. The two of you could give less a shit about who was listening. In fact, you two wouldn't even mind fucking infront of them.
You went faster and faster and he helped by lifting his hips into yours, your public bones slamming together as you felt him deeper in you. The coil in your belly tightened, you knew it was only a matter of time before you came. The two of you both knew that you were both close so you sped up. Harsher thrusts, faster thrusts, sloppier kisses until...
You let out a loud scream, your legs trembling and body convulsing as you fell on top of Steve. Your chest heaved with each breath you took and you screwed your eyes shut, just revelling in the moment. Your pussy ached and throbbed, you could feel as it squeezed then relaxed, then squeezed then relaxed. You felt Steve's cum paint the insides of your walls as you milked him, his groans making you a whimpering mess ontop of him.
You lay still for a second before Steve flipped the two of you over. "You think we're done?" He asked lowly, his husky tone sending shivers down your spine. Without warning he slammed into your oversensitive pussy, you cried out as you arched your back into his body. He kept slamming into you, the overstimulation of it all taking a toll on your body but ascending you as, well, as if an out-of-body experience. You knew only Steve could make you feel this way.
His strokes were relentless, his power dominating, his words vulgar, "All you needed was Daddy's cock, huh? Bet no one ever made you feel this good. You may be the Boss, Sweetheart, but I'm in charge right now." Another powerful thrust, "You got that?" You whimpered, your fingernails dug into the skin of his back as you tried to pull him closer. He was so close that your sweaty bodies were sliding against each other, like skates on ice. Another thrust. You could feel that familiar bubble close to popping as Steve kept going.
Finally, he got ahold of your legs as he threw them over his shoulders and leaned in as close as he possibly could without hurting you. You could feel the delicious stretch of your legs and even more of your walls at the new angle. He rammed into you, his forehead close to touching yours as you snaked your arms from under your legs, your biceps touching your outer things. Your hands held Steve's face, his eyes boring into yours. He loved seeing you unravel.
The bubble popped, you were loud, your moans echoing off the confinements of your room. Steve continued to slam into you until his strokes got messier and he released his warm seed into you again, spreading warmth all over your body. He collapsed on your side, exhaustion written all over his face. The two of you laid there in silence for a little while before Steve got up. He slowly walked to your bathroom built within your room.
A few second later he walked over to you, gently cleaning you up with a warm towel and massaging your sore parts until your whimpers died out. He cleaned himself up as well, threw the towel into your laundry basket and climbed into bed with you. His arms snaked around your waist as he pulled you flush against him, he kissed the top of your head. The moment was so intimate, so romantic... your previous boyfriends, although all part of the Mafia like Steve, were never this gentle and loving with you.
It was like Steve opened up himself to you completely, not afraid to be vulnerable. You decided the least you could do in turn was the same, show him the same energy. You gently leaned over and kissed his lips, the kiss sending electricity jolting throughout your body. "Sleep." Steve commanded, although even that was in a soft voice, one that you had never heard him use.
"Glad you two are done. Maybe we'll get some sleep around here." You heard Bucky yell. You smirked and held up a finger to Steve as you crawled out of bed, not caring if you were still naked and you opened the door. Your men and Nat didn't care, they had seen you like this before, nothing new for them. However, Steve's men's mouths opened, Clint fell off his chair. "Yeah, we fucked. He's a great fucker, by the way. So go to sleep. Nat, show Clint and Sam to their guest rooms. And I assume Bucky’s sleeping in your room." Nat smirked and nodded and began walking towards Clint and Sam. You closed the door and crawled back into bed with Steve. The implications of what you two had done would come in the morning.
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Screaming Colors // Stucky Soulmate AU
pairing: stucky x reader bucky x pairing steve x pairing
summary: based off the TikTok series by @SerenaIvory.
warnings; fluff, marriage stuff, kidnapping, violence, cheating, sad bucky, angst, language, fighting, potential smut, drugging.
a/n: omg I’m so glad you guys are like this series! I’m still trying to figure out a posting schedule. I’m going to aim for once or twice a week with this series! not to sure how many chapters it will be!! I’ll be taking it at my own pace!! this is my first time ever writing a fanfic and I’m actually really proud of it. please be nice. apology ahead of time for any grammar error or typos :)
Two weeks later..
You and Steve returned to New York from your honeymoon. Happy was at the airport to pick you both up. He helped you both into the car and insisted on putting the luggage in the trunk himself. Seems like head of security misses his first job some. Or maybe just a force of habit.
You’re honeymoon was a beautiful trip but you can definitely say it didn’t go as expected.
Considering the recent events..
You were an emotional wreck the whole time. Crying whenever you had a moment alone. Which was normally in the restroom or when Steve was sound asleep. Trying to hide the fact that you were now seeing color is incredibly difficult. If not only feels like you’re lying to him, but you are lying to him. Your best friend, your husband. It was even harder to hide the fact that his best friend is the one the universe destined you to be with. Like, some sort of practical joke. Are we’re you going to tell Steve?
“I have a surprise for you.” Steve said, smiling like a little kid. Practically jumping up and down in his seat.
“Oh gosh, what now Rogers?” You questioned.
Happy came to a stop in front of a beautiful brick town house with a a big burgundy door and stairs leading up to it.
“Come on, get out I wanna show you!” He opens the door. You look towards Happy in suspension and he just gives you a wink. Obviously in the know.
You exited the car to see Steve hold up two sets of keys. “I bought it.”
“You bought it?”
He steps towards you, grabbing a hand while looking at you. “Do you remember our first date?”
You shake your head yes.
“Well, I was so excited to show you where I was from. To show you where I grew up, some of my fave places, where I used to get beat up.” He chuckled to himself. ￼”That day, I saw my love for my home in you. That’s when I knew you were a home to me.” He stepped closer to you grabbing your face. “So, why not plant our new life together where it was first born? Our home. Brooklyn.” He looks at you with kind eyes. Kind blue eyes, the blue eyes you used to long to see.
“Well? Can you say something?” He laughs nervously
“Wanna show my inside?”
He smiled so bright and pulled you in for a kiss. Grabbing your hand and pulling you up the steps. Pretty much dragging you.
He put the key in the lock and opened the door to a new life. A very complicated life.
A few hours later..
After Steve showed you around your new home, he had to go run a few errands. Which left you alone in this big empty town house. It was beautifully honestly. White and exposed brick walls, hardwood floors, ironing railings on the steps. Even a beautiful fireplace to keep you warm during New York winters. He must have had Pepper full furnish and decorate while we were on our trip. Everything was cozy and comfortable. She even managed to get some of the wedding pictures already framed and hung up.
Everything you own is here.
Everything Steve owns is here.
We’re together. Married.
Gosh, running and hiding from this would be the easiest plan, best way to deal with it so you don’t have to hurt Him. You could always buy a ticket to some far off country and never be seen again. No matter how much you don’t want too. You had to talk to Bucky. The both of us can’t just go on carrying this massive lie for the rest of our lives. Constantly avoiding each other as much as we possibly can. Ignoring the fact that whatever higher power wants us to be together. The dreams didn’t help. Every since your color came you’ve been dreaming of his eyes. The first blue eyes you’ve seen. A beautiful steel blue, engraved into my brain. Eyes like that only exist in fairytales.
No, this is wrong.
You should not be think about Buckys dreamy eyes.
Ugh, as difficult as it was to admit
You have to talk to Bucky.
A knock on the front door pulls your attention. You walk over and answer.
It’s a younger gentleman, maybe in his mid-twenties. Dressed in a nice suit, carrying a smaller black briefcase.
“Hi Ma’am, are you Mrs.Rogers?” The younger man asks you.
“I am, can I help you?” ￼
“Yes ma’am. Your husband sent me to have you sign some paperwork for him regarding the house. We just need your signature on a few forms, if you have the time.” He replied.
“Oh yes, of course. Come on in.” You said moving out of the door way, directing him towards the living room. “Make yourself comfortable.”
You both sit down on the brown leather sofa. After a few moments of casual conversation he pulls out the paperwork. He shows you where to sign and date.
“Thank you again, Mrs Rogers.” He said
“It was absolutely no trouble at all and please, call me (Y/N).” You smiled at him.
“Can I use your restroom real fast?” He asks politely
You nodded yes and pointed him in the direction of the restroom. Just a moment after you feel your phone buzzing. Pulling it up to see Steve’s contact photo. You answer.
“Hey you. You on your way home?” ￼
“Just picked up dinner. On my way back now. How is everything? Missing me yet?” Steve asked. You can just feel his smirk through the phone
You chuckled. “Maybe a little bit. Everything is fine here. I just finished filling out all the paperwork you had sent over.”
“Paperwork? What paperwork?” He questioned
“Just some forms the realtor needed. The man said you sent him here for my signature.”
“I never sent anyone (Y/N).” His voice is filled with worry. “Is the guy still there?”
Your blood ran cold, heart racing. “The who the hell is in our house Steve?” You whispered.
Suddenly you were grabbed with a rag held tightly to your face. Phone flying from your hand to the floor, you can hear Steve’s muffled yells. You try your best to fight and scream the man off of you but fail. You begin to fade away. Darkness consuming you..
She’s all he has been able to think about about since the wedding. Her beautiful eyes. The way her face lights up when she smiled or laughed. The way she carried herself with Grace. She’s not his though. Not his in the slightest. Not even at all.
To his punk of a best friend
Steve is her husband
Gosh those words send a bitter taste down his throat. Not saying that Steve doesn’t deserve to be happy with someone that truly loves him; but it would be his luck that his soulmate would marry his best friend.
