#when are we gonna call Steve Rogers out on the bullshit that is bullying tony into leaving his family and dying in a suicide mission

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Use All of Me (P.12)

Title: Use All Of Me (Part Twelve) Summary: Fem!Reader x Dark Mob!Steve Rogers. The Avengers are heroes saving the world but in this AU, they are also permitted by the powers in charge to have less than favorable business underneath their guise of mere superheroes. Steve and Tony are at the helm, keeping their empire’s wealth in check, both devious and perilous if crossed. Steve takes a liking to the reader at a party and it may be her undoing to her autonomy choosing to go home with him. Words: 3,008 Warnings: Dark AF, angst, emotional/mental abuse, smut, breeding, death Author’s Note: ♫ Steve is getting desperate ♫

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Tony was pacing in front of the cameras he had up on the large wall when Steve entered the room. Bucky, Sam, Clint, and Rhodey were already down there with Tony, sitting or standing. The general feeling in the room was tension and it was permeating the air.

“Get anything from him?” Tony asked as soon as he caught sight of Steve.

“He didn’t know shit,” Steve said gruffly. “Not that I gave him much time to say anything past admitting he had known she wanted to escape. If he was going to help her, he would have driven her off the property himself and disappeared with her. He would not have stuck around afterward if he had assisted her in any way. He was not that daft.”

“I would beg to differ on that,” Natasha commented, coming to stop in front of the cameras, her eyes searching the screens. “Are you only focusing on New York?”

“Larger cities in the north east for now mainly,” Tony answered, coming to stand beside her. He pointed at the lower right corner of the screens. “I have it set up to follow the main tracks of the Amtrak across the country the longer time passes.”

Bucky came up to Steve and asked, “Her family?”

Steve shrugged, “Her parents aren’t alive. Didn’t mention anyone else really. She was an only child.”

“What about her friends? They could have family in other states.”

“I could look into that,” Clint said. “Facebook isn’t that hard to look through and people are always oversharing on that stupid app.”

“Speaking of her friends… if she says anything she’s heard from you, Steve, about the business, that’s not going to be good,” Rhodey said, looking grim.

Uncomfortably, eyes swept to Steve quickly and he shook his head. “I don’t think she’s concerned about that,” Steve said tightly. “She just… wanted space. And instead of asking, she does some impulsive, unsafe bullshit.” He was working himself up again, his hands resting on his hips tensely. “Absolute horseshit.”

Tony turned from the screens, taking a few steps towards him. Trying to reason with Steve and calm him down, he told him, “Look, Pepper did too when we first got together. It takes a while for them to adjust from the hustle and bustle they were used to, but they do eventually. Unfortunately, Y/N had persistent friends. Stupid, persistent friends at that. But we are going to find her. You’re gonna get your kids back and her.” Tony held up his hand as an idea came, “And on that note, you need to register with the putative father registry.” Steve’s brow stitched in confusion. Tony laughed and said, “Trust me. I did it when I was younger because I was a little loose and needed to know if any of the women I was with – and I was for sure the father – were going to do anything with the kid that would blow back on me. There’s a notice to claim paternity form for a child born out of wedlock. With that, you’ll be notified of any court proceedings, such as adoption or guardianship changes.”

Steve’s jaw clenched at this and Tony said, “I don’t think that’s out of left field that might happen.”

“I’d love to see her try,” Steve said darkly, a deep scowl on his face.

Tony had to smirk at that ferociousness. “Hmm, me too. And good thing about this is that she won’t be notified that you registered. You know, not that she would get a notification anyway because she is AWOL, and it would go to her old address. It also doesn’t need to get notarized.”

He clapped his hands and turned to look at everyone else. “So, we’ll keep these on here. Like I said, the Amtrak cameras are going to go down the three main tracks. If it happens she’s gone for longer, we will start scanning outwards of the northeast on the other cameras. Barton, you got the familial ties. Man, big notes if the family is in a bordering state. Oh, I did get access to Natalie and Yua’s phones, but they are unfortunately turned off. Smart cookies. But if they turn them on again, it’ll light up on this laptop—”

“I’ll watch it,” Natasha volunteered.

Tony nodded in acknowledgment. “Unfortunately, we can’t put out a look out on the license plate because well… it’s Natalie’s car and it’s not stolen if she’s driving it.” He sighed and shrugged, “The rest of us… just on standby I suppose until we get something.”

“Do you want me to handle the meeting tonight with the union?” Rhodey asked.

“I forgot about that. Thank you for remembering,” Tony said appreciatively. “So, yes. And don’t let them try to bully you into giving them a bigger cut. Our deal is set, they just need to give us the money from the trade.”

“Do you have the surveillance video? Of Y/N leaving?” Steve asked him suddenly.

“You sure you wanna watch that?” Tony asked, skepticism lacing his tone. “I don’t need you punching a hole through these screens or anything.”

“No, I want to see it,” Steve said. “I want to see what she left with. Make sure she just didn’t hop in a car without anything.”

“Alright,” Tony said, still sounding uncertain. He walked towards another laptop and opened it, working to pull up the video.

Steve was there behind him, looming. He sat in the chair in front of the laptop, watching Tony rewind to the part he wanted to see. It stopped as the women started coming out of the house. Steve leaned forward, his eyes zeroed in on where Y/N was standing saying goodbye to everyone. He watched until it was just Yua with her and then Natalie came out of the house, a duffel bag over her shoulder and a hoodie and hat in hand. She threw it into her car and they moved quickly to put the coat on Y/N and get her into the backseat of the car. She was adjusting the hat and pulling the hood up as Natalie pulled away.

Tony was right. All Steve wanted to do was grab the laptop and smash it repeatedly on the table to try to quell some of the white-hot rage exploding inside, thinking if Bryce’s dumbass had just been outside, they would have never been able to even get her into the car in the first place. And how Natalie had managed to not be stopped in the house by him made him even angrier if possible. The giant oaf had been watching a movie Wanda told him.

He held it together though, keeping his hand steady as he reached up and closed the laptop with a slight snap but not too hard.

“Well, at least she’s got some clothes I guess,” he said to no one in particular. He pushed the chair back with a loud squeak. “I need to go on a run.”

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“And what? Go back to the city and wait for Steve to find me and beat the crap out of me until I give him information?” Yua asked seriously.

Your mouth fell open slightly at her bluntness. You had asked Yua what she was planning on doing past this as the three of you sat on the back porch of the cabin in the moonlight. When you had suggested going home, she had rose her brows in surprise before saying what she had.

She noticed the look on your face and apologized, “Sorry. That’s just… what’s going through my mind. Filter is a little gone by now.” She held up her fourth beer can sheepishly.

“I don’t think it’s far from the truth,” you said quietly. “So, you’re smart for worrying about it.” You shifted in your seat and admitted, “Steve doesn’t exactly sleep much either. So he’s got more time in the world than most.”

“Insomnia?” Natalie asked.

“No. He doesn’t need to. He would fake it a lot of the time… you know, just to lay in bed with me during the night.”

“That’s kind of romantic,” Yua said and Natalie shot her a piqued look. “What? It is!”

