#steve rogers fanfiction
Request from anon: drawing a random person in the subway and giving them your drawing without knowing it’s steve rogers
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Word count: 891
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The subway wasn’t too busy today, there were only four other people in the subway car with you; a younger couple, an older woman and probably the most attractive guy you’ve ever seen. He was wearing a tight shirt, making it hard not to stare at his very muscular chest and arms, his eyes were bluer than the ocean and his dirty blonde hair was fixed almost too perfectly. You realized he would make the perfect subject for your drawing.
One of your favorite things to do is draw strangers on the subway, and depending on if you think they would like it or not, you would give it to them after. The reactions were mixed, sometimes people loved them and other times they would be weirded out and throw it away. This guy looked sweet, and you hoped he would appreciate it. If not, at least you would get to talk to him, even if it was just for a second.
Luckily he was reading a book so he wouldn’t notice what you were doing. You started with his face, paying extra attention to his eyes and faint smile. Next was the hair, which was styled into a slight side part and pushed up out of his face. When you were working on his body (which may or may not have been your favorite part), you almost didn’t notice him looking at you. He definitely caught you staring and you started to panic, but instead of calling you out, he just smiled and returned to his book.
That was definitely a surprise. Most New Yorkers would’ve started a fight if someone stared at them, but he didn’t mind at all. You continued drawing, and he didn’t look up from his book again, but he could sense you looking at him. Of course being Captain American meant he was used to it. People would either stare trying to figure out if it’s him, or they would recognize him immediately and ask for pictures and autographs. It could be overwhelming sometimes, and he was glad not a lot of people stopped him today.
Soon the other people got off on their stops, leaving you two alone on the subway car. Being alone with him made you feel nervous, if he wanted to yell at you for staring, he had the perfect chance to do it now. But he didn’t. You caught him looking at you a few times while you drew, his cheeks would turn a light shade of pink before he looked away smiling softly. It gave you an embarrassing amount of butterflies. When you finished, you nervously cleared your throat and went over to him with the drawing in your hands.
“Hi. This is probably going to make me seem like a creep, but I drew this for you. If you don’t like it, I can take it back or you could throw it away. If you want to tell me off for being weird, you can do that too.”
You normally didn’t get nervous when you gave it to the person after, but he was so hot and adorable at the same time you didn’t know how to talk to him. He took a minute to look it over, each second felt like hours.
“I don’t think it’s weird, it’s sweet. I love it.” There was that heart melting smile again.
“Oh, I’m glad you like it. You aren’t just saying that to spare my feelings though, right? I’ve done this enough to know when people are.”
“And here I was thinking I’m special for getting one,” he teased, “I genuinely like it. It’s better than what I draw.”
He looks like that and he draws? You didn’t think you’d meet your dream guy when you left your apartment this morning.
“You like art too?”
“Yeah, I’ve been doing it for a while now. It’s just a hobby though,” he shrugged.
“Do you have anything I could see?”
He pulled out his phone and opened the camera roll. They were mostly quick pencil sketches, but they were beautiful. Most of them were of nature, you recognized some as New York parks. You loved them.
“I don’t know how you think mine are better, these are beautiful. You could make a job out of this.”
He laughed, but you didn’t see what was funny. You were being serious. He was just surprised you hadn’t realized who he is yet.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh. I’m definitely...too preoccupied to make it a career.”
“Well, you should definitely keep up with it as a hobby at least.”
The voice announcing your stop was coming up interrupted the conversation. You knew this would be the last time you saw him, but you wanted to keep talking and getting to know him. He felt the same way.
“Would you, um, want to exchange numbers? We could maybe go out for coffee or something this week,” the same shade of pink appeared on his cheeks with the same soft, shy smile.
How a man that looked like that could be nervous asking for someone’s number was beyond you. You could’ve sworn you were dreaming.
“Yeah, that sounds great.”
You swapped phones and put your information in. When he gave yours back, you almost dropped it when you saw the contact name: Steve Rogers.
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I THOUGHT WE WERE GOLDEN
Pairing: Steve Rogers x female reader
Summary: Unbeknownst to her, Steve made the decision not to return to his current timeline after returning the stones. Leaving her alone to pick up the pieces of a broken heart. Three months after he left her, she finally had the strenght to confront him about his betrayal.
Warning: heartbreak, angst
Words: 3.5K+ words
A/N: I wrote this story from both Steve’s and reader’s point of view. There is a flashback written in italic. Feedback is much appreciated.
English is not my first language. My work is not allowed to be copied and reposted.
I THOUGHT WE WERE GOLDEN
Steve’s point of view
There was a knock at the door. I knew who it was. Bucky had told me she asked him to bring her here. The moment I had been dreading, the confrontation with her, was finally there. I got up out my chair and walked to the front door. I saw her through the small window, she was looking down at her feet.
I can only imagine that she had dreaded this moment too. I grasped the doorknob and turned it to its right. The door opened with a squeak. After opening it completely, she looked up. Her eyes met mine for the first time in three months. Her expression was determined and it showcased a combination of anger and sadness.
“I am ready to talk.” She stated, her tone of voice displayed no emotions. She was ready to call me out on my actions, my cowardness.
"Please come in.” I moved aside, making way for her to enter my house. She stepped inside, waiting for me to show her the way. I closed the door and let out a breathe I was holding in. My body was tense, my throat was dry and I was bearly able to swallow.
“This way.” My feet found the will to move and I led her to living room, she was swift to follow. “I will make us some tea. Please, take a seat.” With that I left her alone and walked, no I fled to the kitchen, trying to compose myself before facing her again.
Y/N’s point of view
I took a deep breathe, before I stepped out of the car. Bucky had driven me to Steve's place. In a few moments I got to see the man I loved, the man who left me.
"Are you sure, you don’t want me to come with?" Bucky kindly asked.
"I am sure. I have to do this on my own."
When he opened the door and I saw him for the first time again, this time up and close, I looked at how the man I love had changed, grew old. He let me in and left me alone in the living room. I wasn’t interested in the tea he was making in the kitchen, but I was glad I had a moment to gather my strenght. Because knocking on his frontdoor had already drained me empty. Seeing his face again, his eyes still the same, but the rest of him so different, broke me. His expression was a combination of sadness and love. His expression already had me fighting against my tears. I had to uphold this facade. I was here to give him a piece of my mind, I was ready to tell him what he had done to me, I wanted him to feel the same pain I had felt over the last three months.
He told me to take a seat, but my legs were too restless. I turned around and observed the living room. There were pictures everywhere, I walked over to the pictures on the wall. Pictures of a life he lived without me, pictures of a women who wasn’t me. They were memories of a happy life. I felt my heart break all over again. How could I possibly find the strenght to blame him for what he had done to me. I was struggling to breathe calmly.
“Y/N?” I was lost in my thoughts, that I hadn’t heard Steve enter the living room again. I looked up in shock when I heard him say my name, tears stinging in my eyes.
Steve’s point of view
I stood in the doorframe. She hadn’t noticed I was standing there with two cups of tea in my hands. I took this moment to observe her. I could see she was hiding behind a mask, making me believe that she was in control of her emotions and capable of confronting me. But I knew better. I knew her.
We both had a hard time after the blip, she lost her parents and sibling, her closest friend and her fiance. After living in loneliness and heartbreak for six months after the blip, we found comfort in each other. We started out as friends who listened to the stories of another life we used to live, until I finally found the courage to kiss her. There were tears running down her cheeks, but she kissed me back. A shy smile appearing on her face and despite of the tears I could see her cheeks turning rosy. We were rebuilding our lives, we were doing it together and slowly we dared to forget about the heartbreak and the past. After some time, despite of all the darkness we had lived through, she always had a smile plastered on her face and eyes always glimmered, like the stars glimmered in the sky. We were truly happy. I sighed at the memory of my other life, my life with her.
For me it was a lifetime ago since I spoke to her, since I broke her heart. She was still broken. I could see it, I could feel it. She looked different from how I remembered her. She lost weight, she had dark circles under her eyes and her eyes lost all the shine. They used to glimmer and they were always so full of love and joy. Not only when she looked at me, but also when she saw things she loved. Like the first flowers growing in the field at the end of winter telling her spring was approaching, or when she was reading a new book and being lost in that world, or when she saw childeren running around, playing and screaming at the top of their lungs out of pure joy.
“I see that you have lived a happy life without me.” I think she wanted to sound mean and angry, but she just sounded sad.
“Y/N?”. She looked at me, tears brimmed in her eyes. I could she her swallow away the pain before being able to speak again.
“Please Y/N, sit down and let us talk.” I gestured to the couch and she moved towards it. When she sat down she started to fidget, playing with her fingers. She always did that when she was really nervous. And now the fidgeting was proof of how she really felt, the facade breaking. She whimpered and took a deep breathe, before staring me dead in my eyes. “You said you were ready to talk.” I softly mentioned.
Y/N’s point of view
“Why didn’t you tell me?” My voice was cracked, my bottom lip trembled. Him not telling me about his intentions of being with her and therefore leaving me behind was what hurt me most. He looked at his feet, it was like he couldn’t look me in the eyes.
I gathered all my strenght, all my willpower and all my self confidence before I spoke again. I was shattered inside and I hated that he knew that. The sadness in his eyes was replaced by concern. I knew I looked like a mess. Ever since that day, I have lost sleep and my appetite, resulting in dark circle under my eyes and weightloss. There was hardly anything left of the women I was before that day.
“I couldn’t.” He simply stated, still avoiding my glare.
“You couldn’t?” I mocked his response. “You told Bucky, you explained your plan to him. You told him that you were going to leave him, leave me, leave everyone to go back to her.” My voice was breaking. “You told him to look out for me. To keep me save, to comfort me if needed. I didn’t need Bucky, Steve! I needed you!” The volume of my voice was getting louder, I was loosing my temper. I was letting out all of the heartbreak and anger I had felt over the past months. “I needed my partner, the man I loved more than anything else in the world, but most of all I needed you to tell me! You could have had the decency to tell me.” My voice broke when I spoke that last sentence, a teardrop fell from my left eye. I sighed, trying to controle my breathing again. Steve still couldn’t look at me, he was wracked with guilt. I took a deep breathe. “Steve, can you please look at me?” I asked, I had my voice back under control. He looked up, there was a tear in de corner of his eye.
“No, I remember. All I got was a kiss on my forehead.”
“I am sorry, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t even say goodbye.” His voice trembled.
“Remember, you have to return the stones at the exect moment you got them or you gonna open up a bunch of nasty alternative realities.”
I saw Steve talking to Sam, before he walked over to us.
“Don’t worry Bruce.” I stopped listening to what Steve and Bruce were talking about. I was observing Steve. He seemed calm, but he had been acting strange all morning. Before we went to the field by the lake, he kissed me deeply. He told me he loved me with so much compassion in his voice, but his eyes looked sad. I thought he was just being nervous. What he was going to do, was not without risk. Something could go wrong. I just comforted him by saying that everything was going to be alright. But standing at this field, just moments before it was actually going to happen, I felt nervous, I was afraid. I was fidgeting, playing with my fingers. Bucky was standing next to me and he placed a hand on my shoulder.
“How can I? You are taking all the stupid with you.” I thought I could hear sadness in his voice, but maybe it was just my imagination. The two friends hugged. “I am gonna miss you buddy.” It came out as a whisper, but I heard it. I didn’t really understand, it almost sounded like a goodbye.
“Don’t do anything stupid until I get back.” He said to Bucky. Bucky sighed, a small smile appearing.
“It is gonna be okay Buck.” That was all Bucky needed to hear, for there to appear a small smile on his face again. When Steve stepped away from Bucky, he gave me a loving kiss on my forehead, placing his hand on my cheek. He quickly turned around, avoiding my gaze and he stepped on the platform.
“For him, as long as he needs. For us, five seconds.” Bruce said while Steve picked up the hammer.
"How long is this going to take?” I heard Sam ask Bruce.
“Ready Cap?” Steve wasn’t answering Sam. He just looked at Bucky. He gave him a firm nod. I looked up at Bucky, who was still standing next to me and he nodded back. “Alright, we meet you back here okay.”
“You bet.” Steve answered Sam, a breathe escaping his lips. He activated the helmet, so we were now unable to see his expression.
“Going quantum in three, two, one.” He disappeared, vanished into thin air, Steve was gone. Bucky grabbed my hand and gave it a small squeeze. I gave him a squeeze in return, but I didn’t take my eyes of the platform. “And returning in five, four, three, two, one.” I joined Bruce in counting down the seconds. Bruce pressed the button, but nothing happened.
“Where is he?” Sam sounded worried.
“I don’t know, he blew right by his timestamp. He should be here.” I heard Bucky sigh next to me, he was still holding my hand.
“I am trying.” Bruce sounded anxious.
“Well get him back.” Sam stated.
“Get him the hell back!”
“I said I am trying!”
“Bruce?” My voice was trembling. Bucky turned around and pulled me with him. He was looking at the lake. I followed his gaze and my eyes noticed a man sitting on a bench.
“Sam?” Bucky called out for him and Sam joined me and Bucky. All of us were staring in the same direction. “Go ahead.” Bucky gave Sam a small nod and Sam walked over to the man. I too wanted to follow him, but Bucky stopped me, pulling me back, squeezing my hand again. He looked at me with sad eyes. With anticipation I was looking at Sam approaching the man.
“Did he not return on purpose?” My voice hoarse. He avoided my look, unable to look at me, guilt washing over him. He just nodded. Now the tears were flowing, I couldn’t stop them anymore, I was to emotional to even try to hold the pain in. I took a step back and tried to pull my hand free from Bucky’s grip.
“Cap?” I could bearly hear him due to the distance. It wasn’t until the man turned his head to the side, that I could see Steve’s face. I gasped. My brain was still unable to understand what my eyes were seeing, but my heart already knew. Tears were brimmed in my eyes. I looked at Bucky, who still held onto my hand firmly.
“Please Y/N, he wants to talk to you.” Bucky tried to make me stay, not releasing my hand. But I took another step back.
“No, no,” it was nothing more than a whisper, “no, I can’t.” I shook my head in disbelieve. I looked at Bucky and I looked at Steve. I was still sobbing, my cries becoming more uncontrable and Steve heard them. He turned around to face me and stood up, ready to walk over.
When I had put some distance between him and I, I turned around one final time. I looked at the three man standing there, staring at me. I focused my vision on Steve, I shook my head, overwhelmed by all the pain. I walked away, my heart being broken, shattered into a million pieces. I am sure I lost pieces of my heart when I carried it home, to our home.
“Bucky, let me go. I can’t.” I said through my sobs, my eyes had turned red and my vision was blurry. Bucky released his grip and I ran away. Away from the man I love, away from the man who clearly didn’t love me as much as I loved him, away from the man who choose to leave me.
“I am sorry, Y/N.” Steve told me again. It was all too much. Seeing him, remembering bits and pieces of our live, being confronted by the life he lived with her. My tears were falling down. I tried to hide them for as long as I could, but I couldn’t anymore.
“I…, I…” I stuttered, unable to form words anymore.
“Oh Y/N.” Steve got up and reached out. I quickly got up from the couch.
“NO!” It came out louder and harsher than I had intented and it made Steve back up a bit. “You don’t have the right to comfort me, to care about me, to worry about me. You lost those rights when you didn’t return.” My voice hoarse, breaking more and more with every word. I angrily rubbed some tears away from my face. “You suddenly left me, without warning. You think this has been easy on me?!” My pitch was again higher, my voice louder. “I thought you and I were it, you know. I thought we were golden.” The last sentence came out as a whisper, unable to composs myself again. My sobs taking the better of me. I sat down, burrying my face in my hands. Steve took another shot to approach me. I was too broken to fight back when he put his arms around me.
Steve’s point of view
“I know I lost those rights, but I could never stop caring about you.” He sproke softly, and gently stroke my hair. I pushed him away slightly and I locked eyes with him. Despite that he was now an old man, he still had those beautiful eyes. He held me until I calmed down a bit.
“After the blip, after I lost everyone I cared about, I found a friend. A friend who helped me get my life together. That friend turned into a lover. A lover who reminded me what affection felt like. And that lover turned into a partner. A partner I wanted to grow old with. Irony is that my partner grew old without me.” Her sobs had stopped, her breathing had returned to normal and the tears were slowly drying up. Nevertheless, sadness was still visible and audible. I got up from the couch and walked over to a cabinet.
Being able to hold her again was something I could have only hoped for. I had expected today to get emotional and she was angry. She was ready to release all the emotions she had bottled-up over the last few months. But I saw her struggling. Yes, she was angry and yes, it seemed like she wanted me to feel pain as well, but everything was overwhelming her. She was emotionally drained, unable to keep fighting and so she accepted my embrace. Her breathing was more even and slower than it had been a few moments. I could hear her swallow her pain away. She looked me in my eyes before she spoke again.
“You still have that friend.” I bend down in front of her to look at her and I handed her the tissues I just grabbed from the cabinet. She pressed her lips together in a small line and gave a quick nod in response.
“Thank you.” She gave me a small, but sincere smile. I had longed to see that smile.
“May I ask you a sensitive question?”
“What would you have done if I would have told you?” I was nervous, my pitch uneven.
Y/N’s point of view
I looked at him, brows furrowed, surprised by his question. The past months I have just been mad that him because he didn’t tell me, I never really thought about what I would have done if he would have told me.
“You brought a picture of us with you?” I couldn’t hide my surprise.
“I guess I would have begged you to stay, to choose me. I would have told you that I can’t do this on my own. But, I would have known that I wouldn’t be able to persuade you. I would have known that I would have had to let you go. Because she means to you, what you mean to me.” Tears were stinging in my eyes again, one teardrop was able to escape and it rolled down my cheek. He was quick to whip it away with his tumb. “In the beginning I was mad at you for leaving me, for choosing her over me. But really, I was mad because you hadn’t told me.” Steve sighed and soft smile appearing on his face.
“I should have told you.” He stood up and grabbed another item from the cabinet. He handed me a frame. My own face was staring back at me, a younger Steve had his arms around me.
“You have always been here with me. You have stood proudly on that cabinet for all those years. I never wanted to forget you, forget your smile, forget you beautiful eyes which are filled with wonder and love.” Now you were both crying. I laid my head on his shoulder. “I know that I did this to you. I know you feel all this pain because of me. But I hope, no I know, that you have the strength to rebuild your life again.” He spoke ever so softly, like he was afraid to say the wrong things.
“I just really can’t believe that you risked everything on one kiss. You left me, our life and everything we build based on one kiss.”
“How is your family?” He broke the silence. “How is your fiance?” I was taken aback by the questions and I struggled to find the right words.
“Judging by all the pictures, the risk paid out. You found happiness without me and I am glad you did, truly I am. Your happiness always mattered most to me.” I sighed, I looked at him, my eyes softer than they had been all day. “Must have been one hell of a kiss.” I chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. He joined me and he looked at me so lovingly.
“Coming back five years after the blip, hasn’t been easy, for any of them. It has been most difficult for Mark. He came back finding his fiance wasn’t in love with him anymore. Finding pictures of his fiance with another man. Finding out that she had lived a life without him. Finding out that his house doesn’t feel like home anymore.” A small chuckle left my mouth. I only just now saw the irony. What Mark had experienced right after his return, I experienced just days after his return, when I lost Steve.
“Must have been hard on him. It must have been hard on you too.”
“I know you will find it.” He smiled at me.
“You know, I am still haunted by the memories of us. I want it to stop. That is actually the real reason why I came here today.” I looked at Steve, the sadness was leaving my body. “I want to be able to move on. Now it is my turn to find happiness without you.”
“What if I really can’t get over you? What if I can’t do this on my own?”
“I know you can.” He reassured me. “You were always so much stronger than me.”
“I hope you are right.” I stepped outside, Steve remained standing still in the doorframe. I walked down his porch and turned around one final time. I gave him a smile and a short wave, I felt lighter, all the tension leaving my body. I was relieved. We parted as friends. “Goodbye Steve,” I whispered to nobody but myself.
I reached the car and opened the door and I was greeted by a smiling Bucky.
"Are you alright?" He asked sincere.
"Yes. Let's go home."
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Radioactive Spider Bite
Peter Parker x Reader
Warnings: language, vilonce, muture content? Maybe later on?, jealousy, death, idk its marvel... slow updates.
A/N: please don't be rude. Feed back is welcome but be kind. If there is any little details you would like to change to fit your style and personality please do so. This will also be on my WATTPAD along with all my other stories. This begins with Civil War when Peter comes home to find Tony Stark there. It will go to Homecoming, Infinity War, End Game, Far From Home, and then when No Way Home is out and I watch it the story will continue as long as there is a new movie with Spider-Man.
This chapter is short because i want this to be one big book but i also want to keep the movies separate.
Word Count: 800
Captain America: Civil War
"Maybe the kids onto something," Mr. Stark said. "High now, Tony. Go high," Rhodey said as Peter snd I continued swinging around Lang and wrapping him in webs. Rhodey and Mr. Stark came flying by hitting Lang in the face and he started falling back. "Yes! Haha!" Peter said. "Timber!" I yelled as we went to swing away but Peter was kicked in and went flying as Lang fell. I quickly swang after Peter as he landed in wooded crates. When I landed I ran over to him. "Peter!" I said as I saw him laying on his said and Mr. Stark landed beside me.
Mr. Stark knelt beside him. "Kid, you all right?" He asked and went to touch him but Peter went to fight back. "Hey!" He said and Mr. Stark grabbed his arm. "Whoa! Same side. Guess who. Hi. It's me," Mr. Stark said as Peter fought him. "Peter! Stop!" I said kneeling and looking at him. His mask was pulled up a little. "Oh. Hey, man," Peter said looking at Mr. Stark. "That was scary," he said. "Yeah. You're done, all right?" Mr. Stark said. "What? I'm good, I'm fine," Peter said. " I did a good job. Stay down. Make sure he stays down," Mr. Stark said. "Got it," I said. "No, it's good. I gotta get him back," Peter said trying to get up. "Stay down. You're going home or I'll call Aunt May!" Mr. Stark told him. "Dude," Peter whispered. "You're done!" Stark said and walked off.
"Wait," Peter said and I stood up. "Mr. Stark, Wait. I'm not done. I'm not..." said as he went to stand up fell back down. "Okay, I'm done. I'm done," he said and laid on his back. I stood over him looking down. "Hi," he said looking at me. I fell to the ground and wrapped my arms around his neck as he sat up a little. "Ow," he said and I pulled away. "Sorry!" I said but he pulled me back to him. "No. It's okay," he said wrapping his arms around my waist and hugging me to him. After Cap got away Mr. Stark took us home.
Peter and I sat on his bed when he lifts the sleeve of his sweatshirt to play with the web shooter had on from the suit Mr. Stark made him. "So, are you going to fight crime with me now?" He asked. "I'll think about it," I said. He had a black eye from Cap hitting him. "So who was it? Who hot you?" We heard Aunt May yell from the kitchen. "Some guy," Peter answered. "So itchy, man, god," he said to me playing with the web-shooter. "What's some guy's name?" Aunt May asked. "Uh, Steve!" Peter said and I leaned back against the wall. Peter pushed something on the web-shooter and it made a red beam come on. "Oh, damn," I said covering my eyes. "Steve? From 12-C? With the overbite?" Aunt May asked.
"No.no.no. you don't know him. He's from Brooklyn," I said as Peter played with the red beam. I heard May coming and hit Peter. He quickly pulled his sleeve down and put his head in my lap holding his eye. "Ow," he groaned out as May came in the room. "Such a baby," I said rolling my eyes but played with his curly hair. "Well... I hope you got a few good licks in," May said as she sat on the end of the bed. "Yeah, I got quite a few in, actually," Peter told her. She handed him the bag of peas wrapped in a dishtowel and he took it. "His friend was huge. Like huge," he told her. "Yeah, he made us look like ants," I said smiling as he looked up at me. "That's way better. Thank you," Peter said to May as he put the cold compress on his eyes. I stopped playing with his hair.
"Don't stop," he whined and I laughed but went back to it. "Okay, tough guy," May said smiling at us, and stood up walking towards the door. "Love you, May," we both said. "Hey, can you shut the door?" Peter asked and she did as she walked out. We looked and waited a couple of seconds as Peter put the cold compress down. He turned the red beam back on and we looked up at the ceiling to see a Spider-Man logo with a bunch of stuff I didn't know what it was it was cool. "Mr. Stark is going to kill you for taking that suit," I said. "Correction he will kill both of us," he said. "What?" I asked. "I took yours too," he said and I groaned. "Peter!" I said and he just gave me an innocent smile.
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Radioactive Spider Bite
Peter Parker x Reader
Warnings: language, vilonce, muture content? Maybe later on?, jealousy, death, idk its marvel... slow updates.