“Maybe this is what you deserve.” He says to himself. Looking up at the reflection in the mirror. Still disgusting with who was made to be. “Yeah, this is definitely what you deserve.”
“Mr. Barnes. Sam Wilson has requested you to come to the Common area. It’s urgent.” FRIDAY announces.
Bucky throws a shirt on and makes his way down to a common area; only to see Steve completely shaken up. Sam by his side, trying to soothe him.
“What’s going on?” He’s asked Sam.
Sam looks up and nudges Steve. His eyes were filled with anger and fear. “It’s (Y/N) Buck..” Steve handing him a note. Buckys heart drops. What about (Y/N)? Is she ok? Is she hurt?? What’s going on?
With shaky hands, Bucky reaches for the note. He slowly opens it to read
“This is all just apart of the process. One world. One people” with a red handprint in the corner of the paper.
Buckys feels the blood pounding in his ears, his vision becoming disfigured as if he was looking through a fish eye lens. Rage is filling his veins. Who would do this? Why would they do this?
“We’re going to find her, Steve” Sam says, looking towards Bucky for some sort of re-encouragement.
“Let’s go get our girl back” Bucky replied.
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Dangerous Liaisons - Part 1
A/N - No, this twas'nt based on the movie, I just really like this name for the title and it fits perfectly. Ok, so I saw a lot of Mafia and Mob AU's, right? And I loved them, but I noticed that the female reader was mainly portrayed as... *weak*, so I always write badass characters and I thought why not simply manifest that into this AU. Also, I can assure you that this fiction is as real as possible as I know a thing or two about gangs. You can't live in Toronto, the 6ix9 without knowing about or being involved in gangs! I present to you a Mob Boss! Reader and Mob Boss! Steve. Enjoy!
|| WARNINGS || Explicit themes, Language, Sexual themes, masturbation, Sexual thoughts, Sexual dreams, Fingering, Oral sex (male and female receiving), Cockwarming, Palming, exhibitionism, voyeurism (sort of...), choking, breeding kink, Daddy kink, mistress kink, dom and sub kink, angst, violence, bloodshed, bloody descriptions, 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI||
Steve Rogers, boss of one of the two biggest, most vicious and most powerful Mafias to have ever existed in America. The man was known to everyone, he was bloodthirsty, cruel, vindictive and most of all, power-hungry. He had the government all lining up at his feet, groveling to him to take them under his power and influence. Anyone who crossed him would be dead with a blink of the eye. He was feared by all, the most feared person in all of America... well... except for you.
Steve had maybe half, more than half if you were being generous, of what you had. Of course, he didn't see it that way but the L/N Mafia and the Rogers Mafia had always contradicted each other, despite the various Mafia codes set in place for unity amongst the mobsters. But that went to hell when the Rogers family began a festering hate-filled enmity against the L/N family. Soon, the two groups split and power was divided equally, that is until you and Steve took charge.
See, the simple difference between you and Steve was that he had feelings, remorse, no matter how deep down he tried to push them, they still managed to surface. You... Ha! Everyone knew that you couldn't be bothered to care about who it was you were killing, even if that involved children. Your heart had hardened so deeply over the years of this business, first killing someone when you were only 6, that at this point you had no emotions. No vulnerability, nothing to hold you back.
That's why many, if not all, citizens of America feared you, you were the very embodiment of evil, simply put. Steve had government officials eating out of his palm, so what? You had government officials, infact the president himself, secured in your back pocket, wrapped around your finger and you were sure that the same would be for each politician to come. If someone dared object you, you had them executed before they could even take a seat in their new office.
Everyone in America knew you were the most vindictive power in all of the country, and although Steve didn't want to admit it, he knew as well. However, with his newfound reputation of being on a powersurge, out for blood, going so far as to killing innocent people as well, he was catching up to the reputation you had worked so hard to build. He was out to usurp your throne and you wouldn't let him.
"Romanoff." You called as you walked briskly to your office, gun on your thigh holster and knife twirling in your palm, a nervous habit of yours. Other girls would bite their nails or twirl their hair, you... you would play with your beloved daggers. You could hear the rambunctious barks of your guard dogs as the newly appointed gang member ran in with food to feed them. The last one had been eaten by your dogs when you caught him hitting them and you gave your babies the signal to kill him.
Your redhead, righthand fell in line with your steps, "Boss." She greeted you. You chuckled, "After countless drunken nights of you taking care of me, and sleeping with you quite a few times, I feel like you can address me by my name." You saw your best friend smirk. In this business, you couldn't risk making friends, but Nat had been born into the Mafia, like you. You two grew up together, knew each other since age 1, one month that is. So you trusted her with your life.
"How do you know I just don't have a boss kink?" You turned to look at her, a mischievous sparkle in your eye, "Well that's new. How's that cute boyfriend of yours?" Natasha snorted, "Oh... things didn't work out between us." You cocked your head to the side as you turned the handle to your office, "Why's that?" "Buck... he's Rogers man." You whipped your head back, gasping slightly, "And that asshole never told you?" "To be fair, when we got together, we didn't do much talking." You sighed, "You ended things for me?" Natasha shrugged, "Family before boys, right?" "Absolutely."
Although you felt bad about it, you knew you couldn't possibly risk your entire empire. Natasha would keep her mouth shut and she didn't take work home, but that didn't mean that Bucky couldn't find a way to get something out of her, something that could cost you. To you, this entire kingdom needed to prosper at any costs. "You got intel on what Rogers is planning next?" Natasha sat down on one of the chairs opposite yours behind the large, mahogany desk, she perched her feet onto the desk. Getting her own dagger out, she began to carve patterns into her black jeans lightly.
"All I know is that he has good men on his side. Men that could've proven valuable to us but that blonde dumbass got to them first." You shook your head, laughing under your breath. None but Nat have heard you laugh. A knock sounded on your door and your smile dropped to the menacing glare you always wore. You walked over to the door, throwing it open, "What?" Two of your men had a bloodied woman in their arms. Her head hung low, almost as if she was unconscious.
"She was hired to assassinate you. Won't talk. Thought you'd like to handle this yourself." After Nat, these two were the men you trusted most, you nodded a thanks at Loki and Pietro. Grabbing the woman harshly from their grasp, you kicked the door shut as you shoved her onto the floor. "Name. Now. I'm not as nice as my men there, Sweetheart." The woman glared up at you, she tried to spit in your face but you stepped back just in time. Your fist swung across her face before she could even register it. She stumbled onto the floor, her blood splattering on your marbled floors as she coughed.
You grabbed her by the back of her head, her hair tangled painfully in your fist as you made her look at you. Natasha sat calmly on the chair, paying no attention to you two. "Who're these men?" You asked Nat as you squeezed the woman's face together. "Who sent you?" You asked, venom dripping from your tone. The woman tried to put up a brave facade but she shivered. You held her up with one hand and got your dagger out with the other as you let the cool blade press against her cheek slightly. Her lips remained shut, you dragged it and saw as she shook when the deep cut immediately started to pour out blood.
"Who?" "Samuel Wilson, Clint Barton, James Barnes a.k.a Buck, and he managed to turn Tony to his side." You pressed the blade in the crook of the woman's neck. "Tony, that fucking traitor." You spat, eyes narrowed at the woman. "Who?" You let blood draw and she let out a small sob, "Name is Dina. Was sent by Mr. Rogers to take you out." You dropped the woman onto the floor as she curled into a ball as you glanced at Natasha. "Get your ex on the phone. Tell him I wanna meet Mr. Rogers."
Natasha blanched, "You sure, Boss? Man's got a death warrant pinned to your back. What if he kills you?" You chuckled darkly as you started to carve the blade into the woman's face, intricate, grimy work as you tried to peel her face off. "I'll kill him first." Natasha smiled and nodded, standing up and rushing out to make the call. Meanwhile you delicately peeled off the woman's face, your hand dripping with crimson liquid. "Loki!" You shouted. Immediately the door clicked open, you knew he would be standing outside, waiting for your next orders. You threw the face at him as he caught it, looking down at it with a hint of disgust. "Have that framed. Want everyone to know what happens to those who cross me."
You stood at the threshold of your largest base, your men on either sides of you and Natasha standing right beside you. The car and its entourage vehicles skirted to a stop as you saw a man get out. He had blonde locks, brown at the roots and his hair grew out, flipped to one side. His baby blue eyes landed on you, his eyes raking over your body once as he smirked slightly. He had black trousers, black suspenders holding them up and a sharp, white shirt under it, arms rolled up to show his tattoos and strong forearms. Everything about this man screamed, "pristine, perfect".
He made his way over to you, a man with long brown hair and exotic, blue eyes followed. You knew him, he was Bucky, you had met him once when he was fucking the shit out of Nat. You had walked in on them, accidentally, of course. Another man with chocolate skin and darker eyes walked alongside Bucky. "Mr. Rogers." You greeted with a curt nod and a forced smile. "Ms. L/N. I gotta tell ya', was not expecting this. The photos don't do ya' justice."
You felt warm, like your skin was on fire, probably because you were already annoyed with this man. Your teeth gritted together, "I can assure you, Mr. Rogers, I might be pretty but I have terrible temper issues and a sharp knife. Best not to test me." Steve grinned at you, his pearly, white teeth on perfect display. "Oh, I'm so sorry. Do lead the way, Sweetheart." The way your stomach flipped when he called you that, it was probably because you were so damn disgusted by that nickname.