“Or creepy because he wanted to be next to her all the time,” Natalie retorted.

“I think it was a little bit of both. It’s not like he wouldn’t hear me get out of bed even if he was in his study or somewhere else in the house, so it’s not like being right next to me would have made much of a difference in the long run,” you muttered, picking at the blanket. “But, he enjoyed it I think. Lying in bed with me. Snuggling me while I slept. He’d watch TV quietly too.” You chewed on your bottom lip, thinking of how you had enjoyed those moments too, waking up with him there, warm in his embrace. Admitting that out loud though was too hard; like it was fake that you had asked for help.

“Good thing light doesn’t bother you when you sleep. Honestly, I’m jealous of your ability to just fall asleep wherever,” Natalie said, trying to lighten the mood.

“Soaking it up while I can,” you said, giving a halfhearted smile.

“Where are we going to go though? Seriously? We can’t exactly go back to our apartments for our things. I’m afraid someone would be watching,” Yua said and you admired her ability to think ahead like that.

“We could order a moving service. Have them store our things in a storage unit outside NYC. Then after a substantial amount of time, have it shipped to wherever we move to,” Natalie suggested before she sighed heavily. “How am I going to get a good recommendation for a job by just quitting?”

“You could call and tell Brett the truth. Well, not who we are running from, don’t want to get anyone else involved, plus you know… they are already going to be mad about Y/N leaving with secrets. So no need to incriminate them when they’re already expecting it. On the off chance they do find us, not having gotten them in trouble with the law will probably bode well for us. But anyway, you know… tell Brett that you’re helping a friend escape an abusive partner.” Yua suggested. The two of you were staring at her in astonishment and she shrugged. “What? That’s what I was going to do with my boss. I can work from home completely. I already do it half time. He just needs to mail me a laptop and we already have WiFi here. Thank god, I would die without Netflix.”

“You astound me sometimes,” you told her, a wide smile on your lips. And it was quickly replaced by tears of gratitude and she reached for your hand, grasping it tightly. “No, it’s fine. I’m just… overwhelmed. I didn’t want you guys to have to uproot your lives for me.”

“We’ve been friends for a decade. Plus, it’s not like I have anything going for me back there anyway except a high paycheck and a string of hard dicks following behind me like dogs and I can get that somewhere else,” Yua responded, taking a swig of her beer as you and Natalie laughed. She gave your hand one more squeeze before pulling away.

“Plus, New York was getting a little tired anyway,” Natalie chimed in. “I’ve wanted to move. Not ideally like this but… I think we can make the best of it.”

Nodding, you said, “We can try.”

You suddenly stilled, your fingers digging slightly into your abdomen.

Yua sat up quickly, “What? What’s wrong?”

“I… I think one of them just kicked,” you said, a slow smile spreading across your face. The two of them immediately relaxed. You shot Yua a look and asked, “Is that too early?”

‘No, that sounds right on time,” Yua said. “Especially for your first one.”

Looking down at your abdomen, you smiled again softly this time. You tried to will them to move again, imagining them sleeping there. You wondered what they were dreaming about.

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Steve thanked Tony for bringing him the sandwich he had placed in front of him, taking a large bite. He was and had been planted in front of the surveillance screens for a long while, only getting the minimal amount of sleep he required and only when someone else was there to watch while he was out. Rhodey had just been watching with him and got up to stretch his legs, also thanking Tony for bringing the sandwiches.

A ring cut into the silence and Steve swallowed before picking up his phone. He saw the number on the phone, recognizing it as Dr. Kamal’s office.

“Hello?”

“Mr. Rogers?” A voice said on the other end of the phone.

“Yes?”

“I am calling from Dr. Kamal’s office. It looks like Y/N has an appointment right now and we were wondering if you were on your way…?”

“Shit,” Steve swore under his breath and said, “No, no we are not on the way. I’m sorry. It completely slipped my mind to call and cancel.”

“Would you like to reschedule? There’s an opening later in the day, there was another cancellation. Or we can look—”

“Look, I’m going to be honest,” Steve cut in. “I don’t know where she is.”

“O-oh,” the assistant said on the phone, stammering a bit at that information. “Like today or…?”

“I haven’t seen her for days,” Steve clipped. “She ran off with her friends. I’m not sure to where. I have not had contact with her. So, I can’t make an appointment because I don’t know when I’ll find her or if she’s coming back.”

The assistant said slowly, “Um, well, I suppose then give us a call when you do know.”

“Will do,” Steve muttered before hanging up the phone.

Steve let out a frustrated sigh, slamming his phone down on the counter. His mind was racing thinking about Y/N missing a check up and something being wrong with the babies, with her, or both. He hated not having control of the situation and not being confident she was being kept safe by him.

He looked to Rhodey and Tony. “It’s time to report her missing.”

“Steve, she’s not missing. The cops won’t—” Rhodey started to say.

“I don’t need the cops. If we get her face out there, someone might call.”

“And if that someone is a cartel or something? Saw her face, kidnaps her or all three of them and then demands ransom?”

Steve shouted, “Then I’ll fucking pay it, Rhodey!”

Rhodey closed his mouth and shot a look at Tony, who merely shrugged in return. Rhodey sighed, knowing that Tony would be acting the same way if it was Pepper who had run off on him and would not be garnering any support to dissuade Steve from it from him.

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Yua came into the cabin quickly, tossing her bags down, startling you and Natalie watching a movie. She stood in front of the TV, blocking the view. “We got a problem.”

“What?” the two of you demanded in unison.

“Your face is all over the place on one of the news channels. I saw it at the mini mart behind the counter.”

Natalie scoffed, “How? Are they saying she’s missing?” Yua nodded and Natalie let out a frustrated noise. “Aren’t those supposed to drop if no foul play is expected? Like… they can easily draw conclusions that you ran off on your own accord. It’s clear in the tapes I’m sure!”

“Money,” Yua said darkly. “They’ll be able to keep up advertisements about it forever probably with all the money they have. Probably banking on everyone wanting to do a favor for Captain America. Who wouldn’t want to be in his debt for a favor? Plus, they’re also playing the ‘she’s not mentally competent’ card.”

“What?” you asked shocked, feeling like you had gotten socked in the stomach.

“You can’t be serious. Just because she’s pregnant?” Natalie demanded.

Yua said nothing which was answer enough.

“How will I go to a hospital?” you asked in a voice barely above a whisper.

Natalie assured you quickly, “You can use an alias when they admit you. And when we bring you in, we will have a hood on and a hat, just like when you left. Hopefully there won’t be a lot of people in the ER. Upon discharge, your real name would be attached to the records but under HIPAA you’ll be protected.”

Yet, HIPAA could not protect you from someone who desperately needed money really.

“But… won’t someone turn me in to Steve?” You could not keep the worry out of your voice.

“We don’t know that for sure,” Yua said gently. “And I don’t think it’s something you should worry about.”

Squeezing your hands together, you focused on your breathing, trying to remain calm and push the thought from your mind. Your birth was still far enough off that hopefully it would die down a little.

“Have you thought more about adoption?” Natalie asked you gently.

You nodded, “Yeah. Can I though if I am not a resident of the state?”