A/N: please don't be rude. Feed back is welcome but be kind. If there is any little details you would like to change to fit your style and personality please do so. This will also be on my WATTPAD along with all my other stories. This begins with Civil War when Peter comes home to find Tony Stark there. It will go to Homecoming, Infinity War, End Game, Far From Home, and then when No Way Home is out and I watch it the story will continue as long as there is a new movie with Spider-Man.
Word Count: 1238 words
Captin America: Civil War
"Okay, I was wrong. This is fun, kick people's asses," I said to Peter and he laughed. We landed on the glass on the outside of the building while Bucky and Falcon ran through inside. We shot webs and swang around crashing through the glass. Peter taking out Falcon. Bucky went to punch him but Peter stopped his metal arm and Bucky looked at surprised. "You have a metal arm?" Peter asked. "Now that is cool!" I said walking over to stand beside Peter. "Thank you, but you know you have super strength too?" He said. "What? No. I meant the arm," I said and let put a small oh. "That is awesome, dude," Peter said.
Falcon came flying at us and picked Peter up and flew off with him. "Really?" I said and looked at Bucky. "That's not cool," I said and he went punch me but I moved out of the way. A saw Peter get away from Falcon and I shot a web-swinging up and came around kicking Bucky. "Your buddy is doing a terrible job," I said and swang off. Peter had Falcon against webbed to the glass wall and came to Stand in front of him. "That sucks," I said. "Those wings carbon fiber?" I heard Peter ask. "Is this stuff coming out of you?" Falcon asked.
"Umm... kinda?" I said. "That would explain the rigidity-flexibility ratio, which, gotta say, that's awesome, man," Peter said. "You're such a nerd," I said. "I'm not a nerd!" He whined. "Debatable," I said. "I don't know if you've been in a fight before... but is usually not this much talking," Falcon said. "Sorry, he talks a lot when he's excited," I said and smiled. "All right, sorry. My bad," Peter said. Peter swung towards him but Bucky came running into Falcon knocking them towards the ground making the glass wall break.
I swang up to beside Peter and webbed Bucky's metal arm. Peter had wrapped Falcon in a web. "Guy's, look, we'd love to keep this up, but we've got one job here today..." Peter said. "And he's gotta impress Mr. Stark, so, we're really sorry," I said and Peter went to shot them with more webs but he was caught by a drone and crashed through the large windows as he screamed. "What the hell?!" I yelled. "You couldn't have done that earlier?" Bucky asked Falcon. "I hate you," he said. "I hate you both," I said. They looked up at me and I waved. "Yeah, still here. Now, stay!" I said took off after Peter.
Once I found Peter we swang and landed beside Mr. Stark and the others we were fighting with standing in front of Cap and his side. Cap started walking towards us. "This is going to end well," Natalie said. "They don't know how to give up? I'm tired," I said and rolled my eyes. "Y/N," Peter whispered and looked at me. "Sorry. Let's kick-ass," I said. We started walking towards them and they started jogging. "They're not stopping," Peter said. "Neither are we," Mr. Stark told him. Then we all started running towards each other.
"Can't you all just give up?" I asked. Me and Peter went swinging but Cap threw his shield and it cut my web. Peter caught me before I had time and we landed on some kind of belt that they put the luggage in the planes. Peter looked at me "are you okay?" He asked and I nodded. "That thing does not obey the laws of physics at all," Peter said to Cap. " look, kid, a lot is going on here that you and you're little girlfriend doesn't understand," Cap said. "Girlfriend?" I said. "She's... she's... she's not my..." Peter stammered. "Not his girlfriend," I said. "Right. Mr. Stark said you'd say that. Wow," Peter said then we shot webs at him but he held his shield up.
I shot one at his ankle and pulled making him land on his back. "Nice!" Peter said. "Thanks. I think I'm getting the hang of this now," I said. Peter got his other ankle and we pulled him towards us. We let go and I shit him again. I pulled but this time went with the webs and kicked him in the face. I landed behind him "I'm so sorry for having to miss your pretty face up!" I said. Peter landed beside me "he also said to go for the legs," he said. Cap went for his shield but Peter stops them by grab and both of his hands with webs and pulling. "Cap pulled back and then twisted around making Peter go flying.
"Rude!" I said and did the same thing Peter did. He, in turn, did the same thing and when he did I shot a web and swang around. "Oh, sweet! You are getting the hang of it!" Peter said as Cap picked his shield up and Peter webbed It but Cap pulled the web and hit Peter in the face knocking him back. I went swinging at him he hit me too making me land beside Peter. "Ow! We're you never taught not to his girls?" I said as I and Peter got up and swang up to crouch down on top of the thing not connected to the plane and the building. "Stark tell you anything else?" Cap asked.
"That you're wrong. You think you're right," I said. "That makes you dangerous," Peter said and I swing down towards Cap but he ended kicking me and knocking him into the wheel of the thing we had been standing on. "Guess he had a point," Cap said. I was standing under and Peter had swang down to check on me but then Cap threw his shield and the walkway started to fall. Peter was there in an instant stopping it. I had closed my eyes but opened them to see him holding it up. " you got heart, kids. Where you from?" Cap asked. "Queens," Peter told him. "Brooklyn," Cap said before running off.
We were able to throw the thing off together and swang off. When we landed we saw Lang super size himself. "Holy shit!" We both said. Lang who had a hold of Rhodey threw him but Peter and I caught him. "Shit!" I yelled as we went with him since he was going so fast. "Truck!" Peter yelled and we braced our feet of the truck. Rhodey stopped and was able to fly back the way we came before he hit the plane. We hung on to his as he flew towards Lang and we shot webs wrapping them around his arm knocking him off balance as Rhodey, Peter, and I flew around him.
Peter and I were running on the plane avoiding Lang when Peter started talking. "Hey, guys, you ever see that really old movie, Empire Strikes Back?" Peter asked as he grabbed my waist and shot a web and swang up away from him. "Really, dude?" I asked. "Jesus, Tony, old are these two?" Rhodey asked. "I don't know, I didn't carbon-data them. They're on the young side" Mr. Stark replied. We were shooting webs and swing around Lang as Peter continued talking. " you know that part where they're on the snow planet.. with the walking thingies?" He asked as we swang around opposite of each other wrapping Lang in the webs.
Teacher's Pet (Part 2)
Prologue Part 1
Warnings: disrespect for the teacher
Words: 486 (the action is just taking off ;)) )
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You headed straight to the school bathroom. Rinses your still sleepy eyes with water, fixed your lips that smeared a little with red lipstick, and freshened your breath so that no one would suspect that you were smoking. You smoothed a slightly crumpled black skirt with your hands. Looked at your mirror image one more time and smiled reassuringly to yourself.
The walk from the bathroom to the classroom gave you an oddly fast heartbeat. It's not that you were afraid of teachers or students. You were quite saucy by nature. It worried your mind that it was your filthy mouth that would put you in trouble.
You knocked lightly on the dark door. After a while, heard a loud 'Come in'. Mrs Warren was speechless at the first sight of you. She looked from your top to bottom. Her eyes finally focused on your skirt.
"Could you, please, tell me..." Her expression changed from shocked to angry. "Why are you late?"
You bit your lip, wanted to laugh, the advancement you were putting in not doing it should be the reason for some kind of reward. Mrs Warren's face was hilarious. She was so furious that there was a little vein on her neck that appeared at that moment.
"It's not your fucking business." You replied with an ironic smile. "You have no major problems?"
That Mrs Warren was pissed off right now is a small understatement. In her entire 20-year career, she has not met with such disrespect. And it's still a student's first day at the new school.
Teachers in private schools were used to being considered inferior to them by students. But what you were doing right now was something new. You took the disrespect and restraint to a new level.
"For example, these wrinkles..." You continued with an angel smirk. "Haven't you thought about doing something with them? It seems to me that a few cosmetic procedures would be enough. Oh, you can't afford them?"
The entire class began to laugh. It was something new for them too, but they liked that you had no sense of what and to whom you were talking.
"Oh really?" Mrs Warren tried to hide the rage and humiliation in her voice. Your words really hurt her. "Do you think this garment is suitable for school?"
"As I said before." You laughed slightly. "It's not your fucking business."
"You've been expelled from five schools." At these words, the class was speechless. They didn't know that fact about their new classmate. "You are still doing your best to get kicked out of the next one. You know what?! Maybe detention will cool your enthusiasm for work."
"Bitch!"You left with all her might slamming the door.
'Why did I say that? Oh God, I'm so stupid!'
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Man Out of Time: Chap. 10, Civil War, Pt. 3
She needs Steve. He's dead set on the mission, even though he knows she needs him. When he glanced back at her, I saw he needed her. Neither wanting to say anything to the other. Not really knowing what to say with me here. His jaw tenses, but he continues to turn back watching her pace.
"What's going to happen to your friends." I ask him. Charlie continues ignoring us and I hear her counting her breaths. I turn my head blankly staring out the front of the jet.
Steve sighs. "Whatever it is...I'll deal with it." He glances back at Charlie, eyes glossy. He wants to deal with our current situation, but is refusing to, his emotions overwhelming him. We have about six hours until we arrive. She's going to pace a trail on the jet if he doesn't do something.
"I don't know if I'm worth all this Steve." Charlie pauses, I sense her staring at me. She's not ignoring us, but she continues her pacing shortly after. Steve turns noticing her pause.
"What you did all those years...it wasn't you. You didn't have a choice."
"I know." I look up looking in his direction. "But I did it." Silence. Besides Charlie's pacing, breathing, and counting. She stops, bringing her hands to her head, she pulls at her hair groaning. She wants to say something. "Talk to her." I whisper.
"We're on a mission."
"And she's falling apart." She begins pacing. Breathing. Counting. I get up with a huff to go to her. She doesn't stop, she vaguely acknowledges I'm closer. I go to grab her hand and she slaps it away. "Doll." She pauses and looks at me, before her eyes find Steve. His head turns to the side.
"Will you not even look at me?" He turns his full body around. "The jet has autopilot you know?" Tears brim at her eyes. He puts the jet on autopilot, giving her his full attention.
"You want to talk about it, princess?" She shakes her head no. "Then what is it?" She moves her face from Steve's eyes, looking into mine and back at Steve. "I need...." I move to go back to my seat. She's embarrassed to say she needs him in front of me. "Don't." She looks at my movement, pulling at my wrist.
"Princess, you're going to have to do more than one syllables."
"Do you not need me?" She barely whispers as a tear rolls down her cheek. Steve rushes over to her wrapping his arms around her. I turn to go to sit back in my seat, and she pulls at my wrist again.
"Of course, I need you. I always need you, princess." Steve pulls back searching her face. She looks down.
"But you haven't...you didn't tell me."
"We're on a mission." She looks back up at him, and he wipes her tear with his thumb.
"But...I need you." He plants a sweet kiss on her lips, and pulling back looking at her. "Steve, please." She hiccups. Steve turns to me.
"Are you okay?" I nod at him, and go to take my seat. Charlie must turn to look at me. "What is it princess?"
"I don't...I don't know." I turn to look back at them, her eyes are staring at me.
"Does it bother you, him being here?" She shakes her head no. "Do you...do you need him too?" Steve turns to look at me. My eyes are wide.
"I don't know."
"Charlie, it's not lost on me that you like having him close. We're friends, talk to me."
"Princess." Charlie weakly smiles.
"Princess, use your empathy." He holds out his hand for her to take, she holds onto it and closing her eyes. When she opens her eyes to look at him, she whispers, "I'm sorry."
"No, it's ok. I didn't help matters." He places his hand on her cheek. "I've got you...do you want me to ask?" She nods, and he places a kiss on her forehead. "Before or after?"
"After." He leads her to the back, and closes the door.
Steve leads me into the back, closing the door. He picks me up and pushes me back on the wall, slamming his lips into mine. Our kisses are full of hunger, we both needed one another. Today was mentally draining. My heart is fragmented and luckily, I have Steve to bring some normalcy back. And Bucky. I push him out of my mind for now, and focus solely on Steve. He puts my feet back on the ground, "Get undressed." I comply. He himself begins taking off his suit.
Our eyes lock back to one another and he picks me back up, wrapping my legs around his waist. He put his hand up to my cheek, fingers on my neck holding my face close to his. I whimper into his mouth and he lets out a growl. He pulls me back from him, allowing me to slip his throbbing cock into my core. My held tilts back as Steve uses his arms to thrust me on him, "Eyes on me princess." I return my eyes back to Steve's, smiling down at him, he gives me a devilish grin.
Not pulling himself out of me, he shifts our weight to lay me on the floor, tunneling deep into my drenched pussy. I let out a pleasured mewl and pull Steve's mouth onto mine. Our kisses become sloppy and he pulls away, looking down, smiling at me, "You're so beautiful princess." He speeds up his penetrating. I arch my back, scratching into his arms as I let out a loud, "Captain." After I climax, he pulls out of me, grabbing my arm, sitting my body up. He walks closer to me, straddling my legs, "Open your mouth." I comply. He shoves his erection into my mouth. Grabbing the back of my head he steers my movements. I bob my head, looking up at him, "Such a good fucking whore you are." I hum on his dick. His movements become irregular, and he cums into my mouth. Pulling back, "Swallow." I comply, wiping the little bit that dribbled down my chin, licking it off my fingers. "I love you."
I return his smile, "I love you, too." He opens up a cabinet and throws me a blanket and large shirt, before dressing himself. He walks over to another cabinet grabbing some water and drinking before handing the water to me.
Steve pets my cheek, gazing down at me with a bright smile. "I'm going to talk to Bucky."
"Are you okay? With this I mean."
"Princess, we're friends...with benefits." He winks.
"For now." He responds. "I'm okay, if you are." He walks through the door closing it behind him.
Steve takes Charlie behind a door, closing it behind them. What did she show him? I look out the window, watching the clouds. It's complicated. It's what they both told me, but they do love one another. I fear they're resisting having a real relationship because of their job. Or is there something else...someone else? And now after today, they're on the run. I haven't talked much to her about what she would want in her future. No doubt people don't want this life. It just happens. When is the fighting going to end? I lean my head back on the seat closing my eyes.
The door opens and only Steve comes through. He walks to the front seat. "She needs you." He doesn't turn his face to look at me.
"In any capacity that you're okay with."
"Steve?" He turns to face me.
I shake my head at him. "What do you want from me?"
"To go back there and see her."
"She needs me like she needs you? Or she just wants to talk? What?" He sighs. "Don't tell me it's complicated. I think we're far from that."
"You don't want to be near her?" I smile nodding my head. "Can you not see she wants to be near you?" Again, I nod my head. "Not everything has to be sexual. That's just, a perk."
"I would say she's yours too."
"She was jealous of Sharon."
"Sharon's been cold towards her, and she took Charlie by surprise."
"You're ok with all this?"
"I was the one who mentioned it to you." He shrugs turning around. "In our life we don't get to have something concrete. Not anymore. Please, just go see her. It doesn't have to be sexual. You could just sleep. There's a bed back there to sleep. She just wants to feel you near her." I stand up to walk back there and pause. "It's okay, Buck." And I make my way behind the door, closing it behind me.
Charlie is sitting on the floor, a too big shirt hangs off her skin, suit haphazardly thrown on the floor. She's taken her hair out of the ponytail, the band resting around her wrist, brushing her hair with her fingers. "Hey." She smiles up at me.
"Hey, doll." She pats the floor beside her. I sit down.
"We never got your back pack returned to us."
"What was in it?" She turns her body to face mine, legs crisscrossed.
"Memories." She looks at me confused. "Notebooks of memories. Anytime I remembered something from my past, I wrote it down. I was scared I would lose them all again." She reaches for my right hand, taking it in hers. "They really messed me up."
"It's nothing that can't be fixed. With work, and time." I give her a weak smile. "Do you think we could ever live a normal life after this?"
"Hopefully. What are we fighting for if not?" She nods her head. We sit in silence for a moment, her fingers tracing the outline of my hand. I didn't realize how these perfectly innocent moments with her calm me. Grounds me.
"Do you think my empathy could ever help you? Or it could ever be used to help you?" I look up at her with squinting eyes. "I mean, you said Hydra, put words in your head to turn you to the Winter Soldier. There has to be a way to get them out."
She's perfect. A perfect little doll. It wasn't long ago she was falling apart. She watched her family rage war against one another. Watched one falling from the sky. A man she viewed as a father, fighting her Captain. And now she's calmed and asking how she can help me. All of our encounters with one another have been with someone around us. Or chasing us. I smile over to her, "It means the world that you would be willing to try."
"You didn't deserve that life. You're kind." I reach my hand around her neck my thumb petting her jaw. "Perfect." She looks at my lips. "Beautiful." She thinks I'm perfect. I slowly pull her closer to me kissing her lips softly. "James." She whispers. No one calls me that, but it's angelic coming from her mouth. I adjust our bodies to lay on the floor, myself hovering over Charlie. We continue our sweet kisses and I hear her whimper into my mouth. I want to take care of her, I don't want to dominate her. I pull myself away from her, removing my suit and boots, still keeping my boxers on and situate my body over hers again.
Her adorable face smiles up at me. I just stare down at her, petting her face with my hands. "You're gorgeous, doll." She gives a melodic giggle, pulling me closer to her lips. Our lips don't meet. "I will do everything..." kiss, "to protect..." kiss, "you." I push my lips further on her and she smiles in our kiss. My mouth moves down to her neck gently peppering sweet kisses on her soft skin. Charlie's finger nails gently rub my back lazily, causing my body to get chill bumps. I trace my nose up her neck and chin, pausing at her mouth to lightly kiss her lips, and continue to trace my nose up the center of her face.
I lower my body over her, and I feel my erection brush against her hips. She quickly inhales. I focus on her face, searching her eyes. "Doll, are you ok?" She nods. "Can I take off your shirt?"
"Yes, James." I remove her shirt and realize she was wearing nothing underneath. She's impeccable. I move my body down and begin kissing her body, starting at her collarbone, trailing down to her breasts, never touching her nipples. Not yet. I continue ghosting kisses down her stomach, brushing my lips lightly across her skin. I see her breathing hitch, and can hear her heart racing. I'm glad she can't hear mine; I feel it busting out of my chest. I want her, but I want to take my time with her. "James." She whispers. I take my tongue, dragging it up her body, stopping only to peer down at her. Her eyes are heavy, the pupils have widened so much their blocking out most of the hazel color.
"I want you." Wording different than with Steve.
"I want you." She spreads her legs wider and begins pulling down my boxers. I place my member at her entrance, bracing myself. Her perfectly angelic face smiles up at me through her lashes, and I slowly enter her. My dick is wrapped in her warmth. I dip my head, beginning to suck at each of her breasts, she sucks in her breath, and I adjust to look back down at her. Charlie lets out a soft hum as I sink deeper into her. I feel her tighten around me as she grabs at my arms, gliding them up to my head, wrapping her fingers through my hair. She pulls me closer to her lips, moving her head up to kiss me. Timidly she pushes her tongue into my mouth. I return the action, slowly tunneling into her.
Charlie moans into our kiss and I swallow it. I steadily intensify my pace. Wanting this moment to linger on. She's perfect. I use a hand to pet her thigh and she picks both legs up, wrapping them around my torso and pulling me even closer to her. I pull back to look at her, we smile at one another, her brow furrows as the sensation becomes almost too much for her. I use a hand to brush hair out of her face, and tucking my hand behind her head, pulling her into me. "You're so beautiful Charlie."
"James." She's able to whisper out. "I...lo..."
I speed up my thrusts, crashing my lips into her. Before our want was sweet, now I want her, to cum. "When you get close, grab my hand and use your empathy." She looks up at me. "I want to feel you." Mind, body, and soul. She nods her head; I steadily increase my pace. She tightens around me, grabbing my hand. I slam our lips together. I see her pure love for me. Seeing myself through her eyes is odd, but beautiful, like her. I see how she has imagined a life, not fighting, with me. I see while she needs, and loves Steve, she wants me.
I release into her. Her hand holding mine goes limp and she drops her grasp. Her arm flops lazily on the ground. She looks up at me, I stare back down at her. Both of us panting, sweat beading around our hairlines. Charlie's hand reaches up to my hair brushing it to the side, "I love you." I breathe down to her. She hesitates, but her empathy doesn't lie, I know how she feels. "You don't have to say anything, but it's true. You should know." I plant my lips on hers. "I love you." She barely whispers, trembling in my embrace. I lift myself up, pulling out of her. I put my hand down to help her stand. When her body is upright her legs give out and I catch her, wrapping my arms around her, steadying her stance. "I've got you."
Charlie's eyes look up at me, searching my face. She's scared. "It's okay." I assure her.
"I can't lose you. Either of you."
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Man Out of Time: Chap. 10, Civil War, Pt. 2
Steve is explaining the plan to everyone, and his eyes turn to me, "Charlie, I want you with Sam and Bucky." I nod my head. "Try to stay out of the sight of Tony." We jog off from the group.
"What's the deal with you and Tony?" Bucky asks.
"He's kind of, well he's like Clint. We're just not related. He's not happy with me and Steve. He kind of hates you. The Accords have left things heated."
Sam laughs, "Is that what you want to call it?" We stop and await Steve's signal. Please let this go well.
I can't hear what anyone is saying, but I can see that Tony and Rhodey are talking to Steve, everyone seems calm. For now. Then I see him, T'Challa. I shift closer to Bucky and pull at his hand. T'Challa wants Bucky dead. No one's dying, doll. I keep repeating that in my head. Tony begins moving around, I see the anger painted on his face. My heart aches, no one wanted to see us fight amongst ourselves.
Nat comes around the corner. There goes another piece of my heart. How many times must it break in one day? Someone launches a white substance at Steve's shield, and then at his hands, tying them together. They land on a truck looking up at Steve, holding his shield. What the hell?
"Who the hell is Spider-Man?" Bucky whispers over to me and Sam. Super soldier. Super hearing, it can be annoying, but this time it's a welcome feature. Sam and I shake our heads. No idea who Spider-Man is. Tony's features are pained, he's angry. Hurt. "He's not happy about Steve getting all of you involved."
"Our choice, Buck." I respond. I can't look away from Tony. His expressions are breaking another piece off of what's left of my heart.
"He got it." Sam looks at us. Redwing's been looking for our escape ride. "We found it. Their Quinjet's in hangar five, north runway." He responds over coms to the team, to Steve. Bucky pulls at my arm and we three run towards our getaway.
I look over, Rhodey has spotted us. I pick up my speed. Steve throws his shield at him, and I see T'Challa trying to run towards us, and Steve turns his attention to him. He's going to be the problem. He wants Bucky dead. No one's dying, doll.
"What the hell is that?" Bucky screams, I look up, Spider-Man lands on the glass roof above us.
Sam glances up too, "Everyone's got a gimmick now."
He uses his white substance, webbing...Spider-Man, to swing through the glass. Sam stops to deal with him, and Bucky pushes me over to the side that's further away from Spider-Man. His feet make contact with Sam throwing him to the side, Bucky stops and throws a punch with his metal arm to Spider-Man, and he catches it. Bucky looks at him confused. Spider-Man is strong.
"You have a metal arm? That is awesome, dude." He's a kid! What the hell Tony? Bringing them in younger and younger. I spin around kicking the kid off Bucky, and Sam flies up catching him, flying away. Bucky smiles at me and I pull his arm running towards our getaway again.
The kid is able to free himself from Sam's arm using his webbing. He swings around facing back at me and Bucky. "Wait, you're the winter princess!"
"I wish people would quit calling me that!" I swing my body around using my legs to wrap around his waist and use my arms to pull him down, pinning him. "The name's Charlie."
"Peter." Bucky comes behind us, again using his metal arm to punch him and Peter catches it.
"Could you quit trying to kill him Bucky?"
"We're just playing, doll." He smiles and Peter uses his webbing to pull himself away. Sam flies over to him again grabbing him, Bucky and I continue running towards our destination. Peter swings away from Sam, effortlessly weaving through the building. Sam shoots back at him, and Peter swings away, narrowly being missed.
"Bucky do something!" He glances over and picks up a large sign throwing it at him.
"Hey, buddy, I think you lost this!" Peter shouts, Bucky and I look around the pillar, we were hiding behind. Peter caught the damn thing and is throwing it back. Bucky grabs my wrist pulling me behind the pillar. It smacks the pillar and Bucky lets out a growl.
"You ok doll?"
"Fine." I pull him and we're off running again. Sam knocks Peter off his perch with his feet before Peter swings away again and shoots webbing at Sam's wings, causing Sam to fall. The kids unnaturally good. Sam crashes into a kiosk and stands up before Peter shoots webbing at his hands, cuffing him to the railing.
"Those wings carbon fiber?" Peter asks him.
"Is this stuff coming out of you?" Sam glances down at his hands.
"That would explain the rigidity-flexibility ratio." I smile shaking my head. "Which, gotta say, that's awesome, man."