You turned on your heel and walked, exuding an air of confidence and rendering terror in the newer recruits and lower-level members hearts. Steve slowly fell in line with you, his men, including a blonde man with brown eyes, and your men... and woman surrounding the two of you. "I was surprised to hear that you wanted a meeting." "Simply to discuss some pressing issues, don't get ahead of yourself." Steve's hand felt hot on your lower back and your arms itched to pin his behind his back so that you could slit his perfect throat, although, you admit that your hand would look better around it... to strangle him, of course.
He leaned in, his hot breath on the shell of your ear, "Oh Ms. L/N, there are always more things to do then just discuss business." Steve shot you a wink and you rolled your eyes, your willpower crumbling by the minute. Soon enough, you couldn't control the urge to kill this gorgeous man. The group of you reached one of your many breifing rooms as you pressed your fingertip to the door, it scanned and the metal door swung open, all of you walking inside. Once Clint, the last man had made it inside, the door locked.
"Sit." It was more of a demand from you rather a pleasant gesture. Steve, still smiling slightly, pulled out a chair on one end of the long table and sat down in it. Legs open, almost as if he was inviting you to sit between them. His eyes flitted up to yours, that damn face unnerved you so much, maybe because he was so handsome... uh, ugly, you meant ugly...
You sat down on the other end and clasped your hands together. "Let's just get straight to it." "A woman that doesn't beat around the bush, my type of woman." Steve spoke, shooting you another wink. You frowned, "Mr. Rogers, there was an assassination attempt on me yesterday. The woman confessed to being sent by you. I don't take lightly to almost being killed." Steve nodded thoughtfully, "No, I'm sure you wouldn't." He paused and looked up at Bucky, his eyebrows furrowed. "Did I ask you to hire an assassin, send one to take out this pretty woman?" Bucky shook his head. Steve looked over at Sam, "You?" Sam shook his head, he repeated the same question to Chris who also shook his head.
You shook your head, chuckling darkly, "Nice act you put on there, just now, Rogers. Problem is, it doesn't change the fact that there's a dead woman being disposed of right now and a gory face framed on display in my lobby." Steve's smile dropped, he was suddenly serious. The way his eyes darkened and his jaw flexed, God, you wanted to jump straight on him... to bash his head in, of course.
"Look, I may not show it, but I really admire you. I mean, getting the low thugs to respect you makes sense 'cause they've seen their own single mothers struggle. They respect all women. It's the others that makes me so surprised to learn that they respect you, a woman, in charge of them. Granted a dangerous, sexy as hell woman, but still a woman. I admire you, that takes guts and patience, Sweetheart." Your heart poudned loudly into your ears, no one had ever complimented you so genuinely in the way that Steve had.
You pushed that thought aside as you stared at Steve, "Well... if you didn't send her, who did?" Your men busted open the door and you looked over at them, your vexation showing clearly on your face. "So sorry to bother ya' Boss, but we've got news. News that Mr. Rogers might wanna hear as well." You were about to ask what when Natasha stood up, her chair scraping against the steel floor of the room, Bucky not far behind. "Son of a Bitch!" They both stated together, loudly. Almost like when you heard their moans on countless nights.
"What happened?" You and Steve asked together and when your gazes met, you felt something you couldn't describe... like pure joy? No, that wasn't it... maybe you were still high from the Coke sample Nat had brought you. "You know Ultron?" You and Steve nodded and then the two of you noticed each other nodding, a frown etching on both of your faces after that. "How do you know him?" You both asked at the same time. "Family friend." You both said at the same exact time again. It was as if your responses were synchronized.
"He was Dad's best friend." Steve spoke, your frown only deepened, "He was my dad's best friend as well..." the two of you glanced at each other. "He stole valuable files." Bucky spoke. It didn't make sense, he was always so loving and comforting towards you, why would he? Unless... Finally your eyes widened, you were known to figure out crimes and people like a puzzle, it was simple for you. And you had figured Ultron out. "That Ass! He was both of our fathers' close friend, right? Well, he probably wanted the empire for himself which is why he was trying to get us to destroy each other so once we did, he could take the throne." Steve blinked, "You got all that from the fact that he was both our fathers' friend?"
You shook your head, "That and amongst it other things. Would he ever joke about how your father betrayed him by passing the Mafia on to you?" Steve nodded, finally catching on, "Guess it wasn't as much of a joke as we thought, huh?" You growled, this motherfucker was going to get it now. "Well," You looked up at Steve, "Guess we're working together, Ms. L/N."
Natasha looked over at you, wide-eyed, a green ring around her black pupils, their enlargement, no doubt because of mistrust and anger. Anger that you were considering this, she could tell by your face. You gave her a nod, letting her know that everything would be fine. You two would kill Ultron and his misfit gang, then the two of you would part ways and become rivals again. Simple. Except you couldn't even fathom how far from the truth that was...
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I should of told you
Steve Rogers x reader
Word count: 3k
Note: based, again, off a tiktok idea. I'm loving the POVs on my fyp 😂
"Staying for lunch?" Pepper asked you as you got out of the car. "Please!" you replied, watching the kids run off to Morgan's playhouse behind the house. It was sweet. The kids being such good friends, especially considering you and Tony were good ones too. Remaining that way throughout the snap. The kids were blessings to come out from the last five years.
Seven years really. Considering Steve had been on the run for two years before that. Yes, life had been somewhat tough the last few years. It was hard to think about, but that was ok. You got your son from it all and that was good enough for you.
The front door opened to your apartment, something that was unusual. No one you could think of who had a key would be coming in. Turning the corner, you saw Steve. "You're ok" you exclaimed, running to him and hugging him. Tears slipping down both of your cheeks. His too as you stood in each other's embrace.
He had phoned you after Wakanda. As soon as he got to a phone, he rang you. He had to know. That you ok, you were alive. Not gone, not like Bucky, Sam, the others. Once he knew you were safe, he promised to be back soon. Then you could both talk. Soon was now. You had missed him, so much. You understood why he was on the run and what it meant.
It meant sneaking around to see him, to try at least. It didn't happen very often but you made each time count. Like now. But now, he was home. No more running, no more hiding. Finally, your lives could move on together.
"We need to talk" he whispered into your hair. His voice cracking a bit as he spoke. That only happened when he was worried, why was he worried? Pulling back, you placed a hand against his cheek. "You shaved" you whispered, smiling. Hoping he'd calm down. But it didn't. His heart was racing, and that was saying something.
"We need to break up" he whispered, eyes falling down. Head-turning away from you. It didn't register. After everything, everything! And he wanted to break up. Not when he needed you the most. "This is the grief talking" you whispered, he had lost a lot these past few days. So had you, to be fair. "No, it's not. I've been thinking about it for a while" he explained. "No Steve. We are happy. Don't do this. We were planning a house, a life together" you didn't understand, why was he doing this.
Pulling back from your embrace. He watched you for a moment. Watching your heartbreak, eyes watering, mouth opens slightly. "We can't keep doing this. It's not fair on you, or me. So we have to stop and let each other go" he whispered. His own heart breaking, but for now he had to be strong. You shook your head. "No, Stevie. No. Please, don't do this." You hated begging, but if it what it took for him to stay.
"I'm sorry" he whispered, turning and leaving. Once the door closed, you placed your hand on it. Leaning your head against it. The tears slipping down your cheeks again. You didn't understand, you didn't understand!
Neither did he. He didn't know why he did it but he knew he had to. He leaned his back against your door too. Crying softly before pulling himself together and walking away slowly.
That was five years ago. You found out you were pregnant a week later. Groaning as you thought of the last hook up you had had with your boyfriend. You wanted to tell Steve. You kept meaning to, you wanted him there. To see the baby scans at the appointments. To feel his baby kick. To meet his new born once you had given birth. His baby boy.
But you just couldn't bring yourself to phone him, to text him or find him. Instead, you just kept everything. Scrapbooking it for the day you finally did tell him. But your son knew who his father was. While Steve may not have been in the right place, your son was. And you'd never hide his father from him.
So when Steve pulled up in Tony's driveway, you weren't expecting it. You nearly spat your drink all over Tony as you watched him get out of the car. He looked good, he always looked good though. "Fuck" you whispered Tony, spotting the issue and sighing. "Does he know?" he asked and you shook your head. "Go get the kids, I'll distract him" he promised, understanding the situation. While he may have stopped Steve from speaking to you. It didn't mean he didn't see you. Noting you looked good too.
After an hour, he found you out the back of the house. Leaning against the house as you watched the kids play. "Hi," he said awkwardly, leaning against it too. Some distance between you both. "Hi" you whispered back. Eyes fixed on the kids, you couldn't look at him. You knew you'd cry. "You look good" you added. Not wanting to be rude. "So do you" he replied, his eyes drifting to the kids. Who were walking along tree logs and jumping off the end. "They are playing explorer" you explained. Knowing the game looked like nonsense.
"Looks like fun" he chuckled. Cracking his knuckles before commenting, "I knew Tony and Pepper had a daughter. Didn't realise they had a son too." As he spoke, Morgan ran over to collect a ball, the game-changing now. "James isn't my brother, silly," she told Steve before running away to bring the ball back to your son.
Steve paused then. Watching them for a minute. Not understanding for a moment. Looking to you then, you could feel his eyes on you. Studying you, you did your best to keep a straight face. "How old is he?" he asked then. Breaking the silence.
"Steve -" you started to say.
"No, how old is he" this time it was asked with a bit more force.
"Almost 5" you whispered, seeing no point in saying anything else. It would be no use. He deserved to know.