“You can surrender a child – or children, in your case – up to the hospital within 72 hours in most states. I checked,” Yua said.

“Good,” you said, nodding. It hit you suddenly and you asked panicked, “You turned your phone on?”

Yua shook her head and said, “I asked the guy at the station to check it out for me. Slid him an extra five dollars while I went to call my mum on the pay phone, let her know I’m okay. He was confused but he did it.” You relaxed hearing that, as did Natalie. Yua ventured, “Are you sure that’s what you want to do? Adoption?”

You swallowed thickly, avoiding eye contact. The two of them were quiet, waiting for you to figure out how to answer. “I’m not sure,” you whispered, breaking the silence.

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If Only You Knew - 15/19

Description: You arrive home one day to find a wedding invite for two of your best friends from high school. You knew this day was going to come eventually, but even with that said, you weren’t prepared to return home. At least not after 7 years of avoiding Buckhannon, West Virginia. Or rather, avoiding him; your ex-best friend and the secret love of your life. But maybe it was finally time to face your past, to face him, and everything else that happened on that horrible night. Who would have knew that your prom would end up being a total disaster, and the very last night you’d spend in Buckhannon for the next 7 years? you certainly didn’t. That’s for sure.

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Word Count: 5,210 ish.

Pairing: Modern!Steve Rogers x Reader.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Violence. Drinking. Bad and offensive jokes. Possible triggering thoughts, feelings and emotions. Moments of bullying and harsh name calling. Lots of curse words. And a very sloooow burn.

A/N: I sadly don’t own any of these characters. And no beta reader, so I do proudly own all the errors and this story, so there’s that.

July 2018 - Present.

You stand in your room, giving yourself a final once over. Tonight was Nat and Bucky’s Bachelor/Bachelorette party. They had both opted to leave it to the last minute so you could be apart of it. And as Buckhannon really wasn’t that big, they’d also decided to just have a joint party as well. Make it one big, final hurrah to the unmarried life for them both.

You glance at the clock on the wall quickly, checking to see just how much time you had left before Hilde, Nat and Wanda arrived to pick you up. 15 minutes. You walk over to your desk and grab your lipstick, it was your favourite shade and you never went anywhere without it. You stand back in front of the full length mirror and apply it, that being the final touch you needed. Then you pick up your clutch off the bed and put the lipstick inside before closing it and heading downstairs to wait for them.

Your heels click on the floor as you make your way into the kitchen, where your dad is sitting at the island counter. Paperwork spread out in front of him, clearly working on the shop’s accounts. If his mumbled curse words and dramatic sighs are anything to go off of. He hated, with every fibre of this being, having to deal with all the background stuff to do with the shop. All he really wanted to do was work on cars, but he was far too stubborn for his own good.

“You know,” you start off slowly, “there are these wonderful things called ‘assistants’. All you have to do is hire them, pay and treat them well, and they will actually handle most—if not all—of the background stuff.” You finish just as you come to stand in front of him.

He scoffs, “please. I don’t need an assistant, they’d have nothing to do.”

“They’d have a ton to do, if you’d just stop being a control freak and delegate tasks off to them.” You shrug, but can’t contain the cheeky grin.

“I am not a control freak,” he laughs, “I just like things done a certain way.”

“Yup,” you pop the p, “that is exactly what a control freak would say.”

He goes to talk then notices your outfit, “you look beautiful, kiddo. Do you have a ride home from High Life?”

“Good conversation change,” you shake your head, fondly, “and I’ll just cab back.” You glance down at your outfit, “think it’s too casual?”

“No, not at all,” he shakes his head, “but you’re taking a jacket though, right?”

“Dad, it’s the middle of July, in Virginia. I’ll be fine without one.”

He shrugs, “it’s my job as a dad to worry about you getting cold.” He pauses, “so you’re taking a jacket, yeah?”

You laugh, “fine, fine.” And walk over to the entry closet, pulling out a lightweight cream bomber jacket, then head back into the kitchen. Showing the jacket to your ridiculous dad once you get there, “happy?”

He hums his approval and nods. “So, when are the ladies getting here?”

And as if on queue, your phone buzzes and you take it out of your clutch to quickly check the message. Seeing ‘We’re outside, sexy.’ From Hilde. You laugh to yourself then walk towards your dad, “now,” you say as you give him a quick side hug and a kiss on the cheek, then head towards the front door. “I’ll see you later.”

“Be safe, and text me if you need anything!” He calls from his place in the kitchen.

“Will do!” You say back as you do a quick check of your clutch, making sure you have everything then head out to the car.

“Get in loser,” Nat says from the passenger seat, “we’re going to the bar!” Then she bursts out laughing at her own joke.

“A Mean Girls reference, really?” You laugh and shake your head, then pull open the back door, and climb in. “I’m guessing Nat is already into the sauce?”

Wanda and Hilde laugh, as the latter pulls away from the curb, glancing in the rear view mirror at you quickly while she says, “try damn near bathing in it.”

“Oh God,” you mumble, “she’s gonna be fall down drunk in no time.”

“You do know I’m sitting right here, correct?” Nat glances back at you with a raised eyebrow.

You pat her head affectionately from your spot behind her, “of course we do, silly. We just don’t care.” Then you, Hilde and Wanda burst out laughing.

“Bitches,” Nat mumbles and swats your hand away. “I need new friends.”

“Oh please, you love us,” Wanda scoffs and shakes her head, disbelievingly.

“We just have to pick Rebecca up then we can head to High Life,” Hilde says as she shoulder checks and switches lanes.

“Sounds good,” you reply.

You all chat and joke the whole way to Clint’s house—where Rebecca, Barney and James Jr are currently staying—to scoop Rebecca and then onwards to the bar.

Once Hilde is parked you all hop out and head in, finding a large table near the back and ordering appies and drinks. You learned the boys hadn’t arrived yet as they were pre-drinking at Steve’s place and would be heading over shortly. They’d wanted to give the girls a little bit on their own. To chat, gossip and catch up. Which is exactly what you all do. Emphasis on ‘gossip’.

“So what the hell is this Madeleine and Tony bullshit?” You ask the question that has been bouncing around in your mind since the bridal party, as you glance around at the 3 ladies.

“Oh God,” Wanda groans, “where do we even start?” She looks over at Nat and Hilde.

“Now I’m not sure if this is true or not,” Nat starts, “but from what I’ve heard from Bucky it started out as a fling. They were both at some function together. Liquor was involved, obviously, and they,” she cringes, “slept together. And then things just sort of went from there.”

“Yeah, my guess is he was the closest she could get to Steve, so she took it,” Hilde adds with a cringe of her own.

“I also heard Tony always liked her, and that she is only with him for his money,” Rebecca says as she takes a sip of her drink.

“I see Buckhannon’s drama has reached New York now,” you laugh.

Rebecca winks at you, “only because I’m friends with Penelope’s little sister.”

“Oh shit, that’s right! How is Lizzy?” You ask her.

She shrugs, “good. Married now.”

“Damn,” you turn to glance around the table at the others. “Looks like I’m a dying breed now. The only single one left in the group,” you pause, then mumble, “maybe even the whole damn town.”