"I don't know if you've been in a fight before, but there's usually not this much talking."
"Alright, sorry. My bad." He lets out another webbing towards the ceiling, ready to swing at Sam before me and Bucky can reach Sam, trying to block him. Peter's kick knocks off the glass banister and we go crashing down to the floor below us, landing with a crunch. Peter was able to shoot webbing around Sam's torso trapping his arms, webbing at Bucky's metal arm, and pins my arms above my head. I let out a grunt.
"Guys, look, I'd love to keep this up, but I've only got one job here today...and I got to impress Mr. Stark, so, I'm really sorry." He begins to shoot more webbing at us before Redwing launches at his arm, "Wait. What?" Flying him out of the building.
I collapse my head onto the floor grunting at the glass that's behind me stabbing into my body. Bucky and Sam are tired and frozen in place, sprawled out. "You couldn't have done that earlier?" Bucky responds.
"I hate you."
I sigh, shuffling a leg closer to Bucky, "Reach into the pocket on my thigh, there's a knife there, Buck. You can cut us free." His hands roam around my leg. "Uh, yeah, not there. I meant the outside of my thigh." I shift my eyes towards him. A chuckle escapes his lips.
"Sorry, doll, I can't see with my hands." He grabs the knife out and cuts off the webbing on his arms. He jumps up standing over at me smiling. "You look good like this."
"Would you two get a room?" Sam huffs. Bucky leans over cutting me free. Tucking the knife in one of his own pockets. I roll my eyes at him and reach down and grab another, not removing my eyes from him, and then squat to cut Sam free.
We finally reach the others, joining the formation, running out to our ride. Bucky and Sam to my left, Clint and Scott on my right, Wanda behind me, and Steve in front of me. I pick up my speed. We're getting closer until Vision beams a line on the tarmac. Literally lines are drawn. We all stop. "Captain Rogers, I know you believe what you're doing is right." The rest of the Avengers form on the other side of the line, "But for the collective good, you must surrender now."
"What do we do, Cap?" Sam asks.
"We fight." Wanda and I walk beside one another, advancing on the others. None of us wanted it to come to this.
Almost reading my mind, Nat shrugs her head, "This is going to end well." They begin marching towards us. We all glance around to one another before picking up our speed to a run.
"They're not stopping." Peter looks to Tony.
"Neither are we." Tony and Rhodey lift off the ground, joining Vision and continue heading towards us. Wanda and Sam lift off the tarmac as well, each prepared to take on another flyer. Tony heading straight towards Steve. No one's dying, doll. A few already make contact.
I run with Bucky towards T'Challa. He crashes into him knocking him to the ground before I kick him off. He propels himself back up heading straight towards Bucky, hitting him and Bucky returning the punch. T'Challa's body is pushed to face at me and I begin fighting him. Bucky comes back behind him, and T'Challa kicks me back and I fall on the ground. I look over to Steve and Tony and pick myself up off the ground. Bucky is able to knock T'Challa down again, and he wastes no time in getting back up, ready to pounce. Spinning my leg, I kick at his stomach, and he catches it slinging me to the ground. Bucky grabs at his neck with his left arm and T'Challa does the same, jabbing him in the stomach with his knee. "I didn't kill your father."
"Then why did you run?" He pulls Bucky's arm off his neck. Bucky escapes, punching at the arm, while his right arm connects with T'Challa as he takes them both down. Standing back up he kicks a leg up to Bucky's face launching him to box filled pallets. T'Challa's claws protrude out and I run to him, swinging my legs around his neck and proceed to punch him. He throws me off and advances his claws to Bucky's neck. Wanda is able to use her magic to stop him and sends him flying into a carrier. I nod my thanks to her and reach a hand down to Bucky. "Not letting me go are Ya doll?"
"Shut up." I tell Bucky. Wanda shoots us a knowing glance.
"I'll talk to you about this later." She calls back.
"What was that about?" Bucky smirks.
"She reads minds. Let's find Steve and get the hell out of here." I pull at his arm and we set out to find Steve. When we find him, I run over to him. He quickly glances over me, checking to see if I'm okay. "We gotta go. That guy's probably in Siberia by now." Bucky looks over to us.
"We gotta draw out the flyers." Steve responds, we both look around at our settings. "I'll take Vision; you two get to the jet." He points at me and Bucky. I back up looking at him about to protest.
"No, you get to the jet." Sam shouts over coms. "All three of you! The rest of us aren't getting out of here."
"As much as I hate to admit it...if we're gonna win this one, some of us might have to lose it." Clint responds. I look up at Steve, he cups my cheek and mouths, "I love you." I grimace and mouth it back. He looks over to Bucky, inhaling deeply.
"This isn't the real fight, Steve."
His hand drops from my cheek. "Alright Sam. What's the play?"
"We need a diversion. Something big."
"I got something kinda big. But I can't hold it very long. On my signal, run like hell. And if I tear myself in half...don't come back for me." Scott responds.
Bucky looks over at us confused shaking his head. "He's gonna tear himself in half?" I return his confused stare, shrugging my shoulders.
"You sure about this, Scott?" Steve asks, taking my hand in his.
"I do it all the time. I mean, once. In a lab. Then I passed out."
"And Steve, Bucky, take care of her. Charlie, fight like hell." Clint tells us. If caught he's going to prison. Another piece of my heart breaks off.
"Stay safe, papa bear." With that Scott's body appears out of nowhere, shooting up sixty feet, grabbing a hold of Rhodey's legs. We move closer together looking up at Scott, "I guess that's our signal." I glance between the two super soldiers. Bucky shakes his head dismayed.
"Way to go, Tic Tac!"
I turn with Steve and Bucky and we head towards the Quinjet. Scott is able to block the majority of the attacks heading towards us thankfully. Another beam shoots out hitting the top of the hangar, collapsing it right in front of us. I see the wiggly woos, Wanda has caught it with her magic. I turn back to her, silently thanking my friend. Bucky pulls at my arm guiding me and Steve to run faster.
Someone must have distracted Wanda because it starts to actually fall. Steve grabs me pulling me faster, covering us with the shield. We somehow made it through unscathed only to find Nat. Steve runs ahead a bit more before stopping.
"You're not gonna stop." Nat states, knowing that we are in fact not going to stop.
"You know I can't."
She sighs bringing her Black Widow's bite up pointing it at him, "I'm gonna regret this." At the last second, she shifts, shooting between me and Steve, causing me to jump closer to Bucky. She hits T'Challa who's made his way into the hangar behind us. "Go." She tells us. We run into the Quinjet, trying to get out of here as quickly as possible. To stop the fighting, and get away from the flyers. Nat continues to shoot her Black Widow's bite at T'Challa, buying us some time.
Steve powers up the jet, and T'Challa attempts to grab onto a wheel, but we were able to get out. I breathe a sigh of relief looking out the window. "Beside us, Steve." He looks over and sees Rhodey flying closer, Tony following closely behind. Steve accelerates the jet. I see another beam from Vision and turn around. The beam hits Rhodey and I see him plummeting to the ground below. No, no! No one's dying, doll. Bucky grabs ahold of my hand, giving it a tight squeeze. Steve looks out noticing what happened. Sam and Tony fly down to trying to reach Rhodey.
"Charlie, we have a mission. I'm sorry."
"I didn't want this." I stare back ahead.
"I know." He responds softly.
"No one's dying, doll." I turn and meet Bucky's eyes. He can't know that, but I meet him with a meek smile. And we make our way to Siberia.
Around twenty minutes pass, all of us sitting silently. I can't handle it anymore. "Steve, I need.... " I start, and then stop. Steve takes his eyes from the front of the jet, looking at me. "I'm going to walk around." I pace around the jet, inhaling and exhaling slowly. Counting each breath. I need Steve. I understand what he means when he asks me that. I can't tell him.
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Pairings: Steve Rogers × Desi! F! Reader
Summary: A series of one shots with Steve and desi reader.
Reader: Indian, Hindu, Desi, works at the Avengers Compound as the resident doctor in the Medical Wing. (Y/n L/n)
Tanya: Reader's sister living with their mother in India.
Garima: Reader's mother, Widow, lives in Mumbai.
Tarun: Reader's brother, Professional Travel photographer, travelling around the world. Mentioned only for now.
More to come.....
Warning: fluff, minor angst (if any), conversations in hindi but side by side english translations, mentions of violence(... Maybe?), cursing?... Will keep adding as the story goes.
You bring Steve home to Mumbai to meet your family.
Bura na mano Holi hai
You introduce Steve to the festival of Holi.
Celebrating Dussehra in Delhi with the Soldier Trio.
Mehendi (Wedding Series)
Steve × Desi! Reader Hindu wedding series.
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Man Out of Time: Chap. 10, Civil War, Pt. 1
I wake the next morning Charlie still holding onto me, and Bucky snuggled close to her, his head resting on her back and his arm wrapped around her waist. I watch their steady breathing as Bucky's body rises and falls with hers. Gently I wipe her hair out of her face, and try to ease out from under her. She slightly stirs and tilts her head towards me, "Sleep, princess. That's an order from your Captain." Eyes never opening she smiles at me, flipping her body around, burrowing into Bucky's chest. He adjusts his weight to fully wrap his arms around her, resting his head on top of hers.
I stand up walking to the window, looking out into the streets below. One more day, and we'll be heading to Siberia, hopefully beating the doctor to the other winter soldiers. I hear Sam get up, turning to look at him, I see him look to Charlie and Bucky before turning his attention to me. "What did you do Steve?" I tilt my head at him, not sure what he's referring to. "You're not bothered?" He motions his hands to my two sleeping friends. I shake my head no. "I thought she meant more to you than that."
I sigh. "Sam, we're friends."
He lets out an exasperated breath. "You love her." He states. I nod my head. "And yet, you're not bothered she's falling for Bucky. You pushed them together last night."
I look back at them. They're still peacefully sleeping, Bucky quietly snoring, while Charlie hums into his chest. I can't help but smile. I turn my attention back out the window. "It's complicated."
"I want her, them, safe...happy. Look at them." Sam turns and looks, huffing and shaking his head. "It doesn't make sense, but I know she's protected, and so he is."
"They just met, and look how...close they are."
How do I explain this? "I was the same way; you didn't say anything to me." I smirk over at him. "Do you not feel her warmth?" Sam looks at me confused. "It's like she has this warmth radiating from her, pulling me to her. It's like, like she's a drug. It's intoxicating."
"You're such an addict." He laughs. "I feel the warmth I guess, but not the way you two do. Obviously. But I just want to protect her, and you. I don't trust him. He' too easily controlled." He removes his gaze from me. "Charlie, too. Princess?" He scoffs. "Don't try to control her out there. If you do, you're no better than Hydra." I look back at Charlie. He's right. I shouldn't use our relationship to control her when we're fighting.
"I know....I want her safe. She has a need to prove herself to me."
"Trust her, like you do him." I nod my head. Bucky stirs. His eyes open looking down at her, kissing her forehead gently, he raises his eyes and meets mine. Uncomfortably he tries to pull himself away from her. I put my hand out telling him to stop, let her sleep.
Turning back to look at the streets outside, I hear her let out a yawn, she sits up stretching and popping her neck. Bucky stands, reaching a hand to help her stand. "Thank you," she whispers and walks over to me. Wrapping her arms around my waist she leans against my back and inhales; I hold onto her hands. "Morning, Steve," She whispers. "When will everyone get here?"
I brush my fingers against her arm, causing chill bumps. "Tomorrow. We're meeting with Sharon," she pulls away, "to bring us our gear." I turn back to her. "Charlie, she's helping us out." Sam walks away from us.
"She doesn't like me." I let out a sigh and shake my head. "She doesn't Steve. She, she's jealous I guess." I laugh. "It's not funny."
"Just play nice. She's risking her job to help us out."
"To help you out. She'll probably forget my stuff."
Third Person POV:
"Thunder only happens when it's raining, players only love you when they're playing." Charlie is in a corner, earbuds in listening to her iPod, bopping her head to the beat of the music softly singing, looking out at nothing. Steve and Sam are near the window watching and planning. Bucky walks over to Charlie, sitting down. She smiles up at him, still softly singing and hands him an earbud. Bucky places it in his ear, smiling over to her. He follows her lead and bops his head with the music.
Sam Cooke "Bring It on Home to Me" begins playing. Bucky stands, reaching his hand down to Charlie, "Dance with me, doll." She uses his hand to pull herself up, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders, he timidly places his hands on her hips, looking over to Steve. Steve briefly peeks at the two dancing out of the corner of his eyes, smiling, before returning his attention back to Sam.
"If you ever change your mind, about leaving, leaving me behind. Oh baby, bring it to me. Bring your sweet loving. Bring it on home to me. Yeah,"
"Yeah." Sam joins in echoing Charlie's singing smiling at her, much like the song, before continuing his conversation with Steve.
Charlie continues softly singing to Bucky, her face vibrant and animated with her expressions. He can't help but smile a big toothy grin at her. Despite their intense situation she's bringing a warmth and lightness to their last hours before all hell breaks loose. The innocent and playful dancing softens his heart, Steve is a lucky man, he thinks. Sam walks over to the dancing pair, reaching out his hand, Bucky reluctantly releases his grip on her, allowing her to take his hand. He dramatically spins her out, bringing her back close to him and singing the song with her. They continue to dance before Steve cuts in, Charlie's face beams up at him, pulling herself close to his chest, she rests her head on him, and he tightly wraps his arms around her and they dance closely. Charlie continues singing into his chest, her and Bucky are the only ones actually hearing the music. There is a calm over the veterans and Charlie, the last bit of peace before their impending war.
Charlie didn't get much sleep last night, her anxiety caused her to wake up throughout the night, pacing around the room. I could hear her taking her time breathing, counting each inhale and exhale. She would come back to sit in between me and Steve, rest her head on him, placing her hand close to me, and I would take her hand in mine, giving a quick squeeze. Resting only for a bit before she would start the process all over again. Steve and I never said anything to her. There's nothing to say. We all hope we can get out of the country safe, but we're prepared with our growing numbers. Tomorrow we'll meet with Sharon to get our gear, and meet with Clint (I have learned this is Charlie's uncle), Wanda, and a Scott. Scott isn't someone that Charlie has ever met. I couldn't tell if Charlie was anxious about seeing Sharon or the prospect of a fight with her friends. Probably both.
Steve guides us to our getaway car. An old Volkswagen Beetle. Sam lifts the seat and Charlie crawls in. He looks at me with a glaring smile, "You too, tinman." I get in beside Charlie and she places her small hand on my thigh before leaning onto my shoulder.
"You should try and get some sleep princess. I know you didn't rest much. We've got a little bit of a drive until we reach Sharon." Charlie yawns and smiles up at Steve before closing her eyes. Not long into the drive I can hear her sweet, soft humming noise escaping from her mouth. She's asleep.
We reach the destination where we meet Sharon. Steve closes the door and I hear Charlie exhale loudly. I glance down at her and eyes never open. "I hate her." Sam laughs up front. She places my flesh hand over top hers. "Can I shoot her?" She giggles.
"Not in public." I respond with a chuckle.
"Just be thankful she's willing to help us out." Sam calls back. She scoffs up at him and shifts further away from me, her eyes briefly look up to Steve and Sharon talking, she turns her head looking out her side of the window.
I'm now uncomfortable with the situation playing in front of us, Charlie's growing hatred for Sharon, and physically uncomfortable with Sam's seat pushed back into my legs. Sam's glaring at Steve and Sharon as she opens the trunk to her car, revealing everyone's gear, thankfully Charlie's is there as well. "Can you move your seat up?" I flatly ask him.
"No." He responds.
My eyes don't leave the pair in front of me, she's flirting with Steve. To the side of my eyes, I see Charlie pat the middle of the back seat, wanting me to scoot over closer. Sharon glances over at us, I glare at her and shift my body beside Charlie's. Sharon's body goes closer to Steve's as she wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him. He returns the gesture. I place my hand on Charlie's thigh, gently squeezing it. "They're kissing, aren't they?"
"No worse than what you and the cyborg did." Sam responds, still not removing his gaze.
Charlie sighs, "Steve was a part of that too." Her lips get a bit of a devilish grin, thinking of our night together. She huffs again, sitting up to look at them right as they pull away. Sharon turns from Steve and gets in her car. Steve looks at the ground before at all of us. Sam smiles nodding his head, I smirk, Charlie is throwing daggers with her eyes. Steve straightens up with an annoyed look on his face before turning back to grab everyone's gear. He places it in the trunk of the Beetle and gets in.
We all sit silently not knowing what to say, "Well that was awkward. I can see now why she hates me."
"Charlie don't." Steve warns. She stiffens next to me, but doesn't respond. We drive to the airport silently, but Charlie places her hand over mine, tucking her fingers around my metal hand, using her thumb to draw circles on top. She doesn't recoil from my prosthetic arm.
We arrive to the airport. We shouldn't have let Steve drive. He struggled with the Beetle. Steve parks close to a van and gets out, lifting the seat for Charlie to exit, offering her a hand. She glares up at him before helping herself out. Sam and I exit the small car as well. A man walks around the van and Charlie beams up at him before running to him, he encases her in his arms picking her up and spins them both around. Clint. He places her back down looking her up and down, making sure she's ok. "Thank you, Steve." Steve walks closer and Charlie stiffens, the moment isn't lost on Clint but he doesn't question it.
"You know we wouldn't have called, if we had any other choice." Steve reaches his hand out to shake the mans.
"Hey, man, you're doing me a favor. Besides, I owe a debt." He looks down at Charlie before turning and looking at a woman walking over to Charlie and Steve. Wanda. His gaze turns to Sam and then me, glaring, before turning and looking at Charlie grimacing.
"Thanks for having my back." Steve acknowledges Wanda. Sam walks over to them and stands behind, but placed in between Steve and Charlie.
"It was time to get off my ass." Clint smiles and looks at Wanda with a knowing glance.
"How about our other recruit?" Steve asks Clint.
"He's rarin' to go. Had to put a little coffee in him..."
"Coffee?" Charlie's demeanor changes, piping up.
"Got you some, too." Clint walks over to the van, yanking the sliding door open. The door slams open and the man jumps awake. Scott. "He should be good."
Sam fully comes in between Charlie and Steve crossing his arms looking at Scott. "What time zone is this?" He stumbles out of the van looking at Clint confused as to where he is.
"Come on. Come on." Clint annoyingly answers, tapping Scott's back pushing him closer to the trio. Scott notices Steve and a shocked expression crosses his eyes.
"Captain America." He answers excitedly shaking his hands. "Mr. Lang." Steve responds. Scott doesn't drop Steve's hand. "It's an honor. I'm shaking your hand too long. Wow! This is awesome! Captain America." He turns looking at Wanda, "I know you, too. You're great." Scott turns to Steve and squeezes his shoulders, feeling his muscles. "Geeze." Charlie lets out a giggle looking at Wanda. Scott focuses back on her, "Wow, you're the winter princess." Charlie's giggles stop. "Ah, look, I wanna say, I know you know a lot of super people, so thinks for thanking of me. Hey, man!" He turns to Sam.
"What's up, Tic Tac?"
"Uh, good to see you. Look, what happened last time when I..."
"It was a great audition, but it'll never happen again."
"Did they tell you what we're up against?" Steve interjects.
"Something about some psycho-assassins?" He glances over at me and then Charlie, winter princess makes sense now. The world views her as my partner.
"We're outside the law on this one. So, if you come with us, you're a wanted man."
"Yeah, well, what else is new?"
"We should get moving." I answer, we've been standing for too long. Charlie turns to me and starts to walk over. Again, Clint glares at me.
"We got a chopper lined up." Clint says looking at Charlie.
A man's voice comes over the speaker in German. "They're evacuating the airport." Charlie reaches my side, and pulls me to the trunk of the car to get everyone's gear out.
"Stark." Sam states simply looking at Steve. He looks over to Charlie. They need to say what they need to say, and quickly.
"Stark?" Lang asks, looking at anyone that will answer him.
"Suit up." Steve responds. He glances back at Charlie, and she tosses him his suit. Walking closer to us, he acts like he's about to say something, "Don't, Steve. We're friends. Wherever you go I go." He cups her face with his hand, using his thumb to caress her. "I've got you."
"I know." She whispers. She's forgiven him. She glances over at me offering me a smile. Charlie finishes suiting up, I forgot how sexy she looked in that, she checks every holster and pocket, ensuring that all her arsenal is present. When she's satisfied Clint jogs over.
"Hey, kid, they...they treating you, ok?" He glares over at me and Charlie responds with a nod. "Winter princess huh?"
"Shut up. That's not my name, papa bear."
He smiles and gives her his hand; she takes it and closes her eyes. I know he'll be able to see her emotions, Charlie pulls away from him and he nods. He faces me, "We'll talk later, but you better keep her safe."
"What did you show him?" I ask.
"It doesn't always work that way. I can project my feelings, but sometimes stronger feelings come through." She shrugs, "He knows you haven't tried to hurt me." I reach for her neck rubbing the faint bruising and she brushes my hand away. "He knows I'll fight to the death to keep you and Steve safe."
"No one's dying, doll."
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Would any one be interested in a college!steve rogers like my bucky barnes one, like I have one in my drafts but idk if anyone wants it
Captain America: The Scarlet Winter
Summary: What if instead of Natasha, Steve’s partner in crime during the events of The Winter Soldier was young S.H.I.E.L.D agent Wanda Maximoff? AU where after the attack where she lost her parents, Wanda was rescued by S.H.I.E.L.D agents.
Characters/Pairing: Steve Rogers/Wanda Maximoff, Sam Wilson, Nick Fury, Bucky Barnes, Maria Hill
Word Count: 18.5k
Warnings: Canon typical violence, mild language
Notes: POV Wanda Maximoff, Follows the events of Captain America: The Winter Soldier as well as the life of Wanda Maximoff. For the sake of this story, Stark Industries did not supply the weapons used for the attacks on Sokovia. *this is my first time posting a fic on tumblr so please bear with me*
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For a moment, there was nothing but the ringing in Wanda’s ears to remind her that she was still alive. The smoke was so thick, she couldn’t tell if her eyes were open or closed. She wanted nothing more than to let it swallow her, to simply lay down and dream away the sweltering heat and the sounds of blasts that were slowly returning with her hearing. As the smoke cleared, she saw her home reduced to nothing more than a pile of rubble, her parents nowhere to be seen. Although deep down she knew it was a futile thought, she imagined that her parents had made it out alive, that somehow they knew what was coming for them and would soon return to their children.
Wanda’s trance was broken as Pietro pulled her away and under their parents' bed. Before she had time to react, a second bomb fell into the rubble only a few feet from the bed, causing her and her brother to jump. She braced for the impact of another explosion, holding on to Pietro as tight as she could. Pietro tried to convince Wanda to flee, but she knew there was no hope; eventually the bomb would go off.
For two days, the twins waited for the shell to explode. They whispered stories to each other, desperately trying to get their minds somewhere better, happier. Wanda knew that if they did not make a move, they would die here anyway with dry mouths and empty bellies.
“Over here! I think we’ve got survivors!”
Wanda nudged her brother awake from his troubled sleep, as she saw the movement of several pairs of boots trudging around to the rubble, to the twins’ shelter.
“Here! Here!” Wanda called out, using what little english she knew.
“I’ve got you. It’s going to be okay,” she heard a woman’s voice call out and she was pulled out from under the bed. She made sure her brother was safe before wrapping her arms around the stranger’s neck and drifting off into an uneasy sleep, tears still streaming their way down her face.
Wanda knew what this mission was really for. It was a test of not only her tactical skills in the field, but a test of her emotional strength as well. She knew the dangers of becoming too emotionally involved in a mission, the way it made you a risk to yourself and others. She also knew this was why Fury had decided to grant her and Pietro this assignment. It was supposed to be a simple mission to gather intel. The problem was that this mission took place in her home country, where she and her brother had not been since they had been rescued from the fallout of the attack that killed her parents. S.H.I.E.L.D had been following rumors regarding the location of Loki’s lost Scepter as well as whispers of unethical human experimentation.
As much as she had wanted to prove her strength, in the days approaching the mission she was overcome with anxiety and flooded with nightmares. However, when the time came to fly out to Sokovia, both her and Pietro had felt their training kick in and it became like any other assignment. Yet, this was not any other assignment. When the twins had arrived along with the rest of their S.H.I.E.L.D team, the group was swiftly outnumbered and the twins were separated from the team. Back at S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters, the twins had officially been reported missing and many assumed them to be dead.
When they discovered a facility hidden deep in the woods, Wanda and Pietro believed that they were going to go back to Fury presenting their discoveries and finally be awarded the trust they deserved as well as the chance to take on more serious assignments.