His eyes moved back to the kids then. Maths working in his head, doing the numbers. They played so happily together. He noted the blonde hair on the boy.
"I was pregnant when you came back to New York after Wakanda" you whispered then. Deciding it was finally time. "But you were so set on ending things that day. You said your piece and left, that was it. So when I found out, I couldn't bring myself to tell you, to bring you back by telling you. So I let you go."
You knew it wasn't right. Keeping him from his son but you always guessed you'd end up back together. That he'd show up a few weeks later and beg for you to get back together. But it never happened. "I should have told you sooner..."
"Does he know?" Steve asked, eyes never leaving his child. His child! He had a child, something he had desperately wanted, once upon a time. "James!" you called out then, the little boy running over and landing in front of you with a jump. "Yes mommy?" he asked. Grinning up at you both, Steve couldn't help but give you a confused look. Morgan ran inside then, leaving you three altogether.
"You want to introduce yourself sweetheart?" you gestured to Steve.
He nodded with such enthusiasm. Clearly, he got that from you, Steve hoped he got your sense of humour too.
He turned to Steve fully, puffed out his chest and said in a clear voice, "hi, I'm James Rogers. I was named after James Buchanan Barnes or Bucky for short. Who was my daddy's bestest friend in the whole world. Mommy said you weren't ready to meet me yet. But you must be ready now? Yeah? I hope so, cause I really want to meet you!" he held out his hand to the man who was his father.
Such manners. Even in a time like this.
Steve dropped to his knees then. "Yes," Steve whispered. Taking the boy's hand and shaking it. He had a strong grip, no doubt from him. "I'm more than ready, pal" at the sound of those words, James jumped into his father's arms. The pair squeezing each other tightly as you watched. Guilt washing over you then. You had stolen almost 5 years of fatherhood from Steve.
Tony had denied Steve's request, leaving Steve lost for words. But it did mean he could focus on other things. Like his son. "We leave 20 minutes from here. Want to come back? Spend the evening with him" you offered Steve. Who jumped at it. Climbing into your car and heading back to your house. He sighed as he saw your house. It was the one you had planned together. Out in the country but still near the city. Big enough for a family, a nice garden, room for a dog. You had still gone ahead with the dream. But he pushed the thought of it all away, focusing on James instead. Spending the evening playing Lego with James. Building stuff with him before and after dinner. You watched them play, smiling at how happy they were.
"Mommy, can he read me a bedtime story tonight?" James asked, holding his favourite book in his hands. How could you deny him or his father any more time spent together? Even Steve grinned as he walked up the stairs with James. Holding his little hand as they walked. Reading the story and then tucking him in. You found him then, standing at the half-closed door for a while then. Watching the little boy sleep.
"I took out some boxes for you" you whispered, his head turning to you. "I never got rid of anything. I have all the hospital stuff, baby photos, drawings and stuff" you explained, hearing him follow you downstairs to the boxes. He sat at the table and started going through the stuff. Smiling at the pictures and drawings. Taking his time going through the boxes.
"I'm sorry" you whispered, placing a coffee in front of him. He looked up at you from the photos. "He always knew who you were, always. I'd tell him stories every night about you, Bucky, Sam. All about you in the war. He's seen some of the movies from the war too" he chuckled at that. God, that was embarrassing. "His birth cert says, Rogers. He is yours, no doubt about that" you promised, which he nodded to slowly.
You had almost expected him to shout at you. To curse you for never telling him. But instead, he sat there, silent as he took everything in. "I didn't want to trap you. Not when you were already wanting to leave. Not when you already made your choice. Even if I thought it was wrong" you sighed, running your fingers through your hair.
"I hate that I left you" he spoke then, shifting in his seat. "I hated breaking up with you, I just didn't want to hold you back. I should have stayed. Never left. I'm in the wrong, if anyone is at fault, it's me" his eyes never left yours. His hand stretching to yours, taking it slowly and squeezing it. "I should have been there for you, for him" he added.
You moved then and hugged him, shaking your head. "No, let's not dwell. Please, it's too painful. I think we are both somewhat wrong. You weren't in the headspace for a child then" you both knew that to be true. "I am now, I want to be here for him. Be his dad, a father he deserves" it was almost like he was asking permission. "We'd both love that."
"Can I stay the night? See him in the morning. Get to know him better" he asked. Again wanting permission. "You just want to finish the Lego building, more than he did. Might I add. Be honest" you teased, making him laugh. "A little" he whispered. "I'll sleep on the couch" he offered but you shook your head. "No, no need for that. I have a perfectly good king size bed upstairs" you told him, standing and pulling on his arms for him to follow.
He began to protest as he stood. You hadn’t been together in so long, he couldn’t just slide back into your bed. What would James think if he woke and came into you? He didn’t want to send the wrong messages to the boy. Of course, he would love nothing more than to pick up where things left off. Join your little family, be a father, marry you. Maybe even give James a sibling or two.
"Steve" you chuckled, pulling him again closer to you. "Like hell, if after 5 years I'm letting you sleep on the couch." He smiled and took your hand properly, following you upstairs to sleep. Passing the sleeping child as silently as possible. Lying beside each other that night, everything felt right. Well as right as things could be in the current world. You even began to whisper plans to one another. Steve could move in, James would be starting 1st grade soon. Still, plenty of time to make up for all the time you had lost together.
“Pancakes!” James cried happily as he sat at the table, the next morning. A smile on his face as he saw the stack of pancakes in the middle for you all to share. You smiled too, as did Steve. The first family meal you’d all be sharing properly together. There was time to talk to James about everything. For now, pancakes.
Steve’s phone rang as you were all tidying up. His brows knotted together as he answered, “Tony?” he said. You didn’t listen to the conversation, instead, you cleaned the sticky hands and face of your son who had insisted on extra syrup. “He figured it out” Steve said as he hung up. “We might be able to bring everyone back” he whispered. The thought almost too much. He looked at you then, he had just gotten you back and now he was leaving again. God, he was awful. “Come back in one piece to me” you whispered, stepping closer and kissing his lips. A promise he intended to keep.
The phone call after the fight was worse than it had been five years ago. His number flashed on your phone and you answered quickly. “We did it, doll,” he said, sounding pretty beaten up but who cared. Not everyone made it though. Nat. Tony. Two friends who sacrificed themselves for everyone else. Two heroes.
It was bittersweet, after Tony’s funeral. Introducing James to Wanda and T'Challa, two of your close friends. Who were only delighted to meet their new little nephew. James grew tired of the talking, looking around he saw his father, pulling on your sleeve to get your attention. He pointed to Steve, wanting to go over to him. Once you nodded, he was off in a flash. Being half super soldier was no joke.
James was yet to see his father since the battle, only briefly during the funeral. But now he could see him freely. Launching himself at the man and hugging him. “Daddy!” he said happily as Steve caught him. Barely by the looks of it, making his two friends chuckle. “So this is the little man,” Sam said, James, nodding as he held onto his dad. Shaking both his uncle's hands politely and chatting with them. All the men fusing over the boy happily.
“I need a cool nickname too,” James said to you, as you joined them. Who by now was sitting on top of Bucky’s shoulders. Head resting on top of his namesakes. “Pardon?” you said, unsure if you were coming into a conversation. “Cause Bucky has one, I need to be cool like him!” the child waved his arms around like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Wanting to be like the man he was named after. “We’ll think of one, buddy” Bucky promised, grinning like the child on top of him.
"Is daddy coming home with us?" James asked as everyone moved to their cars to leave. Looking at each other, you bit your lip but nodded, as did Steve. Which pleased the child. "And uncle Bucky?" he added as he came into your arms. This shocked the man in question. “What?” he asked, unsure what the child was on about. “We had a room made for Bucky. In case everyone came back” you explained, squeezing your son.
The look between Steve and Bucky didn’t go unnoticed by you. They couldn’t believe how considerate you were. You named your son after him, had a room prepared for him, you were so welcoming and open to him. He only knew you briefly, before his disappeared. You came to Wakanda with Steve for a visit. You had both hit it off right away, becoming fast friends. As Steve knew you would. “We didn’t want you to be alone, Sam has family back home. You don’t. Or well didn’t, now you do. Us” you smiled, James clapping a bit at the thought.
“So let’s go home,” you told them all, Sam agreeing to the night. So off you drove home, with your boys. All of you back together. Finally.
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Should’ve Known Chapter 9
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own Wanda or Steve they are owned by Marvel, I don’t own the gif either.
WARNINGS:Angst, Swearing, the stages of grief, loss, dark themes, 18 + from here on out.
WORDS : 5,144
SUMMARY: You finally remember that fateful day and Wanda meets Agatha.
In case you missed last chapter
You passed through the barrier with ease, almost as though it were a long lost friend. You barely stumbled as it passed through.
A moment ago the place where you stood was littered with SWORD agents and SWORD tech and vehicles. Now it was replaced with a circus.
You couldn’t help but laugh a little at that. You looked around to see if you could see Hayward dressed as a clown, much to your dismay it looked as though he got away from the unexpected barrier shift. Which begged the question, why did Wanda shift the barrier?
You knew she wouldn’t expand on a whim. Your bet was that either she couldn’t help but to expand or it had something to do with Vision.
Your money was on Vision.
You continued to stroll through the newly found circus, admiring how much detail went into it when you happened upon the answer to your question.
You saw the magenta man laying on a bale of hay next to an empty but running funnel cake truck. At the thought of funnel cakes your mouth starts to water, you would gladly give up your dominant arm for a funnel cake at that moment.