“No, not the only one,” Nat looks at you with a cheeky as fuck expression on her face, and you know the next words out of her mouth are going to be fucking hilarious—note the sarcasm. She takes a smug sip of her drink, which you didn’t even know was possible to do, then she adds with a wink, “Steve’s still very single.”

You gape at her for just a moment, because you didn’t expect those words to leave her mouth—wait, who are you kidding? You knew damn well she was going to say something involving Steve, because it’s Nat. Let’s be real, she never misses a chance to try to push Steve on you. It’s rather frustrating because you’d honestly love nothing more then to have Steve entirely to yourself. But the reality is, he sees you as just a friend, maybe even still like a little sister? Who even knows anymore, honestly.

Now don’t get this wrong, you know you’re a pretty woman, you aren’t blind to the attention you get now. But you also aren’t stupid, you know that it’s really damn hard to get out of the friends zone. Shit, you are like the Queen of the damn friend zone. You’ve only been in Steve’s friend zone for like 9 years, no big deal or anything.

You snort at Nat’s words, “yeah, okay, but that doesn’t really help me,” you gesture to yourself, then a thought crosses your mind, “what I don’t get is why?”

“Why?” Hilde asks, confused.

“Sorry, I should have clarified. I meant why the hell is someone like Steve still single?” You look around at the women in front of you, “I don’t get why no one has snatched him up yet. It makes no sense.”

The girls all share a strange look, as if having a non verbal conversation about something. Something you clearly aren’t in the loop for, which is odd. You’re always in the loop with these girls, even with living 11 hours away for the last 7 years.

Wanda is the first to break the weird awkward silence, when she looks to you and says, “he’s just been waiting for the right one.”

You nod, slowly, “that makes sense, I guess.” And it does, sort of—“But how does he expect to find ‘the right one’ if he isn’t even looking?”

Hilde speaks up this time, “because he already knows exactly what he wants, so now he just needs to lock that down.”

Okay, this whole conversation is confusing as hell. Everything they are saying sounds like a double meaning. Which is fucking weird. “What does that even mean?” You mumble then a realization hits you. “Wait, are you saying there is a woman in town that he likes? One he wants to actually be with?”

And wait, why the hell does saying those words hurt so much? I mean, yeah, when you thought Steve was engaged to Madi you may have flipped out a little—okay, that’s a lie, you flipped out a lot—but you assumed that was because it was Madi. Because you feared he would be forever tied to that she-witch. And you desperately want him to be happy in life, that is the honest to God truth.

But then why do you feel this odd feeling? Like your heart is constricting, yet your blood is boiling. Are you fucking jealous right now? Oh girl, you have no right to be jealous. Seriously. You don’t even really have a right to ask about his love life. Let alone be upset by the fact he actually has one. You were the one who left him behind all those years ago. You were the one who stripped your rights to know and be privy to his life. Give your damn head a shake, woman. Ridiculous.

“I wouldn’t say ‘likes’, it’s a little more than that,” Nat says, and you swear she’s eyeing you, carefully? “But yeah, there is.”

Okay yup, yeah, that was for sure the feeling of jealousy. Now you know that for sure. You feel your heart break just a little, and you’re sure your lips twitched into a frown before you could correct it and force a smile on your face. “Well, I’m ah, I’m happy for him,” you nod once as if to trick them into believing your words are true. “I hope he doesn’t wait around too long though. He might miss out on her.”

Nat scoffs, and you just barely hear her mumble what sounds a lot like a very sarcastic, “‘now’s not really a good time.’”

Wanda lightly elbows Nat’s side under the table, and you assume she didn’t want anyone to notice, but you saw it. You furrow your brows at that but decide to just leave it there, you really want to enjoy this night and if you have to be subjected to anymore ‘Steve’s in love with someone’ talk, you know for a fact your mood will be ruined for the night. And there won’t be any hope of salvaging it.

But before anyone can fix the now awkward tension lingering in the air around you all, Wanda adds, “we all hope so to. They’d honestly be perfect for each other.”

And yup, hearing that sucked. A lot. But you’ll live. Mostly.

And then Hilde—that beautiful fucking woman, who you could honestly kiss in this very moment—swiftly changes the subject, “I say we do some shots!”

Amazing idea, Hilde! And this is exactly why she’s your favourite.

“I second that!” You cheerfully say as you flag the waitress down to order a round of shots.

You all then just continue to drink and catch up, talking about life and work for a while, and ordering a few more rounds of drinks as you do.

About 45 minutes after you’d all arrive at the bar Nat mumbles, “well fuck,” out of nowhere as she stares at something behind you. “Okay, now don’t all look at once, but guess who just fucking walked in.”

Completely disregarding her warning you all look, at the same time, “I said not all at once!” She hisses. But it’s too late. Your eyes land on Brock walking into the bar with Johann and Baron. You quickly spin back around, hoping he hadn’t seen you.

“Fuck,” you murmur and take a long swig of your drink, finishing it off, “of all the fucking people.”

“Are you gunna be okay, Y/N?” Wanda leans in to ask you quietly.

“We can go somewhere else if you want?” Hilde offers.

Then Nat adds, “yeah, it’s really no bother to us. We’d just have to give the guys a heads up that there is a change in plans.”

You wave them off, “no, no. I’ll be fine. I’m sure he won’t even notice us.”

“Okay,” Wanda says reluctantly, “if you’re sure.”

“I am,” you nod. Buuuuut it’s a lie, you just don’t want to inconvenience everyone by forcing them to relocate because of your past drama. Plus there isn’t really anywhere else in town to go, besides a few small lounges and a seedy, roadside truck stop. Where you’d all probably end up in a far worst situation. Nope, no, we will stay right here. It’s been 7 fucking years, time to get over the past. Once and for all.

The girls all nod then pick up their conversations again, however just seeing him drags up old memories and you find yourself zoning out. Remembering the last time Brock unexpectedly showed up at a party you were at…

July 2011 - 7 years ago.

It was Independence Day and Steve’s 18th birthday party, and Clint’s house was freaking PACKED with damn near the whole school—And yes, you said Clint’s house. Sam had started planning Steve’s party like always, and then quickly learned that Clint’s parents would actually be away over that weekend, so he commandeered Clint’s place. That’s a lie, he did get Barney’s permission first, so I guess that’s not so much commandeering but more like borrowing? Can one even actually borrow a house? Who knows.

But either way, here you were, surrounded by your whole damn school. And honestly you didn’t think it was even possible to fit this many people into one house. But then again, the Barton house wasn’t exactly a normal sized home. There was a reason it was called The Barton Estate. The place was freaking massive.

You’d arrived with the usual suspects, the birthday boy included—shocker, I know!—but within minutes of arriving Steve had been dragged off by his football buddies to play beer pong. As per usual.

You kept tabs on where Steve was, which was also ‘as per usual’, but let him just have time with his teammates. Mainly because trying to prevent a whole damn football team from stealing your best friend was actually impossible. You knew that. Plus he had promised to come find you ‘all’ later, though you knew he’d directed that comment mainly at you.