“Something seems wrong about this,” Wanda tried to warn Pietro as they walked deeper into what appeared to be an abandoned laboratory. Suddenly, a scream tore through the silence and Wanda immediately ran towards the sound. Wanda watched in horror as several scientists observed a woman collapse to the ground after coming in contact with what she recognized as the Scepter. The last thing she saw was the woman’s lifeless body before she was struck suddenly with a sharp pain and her vision went black.
“You can’t do this!” Wanda screamed as she banged her hands helplessly on the glass.
“Touch the sample, or watch your brother die. We will have you, one way or another” One of the scientists spat back as a large guard held a gun to Pietro’s head.
She slowly stepped towards the Scepter, shaking with fear. The cerulean stone shot out of its place in the Scepter suddenly and seemed to flow to her like a magnet. She reached only a finger out to touch the stone and when she came in contact with it, it burst into a bright yellow flare in which she saw a vision of an unknown figure who overwhelmed her with their power, which she could feel coursing through her own body.
Wanda’s eyes opened gradually. She could see several agents that she recognized, including Director Fury. She felt the slight shake of the familiar S.H.I.E.L.D aircraft.
“You’re safe, Wanda,” Fury said in a whisper, placing a warm hand on her shoulder. Wanda had never known Fury to be a comforting presence, or to speak so softly as this. Shouldn’t she be reprimanded for the way the mission had gone so wrong? Hadn’t she and Pietro failed Fury?
Wanda bolted up suddenly, a pit forming in her stomach and she stumbled around looking for any sign of her twin.
“Pietro!” She called out, her chest heaving, desperately searching for him. Wanda’s knees buckled and she fell to the cold metal floor of the plane. “How could you?” she cried out at Fury. If Pietro wasn’t with her, right beside her, then she realized that he was still there in the hands of those wretched men.
“We did what we could. There was no way we could get both of you out.”
“Is he alive?” Wanda demanded, hanging on to hope.
“Yes, but I’m afraid we have no idea where he is now. Another team was sent to do recon on the facility after we were able to rescue you. The lab was cleared out. All that was left were bodies.”
Wanda sensed the anger rising in her and at once a blast of energy left her body knocking down several crates of weapons and supplies as well as knocking out several other passengers. Wanda looked on in alarm and the damage she had caused and collapsed in burning sobs.
“It’s going to be okay, Wanda. It’s going to be okay.”
Chapter 1 - The Lemurian Star
[March 2014, Washington D.C]
Wanda woke suddenly, clutching her heaving chest and trying desperately to catch her breath. In her panic she had unintentionally blasted the framed photos and art prints off the walls of her apartment as well as cracking the vanity mirror of her nightstand. She had had the nightmare again. She was back in the rubble and destruction of her childhood home, except this time she was alone, trembling under that bed all by herself. She called out for her brother but it was no use; Pietro was nowhere to be found.
Wanda wrapped her arms around herself in a tight hug and patted both her shoulders lightly with her hands, taking deep breaths to calm herself as she had been taught to do. When she found herself to be focused she released her grip on her body and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. She took in the mess that she had made of her bedroom and used the opportunity as a chance to practice her powers, which she had been training as part of her rehabilitation from the failed Sokovia mission. She focused her mind on a framed picture of her and Pietro that had fallen from the wall near her bedroom door, willing it to return to its home on the wall and guiding it with her hands. She marveled at her precision, returning each decoration and keepsake back to its spot. Not much good had come into her life in the past few months, with Pietro still missing and the endless stream of nightmares that kept her awake into the late hours of the night, but the powers. Wanda had never felt so powerful and capable and the constant training needed to fully wield her powers gave her something to take her mind off things, something to be proud of.
Wanda pulled herself out of bed and to the bathroom to get herself ready for the long day ahead. It was the day of her first mission since Pietro had gone missing. If Wanda could prove to Fury that she was prepared to be out in the field and that she could keep her powers in check, then she could take the search for Pietro into her own hands.
Wanda sat at her kitchen table sipping her tea as she went through the day’s itinerary. Her first objective was to pick up Steve Rogers and brief him on the night’s mission. Too inexperienced to take part in the battle for New York, she had only heard of the man through stories and gossip. The Living Legend, The Man Out of Time, Captain America. Although it wasn’t technically part of Fury’s directive, Wanda figured making Steve’s acquaintance would be a mission on all its own. She herself hadn’t had much experience in the way of social interaction lately and if she was really being honest she wasn’t the warmest of company before Pietro went missing. Now she was expected to make small talk with a man who spent 70 years frozen in the arctic.
Wanda went back to her bedroom to gather her tactical gear, making sure she had everything prepared for the mission. If anything was to go wrong with the assignment, it would not be due to her sloppy preparation. She tried her best to steady her shaking hands as she placed weapons in their carriers. She headed to the front door of the apartment, taking a deep breath before carefully turning the knob and stepping out.
Wanda took in the view of the city as she drove down the busy streets in her S.H.I.E.L.D appointed vehicle. The jet black corvette was a bit too flashy for her taste. It wasn’t hard for her to spot Steve along the path of the monument with his height and bulk overshadowing his companion. She pulled up next to the tree where the two men conversed in the shade.
“Mr. Rogers,” Wanda called out, “I’m Wanda Maximoff. I’m your ride.”
“Well isn’t it a wonderful day in our neighborhood, Mr. Rogers,” the other man chuckled, looking up at Steve from the base of the tree. Wanda laughed along weakly, her cheeks burning red.
“It is nice out today, now that you mention it,” Steve replied, missing the exchange between Wanda and the other man.
“I guess you do have quite a lot to catch up on,” the man remarked.
“Pleasure to meet you Wanda,” Steve said, meeting Wanda’s eyes for the first time. After a brief pause Steve continued,“Well, I guess we better get going. Thanks for the run, Sam.”
“Anytime you’re in the neighborhood, Rogers,” the man, Sam, said, giving Steve a small salute.
The gentle hum of the radio in the background was the only thing that kept Wanda from feeling the need to break the silence between her and Steve. After she explained the mission plan and objective, the two fell silent as they drove along steadily toward the rendezvous point. Wanda glanced over at Steve as he flipped through a small black notebook. Curiosity got the best of her, and she asked what it was for.
“There’s a lot you miss when you spend decades in the ice,” Steve chuckled lightly. “I’m trying to use this to keep up with all the recommendations I’ve been getting.”
“I see. Well I recommend you watch the Dick Van Dyke show. It’s black and white so it shouldn’t be too big of a shock for you. You’ve missed a lot of great TV sit-coms since you’ve been under,” Wanda explained, hoping that she hadn’t overstepped. She watched as Steve pulled a pencil from his pocket and carefully added the show to his list. Reassured by this, she continued, “I...I used to watch them with my family.”
“Used to? Not anymore?”
“Well...my parents passed a long time ago and a few months back my brother went missing after a failed mission,” Wanda explained, surprised by her willingness to share. She knew of course that he was a good man. He was America’s Golden Boy after all, but for the first time in a long while she felt comfortable in another person’s presence. She couldn’t remember the last time she had even mentioned her parents aloud to someone.
“I’m sorry,” Steve put simply and Wanda knew that he truly meant it.
“They’re not as fun to watch alone anyways,” Wanda said with a timid smile.
“Maybe you could show them to me sometime...I haven’t really figured out the whole...technology thing yet. I’ve gotten used to people taking care of those things for me. I haven’t exactly had much time to learn.”
“Maybe I could,” Wanda replied, unable to conceal her smile.
“Target is a mobile satellite launch platform, the Lemurian Star.”
Wanda tried to stay focused on the mission ahead, attempting to dismiss the significance of it. As part of rehabilitation, she agreed not to use her powers until higher-ups in S.H.I.E.L.D were completely satisfied with her training. The world was changing faster than anyone could imagine and S.H.I.E.L.D was adapting to the world of the enhanced. She herself had been adapting to it too.
“So it’s not off course. It’s trespassing,” Wanada heard Steve remark, turning to look at her. He was clearly still wary of taking orders from S.H.I.E.L.D and although she owed her life to the organization, she understood. She couldn’t imagine it would be easy to take orders from just anyone, especially after war and the Battle of New York following that. After seeing the evils of this world, the evils outside this world, it must be hard to trust anyone.
“I’m sure they had a good reason,” Wanda said looking up at Steve. He simply nodded, turning back to Rumlow who was explaining the details of the assignment. She listened as Steve distributed his instructions to the team. He told her to stall the ship and wait for further instruction. Although she wanted him to trust her, she had been with S.H.I.E.L.D far longer than he had and she was given her own objective. Fury had sent her with this team to collect and download intel and that’s what she would do even if it went against Captain America’s orders. She couldn’t risk jeopardizing her chance of continuing field work. Not this time.
As the carrier reached the drop zone, the team secured communications and Wanda watched in awe as Steve jumped off into the cloudy night sky without a parachute. She put on her gear, took a deep breath and followed after him, with a parachute. Shortly after, Wanda landed near Steve, who had seemingly taken care of many of the pirates already, at the stern of the ship. She headed to the engine room, following Steve’s command. She may have had Fury’s directive to follow, but she wouldn’t risk the lives of the hostages or her team by keeping this ship running any longer. She took out several men, with the instinct and precision that could only come from years of practice. Although she had dreaded this mission, she had to admit that nothing was as exhilarating as being out in the field. She reached the ground floor of the engine room, hurrying over to shut it off so she could move on to the command center where the navigation systems would be; where the computers would be.
Wanda, what’s your status?...Status, Wanda.
A few more of the ship's crew cut her off before she could reach the engine controls. She stunned several of the men with electric batons which she pulled from her tool belt and took care of the rest with brute force. “Engine room secure,” Wanda replied over the comms. She weaved her way from the stern of the ship to the heart, finding the port to the command center through trial and error.
Wanda, Batroc’s on the move. Circle back to Rumlow and protect the hostages. Wanda.
Wanda paused for a moment and the thought of turning around briefly crossed her mind. She wondered if she was doing the right thing. If she completed this mission as Fury requested, gathering intel without Steve’s knowledge, she’d be able to take a huge step forward in the search for Pietro. She could be trusted again. But could Romlow protect the hostages on his own? She reasoned that, from what she could remember, the agent was competent enough and he did have the STRIKE team covering his tail. She connected the hard drive that she had been given to the ship's computer system and began to backup the data.
“What are you doing?”
Wanda jumped at the sound of Steve’s voice. She had been caught. She cursed under her breath and looked up from her station.
“Backing up the hard drive,” she said, hoping that they could drop the conversation there.
“Rumlow needed your help,” Steve declared,”What the hell are you doing here?”
Wanda was taken aback by his tone. She’d only know this man for a few hours and in her book he hadn’t earned the right to reprimand her like a child. She was following orders and she knew what she was doing. She ignored him and continued in her task, knowing she wouldn’t be able to contain her irritation if she responded.
“You’re saving S.H.I.E.L.D intel,” he realized.
“Whatever I can.”
“Our mission is to rescue hostages!” Steve exclaimed.
“No, that’s your mission,” Wanda bit back, disconnecting the drive from the port. Her irritation turned to pure anger. She had spent years dedicating her life to becoming a S.H.I.E.L.D agent, had spent the past few long months training in rehabilitation just to get back to the field and she was not going to be scolded by a man who joined the ranks like it was nothing, barking orders at people. She stood up tall, her face only a few inches from his. “You may be a captain, but you’re not mine.”
Wanda began to storm off when Steve grabbed her by the arm roughly.
“You just jeopardized this whole operation.”
Wanda pulled her arm from his hand and continued on. Suddenly Bartoc came to and hurtled what appeared to be a bomb in their direction. Steve immediately deflected the weapon with his shield, grabbing Wanda by the waist and launching them both through a window into one of the room’s offices. Wanda felt the heat of the explosion and the burst of glass behind them as they hit the ground. She groaned in pain, straightening her back against the wall of the office. Steve glanced over at her, both of them trying to catch their breath.
“That one’s on me,” Wanda conceded, feeling slightly guilty for only minutes ago insulting the man who had just saved her life.
“You’re damn right,” Steve replied, rushing off, leaving Wanda sitting on the floor. In a quick rush of rage exasperation, Wanda set off a blast of energy sending glass shards flying in different directions, knowing that no one would know she had used her power.
Chapter 2 - Trust No One
Wanda stepped into Fury’s office, taking in the view of D.C. It’d been a while since Wanda had been taking daily trips to the Triskelion and for the first time she had truly noticed the beauty of the structure. She walked over to Fury’s desk, where he sat turned toward the many windows, and placed the harddrive from the Lemurian Star onto it. She remained standing, gazing out the windows and wondering if she could one day earn one of the offices on this floor.
“You really got the old man’s star-spangled britches in a twist, Maximoff,” Fury scoffed.
“I was following orders,” Wanda returned.
“Apparently not his. Sit Maximoff, you’re making me tired.” Wanda took a seat in one of the chairs across from him. She looked at Fury with expectant eyes. “I know from experience that you have a problem with authority, but Rogers isn’t going anywhere anytime soon so you better make up or suck it up.” Wanda merely rolled her eyes, feeling the heat in her cheeks. She bit her tongue. She didn’t want to get into it with Fury; she just wanted to know if she had earned her spot back as a field agent.
“About the mission…” Wanda began.
“I know you want to join the search for your brother but frankly I don’t think you’re ready.”
“Is this about what Steve said because I promise you-”
“Maximoff, you and I both know you’ve had a rough couple of months. You can’t expect me to put complete faith in you after one mission, what with the powers and let’s not even start about this temper you’ve developed lately,” Fury answered.
“Sir, you know damn well I’m one of the best agents you’ve got. You’re the one who put me through half of my training!”
“You think I don’t know that?” Fury exclaimed, slamming his palms against his desk. “You’ve scared me half to death these past few months, Wanda. I won’t lose one of my best agents by putting you into the field before I’m absolutely certain you’re ready. And that’s all I have to say about that.”
Wanda turned to walk away before Fury could see the hot tears brimming to her eyes.
“We’re going to find Pietro, Wanda but I won’t risk your life too.”
The sun was starting to set in waves of reds and orange as the evening continued on. After leaving the Triskelion, Wanda had planned on going home. She had gotten all the way to her parking spot when she decided she just wasn’t ready to sit in the silence of her lonely apartment. The past few months had been a huge culture shock for Wanda. Despite the tragedy that she had faced, Wanda had always believed that she would never be alone. She wasn’t born alone after all. She was missing a piece of her puzzle. She was incomplete. She often found herself missing those nights when Pietro would come back to their two-bedroom apartment, trying to sneak in some girl as if Wanda wouldn’t be able to figure out what they were doing if only he opened the door oh so carefully, if only he tiptoed through their kitchenette and living room to the back hallway. She missed the times when Pietro would enlist her help to try and win over a girl by having her cook for their date, him pretending that it was all his expert skill. She missed the times when Pietro somehow sensed that she felt homesick for a time that hadn’t been their life for many years, when they would take out her box sets of her favorite sitcoms and stay up until they couldn’t keep their eyes open any longer. Wanda wasn’t built to be alone.
Instead of heading up to her apartment, Wanda grabbed a sweater and her worn out jean jacket from the back seat of the car and nearly started to leave before slipping her S.H.I.E.L.D-issued handgun into an inside pocket of her sweater, just in case. She started her walk, not sure when and where it would end. She felt comfort looking in at the world from the outside. She walked by coffee shops and restaurants, watching the people through the windows. Their warmth radiated out to her as they held their warm drinks and chatted with each other from across tables, sharing stories and complaining about their days.
She stayed in the National Mall area as she continued her walk, watching tourists exiting the museum and admiring the monuments in the warm glow of sundown. She finally grew tired of walking and found a solitary spot under a large oak outside the National Museum of American History. For the first time in a long time, she let her tears flow freely, wrapping her arms tightly around her knees.
The worst part of it all was that she knew Fury was right. Leading any team to search for Pietro was a risk on her part. There was no way that she would be able to separate herself from these emotions that had weighed her down for so long and she hated herself for it. She didn’t know how but she knew with everything she had that Pietro was still out there. But alive doesn’t always mean safe and if he was in good condition on his own somewhere, he would’ve already reached out to her. The more she thought about what Pietro's life might’ve been like the last few months, the more she imagined how hurt he would be when he is finally rescued and the first face that he sees isn’t hers.
Within her pocket, Wanda’s phone began to buzz. She wiped her eyes with the rough sleeve of her jean jacket and pulled out her phone. With her reflection staring back at her from the dark screen, she realized that it wasn’t her personal phone but a backup burner phone that Fury had given her for emergencies only. Immediately she shot up onto her feet, searching the perimeter for any sign of danger, even looking up to the sky just in case. Never once had Fury used the emergency contact but she carried it with her everywhere, deciding not to risk the chances of one day missing a life or death message. She hadn’t expected that day to be today. Typing in the password, Wanda opened the burner finding only a text with coordinates plainly signed “-F”
It looked like any other apartment building on the blocks of D.C, but Wanda knew better. This was the apartment S.H.I.E.L.D had set Steve up in after the Battle of New York. She recognized it from Steve’s file which she had managed to get off Fury a few days prior to the Lemurian Star mission. In Wanda’s book, the building was perfectly nondescript for hiding a famed super-soldier. If only she could remember what damn floor he lived on. 3? 4? Any extra moment spent deliberating could mean life or death. Wanda decided on 4 and set into a sprint up the stairs from the lobby. She hoped that Steve was safe. She couldn’t live with herself if the last words she said to the man were in anger.
As she approached the fourth floor, she heard the crack of bullets ring out above her. Pulling her handgun from the inside pocket of her sweater, Wanda exited the stairwell on the fourth floor. She headed straight for the apartment she believed the commotion had come from, kicking down the door.
“Mr. Rogers?” Wanda called, holding her gun in Weaver Stance, prepared to fire at a moment's notice. Before she had the chance to listen for a response, her knees buckled beneath her as she laid eyes on a wounded Fury. “Fury, Fury...Nick!”
“Wanda,” Steve started.
“Foxtrot is down, he’s unresponsive. I need EMTS,” Wanda spoke into her phone before Steve could finish, simultaneously checking Fury’s pulse.
“Do we have a 20 on the shooter?” the agent on the phone responded.
“Tell him I’m in pursuit,” Steve called out, already moving before Wanda had the chance to think. Wanda placed her gun on the floor, abandoning protocol and placing pressure on Fury’s wounds with her hands.
“It’s going to be okay, Nick. It’s going to be okay.”
Wrapping her arms tight around herself, Wanda stood frozen in shock looking through the window to the operating room as surgeons stitched together the man who she had looked up to for more than half of her life. She didn’t move, didn’t even shift her eyes from Fury as she felt a figure come to stand beside her.
“Is he going to make it?” Steve asked, nearly out of breath.
“I..I don’t...I don’t know,” Wanda replied, looking up into Steve’s eyes, feeling the tears starting to brim on her own. She glanced away quickly, shifting her eyes to the floor. Wanda felt the hesitant touch of Steve’s strong hand as he placed it on her shoulder, squeezing lightly.
“Tell me about the shooter,” she said flatly, looking up once again.
“He’s fast. Strong. Had a metal arm.”
“A metal arm…” Wanda murmured under her breath, Steve’s comment striking a nerve. Another set of footsteps began to approach and Wanda broke her stare to see Commander Maria Hill. “Ballistics?” Wanda asked her immediately, maintaining her monotone, trying her best not to break.
“Three slugs, no rifling. Completely untraceable.”
“Soviet-made,” Wanda replied, recognizing the eerie pattern.
Suddenly, the monitors within the operating room began their alarm. Wanda stood speechless, gripping onto the edge of the viewing window so hard her knuckles were white.
Don’t do this to me, Nick
Don’t do this to me, Nick. Don’t do this to me.
Time of death, 1:03a.m
Chapter 3 - On the Run
Wanda stood silently, staring down at her mentor, her leader, her family. A cool numbness radiated throughout her body. She knew better than anyone how life could change in a matter of minutes. Still, it seemed like her heart continued to split into more and more pieces. From her grief, anger began to rise, directing itself at the presence behind her. Steve had been the last person to see Fury alive. If Fury knew he was in danger then why had he gone to Steve and not her?
“I need to take him.”
Wanda jumped at the sound of Maria’s voice, breaking the whirlpool of her thoughts. She gripped the metal of the gurney tightly, bending over to take a deep breath before placing her hand lightly on Fury’s forehead. Keeping her composure, Wanda took a final look at Fury’s face.
“Wanda,” Steve called lightly, placing a hand on her shoulder.
Resentment rose within her again, and Wanda stormed off, shrugging away from Steve’s touch.
“Wanda!” Steve repeated, falling her into the hall.
“Why was Fury in your apartment?” Wanda bit back.
“I don’t know.”
After years of training and increased intuition from her powers, Wanda recognized a liar faster than any agent she knew but she wouldn’t need any of that to recognize that Steve was hiding something, something big. Maybe she hadn’t given him much reason to trust her, but if it had something to do with Fury then it had everything to do with her. Before she could respond, Wanda saw Agent Rumlow approaching from down the hall.
“Cap, they want you back at S.H.I.E.L.D,” Rumlow interjected.
“Yeah, give me a second.”
“They want you now.”
“Okay,” Steve responded sharply, turning back to Wanda expectantly.
“You’re a terrible liar,” Wanda sneered, letting her tears flow freely and tilting her head indignantly up at him. “Why don’t you go save the day and leave me alone.”
Before she reached the end of the hallway where the elevator was, Wanda felt her phone ping inside her pocket and stopped against the nearest wall to check. She didn’t get a chance to check the message before something caught her. Down the hall where she had been only moments before, Steve was messing with a vending machine that had seemingly been under repair. To make sure he hadn’t seen her watching him, Wanda ducked down the nearest hallway waiting until she figured Steve had continued on. Peeking her head back into the main hallway, she saw Steve turning at the other end of the hall. She walked all the way back down, stopping in front of the vending machine.
It took her a moment before she caught what was out of place. Hidden behind two packs of bubblegum, the silver edge of a thumb drive peeked through. Looking around first to make sure she wasn’t seen, Wanda focused her mind on the thumb drive guarding it out of it’s spot with the swipe of her hands in the air and knocking the packs of gum to the bottom of the machine in the process. She pocketed both the drive and the gum, spotting a bench down the hall where she could wait for Steve’s return.
It hadn’t been long before Wanda was woken from a light sleep with a constant vibration of her phone. She pulled it from her pocket and opened it to see an active alert from S.H.I.E.L.D. Steve Rogers, Captain America himself, was now a fugitive from S.H.I.E.L.D. Wanda had had her fair share of issues with the man within the past few days but he was hardly a criminal. Although it was hard for her to accept, Fury had clearly trusted Steve in his final moments. From her peripheral, Wanda spotted a tall figure sneaking down the hall in a dark blue hoodie. She stood up, placing her phone back in her pocket as the figure approached the vending machine.
“You look rough,” Wanda remarked from behind Steve, chewing a piece of gum. Steve turned to face her. Wanda expected him to ask about the drive but suddenly he grabbed onto her arm roughly, for a second time in two days, and dragged her into what she assumed was a break room, letting her back hit the wall painfully.
“Where is it?” Steve demanded.
“Do better,” he challenged.
“Where did you get it?” Wanda pushed.
“Why would I tell you?”
Wanda scoffed. “Fury gave it to you. Why?” she questioned, barely trying to conceal her hurt.
“What’s on it?”
“I don’t know,” Wanda huffed.
“Stop lying!” Steve yelled, shaking her with a tight grip on both of her arms.
“You wanna talk to me about lying? You’re the fugitive!” she cried in disbelief. She was many things but she wasn’t a liar. He wanted the truth and she had given it. Plus, she hadn’t had any time to check the drive anyway. She didn’t want to risk missing him come back for it.
“I bet you knew Fury hired the pirates, didn’t you?”
“We’re still on that?” Wanda jeered. “Well...it makes sense! The ship was dirty, Fury needed a way in, so do you.”
“I’m not gonna ask you again!” Steve threatened, pushing her into the wall once more.
“I know who killed Fury,” Wanda confessed, knowing it would shut him up. It had clicked for her back at the operating room. The soviet slugs, the metal arm. “Most of the intelligence community doesn’t believe he exists,” Wanda continued. “The ones who do call him the Winter soldier...he’s credited with over two dozen assassinations in the last 50 years.”
“So he’s a ghost story,” Steve retorted, finally letting up.
“Five years ago, one of my first missions, I was escorting a nuclear engineer out of Iran. Somebody shot out my tires near Odessa. We lost control, went strong over a cliff,” Wanda recalled shakily, Steve’s stare boring into her. “I pulled us out. But the Winter Soldier was there. I was covering my engineer so he shot him, straight through me.” She finished, pulling up the edge of her shirt to show Steve the wound. “Soviet slug. No rifling. Just like Maria said. Bye Bye Bikinis.”
“Yeah, I bet you look terrible in them now.”