You only had funnel cake a few times, the first time was with Natasha almost immediately after she and Nick recruited you for a Jr. SHIELD apprenticeship. She had taken you to a festival upon hearing that you had never gone to one, she considered it a personal crime.
You remembered how she laughed at your expression after you took the first bite.
You smiled fondly at the memory before you felt a pit in your stomach form. Reminding you that she was no longer there, that there would be no more festivals and funnel cakes with your adoptive older sister. The feeling of loneliness starts to creep up on you before you saw Vision shift slightly on the hay.
You knew that you finding Vision near a running but seemingly forgotten truck wasn’t a coincidence. Nothing in the Hex was. It was always either Agatha’s doing or Wanda’s.
You were willing to bet that this was Wanda telling you to drive into town and to bring Vision with you.
The message was received loud and clear.
You carried Vision from where he slept on the Hay and gently placed him on the passenger’s side. After buckling him in you made your way to the drivers side. You silently thanked Wanda for not making it a Stick and began your drive to Westview.
Wanda knew you were back, she could feel the real you outside the barrier and made sure that you weren’t hurt. She didn’t want your mind wiped again, she didn’t want you to become this mindless puppet anymore. Wanda sent everyone in Westview to bed, the children included.
She ignored her ‘brother’ as he asked what she was doing. Wanda dragged her feet as she walked back to her home. She opened the door and saw her magic already at work with rearranging her home into a more modern setting.
Usually Wanda loved the redecorating, but she just couldn’t seem to care enough to look for more than a few seconds.
Wanda got under her covers, not bothering to change out of her uncomfortable costume or make up before getting in. She didn’t see the point of keeping up the pretense that she was ok any longer.
She laid in the bed and stared at the ceiling, thoughts of you and Vision plagued her mind. Her head turned to the empty side of her bed and felt the pain of loneliness hit her.
Wanda never could sleep alone. Growing up her brother Pietro and her had to share a bed since there was not enough room in their small Sokovian apartment for more than two. For a while she had grown used to sleeping alone while volunteering for HYDRA. Then Vision came along and seeing as he never really needed sleep he just stayed with her until she did. She had slipped back into the routine of depending on sleeping next to someone again. Then Thanos took him away and once again she had to get used to sleeping alone. Wanda tried sleeping on the couch and watching sitcoms, tried sleeping with a body pillow. They worked a little but nothing compared to having someone next to her, ready to hold her and remind her that everything was alright.
You did that, without a second thought you slept next to her all night and held her hand. You woke her up when she started to replay Vision's death in her dreams, the battle of Wakanda, turning into dust, coming back and finding Tony and Natasha dead. You rescued her from reliving through those memories at night.
Wanda felt guilt weigh on her chest like an anvil when her heart began to flutter like butterflies at memories of you.
Wanda wasn’t a fool, she knew that she had begun to like you a little more than she should. You were still recovering from Steve’s betrayal. Steve had been your first love much like Vision had been hers. But somewhere along the line, your face became the highlight of her day most days. Your genuine smile was infectious. Your hands holding hers helped bring Wanda back out of the darkness.
Wanda would always love Vision, she knew this, and part of her felt like these feelings that she harbored were betraying the man that she loved.
The other part told her that you would never forgive Wanda for what she has done. That you would never forgive her for pushing you away, for enslaving your mind like every person in Westview.
Wanda made you drown in her darkness with her. For that Wanda could never forgive herself.
“We know you have him.”
“I’m sorry like I said-” The man was caught off when your hands slammed against the counter, not enough to shake anything big, but enough to cut the man off.
“Listen to the lady before I make you.” You usually were much nicer to people but at this current moment you had next to no patience. You knew this man was just doing his job, you weren’t angry at him. However, you were angry at the man you sent you and your friend on a wild goose chase for a solid 2 months. That piled on the multiple positive pregnancy tests hiding deep in your bathroom garbage, you really weren’t in the mood to be nice.
“Please,” Wanda continued, her eyes darting down to her open palm before darting her green eyes back at the man behind the counter. Her desperation was evident in her voice and eyes. “Please,” she paused, you could see her trying to gather enough strength to say the words. You instinctively put a hand on her shoulder in support. Finally Wanda continued, “When I came back he was gone.” there was another pause, this time her eyes became misty as she uttered the next sentence. “His…..body.” a single shaky breath that Wanda kept in escaped. “And I know he’s here.” Another pause before you stepped in.
“He deserves a funeral at least,” you said eyes narrowing at the man, “she deserves that.”
Just as the man was about to speak again, the phone on the desk rang. As he went to answer it, you took this chance to hold her hand and give it a supporting squeeze. Letting her know that you’re there for her, and that you weren’t leaving her to do this alone.
“Yes sir,” the man answered a few seconds later responding, “Yes they’re still here.” You look away from the man and notice an active security camera filming you and Wanda. “Are you sure?” the man asked as you nudged Wanda and pointed with your eyes to the camera. You felt Wanda’s grip on your hand tighten in offense, her head tilting.
“Of course,” the man hung up, bringing yours and Wanda’s attention away from the camera. The man looked up nervously at the two of you.
“Through the doors, down the hall, two lefts and a right.” the man said pointing to said doors. Just as you and Wanda moved to the doors the man started talking again.
“He said only Miss. Maximoff!”
“She’s with me,” Wanda responded over her shoulder, neither of you slowing down.
“I still have to buzz you in!”
“I got it,” Wanda said her hands were already encased with glowing red mist, “thanks.” and with a single wave of her hands, the blinding white doors opened.
You matched Wanda’s pace as you made your way through the halls. Two lefts and a right later as you make your way down the hall you hear a door being unlocked. You and Wanda shared a look, you gave her hand another squeeze before opening the door to reveal a man. His hair greying at the sides and an overall ‘punch me’ vibe.
“Wanda Maximoff,” the man greeted her before his eyes settled on you. His eyes didn’t hide his disdain, “and (Y/n) (L/n). What a pleasant surprise. I wasn’t aware that I had an appointment with you as well.”
“You don’t,” you respond, “I’m here in support of Wanda.”
“Either way, it’s an honor to meet two of our worlds beloved Avengers.” he responded, the fake hospitality evident.
“Who are you?” Wanda asked, you could see his ego shrink at the question.
“Director Tyler Hayward,” he responded, straightening his tie,”I understand you’re here to see the Vision.” he paused, “ to recover the body that is, that is right?”
“Well I am his next of kin.” Wanda said, her hand instinctively reaching out to hold yours. Firmly holding it for support. You could see that action didn’t go unnoticed by the Director.
“I understand,” he said slowly motioning to the side of his office, “I’d like to show you something.”
“And then you’ll release his body to her.” You interjected, his eyes made his way to yours. He had obviously not planned for you to be here, however he seemed to have prepared for Wanda.
“Please just follow me,” he said, not answering your question. You and Wanda went to move together when the Director stopped you.
“Just Miss. Maximoff please.”
“As I said before,” Wanda said holding your hand tighter in her grasp as though she might fall if she let go. “She’s with me.”
The Director paused, as though weighing out his options before sighing in agreement. Obviously realizing that picking a fight with the most powerful Avenger wasn’t in his best interest.
You and Wanda made your way to the wall of glass ahead of you and looked down. You could see workers working on something, the noise piercing the air with whirring of machinery and footsteps. You saw armed guards guarding them and it confused you. Why would there be armed guards near the workers?
Then it hit you, it hit you before it hit Wanda.
“What is this?” she asked not grasping why he was showing her this. “Why are you showing me this?”
“Because you asked to see it.”
Wanda turned her head again and looked down, finally paying attention to what the workers were working on.
You had stood there wanting to vomit at the sight for all of 5 seconds before the worker that was in front of his head moved. Revealing Visions caved head.
You felt Wanda shake violently at the sight. You understood what she saw.
While others saw wires and metal, she veins and bones. She saw Vision not as a piece of machinery, but as a living person.
The sight was gruesome, his once bright magenta skin had turned into a rotting gray, his eyes were milky white and void of life. The severed limbs and exposed wires and the inside of Vision. All you could see was veins, blood, and mutilation.
“Stop…” Wanda whispered shakily, her hand left yours and came to rest against the glass. “Stop” she repeatedly desperately tried to muster the strength to raise her voice. Her lips quivered and tears began to make home in her eyes.
“What are you doing to him?” she asked desperately, her green eyes never leaving Visions mutilated corpse.
“We’re dismantling the most sophisticated, sentient weapon ever made.” Hayward replied, his face showed no remorse. No indication as to believe that what he was doing was wrong. Your anger got the better of you as you pinned Hayward to the glass wall behind him leading into his office.
“Vision isn’t a weapon you monster!”
“I believe this is the pot calling the kettle black.”
“Vision isn’t a weapon, you can’t do this” Wanda responded, her eyes resting on Hayward's pinned figure.
“The fact of the matter is that it’s our legal and ethical obligation to attempt to do so.”
“You had five years and I imagine you have produced zero results.” You spoke lowly and dangerously, “I seem to recall a legal form Vision signed that said and I quote ‘In the matter regarding an unplanned shut down, do NOT attempt to reboot.’ and I’m almost certain that form was legalized and acknowledged by SHIELD.”
“SHIELD is no longer what it once was,” Hayward replied, “After being overrun by HYDRA, SHIELD lost most of its notoriety, resourcefulness, and overall relevance. The nail in the coffin was the stunt you and Captain America pulled in 2015 which resulted in the Avenger Civil War and eventual division.”