But regardless of that you had been having a wonderful night with the rest of your friends, so far. That is, until Nat elbowed you gently and subtly nodded her head towards the front door. You turned and watched as Madi, Penelope and Kiara all entered the home.

You cringed then quickly turned back to your friends, “who the fuck invited them?” You pointedly glared at Sam.

Who, in turn, put his hands up defensively, “don’t look at me! This isn’t my house and I didn’t invite her.”

You narrowed your eyes at him for a few more seconds then shifted your heated glare towards Clint, who also put his hands up in defence, “I didn’t invite her either.”

“She probably just heard about the party from someone else. Seeing as the whole damn school is here, after all,” Bucky mumbled and also shot a glare pointedly at Sam. Buck was never a fan of large crowds.

“I can’t help it if everyone loves Steve,” Sam shakes his head. “You try telling people they can’t come to his party. They get all pouty and shit, man. And I don’t know how to handle pouty people!” He throws his hands up in defeat, “they always just look so damn sad, like little lost puppies and it breaks my heart! Okay! I’m sorry!”

“Sammy, it’s fine,” Hilde says through a laugh. “No one’s mad at you.”

“Ah,” you pipe up and raise a finger in the air, “I am.” But your barely contained smirk gives away that you’re joking.

“That’s fine, you’re always mad. So that’s nothing new,” Sam shrugs but then bursts out laughing, “shit, I tried to keep a straight face there. But I just couldn’t.”

“So rude!” You pout.

“Way to go, asshole,” Bucky pats him on the back, but it’s not in comfort.

“Oh shit!” Sam says as he lunges for you and pulls you into a bear hug. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I was only joking! You’re never really mad,” he pauses, “it’s actually kinda weird,” he notes as he trails off.

“You totally do have a weakness to the pout!” You laugh loudly, “I need to remember this for the future.”

He pulls back from the hug and gasps, “you tricked me?!” You nod enthusiastically and he releases you fully, “now that was rude!”

“Oh you’ll live!” You giggle but it quickly dies in your throat as you watch Madi approach Steve on the other side of the room. Your stomach is instantly in knots as she whispers something in his ear and he nods then leads her out of the room.

“The fuck,” you mumble and everyone turns to see them exiting the room together.

“Where the hell are they going?” Nat says from beside you.

“What could they possibly have to talk about?” Hilde adds.

You swallow down the bile climbing up your throat and attempt a nonchalant shrug, which probably didn’t come off as that, at all. Considering you were freaking the fuck out on the inside. “Beats me,”

you say as you peel your eyes away from the door they had just walked through, and notice everyone now staring at you. “What?” You ask and they all mumble a, “nothing,” in unison.

They all continue talking about Steve and Madi going off together, alone, but you do your best to ignore the conversation. As just listening to it is making it worse for you. So you decide to people watch instead. At least it’s better then just standing there in stunned silence, staring at the door, waiting for them to walk back through it.

Once your friends move on to a different topic, you tune back in, slightly. Enough to add in here and there at least, and to keep them from noticing your complete change in demeanour. Though you figured they’d probably all noticed it anyways, but being the amazing friends they were, none of them mentioned it.

After what felt like days, but was probably only 15 minutes, they still hadn’t come back. And your gut was in even more knots with every passing minute. Where the fuck are they? “I’m gonna go get another drink,” you abruptly say and then walk off before anyone can say a word.

You look around the whole way to the kitchen, searching for that giant everywhere. But then you reach the kitchen, without so much as a glimpse of him, anywhere. And now you are even more worried and upset. You numbly make a drink and then chug it. Only to then make another drink. But before you can chug that one you feel a tap on your shoulder and you swing around, hoping it’s Steve.

However, the second you see who it actually is, your heart drops more. It’s not that you’re upset to see Brock standing there, it’s just that you were hoping it was your favourite giant, more.

“Hey,” he smiles.

“Hey,” you return the gesture as best you can.

“How’s your night going?” He asks as he takes a sip of his drink.

“Good. Good. Fine,” you say quickly and nod, causing him to laugh. “You?”

“Better now,” he gives you a wink and a once over, and it’s strange for you to have a guy seemingly interested in you. But you’re not gonna lie, it’s a nice feeling.

“Ah,” you pause, “you excited for prom?” Really? That’s you making small talk?! You internally facepalm at how awkward you are around guys.

“It’s funny you should ask, as I was just coming over here to see if you had a date to prom?”

“Me?” You question, slightly caught off guard. He nods and you shake your head, “ah, nope. No. No date to prom yet.”

“Well, what would you say to me taking you?”

“You?” You gape, now utterly caught off guard.

He laughs, “yeah, me.”

“Ah,” you pause, you’d secretly been hoping Steve would ask you, even just as a friend, as he’d yet to ask anyone and he’d made such a big deal out of you being his date for the winter formal. But with prom being 2 weeks away now, you were assuming if he was going to ask, that he’d ask soon. Hopefully.

“Can I get back to you on that?” You ask then kick yourself internally. How rude was that! You quickly add, “not that I wouldn’t like going with you, I just wasn’t really planning on going and ah,” you search for an excuse, “I don’t have a dress for it.” Horrible excuse. Do better. “Plus, I’d have to talk to my dad,” you pause. This isn’t going well. At all. “About going, I mean. Make sure he’s okay with it,” you say as you finally clamp your mouth shut. Wow, way to go, Y/N. Cause that wasn’t awkward as fuck. Damnit.

He just stares at you for a moment, then a smirk graces his lips, “that’s fine. Ask your dad and get back to me.”

“Yup. Will do.”

“Well, have a fun night, Y/N. I hope to hear from you soon,” he winks and then walks away. Leaving you standing there like a fish out of water. What the fuck just happened?! You shake your head and take a few giant gulps of your drink before topping it up and heading back to your friends.

“Where’d you run off to?” Nat questions, with a smirk on her face. You swear she can read body language like a damn spy. Though you’d bet you look like you’d just seen a freaking ghost.

“Ah, just went to get a drink,” you reply.

“Was that Brock we saw chatting with you?” Wanda asks.

“Just now?”

“No, Y/N, last week,” Hilde says sarcastically as she rolls her eyes, “yes, just now.”

“Ah, yup. Mhmm,” you hum, “he ah, he asked me to prom.”

“What?!” They all exclaim at the same time then glance around at each other, as if they all know something you don’t before turning back to you.

“What did you say back?!” Nat damn near yells.

“How did he ask?!” Wanda questions.

“Did you accept?!” Bucky says at the same time.

“Are you going with him?!” Hilde says directly after. Clint and Sam both don’t say a word, and instead they just gape at you, like you’d just told them superheroes were real.

“Jesus, guys. One at a time,” you shake your head. “I didn’t accept yet,” you pause. Shit, you can’t exactly tell them the reason behind why you didn’t accept. Sooo looks like you’re going to reuse excuses here. “I have to talk to my dad first. Plus I don’t even have a dress.”

“Do you want to go with him?” Sam asks after a moment, when no one else has even so much as uttered a word.

You shrug, “I duno, I don’t exactly have suitors lining up at my door. He will probably be the only person to ask me, and I guess going with him is better then going to prom alone. So yeah, maybe I do want to go with him.”