Wanda couldn’t help but blush, hiding it with a smirk. So that’s how it was.
“Going after him is a dead end. I know, I’ve tried,” she added. “Like you said, he’s a ghost story.” Wanda finished, handing Steve the drive. She figured the two of them were finally on common ground. Although, she wasn’t about to let him out of her sight. He grabbed in lightly from her hand, missing all the force he had used only moments ago.
“Well, let’s find out what the ghost wants.”
After a quick stop back at Wanda’s apartment to pick up some other disguise pieces, Wanda guided Steve through the mall in a brisk walk heading towards the electronics outlet. It was a strange feeling for her to be running away from S.H.I.E.L.D rather than towards it. Grabbing him by the arm, Wanda directed Steve into the store and headed straight for the laptop.
“The drive has a Level Six homing program, so as soon as we boot up S.H.I.E.L.D will know exactly where we are,” Wanda explained, feeling the urgency tighten in her chest. She’d never confess it but even after all her time in the agency, working under time constraints made her nauseous.
“How much time will we have?” Steve questioned, keeping a consistent scan on their perimeter.
“About nine minutes from...now,” Wanda replied, plugging the drive into the laptop she had been fiddling with. She scanned through the files until ‘Lemurian Star’ caught her eye. The file brought the satellite intel that she had downloaded off the ship. “Fury was right about that ship,” Wanda declared, trying to keep her voice steady. “Somebody’s trying to hide something. This drive is protected by some sort of AI. It keeps rewriting itself to counter my commands.”
“Can you override it?”
“The person who developed this is slightly smarter than me,” Wanda confessed, playing tug-of-war with the system. “Slightly.” She knew it couldn't be more than a few minutes before a whole team would be making their way towards the store. Typing faster, she tried her best to pick up the speed, her heartbeat doing the same. “I’m going to try running a tracer.” When Steve gave her a confused glance she continued, “This is a program that S.H.I.E.L.D developed to track hostile malware, so if we can’t read the file, maybe we can find out where it came from.”
“Can I help you guys with anything?”
Wanda jumped, quickly straightening herself back up again when she realized it was only an employee, not a STRIKE agent. They would need a cover. She glanced at Steve who had taken on a deer-in-the-headlights expression. Cursing herself silently, she went with the first thing that came to mind.
“Oh, no. My fiance was just helping me with some honeymoon destinations,” Wanda explained, putting on her best airhead voice and giving Steve an affectionate shake of the shoulders.
“Right...we’re getting married,” Steve added with a goofy smile. Wanda concealed a laugh. He may have been a good fighter, but he wasn’t much of an actor. She returned back to the laptop, trying to get a read on the location of the file.
“Congratulations,” the employee beamed, “Where are you guys thinking about going?” Wanda grimaced as Steve looked over her shoulder at the location.
“New Jersey,” he replied.
“Oh,” the employee nodded, clearly trying to hide his confusion. Nothing says romance like spray tans and hoagies. There was a brief pause and Wanda looked up at the pair of men. The employee was staring at Steve now, seemingly deep in thought. Shit. They did not need to be slowed down by a Captain America fanboy.
“I have the exact same glasses,” he finally added. Wanda released the breath she had been holding.
“Wow, you two are practically twins,” she remarked, returning her focus to the screen.
“Yeah, I wish,” the man said, admiring Steve. “Specimen,” he added. “If you guys need anything, I’ve been Aaron.”
“Thank you.” As Aaron walked away, Steve checked his watch. “You said nine minutes, come on,” he urged.
“Relax,” she cooed, trying not to feed off his nerves. She almost had everything they needed anyway. “Got it.” Steve leaned in as the location narrowed itself. “You know it?” Wanda asked, picking up on his surprise.
“I used to,” he replied grimly. “Let’s go.” He grabbed the drive from the port and started walking quickly. Now that they had the location, she felt oddly safe. Maybe Steve was worth having around. Even if he had been upset with her, Wanda knew he wouldn’t let anything happen to her.
They returned to their brisk walking pace as Steve tried to covertly get a run down of what they were facing. Wanda had noticed the darkly dressed men and women who were trying a little too hard to blend in. It was ironic how only days ago they had been her allies but now her enemies.
“Standard tac team,” Steve analyzed. “Two behind, two across and two coming right at us. If they make us, I’ll engage, you hit the south escalator to the metro.” Wanda’s eyes widened. She had a distraction in mind but she didn’t appreciate where her instincts were taking her today.
“Shut up and put your arm around me. Laugh at something I said,” Wanda commanded curtly.
“Do it,” she pressed. He put a warm arm around her, letting out a chuckle. She tried not to take note of it, but after months of being alone, the gentle contact made her feel content, if only for a moment. Steve wasn’t such terrible company. When she saw the dark boots of the agent pass by, she lifted her head once again, watching for the next threat. Steve kept his arm around as he scanned. They rounded a corner and took the escalator heading downward to the lower floor. Wanda spotted Rumlow heading up the escalator opposite to them and immediately spun around to face Steve. She gulped as a pit formed in her stomach. If they didn’t want to get caught she would have to act quickly but at this point she was probably crossing a line. She’d rather be embarrassed and alive than comfortable and dead.
“Kiss me,” Wanda demanded.
“Public displays of affection make people very uncomfortable,” she explained, calling back to her training.
“Yes, they do,” Steve pressed. Quickly, she grabbed the sides of his face with her hands and pressed her lips to his. They didn’t have any more time to deliberate. Steve placed his hands on her waist in response and she figured that they looked like any other couple being a little too touchy in the mall. Wanda held their position until she felt the other escalator had traveled far enough ahead for Rumlow to be heading through the next floor. She let go of Steve and turned to take the next few steps down the escalator, hiding a blush.
They were travelling down a rural road, when Wanda caught sight of the bright blue signing welcoming them to the state of New Jersey. She was fairly surprised at the scenery the state had to offer. It was the Garden State after all, but she hadn’t been away from the city well, ever. In all the years since her and Pietro had been taken to New York, she hadn’t even really considered leaving. It’s not like she’d had many vacations growing up with her parents working to stay afloat but the thought still surprised her. It may not have been much but she wished Pietro was here now to see it.
Wanda glanced over at Steve in the driver’s seat. They hadn’t said much since getting out of the mall. They had made their way out and into the corresponding garage, where Steve had hotwired the blue pickup they were now travelling in.
“Where did Captain America learn how to steal a car?” she said, breaking the silence and her stare at the forest outside.
“Nazi Germany,” he replied with a smirk. She gave a little hum, remembering that the man sitting beside her was technically old enough to be her grandfather. “And we’re borrowing,” he added. Wanda’s mind returned to the mall.
“Look...I, um, hope I didn’t cross any lines back there,” she alluded, looking down at her hands in her lap. Steve merely kept his gaze on the road ahead. “I mean with uh, kissing you and stuff,” she continued, grimacing but unable to bring herself back. “In training we’re taught to-”
“It’s okay Wanda, really,” Steve returned kindly. He gave her a forgiving look and although she would still be embarrassed she at least felt at ease.
“Was that...was that your first kiss since 1945?” she couldn’t help but ask, biting back a laugh.
“That bad, huh?”
“I didn’t say that!” she giggled.
“Well, it kinda sounds like that’s what you’re saying,” he insisted teasingly.
“No, I didn’t. I just wondered how much...practice you’ve had,” she said, full on laughing.
“You don’t need practice!”
“Everybody needs practice.”
“It was not my first kiss since 1945. I’m 95, I’m not dead,” he conceded. A comfortable silence returned for a moment.
“Nobody special, though?” she asked, realizing for the first time just how lonely he must be. He scoffed.
“Believe it or not, it’s kind of hard to find someone with shared life experience.”
Wanda didn’t know what to say to that. Since she met him all she could think about was Captain America, the hero but she hadn’t really thought about Steve Rogers. When he went home at the end of the day, he was alone. The Avengers, S.H.I.E.L.D, they couldn’t be family to him. His family was long gone. Just like hers. Maybe they had more in common than she’d thought. What without word from Pietro and Fury gone, who did she have? She regretted being so rude to Steve. It was selfish, really. She had been so mad at him because he had no idea what she was fighting for, what she was going through, when all the time she hadn’t even considered what had happened to him. They were both just two lonely people, left with so much power and yet no one left to fight for.
“I’m sorry,” Wanda said simply, “for the way I acted. You didn’t deserve it.”
“You know, it’s kind of hard to trust someone, when you don’t know who that someone really is.”
“Who do you want me to be?” she considered.
“How about a friend?” he replied, looking deep into her eyes.
“I could do that,” she said nodding, unable to help the tears that were welling in her eyes.
Chapter 4 - Out of Time
It wasn’t long before they arrived at a decrepit, seemingly abandoned military base camp. Wanda stepped out of the car with her tracker, trying to make sure this was the right place. The camp was enclosed by a rusty wire fence, the structures inside crumbling with their last coat of paint peeling away. It was difficult for her to imagine Steve being there back when the place was still in its prime. It was hard to imagine the place ever being in good shape.
“This is it,” Steve acknowledged, though not confidently.
“The file came from these coordinates,” Wanda replied, shrugging.
“So did I.”
Next to several faded stop signs posted on the front gate, there was a sign disclosing the name of the camp. Camp Leigh, U.S. Army Restricted Area. The place was giving Wanda the creeps. It wasn’t a large camp but she never understood how people could just abandon places.
As they explored the camp, Wanda scanned for the source of the file, it grew dark and a cool breeze passed through the night air. The sounds of animals in the surrounding forest only made the eerie atmosphere all the more frightening.
“This camp is where I trained,” Steve had explained. The concerned look on Steve’s face made Wanda feel even more uneasy. It startled her how quickly he had become a foundation for her and if he was taken aback by this place then he must have felt the same as her. Not to mention this place had once been all he knew.
“Change much?” Wanda inquired, unable to hide the chill running through her. Steve peeled off his jacket and tossed it over to her gently.
“A little,” he replied wearily. She wasn’t sure if he was frightened or just sad, but it looked as if he was seeing a ghost. Wanda pulled on his jacket, feeling ridiculous about how large it was on her. She kept in good shape but not enough to keep up with a super-soldier. Wrapping her arms around herself, Wanda gave Steve some space and circled back to some of the buildings they had already scanned through. A little while later, Wanda caught back up with Steve who had taken a seat on the steps leading up to one of the barracks, staring down at his feet.
“This is a dead end,” Wanda called out, putting away the scanner and taking a seat next to Steve on the steps, “Zero heat signatures, zero waves, not even radio. Whoever wrote the file must have used a router to throw people off.” He merely nodded, looking up from the step where he was fiddling with a few pebbles. As he looked up he seemed to catch on to something in the distance.
“What is it?” Wanda asked. Steve stood up, offering her his hand to help her. Once she was on her feet, he began walking quickly towards a bunker she had been past on her last walkthrough.
“Army regulations forbid storing munitions within 500 feet of the barracks,” Steve explained, “This building’s in the wrong place.” If they hadn’t been together, Wanda would have given up. He was useful, she’d give him that. With his shield, Steve smashed the padlock on the entrance to the bunker, allowing them passage. The entrance led straight to a flight of stairs heading downward. When they reached what appeared to be the main floor, Wanda dragged her hand along the walls searching for a power switch. She assumed that because the file had come from the bunker recently enough to get a location, that there would still be electricity down there. Only a few minutes later, Wanda found a switch and when she flipped it, the light fixtures hanging from the ceiling sputtered to life revealing a S.H.I.E.L.D. emblem adorned on the far wall.
“This is S.H.I.E.L.D,” Wanda gaped.
“Maybe where it started,” Steve returned, taking in the office set up around them. Wanda strided over to the main wall and traced the eagle logo with a few of her fingers. To be part of something like S.H.I.E.L.D meant more to her than she could ever express to another human being, even Pietro. She was part of something bigger than herself, something important. Looking over at Steve, she hoped that one day she’d be remembered for all the good that she had done, just like him. A hero.
Side by side, they entered what was once, Wanda assumed, the mail room for the HQ.
“Tony Stark’s father,” Wanda marveled at the framed black and white portraits sitting crooked on the wall still after all those years.
Another man and woman adorned the opposite sides of Howard Stark.
“Who’s the girl?” asked Wanda. She watched Steve eye the portrait thoughtfully, waiting for his answer but instead, with one last glance, he moved on. Not wanting to push, Wanda did the same.
“If you’re already working in a secret office,” Steve called out, beginning to pull on one of the mail shelves, “why do you need to hide the elevator?” Wanda stared forward at the steel double doors. Working with S.H.I.E.L.D for years meant that Wanda had seen a lot of odd things, but somehow this seemed like something out of an old spy movie. She supposed those tropes had to have come from somewhere. Next to the double doors, she noticed a keypad. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out the scanner which then identified the most used keys until they could configure a pattern. Carefully, hoping there wasn’t a failsafe, Wanda entered the codes until the elevator doors glided open with a ding. Steve gave her a brief reassuring glance before leading the way into the elevator.
When they reached the bottom floor, they were met with complete darkness. As they cautiously walked forward, the elevator doors shut behind them. It didn’t look to Wanda like there was any going back now. The unnerving atmosphere she had felt outside seemed to walk in with them. For a brief moment, she considered using her powers to shine some light, a trick she learned one night during a big storm, when the power had been knocked out in her apartment building. It seemed like every few weeks she discovered a new hidden talent. But she wasn’t sure if it was the right time to share it with Steve. It was a secret she hadn’t realized she was keeping but it almost felt wrong to reveal it. Plus, she wasn’t completely sure how much more helpful she could be. Or how much more harmful she could be for that matter.
The only source of light in the room seemed to be coming from several computers at the center of it and as they approached, overhead lights groaned to life above them. Something knew they were there, Wanda realized. With the lights fully on, she could see they were surrounded by various outdated computer systems. Several of the monitors almost seemed to be staring.
“This can’t be the data point,” Wanda said in disbelief. “This technology is ancient.” She glanced back at Steve, giving an uncertain chuckle. Before she could suggest they find a way out of there, Wanda noticed a port fit for USBs, which stuck out like a fish out of water amongst the other machines. She hesitated, holding the drive Fury had protected above the dock. Giving a glance back to Steve, she inserted the drive and the machines around them flickered. More overhead lights revealed rows and rows of ancient computers.
‘Initiate System?’ a robotic voice called out to them. Steve looked just as scared as Wanda felt, so she took the lead for the both of them and stepped up to the main monitor. She typed out yes and took a step back, waiting. The noise of the systems firing around them filled the room. Bright green pixels snaked across the main monitor, forming what was unmistakably some sort of face.
‘Rogers, Steven,’ it spoke in an accented voice, ‘Born 1918.’ They both watched as a camera traced a path from Steve to Wanda. ‘Maximoff, Wanda, born 1989.’
“It’s some kind of recording,” Wanda mumbled, fiddling with her hands. She didn’t like how it was watching them. It was too uncanny.
‘I am not a recording, Fraeulein,’ the computer called back, causing Wanda to jump. So it was listening too.
‘I may not be the man I was when the Captain took me prisoner in 1945. But I am.’
She looked at the face presented at the screen and then back at Steve. Wanda wanted to leave more and more by the second.
“Arnim Zola was a German scientist who worked for the Red Skull. He’s been dead for years,” Steve explained, snaking around the system.
‘First correction, I am Swiss. Second, look around you. I have never been more alive. In 1972, I received a terminal diagnosis. Science could not save my body. My mind, however, that was worth saving, on 200 feet of databanks. You are standing in my brain.”
“How did you get here?” Steve demanded.
Wanda didn’t like the sound of that. Pieces of the puzzle were starting to fit together in her brain. She thought back to what she had learned about S.H.I.E.L.D. Of course there was no S.H.I.E.L.D history 101, but she had listened to Fury’s retelling of early S.H.I.E.L.D operations more than Pietro ever had. It almost became like a game for her, to see how much Fury was willing to tell.
“It was Operation Paperclip after World War II,” Wanda recalled, “S.H.I.E.L.D recruited German scientists with strategic value.” Although this wasn’t what she had envisioned when Fury had described it to her. The operation seemed noble, like an outreach between countries but this, this seemed malignant.
‘They thought I could help their cause. I also helped my own.’ The pit in Wanda’s stomach grew as Zola continued on.
“Hydra died with the Red Skull,” Steve asserted. Another story Wanda had only ever overheard. But that seemed ancient and now, it was happening right in front of her. There was no way anyone at S.H.I.E.L.D had known about this. They would've torn down this place years ago.
‘Cut off one head, two more shall take its place.’
“Prove it,” Steve challenged.
Wanda watched in horror at the presentation that Zola had splayed across the screen. He, it continued its explanation on Hydra and its revival within S.H.I.E.L.D. With every new piece of information Wanda shook her head more. She couldn’t possibly believe that something like this could’ve caused this much destruction, this much pain, and gone on for so long under the nose of the organization she owed her life to.
“That’s impossible! S.H.I.E.L.D would have stopped you!” Wanda cried as images of the Winter Soldier splashed across the screen.
‘Accidents will happen.’
At the sight of a news article depicting Howard and Maria Stark’s deaths and the following image of Fury’s S.H.I.E.L.D identification photos with the word “deceased” crudely written across it, Wanda turned suddenly clutching her stomach. She was going to be sick. Everything that she had known, everything she had done, was only a stepping stone for the evils of this world to take over.
‘Once the purification process is complete, Hydra’s new world order will arise. We won, Captain. Your death amounts to the same as your life. A zero sum.’
At that, Steve launchd his bare fist against the monitor, shattering the screen to pieces. Immediately, Zola formed again on a smaller monitor.
“What’s on this drive?” Steve roared, slipping a protective arm around Wanda to keep her steady. The room was beginning to spin around her. She could barely hear Zola now over the pounding of her heart in her ears.
‘Unfortunately, you shall be too dead to hear.’
Wanda’s head snapped up to Steve as panic fully filled her. Heavy metal doors closed shut around the elevator they had entered from. Steve tried and failed to keep them open by throwing his shield which simply ricocheted back towards them. A steady beeping began to sound from Wanda’s pocket and she pulled out her scanner.
“Short range ballistic. 30 seconds tops,” Wanda stammered, trying to steady herself. Think Wanda, think.
“Who fired it?” he implored.
‘I’m afraid I have been stalling, Captain. Admit it. It’s better this way. We are, both of us, out of time.’
Wanda snatched the drive out of the dock and ran over to Steve as he pulled a grate out of the floor. As Steve grabbed her around the waist, she faced the opposite direction, imagined it and created a force field of wispy scarlet energy around them. Steve dragged both of them down below the floors as the blast went off, crumbling the building to bits around them and Wanda held on with all her force to keep them from getting crushed. The ricochet of debris off the power field subsided as Wanda’s vision went black.
‘Wanda, Wanda! It’s going to go off, we have to go! It’ll kill us, Wanda! Sestra!’
Chapter 5 - Stitches
When Wanda woke, kicking and screaming, she found herself enveloped tightly in Steve’s arms.
“We’re out Wanda! You’re okay!” Steve consoled her, “We’re almost back to the car. You’re going to be okay.”
It took her a few moments to remember where they were; what they had learned. When the darkness hit her, she could’ve sworn she was back in that smoldering apartment building, clutching onto her brother. She may have lived it night after night for many years but every time the terror filled her like it was brand new. And maybe it was. Maybe it did only get worse.
“Breathe Wanda, breathe,” Steve murmured. Wanda looked up at him, his face covered in soot. He looked weathered and beaten down. She could only imagine how she looked. There was a warm feeling travelling towards her left eye and as she reached to touch she found dark rivulets of blood coming from her forehead. Wanda reached up to grip Steve’s shoulder and nestled herself further into his chest.
When they reached the car, Steve placed Wanda carefully into the passenger seat, taking off what was left of his hoodie to ball it up and press it to her forehead. As he started to leave, Wanda grabbed on to his hand. She didn’t know what she could say or what to think, she just gripped his hand tightly, not wanting to let go, to be alone. He crouched down by the side of the car, wrapping his other hand around both of theirs and squeezing gently.
“Where will we go?” Wanda quavered, her tears creating lines on her ash covered face. There was a brief silence as the wind travelled through the night air, filling the space between them.
“We’ve got a friend.”
By the time they reached Sam’s front door, daylight had broken again. Steve knocked while Wanda kept herself steady against him. They drove straight through the rest of the night, not knowing how closely they might be tracked. Steve had told Wanda about the jets and the team of agents that had come looking for them as he carried her from what was left of the bunker.
“Hey, man,” Sam greeted cautiously.
“I’m sorry about this,” Steve confessed, “We need a place to lay low.”
“Everyone we know is trying to kill us,” Wanda added grimly.
Wanda stepped out of the shower, steam swirling around her as she covered her goosebump-ridden skin with a clean, fluffy towel. Sam was kind enough to let both her and Steve get themselves cleaned up. Steve had taken the shower in Sam’s en suite bathroom while she had taken the one connected to the small guest bedroom. Taking the showerhead from its position on the wall, Wanda rinsed the rest of the ash and blood down the drain, making sure not to leave Sam’s bathroom dirty. She walked over to the mirror, wiped the steam off with a towel and stared at her reflection, specifically eyeing the large wound on her forehead. Sam was also kind enough to provide her with everything she needed for a stitch job, sterilized needle at all. She picked up the needle, spun it around in her hand and placed it back down into the medical kit.
It was on those warm October nights that her mother had taught her to sew. Even though she was coming home from long hours of work, she would come through the door presenting whatever fabric she was able to get from surplus to Wanda. They sat together under the warm lamp light and sewed small dresses or blouses. Sometimes, when she was able to get her hands on it, her mother would bring home felt and cotton to make little dolls or stuffed animals. Long gone now, Wanda could still remember all the names she had given to the toys they made together. She swore she could still smell the scent of her mother’s lavender perfume.
Bracing herself, Wanda picked up the needle once more, hesitating at the edge of the wound before pushing the needle into her skin. When the wound was sutured shut, she carefully placed a long, thin bandage over it, cleaned up and packaged the kit. After returning the kit to the medicine cabinet where she had watched Sam grab it from, she stood in front of the mirror once again, her hands gripping the counter, her upper body leaned toward the mirror.
She knew that there was no point in fighting her emotions. She knew that there were just times that you couldn’t help but react the way you did. She knew that anyone would be absolutely terrified to nearly be blown to pieces. But still, she was ashamed. And she was ashamed that she was ashamed. She hadn’t wanted Steve to see her like that. She hadn’t ever wanted anyone to see her like that.
And now her secret was out. There was no denying that her power had managed to keep them alive but she didn’t know if she could even do it again. Even though it had saved their lives, now more than ever she wished that she could just be normal. Surely she was tough enough to fight her way through without any special help.
And what were they going to do now? The ground had crumbled from beneath her feet once again. Everything she had known for more than a decade was a lie. She supposed at least if there was anything she knew how to do, it was to adapt.
Wanda pulled on her wrinkled black tank and dust covered jeans and made her way out of the bathroom. Looking up from drying her hair with a towel, she was startled to see Steve sitting there on the twin bed. She turned to head back into the bathroom when Steve called out to her.
“You okay?” he asked, a look of pity in his eyes. She felt her cheeks burn and she almost snapped at him. She didn’t want anybody's pity. But they had been through more in the past few days together than she had been through with anyone but Pietro. Maybe it wasn’t pity but empathy. And so what if he had seen her break down? She had saved their lives after all and if that wasn’t tough then she didn’t know what was. But maybe, just maybe, she didn’t have to be tough for him.
“Sit,” he said, gesturing to the twin bed across from him. Wanda walked over to the bed and sat, looking down at the towel she gripped tightly in her arms. “What’s going on?” Steve asked, seeing through her. He leaned closer to her, looking into her eyes.
“It’s just that...S.H.I.E.L.D...they saved me. I don’t understand how this could be real,” she confessed, flicking her eyes up to meet his gaze. He nodded and when he didn’t respond, Wanda continued, “When I was younger, my parents were killed in a bombing. It nearly took out our whole apartment building but my twin brother, Pietro and I were able to make it out after S.H.I.E.L.D agents came to inspect the incident,” she explained. The rest continued to pour out, her life in a foster care system connected to S.H.I.E.L.D, her training, her time as an agent, even up to the Sokovia mission and her powers. Whenever she hesitated, he simply nodded reassuringly, waiting for her to continue and when he was confused, he asked her to explain and then gave her the space to continue. A weight was finally lifted from Wanda’s shoulders. She had never told anyone else all that she had told Steve.
“I owe you. For pulling me out of there,” Wanda vowed.
“It’s okay. Plus, I couldn’t have pulled you out if you hadn’t saved me first. I’d say we’re even on that,” he replied with a light chuckle.
“Well, you seem pretty chipper for someone who just found out they died for nothing,” Wanda remarked, hoping she had given him the space to talk if he needed.