You hated the fact that he was right. Even now SHIELD was no more than a shell of what it once was when they found you all those years ago. After the HYDRA infiltration was revealed no one could trust SHIELD operatives anymore and SHIELD became a symbol of failure.
“I just want to bury him” Wanda said gently pulling you away from Haywards figure causing you to release your hold on him. “That’s all I want.”
“Are you sure?”
You were gonna kill this son of a bitch.
“Excuse me?” Wanda asked, her eyes wide with the audacity that this fucker had.
“Not everyone has the power that could bring their soulmate back online,” Hayward cleared his throat, “forgive me, back to life.”
You felt Wanda shake next to you, your eyes widened at him. It was obvious that he was attempting to manipulate Wanda. Tugging and scratching at still fresh wounds of grief. You knew Wanda was the most powerful being you ever met, had Thanos not sacrificed over half his army, Wanda alone would’ve killed him. But even she couldn’t bring the dead back to life. She was close to a god, but not that close.
“No I can’t do that,” Wanda explained, still reeling from his statement, “That’s not why I’m here.”
“Okay,” he nodded now, openly displaying his distaste, “but I can’t allow you to put three billion dollars worth of Vibranium just to put it in the ground.”
“Vision isn’t a it,” you interrupted as Wanda went back to look out of the glass window at Vision's body. “Vision may not have been human, but he was a person. And he was of sound mind and body when he made Wanda his next of kin, ultimately she has rights over Visions body.”
“I don’t seem to remember the Constitution or Declaration of Independence or even the Bill of Rights. Protecting anything that wasn’t human. Ultimately, Vision is property of the US Government and the US Government gave SWORD the Visions body with the intention to reboot it.” Hayward said, you moved to stand next to Wanda whose eyes hadn’t left Vison’s since you interrupted.
“The best I can do is let you say goodbye to him here.”
Wanda placed both hands on the glass, the workers hadn’t stopped working since they arrived. They pulled Vision apart, piece by piece in front of Wanda.
“He’s all I have.”
“That’s just it Wanda,” Hayward said, “He isn’t yours.”
Before you knew it, Wanda had tilted her head dangerously and broke the glass. You could hear the millions of little pieces crash onto the ground. She floated down to where the guards had already taken aim and were ready to shoot, meanwhile the workers had fled. Upon seeing this scene panic filled you, you climbed down the stairs to meet her on the ground.
“Fall back,” you heard Hayward command, “it’s fine let her see for herself.”
The soldiers withdrew their guns and an uneasy pit settled in your stomach. You knew that you and Wanda had played right into his hands. He had easily manipulated the situation to where he wanted it to be. What you couldn’t understand was why.
Once you reached the bottom of the stairs Wanda already was where Visions head laid. His eyes unfocusing, milky white staring into dead space. No indication that he was still in there.
Her fingers twirled over where the stone once was, red mist searching for something, anything that was in there. Finally you saw a single tear slide down from her cheeks onto his frame.
“I can’t feel you.” she whispered the red mist no longer there as she just stroked his head. “I can’t feel you.” she repeated. You gave her space, she needed you on standby, but not suffocating her.
Wordlessly she left, you took a minute to look at Hayward, who seemed pleased with himself.
You paid him no mind as you approached Vision's body. You and him weren’t close, but you had still considered him your friend and you mourned for him. Not as much as Nat or Tony. However, you still were upset.
You went to the head as well and stroked it.
“I promise I’ll take care of her Vision.” You whispered before placing a small kiss on his cheek, “I won’t let her drown.”
And with that you find yourself sprinting to catch up with Wanda.
When you finally do she’s in the car, gripping the steering wheel for dear life. You tap on her window and she presses the button to roll it down.
“You’re in no condition to drive.”
“I don’t think you’re in a better condition than I am to drive either.” Wanda replied.
“Move over.” You said as Wanda complied. Not having enough energy to argue. As she sat in the passenger's seat you had just buckled in. You put on the radio and both of you sat there, listening to the mindless junk that came on.
You both sat there for maybe a good 30 minutes before Wanda handed you the piece of paper she had read this morning. You gave her a look, silently asking her if she was sure she wanted you to read it. Wanda nodded, her fiery locks bouncing slightly as she did. You opened the letter to reveal what seemed to be building plans for a property in a place called Westview. What stood out to you though was the bright red heart in the middle of the page, and it read.
‘To grow old in
Your heart sinks and breaks a little upon reading the words. Vision had bought them a place to settle down in. no it wasn’t just a place.
It was a home.
Something Wanda hadn’t had since that bomb took her parents away.
Since Ultron took her brother away.
No wonder she had clung onto you for dear life this morning. You were probably the only reason why she hadn’t fallen apart right then and there.
“It’s not far from here.” Wanda said her voice was still shaky. “I don’t think I can go there alone.”
Without further explanation you turned the keys and pulled out of the SWORD parking lot.
It really wasn’t that far, like an hour and half drive until you saw the rusty and worn sign that read ‘Westview
Home, it's where you make it’
As you continued driving you saw how Vision could find this place charming.
You saw a little locally owned coffee shop where a blonde haired woman seemed to be having afternoon coffee with her husband. A small park with a nice gazebo. A man hanging up Piano lesson flyers on the local bulletin board. Kids riding their bikes. Overall it seemed quiet and quaint. It was nothing like the burning war zone of Sokovia, or the loud and busy streets of New York.
It was simple and normal.
Everything that Wanda was deprived of.
You look over at Wanda occasionally, to see her staring out the window to look at the residents of the town.
Finally you reached the address and saw that the house had been torn down. The rust and weathered foundations lead you to believe that Vision must have bought the house when it was freshly demolished. He must have planned to build the house from the foundation up with Wanda. Making plans together on how to decorate.
You see Wanda smile a little and shake her head.
“Vision knew that I loved interior decorating.” Wanda said. That sentence lingered in the air for a while.
“If you want I can wait in the car.” You said, squeezing her hand, “I’m not going anywhere.”
Green eyes met yours in a grateful manner before opening her door, the paper still in her hand.
You watched as Wanda slowly walked through where you assumed the front door was supposed to be. You took this time to grab the notebook out of your bag.
You weren’t sure if you wanted to read it or not. You felt like reading it would be like opening Pandora's box. Your hand unconsciously graced your stomach.
You hadn’t had much time to process the fact that you were expecting. This morning felt like a lifetime ago.
You look up and see Wanda on her knees sobbing. You threw the notebook in the backseat before getting out of the car not bothering to close the door.
You rushed over to her. By the time you reached her however, you heard her let out a mournful wail as you were almost pushed back by the force of her magic escaping her.
Her sobs and wails continued as her magic lifted her up, encasing you in it’s red mist. The sheer force of her magic was almost enough to put you on your knees. However, your feet had yet to stop their slowed journey to the woman.
The once empty home, now had walls of grey and white, it looked like something straight from the Vic Van Dyke Show. Just as you put a hand on her shoulder her back bended and another explosion of red came from her. This time traveling outward of the home. The sinking feeling in your stomach grew.
Suddenly her eyes met yours and she whispered.
“It’s going to be ok,” she whispered to you. “We deserve this.”
Before you could ask Wanda, her back bended in an unnatural way and suddenly you could feel your heart pounding erratically. Golden light escaped from both you and her, two figures began to form from that light. At first there were feet, and then hands.
Finally the golden light stopped emitting from your chest and the beating of your heart slowed and Wanda’s back began to straighten.
It took you a good few seconds to recognize the newly formed figures in front of you.
You paid no mind to the monochrome Vision.
Your eyes immediately found his.
His hair was shorter than you last remember, and he looked younger.
Especially his eyes.
His eyes no longer looked haunted by all that he saw.
His shoulders no longer looked weighed down by the weight of all of the loss he had endured.
He no longer looked like a man out of time.
He was just Steve.
“Hey doll,” Steve greeted. You were so enraptured by him that you hardly noticed that Wanda had transported you both to your new home.
You took a step to him, your new heels clicked against the floor and your dress swayed.
“It looks like it might rain,” Steve said, his eyes never leaving yours, “why don’t we stay in tonight.”
“That sounds lovely.” you responded, both you and Steve sat on the couch. His left hand resting your crossed leg and the other gently cupping your cheek. His eyes looked at you in a way that left goosebumps and chills down your spine.
You sighed blissfully as your lips enclose his in one of many kisses that night. Your mind completely forgetting, just for a bit, the events that had just momentarily occurred, because for right now. Steve was yours, one hundred percent yours.
Just like it should have been.
You woke up with a start. At some point during the drive your head began to throb and you couldn’t focus properly on the road. You did the responsible thing and pulled over and took a nap. You didn’t see much harm in it at the time, Vision was likely to be out until morning and you were already a few miles away from where the border was.
You finally remember that day. Vision was an extension of Wanda, and Steve was an extension of you as well. You looked to the side and saw a pair of pale blue iris’s staring at you.
“Good Morning.” Vision greeted, you uttered a quick morning as well. Gently laying your forehead on the steering wheel.
You jumped at an unfamiliar voice from the back of the truck. Not remembering bringing a third person with you into the truck. You whipped your head back and met eyes with Monica.
“Monica?” You said, not completely believing your eyes. There was something off about her, something that you hadn’t quite placed. “What the hell?”
“While you were asleep I crossed the barrier again,” she explained, “it didn’t take me long to catch up to you.”
“Agent Rambeau has been informing me about the reality outside Westview.” Vision spoke, his eyes darting between you and the curly haired woman.
So apparently a lot had happened while you were asleep, judging by the sky you guessed that you had been asleep for half a day. The only bright side you could think of to this was that your head had cleared up and you regained your memories.