“But it’s Brock,” Bucky mumbles and receives an elbow to the side from Nat. They share a weird look between them and then Nat turns to you and smiles as she says, “well, if you want to go with him, then I say do it.”

You nod, “I’m going to get back to him later, ah, after I talk to my dad. Brock said that was fine.”

Everyone nods, but mostly all stay quiet. It’s fucking awkward as hell, and for the first time since joining this group of friends, you feel utterly lost and completely left out. They all seem to know something you don’t and that bugs the hell out of you. “What am I missing?” You question them all as you glance between them.

“Nothing,” they all say in unison, again.

“I’m gonna go make another drink,” Bucky says abruptly, which causes you to narrow your eyes at him. Like you didn’t know what that action meant. Shit, you’d just pulled the same move on them not even 20 minutes ago. He was hiding something. Now you knew it for sure.

“I’ll join you,” Nat adds, Hilde and Sam nod that they will as well, and then they all head off towards the kitchen. Leaving you even more confused, and skeptical that it isn’t just ‘nothing’ like they all claimed.

You turn to Wanda and Clint, with a ‘the fuck was that?’ look and they both just shrug. You can’t shake this weird gut feeling, and it puts you on edge.

You glance around the room and finally catch a glimpse of Steve, and instantly you start to feel a little better.

That is, until you then notice Madi directly beside him. They were standing side by side, and Madi keeps putting her hands all over Steve, and that was the final straw for you. Without a word you turned and headed for the front door, chugging the last of your drink as you go then placing your empty cup on a side table along the way.

Fuck this party, you just want to go home. So without even telling anyone, you leave. If they can all keep shit from you, then you can too. And by the time you made it out the front door you were pissed off, hurt and utterly over this stupid night. You ended up walking the whole way home as you needed the fresh air to help clear your head. It didn’t work, but it was worth a shot.

Once home, you got into PJ’s and checked your phone. You had a bunch of missed texts and calls from everyone, except Steve. All of them were basically just your friends wondering where you went. You texted Wanda saying you were fine and had just gone home, then texted Steve to wish him a happy birthday one last time, and to say goodnight. As was your thing. And even though you were upset at him, you couldn’t not. It was his birthday, after all.

You woke up the next morning to more messages from your friends, but still nothing from Steve. Which was odd as he always texted you to say goodnight. No matter what. Even if he was halfway around the world, or had only just dropped you off 20 minutes before, he’d still always text you. It wasn’t like him to not text. Nor was it like him to not thank someone for birthday wishes. He was always polite, sometimes to a ridiculous level. But to not even say anything back?! That wasn’t like him at all.

But you’d learn just how much he’d changed that night soon enough.

Present - July 2018.

“Shit, incoming,” Nat whispers loudly, pulling you back to the present. And you didn’t even need to turn to know what she meant by that.

You stand abruptly, “I’m gonna go get a drink.” Then you damn near run to the bar, in the hopes you could avoid an encounter with Brock and his gang of friends.

Once you reached the bar, and ordered a drink, you glance over your shoulder and see them still standing by your table talking to the girls. Looks like they hadn’t noticed you, or if they did, they hadn’t followed you, which is all you could have hoped for. Honestly.

The bartender puts the drink on the counter and you turn back to accept it. You decide to hang at the bar till they leave your table and head back to their own. Shouldn’t take long with Hilde there, she’d tell them to fuck off shortly.

You keep your back to them and sip your drink, glancing behind you every few minutes to see if they were gone yet.

“Long time no see,” you hear a nasty voice coo behind you. A voice that would forever be etched into your mind, no matter how hard you tried to forget it.

You cringe then turn around, “not long enough though.”

His eyes drag down then back up your body, until they reach yours and then he smirks that vile smirk you also remember, completely. “Oh, don’t be like that,” he takes a step closer to you, “especially not when you look this fucking good. Damn, Y/N, you grew up nicely.”

He places his hand on the bar beside you, effectively caging you in between him, the bar and a stool. Not really giving you an escape route, which triggers flashbacks of prom to begin running through your head, and then your blood runs cold. Causing a chill to rip down your spin and the hairs on the back of your neck to stand tall.

You attempt to push the stool back to gain some distance from him, but it only moves about an inch. Basically until it bumps in to the stool beside it and then refuses to go any further. Which doesn’t really give you anymore room to work with. “Can you back the fuck up.”

“You’re more feisty then I remember,” he leans in a bit to whisper, “I like em feisty.”

You freeze, completely lost for words and, and, and, the fucking nerve on this guy. How fucking dare he! You were just about to slap him—or something, you hadn’t quite figured that part out just yet—for his vile comments, when a growled voice behind him both startles you and calms you.

“I believe she asked you to step away from her.”

Steve. It was Steve.

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[teacupofdrpepper]

could I request about flash physically bullies penny and tony and flash's parents aren't really happy about it :D

Okay so, this is technically a chapter for this story https://archiveofourown.org/works/22155316 but I realized it could also be standalone so I decided to kill two birds with one stone!

Tw: Slut shaming, Physical Assault.

And I didn’t go over this well! Sorry for typos!

Not Starker.

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He didn’t fucking get Penny Parker.

She had gone through traumatic shit that made him shiver, she had watched her uncle die and had to listen as people in school talked about it for weeks.

And yet she was still kind, she was still sweet and she still smiled at him even when he kicked her into a locker and hurled lame insults at her like some third grader.

And then there was the ‘Stark Internship’

So yes, he really didn’t fucking get Penny Parker.

It drove him insane sometimes, she never brought up the supposed internship unless asked about, Hell Leeds has brought it up more than she ever has and it pisses him off and confuses him to the max.

If he had the internship (which he had admittedly tried to join before getting an alarmingly fast email back saying they don’t hire high schoolers) he would flaunt it and rub it in everyone’s damn face because he wanted them to know he was better than them.

And one day. After the frustration and confusion had been building for too long and to top it off his mother being an absolute bitch while his father fucked some model on a cruise ship somewhere.

He snapped.

And Penny Parker went home with bruises and fat tears that were for once, not by a criminal.

She cursed Thor when her aunt is out on a business trip and she can’t sneak back into the apartment to nurse her wounds.

They’ll only be there for an hour tops, doesn’t mean they won’t hurt.

“Jesus child. What happened to you?” Bucky says, the notepad and apple he held dropping to the couch. “You didn’t go out in the suit without telling Tony did you?”

His metal hand is cold but gentle against her purple wrist, he pulls down the hoodie for her face to be seen which is worse.

He curses under his breath again and brings her to a chair, grabbing the first aid kit out of the kitchen.

“This wasn’t a mugger was it squirt?” He asked dabbing at some of the open cuts.

“You don’t have to do that. They’ll heal soon.”

He grunts. “If they get infected it’ll take longer for them to close up, and quit deflecting, I grew up with Steve. Who did this?” Penny face flushes she ducks down but Buckys grip on her chin holds it up.

“Just… some boy from school.

“ a boy did this to you? What is this? Kiddie school? I thought boys didn’t pull in pigtails anymore.” Frustration flares in her. “Well obviously he didn’t just pull in my pigtails.”