“Well I guess I just like to know who I’m fighting,” Steve answered, leaning back against the wall with a smirk. They held each other's eyes for a moment, until Wanda broke their stare.
“I made breakfast,” Sam called, entering the doorway, “If you guys eat that sort of thing.”
“So, the question is, who at S.H.I.E.L.D could launch a domestic missile strike?” Wanda posed as Sam scraped scrambled eggs onto her plate. “By any chance, do you happen to have some paprika?” she whispered to Sam. He placed a bottle of the spice on the table and gave her a wink. She closed her hands together in a silent thank you.
“Pierce,” Steve answered.
“Who happens to be sitting on top of the most secure building in the world,” Wanda groaned in between a bite of toast. Steve chuckled at her crumb-covered face and she blushed.
“But he’s not working alone,” Steve continued, “Zola’s algorithm was on the Lemurian Star.”
“So was Jasper Sitwell,” Wanda recognized, recalling his name from the list of hostages. Steve looked over to her, seeming to make the connection.
“So, the real question is, how do the two most wanted people in Washington kidnap a S.H.I.E.L.D officer in broad daylight?”
“The answer is, you don’t,” Sam replied, walking over to place something in front of them on the table.
“What’s this?” Steve inquired.
“Call it a resume,” Sam answered. Steve grabbed the file off the table and Wanda stood from her chair to look at it over Steve’s shoulder.
“Is this Bakhmala?” Wanda wondered, “The Khalid Khandil mission, that was you? You didn’t tell me he was a pararescue.”
“Is this Riley?”
“Yeah,” Sam said, looking down at his feet.
“I heard they couldn’t bring in the choppers because of the RPGs. What did you use? A stealth chute?”
“No. These,” Sam stated, handing Steve another file.
“I thought you said you were a pilot,” Steve countered.
“I never said pilot.”
“I can’t ask you to do this, Sam,” Steve insisted, “You got out for a good reason.”
“Dude, Captain America needs my help. There’s no better reason to get back in.”
“Where can we get our hands on one of these things?”
“The last one is at Fort Meade. Behind three guarded gates and a 12-inch steel wall.” Steve glanced at Wanda and Wanda shrugged.
“Shouldn’t be a problem.”
“You know I think we’re going to need a team name,” Sam called after them as they went to grab their gear. “I don’t know I’m feeling like...Captain America and the Lonely Hearts Club Band or something. The Star Spangled Gang? Nah? Nothing...alright.”
Chapter 6 - The Winter Soldier
Steve and Wanda waited on a deserted rooftop for Sam to catch Sitwell alone. Wanda stood ready, holding a sniper rifle. It was just a threat, but she knew how to use it if she needed to. When she heard Sitwell pick up the phone over Sam’s comm, she aimed her target right at his chest, the red light from her rifle indicating that she was ready to fire. A few minutes later, Sam gave them the cue that he had Sitwell and was heading towards the rendezvous.
“So what exactly can you do with those powers of yours?” Steve questioned playfully as they sat, waiting.
“To be completely honest, I’m not even really sure,” Wanda admitted. “I can move things with my mind.” She demonstrated, lifting a crate in the air and dropping it down in front of them.
“You’ve got that force field too.”
“That’s true. That’s all I can really do right now, though and I can’t even do it that well,” Wanda scoffed, looking down at her hands and kicking around some gravel at her feet.
“Seems like you’re doing pretty well to me,” Steve said with a kind smile, grabbing Wanda’s gaze. She couldn’t help but smile back before looking back down at the ground, trying to hide her blush.
“I wanted to apologize…”
“No more apologizing,” Steve cut her off, waving a hand.
“No, seriously. I probably could’ve helped us earlier with my powers but...I was just afraid.”
“I don’t know...I guess...what you would think of me,” Wanda confessed. “Plus, I made a promise to Fury that I wouldn’t use them until we knew what they could do and...well, I guess I just wanted to keep it.”
“It’s okay,” Steve comforted, grabbing Wanda’s hand. She looked up at him and it looked as though he wasn’t sure what else to say. Neither did she.
“I’m dropping off the package,” Sam informed over the comm, “I’ll be waiting outside with the wings.”
“Thanks, Sam,” Steve called out, dropping his grip on Wanda’s hand. “You stay here and watch for any trouble. I’ll be right back.”
Wanda shook herself back to focus and surveyed the surrounding buildings as well as the streets down below. Through the scope on her rifle, she could see Sam waiting in an alleyway nearby. It wasn’t long before the rooftop door was kicked open, Sitwell thrown roughly to the ground. She rested her weapon carefully on the ground and joined Steve, leering above Sitwell.
“Tell me about Zola’s algorithm,” Steve demanded.
“Never heard of it,” Sitwell replied, getting to his feet then slowly trailing backwards as Wanda and Steve walked towards him.
“What were you doing on the Lemurian Star?” Steve pressed.
“I was throwing up. I get seasick.” Sitwell gasped as he reached the building’s edge, nearly falling right off. Steve grabbed him by his suit coat roughly and hoisted him in the air. “Is this little display supposed to insinuate that you’re going to throw me off the roof?” Sitwell smirked, “because that’s really not your style, Rogers.”
“You’re right,” Steve conceded, grinning. “It’s not,” he added, placing Sitwell back on the roof’s edge and smoothing his coat. “It’s hers.”
At that, Steve moved aside and Wanda reared back and kicked Sitwell square in the gut, sending him hurtling off the side of the building.
“You’re sure we can’t just let him go?” Wanda quipped, the sound of the falling man’s screams filling the air. Steve shook his head and chuckled. The screams got louder as Sam deposited Sitwell back onto the rooftop, landing nearby.
“Zola’s algorithm is a program,” Sitwell began, holding his hands up in surrender as Steve and Wanda approached, “for choosing Insight’s targets.”
“You...a TV anchor in Cairo, the Under Secretary of Defense, a high school valedictorian in Iowa City, Bruce Banner, Stephen Strange...anyone who’s a threat to HYDRA...now or in the future.”
“In the future? How could it know?”
Sitwell laughed darkly as he continued to explain. The program was able to identify potential threats to HYDRA’s agenda through compiling information, even minute details, scattered across Internet databases and using it to predict future actions. Then, the helicarriers developed for Project Insight, which Fury had told Wanda were meant to protect from serious threats, would eliminate those people. Millions of people could be executed all at once to create HYDRA’s future.
Steve looked over at Wanda grimly, seemingly unsure of their next move. Wanda grabbed Sitwell by the arm and dragged him towards the door.
“C’mon, fellas. We’ve got a package to deliver.”
They were piled into the car, Sam driving them down the highway heading towards the Triskelion. Wanda sat in the backseat, her arms crossed against her chest, glaring at Sitwell next to her. He inched closer towards the car door.
“HYDRA doesn’t like leaks,” Sitwell called out like an impatient child forced to be on a long car ride.
“Why don’t you try sticking a cork in it?” Sam replied, eyeing him in the rearview mirror.
“Insights launching in 16 hours. We’re cutting it a little bit close here,” Wanda cut in, leaning forward so Steve and Sam could hear.
“I know. We’ll use him to bypass the DNA scans and access the helicarriers directly.” Wanda sat back, satisfied.
“What? Are you crazy?” Sitwell exclaimed, “That is a terrible, terrible idea!” Suddenly, there was a loud thud from the top of the car and a deafening crash as the window parallel to Sitwell was shattered. Before any of them could react, an arm reached through the window and grabbed the man, hurtling him across the highway and straight into a fast moving truck.
Wanda gaped as she saw the metal arm slink back through the window, gun in hand. She leaped through the front seat directly into Steve’s lap, just as the assailant began shooting through the roof of the car. Holding tight onto Wanda with his other arm, Steve engaged the emergency brake, throwing the man off the car and out onto the road ahead. The attacker stood slowly, and Wanda recognized him immediately. The Winter Soldier.
Wanda pulled a handgun from leg holster but before she could fire, they were suddenly shot forward as something rammed into them from behind. She glanced over her shoulder to see the large military grade truck that had crushed the back of the car as it continued to accelerate, pushing them forward. The attacker was nearly hit by their car but before he was struck, he managed to flip back on top of the car. Wanda grabbed helplessly for her gun, which had fallen somewhere below the seat, as Sam slammed the brakes. The windshield smashed to pieces with a blaring crash and the steering wheel was ripped straight out of Sam’s hands and lost somewhere to the street outside. Sam cursed as Wanda managed to get a hold of the gun and fire ahead at the soldier.
The truck behind them rammed into the car once more, knocking it into the guard rails and nearly flipping it over.
“Hold on!” Steve commanded as he placed his S.H.I.E.L.D against the car door. Wanda wrapped her arms around him and Steve pulled Sam from the driver's seat as the car door was ripped from its hinges, sending them scraping across the road. Wanda created the best forcefield that she could manage and tried to slow them down but Sam slipped out of her grasp and rolled back on the road behind them. She screamed but, as the car door stopped it’s travel, she was able to look back and confirm that he was safe, if at least a bit banged up.
Steve stood up and Wanda followed his lead, stepping behind his shield and aiming her gun at the man. Another agent stepped out of the large van and handed the soldier a weapon. Wanda realized what it was and, as a small grenade shot through the air towards them, she tried to stop it but Steve pushed her out of the way before she had the chance. She fell behind a van as Sam managed to catch up with her. She signaled for him to take safety behind another car before beginning to fire at the agents beyond them. As they shot at her, she jumped over the median into the other lanes. The impact of another grenade sent her flying off the elevated highway to the road below.
She braced for impact before she realized that she was suspended in the air. Wanda opened her eyes and saw that she was surrounded by scarlet wisps of her own power. She laughed in surprise and tried to imagine herself slowly floating to the ground, just like she had done with many everyday objects before. Reminding herself to celebrate that victory later, she ran towards the shadow of the shooter that was casted on the ground in front of her.
Pulling a second gun from the opposite holster, she managed to at least deter the man from taking out an overturned bus, where she could only assume Steve had landed. He disappeared behind the guard rail for a few moments and Wanda took the opportunity to take cover behind a large truck. When he snapped back up suddenly, he shot straight down where she had been standing before. She was glad she had moved.
Wanda shot back at him, noticing his goggles had been removed. It was scary enough to see him with them on but looking into his eyes made him more horrifying, more human. She continued to weave through the parked cars, hoping to draw him away from Steve. Briefly glancing through windows, windshields and side mirrors, she was able to confirm that he was following. An idea struck and she quickly pulled her work phone from her pocket, turning on a pre-recorded message that could be used as a distraction. She set it near a sedan parked by the curb and took cover across the street, waiting for his attack.
Without warning, there was a thunderous explosion and she took it as her cue to catch him off guard, using another car as leverage to leap out at him. They tusseled, her legs around his shoulders and garrote around his neck before he threw her to the ground. His gun was aimed at her and in instinct of self defense, she shot out a blast of crimson energy that caused him to drop his weapon. She took the opportunity to run, crying out to pedestrians to clear the way.
The sound of a bullet cracked through the air and it took Wanda a moment to register that she had been hit. A sort of numbness was replaced by a fiery pain that spread throughout her shoulder. Her heart beating erratically, Wanda took shelter behind a car, applying pressure to her wound. Out of nowhere, the soldier returned and she could’ve sworn she was done for when Steve came charging at him. An intense ringing sound filled the air as the man’s metal fist connected with Steve’s shield.
Steve nearly lost as they fought, leverage being juggled back and forth between them. Sam entered the fight unannounced, knocking Steve’s opponent down with the force of his wings. She couldn’t help with her powers now, not with her shoulder out on commission. Suddenly, her eyes landed on the grenade launcher that the soldier had abandoned and she crawled over to it. She waited for the right opportunity and when the man’s gun was aimed at Steve, she fired.
The sound of sirens filled the air as the three of them were outnumbered by S.H.I.E.L.D emergency vehicles. They put their hands up in surrender as officers approached from every direction.
“It was him. He looked right at me like he didn’t even know me.”
They were in a prison transport van, handcuffed and surveillanced by guards.
“How is that possible? It was, like, 70 years ago.”
The conversation moved in and out of Wanda’s focus. Her breath was labored and her vision was blurry. Her head lulled from side to side.
“Zola. Bucky’s whole unit was captured in ‘43. Zola experimented on him. Whatever he did helped Bucky survive the fall. The must of found him and...”
“None of that’s your fault, Steve,” Wanda chimed in, in a moment of coherence. She leaned back, letting her heavy eyelids shut.
“Even when I had nothing, I had Bucky.”
“We need to get a doctor here. If we don’t put pressure on that wound, she’s gonna bleed out in the truck.”
The crackle of a taser startled Wanda back to focus. She tensed, waiting for the guard to attack. Instead, out her peripheral, she saw the guard attack the one sitting opposite, knocking them out. For a moment, she figured she may be hallucinating until the guard removed their helmet.
“Ah, that was squeezing my brain,” Maria Hill quipped looking at the crew in front of her. Wanda smiled weakly, letting her head fall back once more.
“Who’s this guy?” Maria called out, gesturing towards Sam.
Steve helped Wanda step down from the back of their escape van and the four of them walked together towards the underground facility, Steve and Sam continuing to guide Wanda through the entrance.
“GSW. She’s lost at least a pint!”
“Let me take her.”
“She’ll want to see him first.”
The last bit of the conversation caught Wanda’s attention. Him? They walked to the end of the tunnel, into a new passageway and down a small flight of stairs. Both Sam and Steve protested delaying her treatment but as Maria moved aside a plastic barrier, she understood why.
“Fury!” Wanda exclaimed.
“About damn time.”
Chapter 7 - Parasite
“Lacerated spinal column, cracked sternum, shattered collarbone, perforated liver and one hell of a headache,” Fury listed out his injuries while Dr. Fine applied pressure to Wanda’s wound.
“Don’t forget your collapsed lung,” the doctor chimed in.
“Let’s not forget that...otherwise, I’m good.”
“They cut you open! Your heart stopped!” Wanda countered. Ten minutes ago she was barely conscious and now she was flooded with emotion. Shock of course, with first being shot and then laying eyes on Fury again, alive no less. Relief to be in safe hands once more and out of the constant danger that they had been in since Fury’s “death.” Exhaustion for the same reason. But most of all, anger. Everywhere she turned she was faced with lies, especially from those she had trusted most in the world.
“Tetrodotoxin B. Slows the pulse to one beat per minute. Banner developed it for stress. Didn’t work so great for him but we found a use for it. And I see your temper doesn’t die with me, Maximoff,” Fury retorted. Steve glanced over at Wanda, meeting her glare.
“Why all the secrecy? Why not just tell us?” Steve demanded.
“Any attempt on the director’s life had to look successful,” Maria explained.
“Can’t kill you if you’re already dead,” Fury groaned, “Besides, I wasn’t sure who to trust.” Wanda burst out of her chair, taking the bandage for her wound with her, and stormed off.
“Wanda!” Steve called out from behind her. She ignored him and continued her way down the passage but she was slowed by her loss of blood and Steve managed to catch up to her quickly. “Wanda,” he said again, grabbing her hand. Wanda looked down at her hand in his for a moment before he slowly released it. “What’s going on?”
“I….I-” She wanted to scream and release everything that had been going on in the matter of just a few days. She wanted to run away from all of it, leaving someone else to clean up the mess. She wanted things to be the way they were before. She wanted to be the strong person that she thought she was before the past few days, past few months, took over. If it had been anyone else standing there before her, she may have let it all drown her but Steve moved towards her, minding her shoulder, and wrapped his arms gently around her body. Wanda hesitated for a moment before leaning into the embrace.
“He didn’t know me, Wanda. He didn’t even know.”
When Wanda let go, she saw the tears streaming down his face. She reached up and wiped them away, settling into his embrace once more.
“This man declined the Nobel Peace Prize,” Fury recalled, holding up a picture of Pierce, “He said peace wasn’t an achievement, it was a responsibility.” He tossed the picture onto the table. “See, it’s stuff like this that gives me trust issues.”
“We have to stop the launch,’’ Wanda cut in, looking over to Steve.
“I don’t think the council’s accepting my calls anymore,” Fury remarked, opening a suitcase with three large computer chips.
Maria and Fury updated them on the plan to take out the helicarriers by replacing one of the carrier’s targeting blades with their own. It would be integral for them to replace the chips on each of the carriers or millions of people could die. The plan seemed far too simple for Wanda.
“And maybe, just maybe we can salvage what’s left…”
“We’re not salvaging anything,” Steve interjected Fury’s explanation. Steve looked over at Wanda and she nodded lightly. “We’re not just taking down the carriers, Nick. We’re taking down S.H.I.E.L.D.”
“S.H.I.E.L.D had nothing to do with this.”
“You gave me this mission,” Steve berated, “This is how it ends. S.H.I.E.L.D’s been compromised. You said so yourself. Hydra grew right under your nose and nobody noticed!”
“Why do you think we’re meeting in this cave? I noticed,” Fury retorted with a scoff.
“How many paid the price before you did?”
“Look, I didn’t know about Barnes,” Fury admitted.
“Even if you had, would you have told me? Or would you have compartmentalized that, too? S.H.I.E.L.D, HYDRA, it all goes.” Fury looked to Wanda, who had remained silent throughout the conversation, gently rubbing her shoulder.
“He’s right, Nick. It’s over. They both have to go, the parasite and the host. Though, I’m not sure which is which,” Wanda responded, bowing her head. Fury looked over at Maria and she nodded in confirmation. Finally, Fury’s eyes moved to Sam.
“Don’t look at me. I do what he does, just slower,” Sam shook his head.
“Well...it looks like you’re giving the orders now, Captain.”
Wanda nodded at Sam as he passed and he gave her a supportive pat on the back. She approached Steve, who was leaning on the rail of the bridge, deep in thought. Stopping beside him, she mimicked his position.
“So who was he? The Winter Soldier, I mean,” Wanda asked, fiddling with her hands.
“Bucky he was...well, he was my best friend,” Steve recalled, some distant memory seemingly putting a small smile on his face. “He always had my back. Always.” Wanda nodded; she knew the feeling. “I don’t know if you know this about me but I wasn’t always good at winning fights,” he chuckled, “Although, I was good at picking them.”
“So, what’s changed?” Wanda teased, giving him a playful shove. He gave a shove back before leaning forward and looking out towards the scenery. There was a silence between them as Wanda’s stomach churned. She looked down again picking at the peeling paint of the rails.
“What is it?” Steve questioned, recognizing the shift in her demeanor. She squinted out at the horizon.
“I know we have to do this...I know that, but with S.H.I.E.L.D gone, even HYDRA, how will I ever find my, my...Pietro,” Wanda faltered, turning away.
“Hey,” Steve started, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. “When all this is over...I’m not going to leave you here. Not after all this.” Wanda kept her gaze on her hands, twisting a ring on her finger. Steve grabbed both of her hands, catching her attention. “We’re going to find him, Wanda.”
“You and me. You and me and Sam. We’re a team now. We’re friends, remember?” She smiled, unclasping their hands.
“Are you going to be taking down HYDRA in that get up?” Wanda quipped.
“No, ma’am. If you’re going to fight a war, you have to wear a uniform.”
Chapter 8 - Not the Only One
The plan was simple enough. Steve, Sam and Maria would break into the Triskelion, inform the other agents on the HYDRA breach, warn them against Project Insight and head to the hangar to replace the carrier’s tracking chips. Wanda would pose as Councilwoman Hawley of the World Security Council with the use of a Photostatic Veil and infiltrate the Council’s meeting. From there, she could upload and release whatever S.H.I.E.L.D/HYDRA files she could get her hands on, if everything went to plan, with Fury’s authorization.
Wanda stood in the lobby, fiddling with the gold buttons on her navy dress suit. They had sent an agent by the name of May, someone Wanda had known for years, to pick Hawley up from the airport to delay her arrival, giving Wanda a window to get in. She felt naked standing there out in the open but of course not one passerby was able to pick up anything strange, not with the Veil.
“Councilwoman Hawley, it’s good to see you.” Wanda’s heart skipped a beat at the sight of Pierce. He stood in front of her, the other council members trailing a few feet behind and chatting away.
“Same to you of course, Secretary Pierce,” she replied, avoiding a kiss on the cheek by extending her hand to him. The group began to move once more and Wanda strolled along, trying not to stand out.
“And how was your flight?”
“Lovely,” Wanda responded, clutching her purse, “The ride from the airport, less so.”
“Sadly, S.H.I.E.L.D can’t control everything.” Apparently not. There were a million things Wanda could say to that, but she held her tongue.
“Including Captain America,” another councilman chimed in. Pierce grimaced but the remark was quickly forgotten as another agent approached.
“This facility is biometrically controlled,” Pierce explained, grabbing a briefcase from the agent. “And these will give you unrestricted access.” Wanda cautiously picked up the tag that Pierce offered. She pinned it on her suit, noticing Pierce watching her carefully. They moved on to the elevators, travelling up to the top floor, where Pierce’s office and the main conference room were located. When they arrived, Pierce poured glasses of champagne and handed them out before starting a toast.
“I know the road hasn’t exactly been smooth, and some of you would have gladly kicked me out of the car along the way. Finally, we’re here. And the world should be grateful.” With the raise of his glass, a voice cut Pierce off from over the building’s intercoms, echoing throughout the immense space.
“Attention all S.H.I.E.L.D agents, this is Steve Rogers. You’ve heard a lot about me over the last few days. Some of you were even ordered to hunt me down. But I think it’s time you know the truth. S.H.I.E.L.D is not what we thought it was. It’s been taken over by HYDRA. Alexander Pierce is their leader.”
Pierce paced the room, snaking his way through the council people, who turned to face him and raised his eyebrows at the accusation.
“The S.T.R.I.K.E and Insight crew are HYDRA as well. I don’t know how many more, but I know they’re in the building. They could be standing right next to you. They almost have what they want. Absolute control.”
He pulled out his phone, beginning to type. Wanda gazed through the windows separating them from the other offices in the hallway, waiting.
“They shot Nick Fury. And it won’t end there. If you launch those helicarriers today, HYDRA will be able to kill anyone that stands in their way. Unless we stop them. I know I’m asking a lot. But the price of freedom is high. It always has been. And it’s a price I’m willing to pay. And if I’m the only one, then so be it. But I’m willing to bet I’m not.”
Wanda stood a little taller, more ready than she had ever been. The S.T.R.I.K.E team marched into the room, surrounding the council.
“You smug son of a bitch,” one of the councilmen exclaimed. “Arrest him,” he demanded, gesturing towards Pierce. The nearest agent raised his gun in the direction of the councilman, silencing him.
“I guess I’ve got the floor,” Pierce smirked, placing his hands in his suit pockets. Wanda waited for the right opportunity to intervene as alarms began to sound out near the hangar. Gunfire reverberated hauntingly throughout the building. The harsh sound of metal against metal filled the air as the enormous bay doors ground open outside. Insight’s helicarriers were launching.
“Let me ask you a question,” Pierce began, stepping away from the windows, where there was a staggering view of the commotion erupting outside. “What if Pakistan marched into Mumbai tomorrow and you knew that they were going to drag your daughters into a soccer stadium for execution, and you could stop it with a flick of the switch. Wouldn’t you? Wouldn’t you all?” he questioned, eyeing them.
“Not if it was your switch,” the councilman replied, throwing his glass of champagne, the shatter cutting through the silence. Pierce simply chuckled darkly as the lead agent handed him a gun. He raised it to the man’s head and it was the perfect opportunity for Wanda to step in. She shoved the councilman away from danger, striking her fist square to Pierce’s face and disarmed him. Getting a hold of his gun, Wanda hurtled it into the nearest agent and moved onto the next, taking him out with a knee to the groin and a strike to the head. As another agent moved to aim his gun at her, she used her height advantage to pound his head against the marble flooring. For the rest, she simply blasted the guns out of their hands with her power, pitching them across the room after guiding one into her hand. She kept the handgun aimed at Pierce as she disengaged the Photostatic Veil.
“I’m sorry,” she said, feigning a pout, “did I step on your moment?” Wanda handed the gun to the nearest councilman, walked over to the control system and began typing her way through the program.
“What are you doing?” one of the other men asked.
“She’s disabling security protocols and dumping all the secrets onto the Internet,” Pierce cut in.
“Including HYDRA’s,” Wanda replied, not bothering to look up from her work.
“And S.H.I.E.L.D’s. You won’t be able to keep those powers a secret anymore, Wanda.” She continued working, though she felt the beat of her heart pick up its pace. “And what about your brother?” Wanda froze, fingers hovering over the keys. “You really think I couldn’t find him if I wanted to?”
“What are you saying?”
“I’m saying…” he began, taking a step towards her, “I know where to find your brother, Wanda. We could help each other, you and I.”
“You’re bluffing,” she spat, beginning to type again.