“I remember,” you revealed, both Monica and Vision looking at you quizzingly before you continued. “I remember everything that happened the day Wanda made the Hex.”
There was a silent pause that lasted a couple of beats before Monica broke the silence.
“Well,” she started, “we can talk about it on the way to town.”
When Wanda woke up she saw that half the day had passed, her sheets had changed to a hexagonal pattern. The only things that hadn’t changed were Wanda’s clothes and her lack of energy to get up.
She was tempted to stay in bed, curl up in her new sheets and stay there. However, Wanda knew that you and Vision were bound to show up sooner than later and she would rather do it in modern clothes than her makeshift costume from the previous night.
Wanda slowly climbed out of bed, the urge to climb back in and pull the sheets over her head was overwhelming. However, the costume was uncomfortable and the thought of you and Vision compelled her to continue changing.
Wanda didn’t know where ‘Pietro’ was and quite frankly she didn’t care. He wasn’t her brother, she had no idea who he was but it certainly wasn’t her Pietro.
Wanda climbed down the stairs, not even bothering to admire her work on her home. Instead she headed immediately to the kitchen and grabbed a bowl and cereal.
As she poured the milk in she noticed something strange.
The carton of milk began to glitch, changing in form from a carton to a glass bottle. Red to Gray. Wanda then noticed it wasn’t just the milk, it was everything. From the walls of her home, to her furniture, to even the tv. Everything was glitching and falling apart right before her.
Dread filled Wanda as well as worry. Wanda closed her eyes and tried to focus on how everything looked before, how her home had looked like before everything started glitching. When she opened her eyes, everything seemed to have calmed down and gone back to ‘normal’
Wanda nervously fiddled with her fingers, she could feel it. She was losing control over this reality she had created. She didn’t know if it was because now she was aware that none of it was real or if it was something else. All she knew was that her Westview was hanging on a very thin thread and that if she wasn’t careful there would be chaos.
She couldn’t stay at home, stewing in her anxiety any longer so she pulled on a pair of sweats and decided to pay Agnes a visit. Wanda found it weird that she hadn’t heard from her since yesterday and a part of Wanda worried.
Wanda went to knock on Agnes’s front door when it gently creaked open.
“Agnes?” Wanda called as she stepped foot in the house, eyes darting looking for the dark haired woman.
“I’m down here neighbor!” Agnes called, her voice coming from the open door leading into what Wanda assumed was the basement.
Wanda closed the front door behind her and followed the sound of Agnes’s voice.
“What are you doing down there Agnes?”
“Ralph went with a few buddies to the circus so I decided that now would be the perfect time to get some of his junk out of here!” Anges explained, “would you actually mind coming down here and helping me for a second?”
“Sure thing Agnes,” Wanda responded. The steps creaking silently under Wanda’s weight. When she got down to the basement Wanda could see dust.
Immediately Wanda felt something was off as she made her way through the basement. Her suspicions was soon confirmed as she saw what looked like roots leading somewhere deeper in the basement.
Wanda felt a pit in her stomach as she followed the trail of roots to what looked akin to an ancient ruin. Strange symbols covered each wall, and a book on a mantel. It was glowing, and seemed to almost whisper to her, begging her to look.
“Wanda, Wanda” Agnes tutted, Wanda turned her head to see Agnes’s once neat hair now wild as she held her pet. “You didn’t think you were the only magical girl in town did you?” with a flick of her wrist the door Wanda had walked through closed.
“The name’s Agatha Harkness,” Agnes revealed, “lovely to finally meet you dear.”
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summary: your laundry machine breaks down and steve rogers saves the day.
pairing: steve rogers / f!reader
tags: flirting, fluff, literally just steve being a himbo
warnings: uhhh laundry kink???
word count: 889
a/n: this is just an idea that's been in my head for a while since rewatching sharon and steve in civil war. just fluffy flirting. i wish steve would let me do laundry at his place because my god (mj do not interact) ((pls ily))
“No, no, no,” you pleaded with the dirty white machine slapping your palm against the side of the plastic. “Come on, stupid machine.” The dead silence following each turn of the knob gave you enough answer that this washing machine was not turning on.
Just another call to your landlord where he wouldn’t do anything about the problem for two months despite you begging. Even then, he’d grumble and groan about the cost to him to replace.
Never mind that now, you must have some spare change in the couch cushions.
With enough quarters to power the entire laundromat across the street, you balanced the basket on your hip while your phone nestled between your shoulder and ear. “I don’t know why you stay in that apartment, y/n.” Your cousin rambled off as you gathered the detergent and walked propped open the apartment door. “Seriously, what’s even keeping you there? It’s not the amenities.”
As if on cue, Steve Rogers dashed up the stairs, a puzzled look thrown over his shoulder at the basket of dirty clothes. You gave a sheepish smile to your neighbour and rolled your eyes at the phone. “I happen to like it here, Taylor. It has a certain charm to it.” You admitted, eye flittering away from Steve and back to lock your door. “Look, I gotta go. I’ll talk to you later, alright?”
Before she could answer, you hung up the phone and dropped it on top of the basket.
“Machine broke again?” Steve asked the smile he always wore directed towards you. Christ, how was he even real? Besides the whole, you know, frozen in ice and stuck with wacky drugs that made him a human tank.
Now, he was just your neighbour.
Humming in reply, your lips rubbing together in attempts to spread what was left of your chapstick. “I think it finally gave out for good this time. Just as well, the machines probably older than this entire building.” You mused, more so to yourself than to Steve. The sound of him chuckling took you off guard, and you grinned back at the sound. It was warm, sending a tingle up your spine and down your arms.
Two beats of silence, comfortable but long enough to make you turn slightly towards the winding staircase with thoughts to leave. “If you want,” Steve began, shaking his head before starting over. “If you want, you could use my machine. Probably cheaper than the one across the street. I heard that one eats every second quarter anyways.”
That offer made you pause, tilting your head slightly at the flustered man before you. “Oh yeah? How much does it cost?”
The comment was bold, borderlining on flirting, surprising even you but taking it back was no longer an option, and you really didn’t want to go across the street. You really wanted to go inside Steve’s apartment and use his machine.
“Cup of coffee?” Steve asked, the words catching in the air and lighting a fire in the atmosphere around you both. It had been lined with gasoline for so long, but neither took the chance to burn. Now, you couldn’t put the fire out.
A playful grin graced your features, one that had you looking down at your feet as he waited with bated breath for your answer. “Yeah, I think I could swing that. I’ll pay; I have enough quarters.”
It was rare to see Steve stunned, at a loss for words, and even rarer for you to have that effect on people. Maybe it was a holdover from his days as the scrawny kid who couldn’t get dates unless Bucky set it up.
He never even got his date with Peggy.
Now, he took the laundry basket from you and unlocked his door with ease despite the slight balance needed to do such a thing. His apartment smelt like cedarwood, and you didn’t know how to explain how much sense that made.
He showed you to the washing machine, tucked away in a little corner hidden behind closet doors. It took no time at all to shove your clothes inside the silver machine and hit the start-up button. (This time, it didn’t rumble and complained as yours had.)
Steve had set up the old vinyl player to sing out a song you hadn’t heard since your grandparents were around. It was soft, a woman singing over a jazz band and that old tinge that all old music has that keeps it vaguely haunting.
“Was this the type of music you’d take all the girls dancing to?” You asked, leaning against the kitchen island with one foot pressed against the wall. He shook his head, laughing like a private joke had been told, but you weren’t a part of the club that didn’t know the punchline.
“No, I didn’t dance much. Still don’t.”
The lack of hesitation was most surprising when Steve said, “hadn’t found the right partner.”
With what little confidence you had, the ability to be embarrassed, something you considered but didn’t rely on in this exact moment as you nodded.
“What about now? You think you found the right partner?”
The same lack of hesitation came back around as Steve took your hand in his and gave a simple shrug.
“Only one way to find out.”
tags: @haphazardhufflepuff @belladonnabarnes @lilyblackx @mamacitaybrujita
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The Adventures of Steve & Buzz Rogers Feat. Y/N
Chapter 1 - The One Where Steve Gets a Friend
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Buzz Rogers x Female! Reader.
Summary: It's all in the title.
Genre: Tooth rotting fluff
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Steve Rogers Masterlist
It all started with a thought, thought that crept in your mind after Steve passed on the mantle of Captain America to Sam and retired from the superhero life. Now he was just Steve Rogers without the labels that defined him for the most of his life. His only identity now was of a loving fiancée to you, loyal best friend to Bucky helping him settle in a world that was still alien to both, yet they belonged here.
But the one role that he cherished most was taking up the role of Morgan’s guardian in Tony’s absence. That girl and Steve both brought immense joy to each other, whenever they were together which was often. Their bond put Pepper’s heart to rest knowing Morgan will grow under someone who was close to Tony as well as her grandfather.
Oh wait! There is one more role Steve loved in his life and that was the role of arts teacher at the school. He was everyone’s favorite Mr. Rogers who had numerous tricks up his sleeve.
Despite all this, you would often find Steve looking alone and wanting a companion, a friend who belongs to just him and no one else. You’d often think of hours what or who should be the one to give Steve the company that he is craving for.
Your thoughts were answered the day when you both were walking in your neighborhood park on a fine summer evening. The sun was going down and breeze running through your hair was the best feeling you experience. You and Steve were walking hand in hand talking your day when Steve noticed a dog barreling towards you.