Her shoulder hunch in as she mutters a shameful sorry. Bucky shrugs.

“You’ve had a rough day, no need to apologize. But you need to tell Stark..” Her head snaps up. “No! This is the first time it’s happened! And besides he just calls me lame names like.. Penis Parker.” Admitting it makes embarrassment flare up but she would rather admit to him than Mr. Stark. “And.. I could tell he was having a rough time too, it was a bad day for him and he decided to take it out on the first thing he saw.”

Bucky frowns, “but you’re not a thing squirt, and that doesn’t excuse his actions.”

The silence stretches between them before Bucky sighs.

“I’ll let it go just this once, but if I find he’s done it again you either tell Stadk or I will. Got it?” She nods, sliding off the counter to rush to her room.

“Got it! Thanks Mr. Barnes!”

He shakes his head, going back to his Apple. “Kids.”

It happens again.

And Flash feels so fucking good doing it.

But this time, his usual Penis Parker turns into cunt and slut, the bruise that had healed yesterday without trace of what had happened was back again, Flash’s boot come down on her stomach hard she yells out. But quickly shushed by Flash telling her to shut the fuck up whore.

“Y’know, I used to not believe you when you said you had the Stark Internship” he mimicked her, hands making quotation gestures.

“But now, I think it might be possible. After all those lips are pretty aren’t they? Bet Stark thought they looked good around his cock eh, she chokes back a sob. Not wanting him to have the pleasure of seeing her at her lowest.

“Thompson.” Comes a sharp call out, Flash whirls to see Mr. Harrington hurtling down the hallway.

“What the absolute fuck do you think you’re doing?!” And.. and that’s new. Mr. Harrington had always seemed sad, but nice and awkward but funny but never mad.

He reaches up and grabs him by the caller of his shirt, Flash flinches back like so many times before. Jones steps out from behind him.

“Ms. Jones, please take Ms. Parker to the school nurse.” Michelle nods easing Penny up as gently as she can, Mr. Harrington turns to look at him sharply. “You’re coming with me and I’m calling your mother and Ms. Parker guardian,you’ll be lucky if they don’t press charges.”

Flash hangs his head.

Karma is a bitch.

After the nurse dabs her cuts and gives her some pain relief pills that won’t work, MJ takes her to an empty classroom.

“I knew Flash was a Dick but I didn’t think he was a bastard.” MJ snarls pacing the room as Penny sits quietly.

“Is.. is this the first time?” No response.

“I’m gonna say no.”

“He did it yesterday too. But.. my healing covered it up before anyway saw.. except Mr. Barnes but you know me” she cracks a smile, “puppy dog eyes and I can get what I want.”

MJ’s smiles back, but it doesn’t last long the pinch of her eyebrows together overshadowed it.

“You could press charges. Me and Mr. Harrington both saw and could testify.”

“I can’t, flash has money. Me and may don’t have enough to win, or even go far.”

“But luckily, I do.”

Both girls whip around to see Mr. Stark learning against the door frame. MJ gives him a nod to which he returns.

“Mr. Stark! I-“ a hand in the air dismissed what she was to stutter out.

“How long were you standing there?” MJ asked curiously, Tony shrugged. “Believe it or not, when I don’t want to be seen it works like 99% of the time.”

He strides over to where Penny sits

“Honey. Two times? Two times you allowed this?”

“He.. he’s not.. this hasn’t happened before.”

MJ cuts in. “It doesn’t matter if this is only the second time it’s happened Penny, this isn’t an abusive couple situation where it’s harder to get out of this. This is a school bully that can get what he deserves. And the pattern doesn’t care what type of relationship it is, I watched my mom in it and I will not watch my friend.” She seethed, cautiously she opened her arms. Inviting her friend in for a hug.

She’s even more surprised when MJ falls in.

“I’m okay.”

Mr. Stark’s voice is nothing but symptomatic and truthful when he speaks.

“You won’t If this continues.”

To say that Flash Thompson is surprised when Tony Fucking Stark walks in the principals office is an understatement.

Principal Morita looks tired, to say the least.

His chest heaves high when he says “Mr. Stark, please take a seat.” MJ and Penny followed closely besides him.

“Now… our school has a strict bullying policy.”

“Bullshit.” MJ curses, Tony smirks. “I’m gonna have to agree with Lois lane. I hacked into your security feed, it looks like most of your teachers don’t give a shit.” You have to give Morita props for trying to stand his ground.

“That was illegal.”

“How would you like to be exploited for years worth of bullying? And oh, doesn’t one of- or. A couple at least have some kind of sexual assault charge on their record? Do you think that, if the parents of these generously funding folk knew they’re children, they’re daughters. Were around sex offenders they would still fund you? I have even funded a lot for this school seeing as I had respect for it.”

Morita stares at Tony Stark, looks at Jones leaning back into her seat with her chin raised and Parker’s black and blue face and knows he’s looking at a battle he can’t possibly win.

“We’ll wait until Thompson’s mother gets here. Then we’ll discuss what should be done.”

Yup, Flash thinks.

I’m so fucked.

Mrs. Thompson looks like a bitch, is Tony Stark’s first thought.

Her jaw is set tight, twitching every few seconds as Harrington, Penny, and Morita all explain what had happened.

“Oh.” Her voice is sickly sweet, the gentle hand on Thompson’s back makes him flinch which is something Tony does not miss.

“And.. how much will this all cost?”

Tony does a double take.

“Excuse me?”

“How much will this cost, this whole ordeal? 1K 10k?” She repeats her words.

“This won’t be costing anything other than proper repercussions, Mrs. Thompson.” Tony mimicked her tone, Mrs. Thompson’s smile falls into a curl of lips.

“We were.. discussing Thompson’s punishment, a month of suspension,” she looks like she’s about to argue before he stops her. “I talked them out of pressing charges. Be grateful.” She grunts falling back against her seat.

“And during that time he’ll have to write an apology, and go to the guidance counselor office.”

“Will That Be all? I would like to leave?” Is her response, anger barley resisting.

“You can go. I’ll see you next month Mr. Thompson.”

Morita turns back to Tony.

“You’ll Fire those with a criminal record that involves sex offensive and anything that goes past serious robbery and assault. And you will actually be stricter about this policy of yours? Understand?” Morita’s jaw twitches But he nods.

Stark tacks on- “I’m taking Lois Lane and Penny here out for ice cream. See ya, hopefully never.” And with that Tony Stark walks out the door and out of Moritas life hopefully forever.

The tension in his shoulders finally leak, he turned over to roger.

“Pay attention to that Parker, I don’t want hell unleashed on me the next time someone hurts her.”

Roger nods.

God help them if it did.

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[kayteewritessteve]

If Only You Knew - 6/19

Description: You arrive home one day to find a wedding invite for two of your best friends from high school. You knew this day was going to come eventually, but even with that said, you weren’t prepared to return home. At least not after 7 years of avoiding Buckhannon, West Virginia. Or rather, avoiding him; your ex-best friend and the secret love of your life. But maybe it was finally time to face your past, to face him, and everything else that happened on that horrible night. Who would have knew that your prom would end up being a total disaster, and the very last night you’d spend in Buckhannon for the next 7 years? you certainly didn’t. That’s for sure.