“Oh Wanda, you really are just as naive as you’ve always been.” She clenched her fists, preparing to step over and take a hit at him. Instead she stopped, letting the anger dissipate. He was stalling, and she wouldn’t let him have the satisfaction of getting to her.
“I don’t want your help and I don’t need your help,” she bit back, returning at full speed to the uploading process. With any luck, Sam and Steve would nearly be done replacing the helicarrier’s chips. Minutes later, Wanda reached a roadblock. To move any further, she would need to break down the higher level encryptions. He needs to get here, now.
Pierce scoffed as he watched the authorization warning pop up on the large screen. “Disabling the encryption is an executive order. It takes two Alpha Level members.”
“Don’t worry. Company’s coming.” It wasn’t long before a helicopter touched down on the floor’s landing pad outside the window. The sound of the chopper shook the room as Fury stepped out of the helicopter and into the entrance outside the office door.
“Did you get my flowers?” Pierce remarked as Fury stalked towards him. “I’m glad you’re here, Nick.”
“Really? Because I thought you had me killed.”
“You know how the game works.”
“So why make me head of S.H.I.E.L.D?”
“Because you were the best, and most ruthless person I ever met.”
Wanda opened up the authorization program, letting Fury have his moment.
“I did what I did to protect people.”
“Our enemies are your enemies, Nick,” Pierce explained. “Disorder. War. It’s just a matter of time before a dirty bomb goes off in Sokovia or an EMP fries Chicago.” Wanda felt heat pulsing through her veins. “Diplomacy? A holding action, Nick. A band-aid. And you know where I learned that.” Pierce’s bargaining was helpless, Wanda knew. Fury wouldn’t change his mind. Ever. Still, it made her nauseous to think that such evil existed in the world. And even more so that she had helped it thrive.
Fury cut the conversation short and pulled Pierce over to the screen.
Retinal scanner active.
Wanda took the gun from the councilman, walked over to Pierce and held it only inches from his temple, unflinching.
“You don’t think we’ve wiped your clearance from the system?” he leered.
“I know you erased my password...probably deleted my retinal scan. But if you want to stay ahead of me, Mr. Secretary, you need to keep both eyes open.” Fury lifted his eyepatch, revealing his mutilated eye and leaned into the screen.
Alpha Level confirmed. Encryption code accepted. Safeguards removed.
An alarm began to blare through the inside of the building, the evacuation alert finally activated. Wanda felt the tension within her chest release as the confirmation alert crossed the screen. She pulled out her phone to find the news already flooded. Suddenly, the council members began to groan in pain as the full access pins that Pierce had provided them disintegrated, burning a gaping hole into their chests. Both Wanda and Fury moved their guns to point at Pierce once more.
“Unless you want a two inch-hole in your sternum, I’d put that gun down. That was armed the moment you pinned it on.” They lowered their guns in defeat. Wanda felt dizzy but kept her gaze firm on Pierce.
From outside, there was a thunderous blast as the three helicarriers, which could be seen hovering in a triangular formation from the expanse of windows, terminated each other. Wanda couldn’t conceal her smile. Sam and Steve were successful. They won. As much as Wanda wanted Pierce to see justice for what he had done, they hadn’t lost. If she were to die, at least she knew that she had been on the right side of the battle.
“What a waste,” Pierce hissed. “Time to go, councilwoman. This way. Come on.” He stepped over and grabbed Wanda roughly by the arm. “You’re going to fly me out of here,” he explained, leading her in the direction of the landing pad outside.
“You know, there was a time I would’ve taken a bullet for you,” Fury sneered.
“You already did,” Pierce snickered. As his attention was turned to Fury, Wanda felt through her pocket, where she recalled stashing some last minute provisions. Her fingers hit a metal disk and she cursed. She knew what she had to do but she didn’t know how badly it might go. To her, having Pierce captured was worth the risk. At least she hoped the distraction may give Fury enough time to attack. Pulling the disk out, she pressed it between her fingers, causing it to release a strong electric current. She felt the intense shake of her body as she struck the ground. The painful spasms rocked through her and there was nothing but a blaring ring in her ears.
“Wanda? Wanda, c’mon!”
She opened her eyes slowly, some feeling starting to return to her limbs. Fury helped her up onto her trembling legs. Wanda nearly tripped over Pierce who was lying on the floor, wounded and muttering incoherently to himself. Fury guided her out the office door, around the corner and out onto the launch pad, where the helicopter sat intact, in spite of all the commotion both outside the building and within. Once they were in, Wanda grabbed a nearby water bottle, half-chugging it, half pouring it into her hands to wipe her face. The cool water on her skin woke her up and they took off, connecting the chopper’s comm system to Steve, Sam and Maria.
Wanda cursed as they watched one of the fallen helicarriers crash into the Triskelion.
“Please tell me you got that chopper in the air,” Sam’s voice broke out of the radio system.
“Sam, where are you?” Wanda called into the mic.
“41st floor! Northwest corner!”
“We’re on it! Stay where you are!”
“Not an option!” Seconds later, Wanda caught sight of Sam leaping from one the building’s many windows and out into the air. In response, Fury turned the chopper onto its side and a gust of wind rushed at Wanda as Sam fell into one side of the helicopter and right out the other. She screamed as she felt his hand slip through hers and without a thought, her power casted out to Sam, holding him in place in the air.
“Get me in! Get me in!”
Wanda swiftly guided him back to the cabin and he clutched onto her arms tightly.
“41st floor! 41st!”
“It’s not like they put the floor numbers on the outside of the building!”
“God, I could’ve used your magic tricks a little bit sooner,” Sam remarked wearily with heavy breath. She let out a relieved laugh and patted him on the shoulder. With the shock of Sam's fall, she nearly forgot.
“Maria! Where’s Steve? You got a location?” Wanda exclaimed into the mic over the sound of the chopper’s blades and the gradual collapse of the building. Her heartbeat escalated, unable to see any sign of Steve throughout the wreckage. Sam grabbed Wanda’s arm once more and they huddled together in wait.
Wanda was awoken by a soft shake of her shoulder. She stretched out her stiff back and rubbed her eyes.
“You’ve been here too long. You need food. You need some real sleep,” Sam urged, handing her a bottle of water. She opened it and took a swig which eased her dry mouth.
“I’m fine,” she replied lightly, running her hands through her hair. “Thank you.” He pulled up a chair next to hers and sat down, beginning to thumb through a magazine. She pulled her phone from her pocket, scrolling through the news. A few moments passed before they were both startled away from their activity.
“Steve,” Wanda gasped.
“Well, if it isn’t Mr. Rogers,” chuckled Sam, “back from the dead. A beautiful day indeed.”
A slight breeze blew lightly through the branches of an old oak tree as birds chirped contently. The sizable tree cast a nice shade that protected from the day’s heat. Sam, Steve, Fury and Wanda gathered around Fury’s freshly dug grave.
“So, you’ve experienced this sort of thing before, Rogers,” Fury mused.
“You get used to it,” Steve smirked. Wanda looked over at him. His golden hair glinted under the light of day and it was refreshing to see him healed; no more stitches.
“We’ve been data mining HYDRA’s files,” Fury explained. “Looks like a lot of rats didn’t go down with the ship. I’m headed to Europe tonight. Wanted to ask if you’d come.”
“There’s something I gotta do first.”
“How about you, Wilson? Could use a man of your abilities.”
“I’m more of a soldier than a spy,” Sam shrugged.
“Well, uh, I’ve got team duties to attend to now,” Wanda grinned, eyeing Sam and Steve. Fury nodded, a small smile escaping him.
“Alright, then.” Fury gave the two men handshakes before opening his arms to Wanda for a hug. “You keep these boys in line, Maximoff.”
“Will do,” Wanda replied, savoring the embrace.
“If anybody asks for me, tell them they can find me, right here.” He strolled away and was soon out of sight.
Wanda reached into her messenger bag which sat at her hip. She ruffled through a few papers until she found what she was looking for.
“I almost forgot,” Wanda spoke. “That thing you asked for.” She handed Steve a thick, worn out file. He flipped it open and Sam moved closer to see over his shoulder.
“You’re going after him,” Sam sighed.
“You don’t have to come with me,” Steve replied solemnly, looking first at Sam, then towards Wanda.
“I know…When do we start?”
They sat in the grass, leaning their backs up against the trunk of the oak. Wanda had kept Steve company as he skimmed through the file. He had long since placed the file on the ground but they sat in a comfortable silence, breathing in the fresh air.
“You know, when I was uploading that intel, Pierce said he knew something...something about Pietro.”
“You think he was telling the truth?” Steve asked, brows furrowed.
“I mean I guess it makes sense. If HYDRA was still alive all this time, who’s to say they weren’t the ones who captured us back in Sokovia?”
“Why keep him hidden then?”
“That’s what I’ve been thinking,” Wanda sighed, head in her hands.
“We’ll find him. You and me and Sam,” Steve replied, wrapping his arm around Wanda. “We’ll find Pietro and we’ll find Bucky.” Wanda nodded, leaning her head on Steve’s shoulder. They sat for a few moments like that, listening to the sounds of the wind, letting their heavy eyes open and close. Wanda sat up and Steve removed his arm, looking up at her curiously. She learned over and planted a kiss on his cheek.
“Thank you...just, thank you.”
He smiled at her then looked down at his hands in his lap. Wanda got to her feet, brushed off her pants and offered a hand to help him up.
“C’mon, Captain. We’ve got a lot to catch you up on.”
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Relationship: Steve Rogers x Reader [Dating], Bucky Barnes x Reader [Platonic]
Warnings: mantions of kidnapping, slight depictions of PTSD, angst
Summary: After you survive a kidnapping that ends up affecting you in ways you and Steve never anticipated, you turn to Bucky for comfort leaving Steve confused and insecure.
A/N: alright this is an older one I had sitting on my computer i felt like uploading but very sorry for the lack of content! I am currently dealing with finals but this is my last year so fingers crossed i’ll have more time after this! Still, please enjoy this, I remember really enjoying writing it :)
You shot up in bed suddenly, praying your eyes would adjust to the pitch black darkness of your bedroom fast enough to ease your brain. As your heart raced and sides ached with bruises, you took in your surroundings finally.
You were in your bed, your boyfriend Steve sleeping peacefully next to you. You knew this in your brain but your heart didn’t. It still raced relentlessly, just a haunting reminder of your latest nightmare.
The nightmares always had the same theme. They always seemed to circle back to your troubling and scarring kidnapping you had suffered just a few weeks ago. It was a devastating ploy by some equally devastating men to get to your boyfriend. The abduction didn’t last very long — just about a week in some musty, dirty cell being kicked around — but the scars it left on your brain where so much deeper than you had ever realized until recently.
The physical abuse was bad but the bruises and cuts were healing just fine. It was the mental and emotional games they played that was going to take longer to ease. The words were haunting and they followed you in every crevasse of your brain, typically leaving you running on a couple of hours a sleep. It was a cruel routine: go to bed safe and sound, find peace for two hours, wake up in a cold sweat, watch mindless TV in the common area until breakfast.
Here we go, you thought as you made your way out of the bed. Steve was still undisturbed, in a peaceful dream sleep, typically unaware of your absence. The few times he had caught on you rushed him back to bed, claiming you just wanted a midnight snack. He never questioned it but his eyes always told you he wasn’t convinced. You ignored it — you just couldn’t tell him. The guilt he carried about your kidnapping was unbelievable. You worked so hard to convince him you were alright, it wasn’t ever his fault, and that the wounds were healing because you couldn’t bare to see those eyes in such a miserable state.
It really wasn’t a total lie — the wounds were swell and you wouldn’t dare to blame him for something not in his control — but then the nightmares started. The daunting voice began chiming in. The depression… the anxiety… the fear… it all came at once so unexpectedly.
You tugged on your fluffy robe along with your slippers and made your way to the kitchen. As you rounded the corner you were stunned to see the kitchen light already on. Peaking your head in, your eyes fell on Bucky who was situated at the kitchen island snacking on some chips.
You stared, unsure of whether you should head to the living room and venture into the kitchen. No one had ever been up with you before and if they did, they never made themselves known.
"I can feel you staring, Y/N."
Bucky’s rough voice brought you out of your ridiculous phase. You sighed and made your way to the fridge.
"What are you doing up?" You asked, grabbing a carton of vanilla ice cream along with a spoon and making your way to the island. You stood opposite of him, watching and waiting for a reply as he crunched on the chips.
"Isn’t this the time you always get up?"
His question stunned you. Holding his intense stare, you placed your spoon on the counter next to the ice cream. Suddenly, your stomach was in a knot. Maybe a part of you didn’t want anyone to know what was going on.
"I just wanted a snack," You gave your go-to spiel but the ex-assassin wasn’t buying one bit of it.
"Every night?" Bucky scoffed. "Probably should eat a bigger dinner, then."
You rolled your eyes as he gave you his know-it-all smirk. You loved Bucky really —totally loved his company and all that — he had been such a great friend to you and so inviting but no matter what, without a fail, he could always pick up on anything that was off. Steve, of course, could see right through you but he always gave you the benefit of the doubt. He was gentler with you, never wanting to pry or upset you, and you were so thankful for that. But Bucky didn’t give a shit — if something was wrong he was gonna find out one way or another.
"Why are you up?" You repeated your initial question, getting a bit fed up with this now. He stalled your question and reached for more chips. You sighed in annoyance and opened the ice cream carton, digging into the creamy deliciousness.
"Something’s up with you," Bucky finally answered. His voice was a bit softer and way less cocky. Hearing someone express they saw you weren’t okay nearly had you in tears. You shoveled more ice cream in your mouth, staring down at the granite counter.
You shook your head. "Just wanted a snack."
"Jesus Christ, Y/N." Bucky groaned. "Come on, don’t make this hard."
You placed your spoon in the carton, pushing it to the side. You fiddled with your nails as thoughts and feelings swarmed in your brain. It couldn’t hurt for someone to know, right?
"Nightmares," You spoke softly, voice cracking ever so slightly. "Just some bad nightmares."
"The kidnapping," He whispered. You saw his fists clinch at the mention of it. Your kidnapping had shocked everyone. They all had their own way of handling it but usually it was just a lot of confusion. You weren’t some hero. You didn’t have magical power or a fancy training. You were just a nurse who bandaged up the heroes when they came back. Even with dating Steve, no one expected you to be a casualty.
"It’s really messing with my brain," The words were rough to get out but once they were out there, you felt a new freedom. A weight you never realized was so heavy was being lifted so carelessly with words.
Bucky just nodded and waited for you to continue.
From then on, your nightly routine was no longer a lonesome thing. Bucky began joining you every night with snacks and a therapy session. It felt easy to talk with him about it especially since he understood. He didn’t have to pretend to know how you felt — he had felt it all, too. He got what being captive was like, how the mental manipulation went, how strong the effects of it all could be… You for once didn’t feel crazy. But most importantly — someone knew. Like really knew. And you were immensely grateful.
It seemed to be helping as well. You knew when the thoughts got rough, you could just spew it all out. You could talk about what exactly had happened to you without fear of being looked at differently. The whole thing was like breathing fresh air. You could even sometimes fall back asleep on the couch which now put your sleeping time up to four glorious hours.
The nightly chats really put your daytime spirits back up. So much so, Steve was getting a little suspicious. While he was so relieved you seemed to be doing better, the steps you took to get there were still a mystery to him and you could tell he was curious. When you’d join him in your shared room at the end of the day, he’d ask more questions about what you had done through the day. It was almost like he wanted a play-by-play and you did your best to comply.
It wasn’t until a week or so later that he started catching on to you leaving in the middle of the night. Without knowing it, he had used all his might to stay up one night to see if something was going on. You didn’t appear to be doing anything but work during the day so something must’ve been happening in the night — and that’s when his mind wandered. The thoughts of what could be helping you started to get a little unpleasant.
It was a random Tuesday night and you were on the couch with Bucky eating some pretzels. He was sitting up right while you were laying on the couch, legs thrown over his lap. You were going on about how your nightmares had gotten weaker when unexpected foot steps halted your words.
"What’s this?" The unmistakably strong voice of your boyfriend boomed through the living room. You scrambled to sit up, throwing pretzels all over the coffee table. Both stunned and unsure, you and Bucky stared at Steve. His demeanor was hard, his face unamused, and his eye said he was ready for a fight.
"Steve, babe, what-," You fumbled for your words, trying your best to reason. He hadn’t caught you two doing anything but his energy was so startling it made you unexplainably scared.
"What? What am I doing up? What are you doing up?" He marched towards the couch. Hesitantly, you stood up to face him. Bucky stayed seated, looking at you both with a slight expression of annoyance. He knew how possessive his best friend could get but this felt excessive.
"Just wanted a snack-,"
"Don’t bullshit me," Steve growled, taking an intimidating step towards you. You jumped at the harshness. Sure, you guys had had disagreements before but this was entirely new.
"I… I’m not… Steve-,"
Steve took a deep breath.
"Y/N," His voice got deeper. It was slightly too calm compared to his attitude just seconds before. "Tell me why you’re up at night sneaking around with my best friend."
"Sneaking around?!" You gasped. "Steve, that is not-,"
"OH, IT’S NOT?" Steve’s voice boomed throughout the common area. Even a watching Bucky jumped at the noise.
You quickly backed away from him, completely scared beyond belief. His eyes were harsh, his entire demeanor fuming with anger. You had never seen anything like this from him and it started to bring up the memories you worked so hard to heal from.
"Steve, man, take it down a notch…" Bucky finally stood from the couch and placed his hands on Steve’s shoulder.
Steve flinched back, nearly ready to throw one at Bucky, but something in him clicked. He lowered his hand and took a few deep breaths. Coming to his senses, he looked at you and saw the absolute horror on your face. He had never seen you look at him like that and it broke him into a million pieces.
"I… just… what the hell is going on?" Steve meant for it to come out nicer, but the harshness was yet to leave him and his tone. You started rubbing your hands together, a nervous tick you’ve had forever. Bucky tried to get you to stop when he noticed your movements, but Steve’s cold glare wouldn’t let him anywhere near you.
"I can’t sleep anymore," you said, breaking the silence with a much more powerful voice than you intended. You didn’t know you had the strength. "Ever since… I can’t sleep. I keep having these nightmares and Bucky’s been helping."
Steve scoffed, "Helping?"
Bucky rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. Now you were getting weary of both super soldiers.
"We sit up talking," Bucky explained. "It helps her… well both of us, really, to talk, watch TV… anything."
"And you didn’t tell me this because…?" Steve asked, pointing his attention back on you. When his eyes met yours, a shiver went down your spine as his cold gaze. You sighed, realizing the gig was up.
"God, Steve, I didn’t wanna worry you!" You exclaimed. "The last thing you need is a girlfriend with PTSD. You go through enough shit and I just didn’t wanna pile it on."
The admission sat in the air heavily around you three. Bucky looked relieve you finally said something but Steve’s eyes just held so much confusion. Personally, you felt so much weight coming off you. You thought you’d never have to tell him, assumed everything would sort itself out, but no, you finally spoke up.
"Honey," Steve sighed with sudden tears forming in his eyes. "You didn’t… You shouldn’t have done that, you know you can tell me anything, right?"
You nodded, "Steve it was just so scary. I didn’t know what to do. Bucky was just there and he got it and would just sit up with me and-,"
"Alright, hon," Steve cut you off and made his way closer. Thankfully, you didn’t flinch away. "I understand and I’m glad you had someone, but I would’ve helped. I can help you, sweetheart."
"I’m sorry," You whispered as he pulled you into a hug. You threw your arms around his torso and buried your face in his chest, letting the pent up tears flow. Steve rest his chin on your head, stroking your hair softly.
"I didn’t know you were hurting this much," he admitted.
"It’s been so fucking scary,"
Steve could almost feel his heart breaking at the sound of your voice alone. Your words just piled on so much.
"I should let you two…" Bucky began, essentially forgotten standing next to you two. You pulled away from Steve to look at him.
"Thank you, Buck," you said.
Steve nodded in agreement. "I’m sorry for the overreacting I just… I thought the worst, but really you probably saved my girl."
Bucky gave a small smile and patted Steve on the back. "I didn’t do anything. It’s her strength you gotta thank."
With that, he made his way to the elevator and back to his room, leaving you two still standing in an embrace in the common area. You stared up at Steve, watching his expression towards you change. What was once so scary and harsh was back to the softest man you’d ever met.
"We’ll make some calls in the morning but for now, would you come back to bed?" Steve asked. "I can’t imagine anymore nights without you."
You nodded, giving him a peck on the lips. He led you back to the shared bedroom and for once, you went to bed with a sense of hope.
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Radioactive Spider Bite
Peter Parker x Reader
Warnings: language, vilonce, muture content? Maybe later on?, jealousy, death, idk its marvel... slow updates.
A/N: please don't be rude. Feed back is welcome but be kind. If there is any little details you would like to change to fit your style and personality please do so. This will also be on my WATTPAD along with all my other stories. This begins with Civil War when Peter comes home to find Tony Stark there. It will go to Homecoming, Infinity War, End Game, Far From Home, and then when No Way Home is out and I watch it the story will continue as long as there is a new movie with Spider-Man.
Word Count: 1122 words
Captian America: Civil War
Mr. Stark walked over to Peter's desk. "Whoa, what have we here? Retro tech, huh?" He said. "Peter's a nerd," I said. "Hey! I am not," he said pushing me a little. "Thrifty store? Salvation army?" Stark asked Peter. "Uh, the garbage, actually," Peter said. "You're a dumpster diver?" Mr. Stark asked bluntly. "Yeah, I was... anyway, look, um, I did not apply for your grant and either did y/n..." Peter said but was cut off. "Ah-ah! Me first," Mr. Stark said loudly. "Okay," Peter said.
"Quick question of the rhetorical variety," Stark said holding his phone up. A screen projected from it showing Peter or "Spider-Man swinging by a guy on his webs. "That's you, right?" He asked. "Um. No. What do you... what do you mean?" Petet stammered. "Yeah," Stark said flipping his phone as another video came up. "Look at you go," he said. "Wow! Nice catch. 3,000 pounds, 40 miles an hour. That's no easy. You got mad skills," Mr. Stark said and brought up another video. "And this... this is both of you," he said. The video showing Peter and I swinging together the day he was showing me how the web-shooters worked just in case I changed my mind.
Peter had his stupid suit he made on and I have black leggings and a tight long sleeve black shirt with my hair up in a ponytail and a simple black mask that went over my eyes. I had my arms around his neck and my legs wrapped around his waist while his one arm was securely around my waist. He had been talking to me and explaining everything step by step. I squinted at the stilled frame and shook my head. "Nope. That... that is not me," I said and looked at Mr. Stark. "Really? And I guess this isn't either?" He asked showing another video of me swinging by myself. I shook my head "nope. Nope, definitely not me," I said.
"That's... that's all you YouTube, though, right? That's where you found that? Because you know that's all fake. It's all done on the computer," Peter jumped in. "Mmm-hmm," Stark hummed. "It's like that video. What it is?" Peter said looking at the projected screen in front of us as Stark looked around. "Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Oh, you mean like those UFOs over Phoenix?" Stark said as he took a broom handle and pushed open the crawl space door on the ceiling. Peter's suit falling out on a rope. "Oh, what has me here?" He said. Peter jumped in front of him and grabbed him. Turning his back he shoved it into his closet.
"Uh..." Peter let out leaning on the wall nodding his head. I sat on his bed and flopped back laying down. "Awkward," I said and Peter glared at me. Mr. Stark walked over to him. "So. You're the Spider-ling. Crime-fighting spider. You're Spider-Boy? And you're what? Spider-Girl?" He asked. "No. I'm y/n," I said and rolled my eyes. "Spider-Man," Peter said crossing his arms. "Not in that onesie, you're not," Stark said. "Ha!" I snorted out laughing at that. "It's not a onesie," Peter said and walked over to pick the broom handle up. "I don't believe this. I was actually having a really good day today, Mr. Stark. We didn't miss put train, this perfectly good DVD player was just sitting there... and Algebra test, nailed it," Peter said now standing by his desk. "I'm pretty sure I failed it," I said sitting up.
"Who else knows? Anybody?" Mr. Stark asked. I and Peter shook our heads. "Nobody," we both said. "Not even your unusually attractive aunt?" Stark asked. "No. No. No! If she knew, she would freak out. And when she freaks out, I freak out," Peter said. "That's true he does," I said looking at Mr. Stark who was sitting on the end of the bed in a chair. "You know what I think is really cool? This webbing," Mr. Stark said and threw the little thing he had the webbing at Peter who caught it without looking. "That tensile strength is off the charts. Who manufactured that?" Stark asked.