Before the pup could run away, Steve acted swiftly and put his feet on the leash, making the pup stop in his track. Stupid super soldier serum, you thought as you rolled your eyes. But what shocked you was the interaction between the dog and Steve. They were so friendly with each other as the dog licked his face while he scratched her ears.
You never thought Steve loved animals because his arch nemesis was Milli, Bucky’s cat. Whenever they were in a room together, they both always shared pointed looks and made faces. It became a competition between them as to who can have Bucky’s attention. It was funny for everyone else but poor Bucky was tired.
The smile on Steve’s face made you realize who can be cure to loneliness and PTSD and you soon got to work by calling the animal care shelter. You worked in silence and secret without letting Steve know about it. Finally, everything fell in place and you could pick up his surprise on his special day, his birthday.
Steve was in the lake house with Morgan on the afternoon of his birthday, everyone was together, and you all had planned to celebrate it with a barbeque dinner. You sought Morgan’s help in keeping Steve busy as you traveled to get his surprise birthday gift. After being absent for couple of hours you walked in with a huge cardboard box with a bow attached to it as a symbol of gift.
“Happy birthday, Stevie,” you gushed walked into the cabin where Morgan and he were watching movies. “Hey babe,” he pecked your lips and your gift box jumped. “What’s in that y/n?” Morgan asked curiously. “Steve’s birthday gift,” you ruffled her hair as she jumped in excitement. “Y/N you do….”, the next words died in his throat as he heard an excited woof. His eyes grew bigger as he looked at you like a child looks at candy. You put the box down on the table and answering all his prayers, you took out the tiny pup that you picked up from your local animal shelter.
“Oh my god, “Morgan exclaimed as Steve took the pup in his arms. The dog took an instant liking to Steve as he snuggled in his arms giving him few licks and making him laugh. “So, what should we call him?” Your words broke his attention when Morgan chirped, “We should call him Buzz.” She gestured towards the TV where Toy Story was playing. Steve liked the name as he cooed, “welcome to your new life Buzz. We are going to have great adventure buddy.”
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People's Paradise - Part 2
Summary: Steve’s feelings for you are growing but so are Bucky’s feelings for you. You are unaware of your appeal that just makes everything more complicated.
Pairing: Bucky x reader; Bucky x angel!reader
Warning: non, just fluff and feelings
Author’s note: I hope you'll enjoy this story. Please be aware that English is not my first language. And thank you to everyone who reads my stories and especially to those who write nice comments. I’m so overwhelmed by that that I can't reply (because I’m just blushing and giggling). :D
Part 1 - His angel
You and Bucky woke up and parted before anyone else could see you. Around lunchtime Bucky came into the common room, pissed off because his psychiatrist is the most annoying person he has ever met and because he wasn’t allowed to go on missions like the others. Then according to the doctor he was still unstable. To his surprise he found you lying headfirst on the couch. The pink headphones on your head and the slight movements of your feet implied that you were listening to music while reading a big book. Bucky leaned against the kitchen counter pouring some gin into his glas and watching you. Suddenly you looked up like you felt his presence in the room. „Oh. You’re back. How was it?“, you asked taking your headphones off. Bucky didn’t answer and just shrugged. You nodded in understanding. „Why are you here? Why aren’t you on their mission?“, Bucky asked. „I’m not allowed to go on missions. This would be interfering the human order and I would cause problems with that. Angels are watching me 24/7 to make sure I stay put.“ You looked outside the window realizing how warm and sunny it is.
„Do you wann go out with me?“. Bucky almost choked on his drink. „Like a date?“
„Oh. I meant do you wanna go outside with me- there’s a lake nearby and it’s really peaceful there.“, you smiled at him with your big (y/e/c) eyes and Bucky hadn’t it in him to say no to you even thought he just wanted to stay home. „But I don’t swim.“ You beamed at him. „You don’t have to.“
Half an hour later you both arrived at the lake and Bucky instantly regretted it. The lake was beautiful indeed but dozen of people were there as well- running, swimming, laughing and shouting at each other. „I thought you said it’d be calm.“, Bucky muttered annoyed. „Did I?“, you said happily already looking for a nice spot. As you and Bucky lay down you couldn’t help but chuckle. He looked so out of place with his jeans and shirt and shoes still on. In contrast you lay on your stomach with a red bikini that Bucky cursed himself. Why did he decide to come to the lake with you. You were pure temptation and it took Bucky everything to resist you; to not touch you. „Why are we here again?“
You turned to your left to look at him. Bucky lay on his back but his upper body was up like a small crunch while his elbows supported his weight. His sunglasses covered his eyes but you were pretty sure screwed his eyes. „I like it here. It’s people’s paradise. Everyone here is happy and carefree.“, You hummed and started to read the next chapter. Reading it out loud so quietly that only Bucky could hear you words. The voices and laughs of the children faded away and he almost dozed off if a volleyball wouldn’t have been flying in your direction and Bucky caught the ball effortlessly with his right hand.
Seconds later two college students were running towards you both. „I’m so sorry.“, said a high-pitched voice. The girl seemed nervous, playing with her hair and fluttering her eyelashes. „Nice catch.“, said a boy’s voice, clearly impressed. „Would you like to join? We play beach volleyball over there.“, He nodded to the girls and boys to his left.
Before Bucky could decline you closed your book and looked up. „Beach volleyball sounds fun.“ The boy was obviously stunned by your appearance that he had a hard time trying to catch his breath. „You can play too.“, His voice was dry and nervous. „Awesome. Give us a minute.“ You clapped happily in your hands.
„I don’t want to play volleyball with these kids.“, Bucky snarled angrily at you. „C’mon. Just one game. If you don’t like it, we will leave after that. I promise. But I’m pretty sure it will be great“
„Have you ever played it before?“, asked Bucky annoyed. „No, I haven’t but I watched the olympics last year.“, you winked at him.
You and Bucky were in opposite teams and you both dominated the game clearly. So after 3 rounds they decided to make it even more interesting. 2 versus 2. Bucky and a girl called Amanda, who was extremely good at this sport and you and a boy named Leon. Before the game started you grinned at Bucky. He looked so normal at this moment. Carefree. He laughed and you could see the little wrinkles around his eyes. He got rid of his shirt some games ago and just like the other girls you enjoyed the view of his trained body. His abs were glistening due to the sweat. This game felt like a game just between you both. Two soldiers who were tired of fighting but in that moment you both were free and normal and enjoying life.
„Be honest. You just won because of your angel power.“, Bucky chuckled as you walked to the car. You threw your head back laughing. It was already dark outside. You both spent more time at the lake than you thought. „I can’t help it. I’m an angel. I can’t turn it off.“ You looked at Bucky taking in his smile and his happiness. „I’m happy that you enjoyed today.“, you said sincerely.
„I felt like the boy I was before going to war. I thought I’d never feel that way again.“ He was thankful. Thankful that you were by his side.
Back in the compound you guys were greeted by a rather angry Steve. „Where have you been?“ He looked furious and you couldn’t understand it. „What? Did something happen on the mission?“, you asked terrified walking up to him. Your hands were caressing his trained triceps in a comforting way. Steve shrugged off your hands. „I’ll tell you what happened. We came back from our mission and you both weren’t there. You weren’t there.“ Steve looked at you directly, accusing you to the seemingly bad thing you did. You looked around to the other avengers who looked away awkwardly. You looked back to Steve, crossing your arms. Bucky observed you intensively. You seemed unsure and puzzled. „And that was wrong?“ First, Bucky thought you were provoking Steve with your question but then it dawned on him. You didn’t know how Steve felt. You were an angel still trying to figure out how to be human. Steve pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly annoyed. „Where were you both?“ He asked.
„At the lake. We played beach volleyball.“, you smiled looking at Bucky. „You two were at our lake?“ Steve looked at you in utterly disbelief and almost heartbroken. You widened your eyes, knowing you must have said something wrong. „What? No, I mean… I don’t own this lake. Other people were there as well.“, you tried to justify your actions, thinking that Steve meant a posted property by using the possessive pronoun. He just stared at you, shaking his head and stormed out. „Steve, wait!“, you shouted but he ignored you. You slouched your shoulders and walked into your room.
You couldn’t sleep that night so you decided to go on the balcony. You breathed in the cold, rainy air and studied the stars above your head. „I hope you don’t mind“, Suddenly Bucky stood next to you, imitate your actions by starring at the stars as well. He lighted a cigarette and exhaled. „I’m sorry about the argument with Steve.“, he said softly. „Don’t be. He was just upset because the mission was a mislead. I’ll talk with him tomorrow.“
„He was worried about you.“, stated Bucky. „That’s the reason why he was angry with you.“
„Really? But I’m way stronger than everyone else. That doesn’t make any sense.“, you mumbled. Bucky smiled. „Yeah. That thing never makes any sense.“, Bucky looked away from the stars and studied your face. „I enjoyed the day at the lake. I enjoyed your company.“ He whispered. „Sometimes I get the feeling that I’ve known you before. That I’ve know you my whole life.“
„Impossible.“ You whispered looking into his blue eyes and then on his lips. Bucky smelled of cigarette and coffee and rain. It was an intoxicating smell that you couldn't really focus. He was just centimeters from you and in seconds you would feel his hard lips on your soft ones. Suddenly a lout thud was heard as if someone in the kitchen dropped something. You couldn’t see the person because of the darkness. You gulped, stepping away from Bucky, making space. „I think I should go to bed now.“, you mumbled sloping your shoulders. Bucky gazed after you, regretting not kissing you. Regretting letting you go.
Adoration - Part 3
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