"Peter did," I said. Mr. Stark raised his eyebrows as he looked over the suit. "Climbing walls, how you doing that? Adhesive gloves?" He asked. "It's a long story. I was..." Peter started but stopped cut off by Stark. "Lordy! Can you even see in these?" He asked holding the goggles up to his face that were attached to the suit. I bit my lip so I wouldn't laugh as Peter glared at me. "Yes. Yes. I can," Peter said taking it away from him and putting this in the small closest. "I can see in those. Okay? It's just that when whatever happened, happened... It's like our senses dialed to 11. There's way too much input, so they kinda help me focus," Peter said.
"You're in dire need of an upgrade. You too," Stark said looking at me. "What? No!" I said but he ignored me. "Systemic, top to bottom, hundred-point restoration. That's why I'm here," he said and leaned against the wall. Peter sat beside me on the bed. "Why are doing this? I gotta know, what's your MO? What gets you outta that twin bed in the morning?" Stark asked. "Me. I get him outta bed," I said. "And you, why don't you do what he's doing? Why are you Spider-Girl?" He asked.
Peter looked at me and looked back at Mr. Stark. "Because..." he stammered a little. "Because I've been me my whole life, and we have had these powers for 6 months. I read books, I build computers. Yeah, I would love to play football, but I couldn't then, so I shouldn't now," Peter said. I forward my eyebrows he never told me exactly why he was doing what he was. "Sure, because you're different," Stark said. "Exactly. But I can't tell anybody that, so I'm not," Peter said. Stark looked at me then and raised his eyebrows. I sighed knowing I wasn't getting around this at all and I was going to have to explain why I wasn't out there with Peter in so ridiculous suit fighting crime.
"I'm not a genius like Peter is. I can barely pass my classes. I wouldn't be passing them if it wasn't for him. I'm more street smart and I'm artsier than him. I take pictures and draw and I don't draw pretty things, I draw dark messed up things. Peter follows the rules and I don't. So what business do I have out there saving people's lives?" I said looking down at my hands.
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Radioactive Spider Bite
Peter Parker x fem!Reader
Warnings: language, vilonce, muture content? Maybe later on?, jealousy, death, idk its marvel... slow updates.
A/N: please don't be rude. Feed back is welcome but be kind. If there is any little details you would like to change to fit your style and personality please do so. This will also be on my WATTPAD along with all my other stories. This begins with Civil War when Peter comes home to find Tony Stark there. It will go to Homecoming, Infinity War, End Game, Far From Home, and then when No Way Home is out and I watch it the story will continue as long as there is a new movie with Spider-Man.
Word Count: 1106
Captian America: Civil War
Peter Park was my best friend since we were six when he moved in upstairs with his Uncle Ben and Aunt May. May always watched me when my mom was out of town on a business trip which was often. With Peter living a floor above me, we always used the fire escape to get to each other's bedrooms. Often sitting outside for hours talking.
Peter and I were very different people. Where he was extremely book smart, I was street smart. I wouldn't be passing any of my classes if it wasn't for Peter. He was always helping me with homework and to study for tests. That's why I didn't get it when he dragged me to the science exhibit. That's where it all went weird. I was taking pictures when I felt a pinch on my hand "ouch!" I said and looked down to see a red and blue spider. I was about to smack it when a hand grabbed my wrist. "Stop," Peter said and picked it up off my hand only to be bitten too and dropping it. "You were saying?" I said. "You can't kill it. It was only trying to defend itself," he said rubbing his hand.
That was six months ago. Now, we both have some abilities that spiders have and other abilities as well like... Superhuman strength, agility, endurance, ability to stick to and climb walls and other surfaces. Peter made self-designed web-shooters that allowing us to fire and swing from sticky webs, he uses it more than me. We also have some kind of special "Spider-Sense" that warns us of incoming danger. Once the shock wore off Peter was all into being some kind of superhero. He went around the city saving people from "evil" and other things, he made a suit (that looks ridiculous) and everything. I wasn't all that into it, I never used the web-shooters or went out doing good like he did.
That was until one day Peter and I came home from school walking intp the apartment and Tony Stark was there at the apartment talking to May in the living room on thw couch.
Peter and I stood in the elevator going up to the seventh floor. He had t.v. box or something in his hands to work on one of his projects and I was on my phone and we both had earbuds in with on hanging out so we could hear each other. The elevator dinged and the door opened. We walked out and to his apartment as he pulled his keys out and unlocked the door. We walked in not even looking at May. "Hey, May," we both said. Peter grunted as his backpack fell off his shoulder and ended up tripping me since I was paying attention making me fall into him. "Ow," I whispered. "Hmm. Hey," May said as we set our stuff down.
"Dude, watch where you drop your shit," I said pushing him as we walked into the kitchen. "Watch where you're going," he laughed and pushed me back. "How was school today?" May asked. "Sucked!" I said. "It was okay," Peter said. "What's up with the car outside?" I asked. "Yeah, there this crazy car parked outside," Peter said and we both came to a stop looking into the living room to see May sitting on the couch with Tony Stark. "Holy shit," I said and hit Peter in the chest with the back of my hand. He grabbed it as he grunted. I sometimes forget about the super strength we have.
"Oh, Mr. Parker and Miss. Jones," Tony said. "Um..." peter and I both said. Peter was a huge fan of Tony Stark aka Iron-Man. "What are you doing... Hey! Uh, I'm... I'm... I'm Peter," Peter stuttered out. I rolled my eyes "pretty sure he knows that Pete," I said sarcastically. "Shut up, y/n," Peter said. "Tony," Mr. Stark said. "What are you... what're you doing here?" Peter asked crossing his arms. I stood beside him and crossed my arms as well. "It's about time we met. We've both been getting my emails, right?" Mr. Stark asked. "Yeah. Yeah," Peter said. "Right?" He asked me. "Oh. Umm. I have no idea. I don't look at my email," I said shrugging, and Peter looked at me. "What?" I asked and shook his head looking back at Mr. Stark.
"Yeah. Regarding the..." Peter started but May cut him off. "You didn't tell me about the grant," she said. "About the grant," Peter said. "Grant?" I asked. "The September Foundation," Mr. Stark said. "I'm confused," I said. "Check your email," Peter said. "Remember when you two applied," Mr. Stark said. "I did..." I started but Peter cut me off. "Yeah," he said smiling. "I approved, so now we're in business," Mr. Stark said. I just stood there still confused. "But you didn't tell me anything. What's up with that? You're keeping secrets from me now? What's up with that?" May asked.
"We... we just know how much you love surprises so we thought we would let you know..." Peter stuttered out. "Anyway. What did we apply for?" I asked Mr. Stark. "That's what I'm here to hash out," he said. I nodded my head. "Okay. Hash it out, okay," Peter said. "It's so hard for me to believe that she's someone's aunt," Mr. Stark said about May. My eyebrows shot up as May laughed and blushed. "Yeah, well, we come in all shapes and sizes, you know," she said. I grabbed Peter's arm and we looked at each other before looking back at the two adults. "This walnut date loaf is exceptional," Mr. Stark said.
Peter held his left hand out "Let me just stop you there," he said. "Yeah," Mr. Stark said. "Is this grant got money involved or whatever? No?" Peter asked putting his hands behind his back. "Yeah, it's pretty well funded," Mr. Stark told us. "Yeah? Wow," Peter and I said. "Look who you're talking to. Can I have five minutes with them?" Mr. Stark asked May. "Sure," she said. He stood up and Peter grabbed my wrist pulling me along "my rooms this way," he said and we lead Mr. Stark to Peter's room. We looked at Mr. Stark who closed and locked the door before walking over to the small trash bin in the corner and spit something in it. "As walnut date loaves go, that wasn't bad," he said.
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A Swarm of Butterflies
Part one, Part Two
Part Three: A Much Anticipated Date
Pairing: Steve Rogers X Reader
Summary: You attend dinner with the man who has invaded your every thought.
Authors Notes: Thank you all so much for the support you have shown for this story. I am so thankful to all of you. Thank you for every comment, like, share, follow, and kind message!! I hope you enjoy reading part three as much as I enjoyed writing it. Until next time. Xx
Steve Rogers found himself standing in front of your apartment door at exactly seven. His nerves were frazzled, his palms were sweaty, and his cheeks were flushed a deep red. His heart was pounding wildly against his rib cage and his lungs struggled to take in air. He felt as though he was shipping off to another war instead of taking a beautiful woman out to dinner.
He hadn’t been on a date in quite some time, despite Natasha and Sam’s constant pestering. He hadn’t even been truly interested in the last two women he had taken out, only going to appease his friends. He was immediately drawn to you that day in the park. You had evoked feelings in him that he hadn’t even known still existed, and for the first time in a long time he actually wanted to take someone on a date. He wanted so badly for it to go well.
He took a moment to gather his thoughts, looking around the hallway he was standing in. The wall paper was a light creme and decorated with vertical lines. The carpet beneath his feet was a light, smokey grey. The doors lining the hall were covered in dents and chipping black paint. The building was older but held a certain charm that he could appreciate. It reminded him of his first apartment. He turned his attention back your door and inhaled, closing his eyes briefly.
“You can do this Rogers. It’s gonna be fine.” He whispered to himself, inspecting the bouquet of flowers in his left hand. He took a deep breath and raised his free hand to the door. He knocked softly and looked down at his worn, brown boots as he waited for you to open the door.
He could hear the soft pitter patter of footsteps approaching and a second later the door swung open revealing your smiling face. You were wearing a bright yellow sundress that stopped a few inches above your knees. The dress had thin straps that were tied into neat little bows resting at the tops of your shoulders and a scoop neckline. White sandals adorned your feet, and a light dusting of makeup brought out your already stunning features. Your hair fell in bouncy curls that framed your face perfectly.
Standing there in front of you, his eyes slowly drinking you in he felt as though the breath had been stolen from his lungs. He swore he had never before laid eyes on a more beautiful creature. He knew this image of you would be forever ingrained in his memory.
“Hi.” You beamed, your voice filled with excitement.
“Hey. You look absolutely beautiful.” He complimented, his stomach churning with nervousness. “I brought you these. I wasn’t sure what you liked, but I thought these were pretty.” He extended the bouquet of deep pink roses and soft purple lilies.
“Oh, that’s very sweet. Thank you. These are beautiful.” You accepted the flowers, leaning down to smell them. No man had ever before brought you flowers on the first date. You nearly swooned at the gentlemanly gesture.
“Come in!” you offered, stepping aside to let him into your home. He stepped inside and released a deep breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding in.
“I’ll just put these in a vase and we can go.” You spoke again, turning on your heel and heading down the small front hall. Steve followed closely behind, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans.
“Have a seat. I’ll be just a second.” You motioned to the couch. He shot you a shy smile and took a seat. He observed the room while you moseyed into the kitchen.
Your living room was small, but beautifully decorated. The floors were a pale oak that gleamed under the glow of a lamp that rested on a small end table on the opposite side of the beige sofa. A beige arm chair decorated with white flowers sat in the corner of the room. A large bookcase covered the wall closest to the kitchen. It was stuffed with books of all different genres. The bindings of the novels worn from years of use. Framed photos clung to the walls in various places. They featured laughing people and warm embraces. He assumed they were photos of your family and friends. An entertainment center rested directly in front of the couch. A television sat in the middle and an old record player was on the opposite end.
He rose from the couch and strolled over to the record player. His fingers moved delicately over the surface of the familiar object. The record currently on the machine was The Beatles: Abbey Road. It was covered in scratches so he knew that it was played often. A wide grin stretched across his face. He had listened to this album just a few years prior and enjoyed many of the songs.
“Alright, I’m ready to go!” You sing-singed, walking back into the room with a vase of carefully arranged flowers. He jumped slightly snapping his head up to look at you, removing his hand from the record. He hadn’t heard you approaching.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” You apologized, setting the vase down on the entertainment center.
“Oh, no. I’m fine. I was just admiring your taste in music.” He laughed, running a hand through his hair anxiously. His eyes flitted over your face finding amusement resting there.
“You like The Beatles?” You turned and retrieved your bag from the sofa.
“Yeah, I mean what I’ve heard. I listened to this album a few years ago. It’s taken me quite some time to catch up on all that I missed.” He walked closer, and stopped just in front of you. He towered above you and you had to crane your neck to look up at him. With him so close you noticed how long his eye lashes were. You fiddled with the strap of your bag.
“Are you ready to go?” He asked. His hands reaching out to rest on your arms gently stroking up and down. Your heart galloped at the contact.
“Yeah, I’m ready!” You managed to keep your nerves at bay and offer a smile which he returned. He grasped your hand gently and led you to the door of the apartment.
Once you were out into the hall he dropped your hand so that you could lock the door. Once you were sure your apartment was secure the two of you headed toward the staircase. After a few flights of stairs and a short walk to the front entrance the two of you were standing on the sidewalk in front of your building.
“Do you mind walking? It’s not far.” He asked, tilting his head to catch your gaze. His eyes were bright and a soft smile played on his plump lips.
“Not at all.” You replied, looking down hoping he hadn’t noticed you staring.
With a nod he captured your hand once again and began to lead you down the sidewalk. The night was quiet and a warm breeze flitted through the air. The streetlights glowed softly around you as you walked. As you walked he pointed out buildings he used to frequent or commented on people passing. You hung on every word loving how natural it felt walking like this with him. You stole a glance up at him and smiled, your heart giddy with excitement.
You’d been so busy admiring the man beside you that you hadn’t even realized you’d begun to approach a busier area of town. The sound of people laughing and soft music was what inevitably caused you to tear your gaze away from Steve’s profile. Around you couples were walking hand in hand reveling in each other’s company, stealing kisses, and laughing happily. A street musician played a jazzy tune on his saxophone, and the smell of food drifted through the light breeze. The scene around you was enchanting, and you found yourself smiling so wide that your cheeks were beginning to ache.
“It’s just a few more blocks.” Steve spoke, looking down at you. You nodded and continued to watch the world buzz with life around you.
Five minutes later Steve stopped the two of you in front of a small, Italian restaurant. The front entrance was illuminated by soft lighting and the sign on the door said OPEN in cursive, red letters. The brick on the building was crumbling, and the sign was faded. The paint on the shutters was peeling.
“It doesn’t look like much from the outside, but I promise the food is fantastic. I’ve been coming here for years.” He explained, waving his free hand in front of the building.
“I trust you, Rogers.” You chuckled, giving his hand a squeeze.
He led you inside the small building and up to the hostess stand. While he spoke to the young girl behind the counter you looked around. The floors were a dark wood and the walls were a romantic red. The tables were spaced out perfectly and draped with white, linen table cloths. Each one of them was set perfectly with silverware, dishes, and wine glasses. Candles illuminated the space, giving the room a romantic glow.
“Follow me right this way.” The hostess spoke, her voice soft and polite. Her long,dark ponytail swayed as she led you through the clusters of tables toward the back of the room. She brought you into a small, secluded area of the restaurant away from the other dining couples. A spot set up just for the two of you.
In the secluded cove was a single table. It was decorated the same as the others, but in the center of the table were three red candles and a vase holding two red roses. You spun around to face Steve, a look of utter disbelief on your face. You hadn’t even known this kind of romance still existed.
“Do you like it?” He asked, his voice unsure. His hand was smoothing circles over yours gently.
“It’s wonderful. You didn’t have to do this for me.” You flushed a deep red. You stood on your toes and stretched to kiss his cheek. He gazed down at you with pure wonder in his eyes.
“I know the owners so it was no trouble. Come on, let’s eat.” He smiled, removing his hand from yours and placing it on the small of your back. He pulled out your chair and helped you sit before pushing it back in. He walked around the table taking a seat in his own chair and plucked the menu from the tabletop.
“What should I get?” You asked, eyes grazing over your own menu. You looked across the table at him, finding the concentration on his face adorable.
“Everything is amazing, but I almost always get spaghetti.” He replied, meeting your eyes. He shot you a smile as the waitress approached.
“Spaghetti it is then.” You laughed, closing the menu.
The two of you ordered and while you waited for your food you chatted. You talked about work, your friends, and your hobbies. He told you about the team, missions he’d been on, and all about his life in the 40’s. Conversation flowed easily between you, neither of you running out of things to say. It was comfortable as if you’d known one another for decades.
Your conversation carried on even after the food had arrived, both of you taking brief pauses to take bites of your food. You shared a bottle of red wine. It was the perfect mix of sweet and tangy. He knew that he wouldn’t be able to get drunk, but he still enjoyed the taste. Once the plates had been cleared away Steve ordered a slice of chocolate cake for you to spilt.
He held your hand over the table while you waited for the decadent desert. His thumb smoothing over your knuckles. He was looking off into the distance and you were looking at him. His gorgeous features were illuminated by the soft glow of the candles. His eyes which appear light blue in the sunlight looked almost grey in the dim room. His lips were parted ever so slightly and glistened with the wine he had just sipped. His hair was slightly disheveled from his anxious hands combing through it. Your heart swelled at the sight in front of you, and you weren’t sure if it was the wine or the romance of the evening but you were aching to kiss him. To feel his lips pressed gently to your own.
It was as if he could sense your thoughts because he turned his head to look at you. His gaze capturing yours. He took in your flushed pink cheeks and the radiant glow of your skin. He loved the way a stray curl had fallen in front of your face, but you hadn’t pushed it away. He parted his lips to tell you just how beautiful he thought you were, but it was if he were under some sort of spell. He moved his lips, but no words escaped them. He was simply enchanted and he wanted so badly to lean over the table and kiss you senseless.
The spell that lingered was broken when the waiter appeared a moment later, carrying a large slice of chocolate cake.
“Here you are, sir.” He spoke, placing the plate in the middle of the table.
“Thank you.” Steve smiled as he released your hand. You smiled at him as you both reached for a fork. You shoveled the cake into your mouth and let out a soft murmur of utter delight.
“This is the best cake I have ever had!” You giggled. Steve smiled from across the table.
“Oh, it’s the best.” He agreed, taking a bite for himself.
Once you’d finished Steve excused himself to pay the bill. When he returned he extended a hand to you and helped you up. You exited the now nearly abandoned restaurant and stepped out into the cool evening air.
You hadn’t even realized how long the two of you had sat at that table, but it had to have been hours. The streets were now nearly bare. Only the street musician and a few couples lingered about. The moon was high in the sky and surrounded by beautiful, glowing stars. The night was now considerably cooler, and you shivered as a breeze brushed past.
“Are you cold, Y/N?” Steve asked, concern written all over his face. He started to removed the brown leather jacket he’d been wearing.
“Oh no, really I’m fine.” You responded trying to coax the soldier to put his jacket back on.
“Don’t be ridiculous. You’re cold, sweetheart.” He draped the jacket over your shoulders.
“Well, I should’ve brought a jacket. I don’t want you to get cold.” You replied, stuffing your arms down the sleeves. The jacket swallowed your frame. The worn leather smelled of Steve, and you ran your hand down the sleeve, fiddling with the fraying cuff.
“I assure you, I’ll be just fine.” He chuckled, taking your hand again. The two of you looked at each other. Neither of you saying a word, and he reached his fingertips up to brush your cheek. The sound of a slow, sappy jazz tune pulled his attention away from you. He gazed toward the street musician and the handful of couples standing nearby.
“Come on.” He smiled, dropping his hand from your cheek. He pulled you over in front of the man playing his saxophone.
“Dance with me Y/N.” He smiled, a gleam in his eye. You giggled as he pulled you into his chest. One of your arms went up to rest around his neck and the other clasped in his hand. He kept his hand that wasn’t holding yours low on your back. Your head rested on his chest as you swayed to the soft tune. You could hear the hammering of his heartbeat clearly, and you smiled to yourself.
The other couples joined you and the song progressed. You looked around and smiled at the group of lovers sharing a romantic moment under a blanket of stars. It was a moment you wanted to remember until the end of time.
As the song ended he spun you and you both laughed. He tipped the man and turned back to you. His smile was radiant, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
“Let’s get you home.” He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you into his side. You wrapped yours around his waist and rested your head on his shoulder.
You made the walk back in silence, both of you lost in the magic of the evening. He walked you inside your building and up to your door. You grabbed the keys from your bag and thrust them into the lock. Once the door was open you stepped inside, but Steve remained standing in the hall.
“I had an amazing time tonight Steve. Thank you for taking me out.” You leaned against the door, arms crossed over your chest.
“No, thank you for allowing me to take you doll. I haven’t laughed like that in a long, long time.” He smiled. He took a few steps closer so that his chest was just brushing yours. Your breath caught in your throat, and it felt as though your heart had stopped beating.
“Can I kiss you goodnight?” He asked, his eyes gleaming with hope. You nodded too caught up in his gaze to speak.
He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours gently. One of his hands flew up to cup your cheek, and the other rested on your hip pulling you into his body. Your hands wound into the fabric of his shirt as you melted against him. The kiss was everything you’d imagined it would be, and you could feel the surge of electricity between you. Fire works exploded behind your closed eyes. It felt so right, like everything you had ever wished for. His lips fit so perfectly against your own, and his touch coaxed a trail of goosebumps to appear on your skin.
He pulled away after a few moments, his palm still holding your cheek. His lips were pink and swollen from the kiss. His eyes danced with desire and he gazed down at you with hooded lids.
“Goodnight, sweetheart.” He placed a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll call you.” He promised.
“Goodnight Steve.” You whispered, gazing up at him through your lashes.
He stepped away from you and offered you a smile before turning and heading down the hallway. You watched him walk down the staircase with a hand pressed to your chest.
You stepped inside once you could no longer see him and closed the door. You leaned your back against it, smiling like a fool. You felt as if you were floating, your heart so full it could burst. You knew at that moment that you were already falling for him.
Once Steve stepped outside he looked back at the building with a wide grin on his face. His pulse was racing and his mind was reeling. He’d never experienced a kiss quite like that one. It had felt so natural, so right holding you in his arms. He sighed as the strolled over to his motorcycle. After just one date he knew that he had found something special.
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Bucky Barnes x Reader | Steve Rogers x Reader | Winter Soldier x Reader
Summary: While your friends were given serum, you were hit by a lightning which miraculously allowed you to remain youthful. You have been on a run from your past ever since, thinking the secrets you buried were never to be revealed. But after decades of longing, what will you do when your very past revisits you.
(Based on The Age of Adaline)
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warm mornings(steve r.)
Prompt: Waking up next to Steve
Pairing: Steve x Reader
Warnings: Alcohol; I think thats all?
Fic type: Soft fluff
Steve and you... you didn’t know exactly what you were. You spent a lot of time together, that’s for sure. Between you and him punching bags were always in short supply, after a long, annoying mission you both had the same coping mechanism; get your frustrations out in the training room. Sometimes both of you would stay in there till the early hours of the morning. More often than not you both got up around the same time, had breakfast together, had some small talk and then he’d be off to take a jog at 5am. You were close; closer to him than you were to anyone else. There were small touches, lingering eyes, soft smiles and even softer words.
Last night was a rare occurrence; the team had a day off for the first time in what seemed like forever and Tony decided that everyone would spend it together “bonding”. There were board games and music and liquor and by the time everyone but Steve and yourself slinked off to bed it was roughly 12am.
You both were silent for some time, sitting in each others presence and soaking up the peace that was in the air. “It’s nice to have a day off, right?” Steve summoned you out of your comfortable silence and into polite conversation.
“Yeah, I think it is. Even the avengers need a break now and then.” you spoke softly, as to not scare away the moment.
Steve’s head was hung and there was a small smile hanging on his liquor kissed lips, “it’s nice to be here with you. you know, alone. i know we’re alone a lot, but i couldn’t help to want everyone to just leave us alone” A seemingly innocent confession. small and soft, for no one else’s ear but yours.
You don’t know how it happened, the last thing your remember is silk bedsheets and cool air, his soft, warm lips planting kisses on your body and saying your name quietly like a prayer; and before you knew it sleep took over you.
Soft warmth enveloped your body, radiating from the window you were facing. A lax arm around your smooth waist and quiet snoring. The clock on the bedside table read 8:46am; late for both you and Steve, but at this point, you didn’t care.
Carefully turning over to get closer to the sleeping body behind you, tangling your legs in his and your fingers in his pretty, blond hair. All you did for several minutes was try to remember the beautiful sleeping look on the soft mans face. It wasn’t long before hands started to grip your waist and eyes began fluttering open to reveal the most perfect shade of green you had ever laid eyes on. Both your faces contorted to lazy, morning smiles and he softly caressed the skin of your hips. If there was ever a moment to save to memory it was this moment right here.
“Good morning, sunshine” tumbled out of your mouth before you could put it back in. “Good morning, lover” came from his in response.
Lover?? Were you his lover??
An interruption of your thoughts came by soft lips hovering over yours, barely brushing against them. It felt like time stood still whilst you stared each other in the eyes, and finally a kiss was placed on your lips. Kind, sweet. A reassurance.
You were, in fact, this gorgeous mans lover and something told you to never let him go.
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