Catch up HERE.

Word Count: 3,530 ish.

Pairing: Modern!Steve Rogers x Reader.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Violence. Drinking. Bad and offensive jokes. Possible triggering thoughts, feelings and emotions. Moments of bullying and harsh name calling. Lots of curse words. And a very sloooow burn.

A/N: I sadly don’t own any of these characters. And no beta reader, so I do proudly own all the errors and this story, so there’s that.

July 2018 - Present.

The rest of Steves shift was relatively quiet, but nothing major ever really happened in Buckhannon. Steve dropped Bucky off at home, then headed home himself.

Once he got there, he parked his patrol car in the driveway and headed in. Going straight up to his room to change into sweats and a t-shirt, then went back downstairs to make himself some dinner.

People always wondered why he had become a cop, instead of taking over the family business with his eldest brother. But in all honesty, Steve never wanted to work for Howard, or with Tony. They were amazing as family members, but working with family was hard, and Steve knew that him and Tony would butt heads, and not see eye to eye often. That just wasn’t something he was interested in. Best to keep business out of their relationship.

Plus he had always wanted to do something that helped people. Something that actually made a difference. At first he wasn’t really sure what that meant exactly, that is, not until a few weeks after his prom night. Once the initial shock and anger of Y/N just up and leaving numbed a bit, he started to really think about that night. And how if he hadn’t stepped in when he did it could have ended a lot worse.

It was at that point that he started to really think about maybe becoming a cop, he did have the build for it. And it was a way he could help others, and maybe prevent other woman from being treated the way Y/N was that night. Other woman who may not have had a ‘fucking giant’ friend to step in and protect them. That thought alone sealed the deal for him.

He had told Bucky the next day, who instantly said he’d become one with him. Something about him refusing to let Steve ‘take all the glory’, and that ‘someone had to watch out for him when he stupidly put himself in harm's way’. Though they both knew it would most likely be Steve watching out for Buck. So a week later they both applied to the local police department, it took about a year before they actually got handed uniforms, a year of interviews, waiting around and training. But now they’ve been cops ever since.

Steve ate his dinner then went to relax on the couch for a while, zoning out on mindless tv for God knows how long.

Later that night he was laying in bed, his mind replaying the day. Or rather, replaying the first talk he’d shared with Y/N in 7 years. Was it his ideal way to see her after all this time? No. Was he thankful she had been the one driving that truck? Yes. Very.

His mind then focused in on his talk with Bucky. How he had mocked him for scaring all the guys away back in high school. But that didn’t bother Steve, he wasn’t ashamed of that at all, and if he was given the chance to redo his life, he’d scare them all away, again, in a heartbeat. Without so much as a second thought to it. And then his mind began to drift back to his high school days, and just how his—self appointed—job of ‘protecting’ her had all started….

October 2009 - 9 years ago.

It was just over a month since school had started and Steve found himself in the boys locker room, just after football practise had ended. He had just come out of the showers and was heading back to his locker to get dressed, when he overheard a couple of the guys talking.

He didn’t really pay much attention to what they were saying. That is until he heard one of them say Y/N’s name. He froze instantly and creeped closer to the guys, staying just out of view though. He recognized the three voices as Johann Schmidt, Brock Rumlow and Baron Von Strucker. The three last people on earth he’d ever wanted to hear saying her name.

Brock was a two faced womanizer and a sleazeball, Baron had serious anger management issues and was basically a ticking time bomb, and Johann, well he was the worst of them all. He was the leader of there little group of shit heads and Steve didn’t trust him as far as he could throw him. The guy was bad news, all around.

“Have either of you seen the ass on her?” Brock asked.

“No,” Baron answered, “Is it nice?”

“Nice?” Johann laughed. “Try fucking amazing.”

“Yeah. I’d gladly bite that thing any day of the fucking week,” Brock chuckled.

“Shit. I’ll have to check her out next time I see her,” Baron said.

“Nu uh, keep your eyes to yourself. That girl is gonna be mine. Mark my words boys. And I don’t want either of you fuckers even so much as gawking at her,” Johann warned.

“Fuck you, I saw her first,” Brock replied.

“Please, you couldn’t get Y/N off even if she was drunk. Let alone sober,” Johann laughed.

That was all Steve needed to hear. His blood started to boil and before he could stop himself he stormed around the corner, the three guys all froze and turned to look at him.

“What’s up, Cap?” Brock said nonchalantly.

But Steve just ignored him as he pushed passed the two guys to grab ahold of Johanns shirt, pushing him up against the lockers. And fucking hard. The force causing a loud metal slamming sound to echo through the locker room. Both Brock and Barons eyes widened, but they remained silent, frozen in place.

“What the fuck, Steve?” Johann spit out, “Get off of me!”

“If you ever so much as speak Y/N’s name again, I’ll knock your fucking teeth in. And if you ever fucking talk to her or even look at her, I’ll do a lot worse then knocking out a few teeth. Is that fucking clear?” He growled.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?”

“The one guy in school that could knock all three of you fuckheads out before you could even land your first punch. And I wouldn’t even break a damn sweat doing it.” He pulled Johann forward then slammed him back into the lockers. “Now, answer the fucking question. Is that clear?”

“Fuck you, Steve. You don’t own her, she can fuck whoever she wants.”

“Wrong fucking answer.” He pulled him away from the lockers again and slammed him even harder into them. This time causing the locker Johann was up against to cave in slightly.

“Get the fuck off me!” Johann yelled again.

“Not until you answer the fucking question. Y/N is off limits, is that fucking clear?”

“Fine. Fuck. Whatever,” he yelled. “She isn’t even close to hot enough for this bullshit.”

“Good, keep telling yourself that, it will make avoiding her that much easier,” Steve replied as he let go of Johann and took one step back. “Oh, but just to make sure you know the consequences of going near her,” he punched Johann hard in the stomach, causing him to instantly hunch forward in pain. “There’s a sneak peek for ya.”

He then turned to look at the other two fuckheads. “And this warning extends to the two of you as well. If either of you goes anywhere near her, you’ll have to deal with me,” he said as he shoved Johann, causing him to hit the floor. Still clutching his stomach and groaning.

Baron gulped and nodded, and Brock just glared at Steve but then nodded as well.

“Good talk, boys,” Steve said as he walked passed them, patting Brock on the head like a dog, as he did.

When he rounded the row of lockers he came face to face with Bucky. Clint and Sam standing slightly behind him.

“What’s going on, pal?” Bucky asked as he peered around the lockers to take in the two guys still damn near shitting their pants and Johann groaning in the fetal position on the floor.

“Just dealing with some shitheads,” Steve waved it off then stepped around Bucky. “You know, the usual,” he shrugged.

“The usual, huh?” Sam asked skeptically, as him and the others followed Steve back to his locker.

“Yup,” Steve replied, popping the p.

“You sure about that, punk?” Bucky questioned as they reached Steves locker.

Steve just glared at Bucky, as Clint looked between the three guys before frowning, “Okay, what am I missing here?”

Bucky shook his head, “Steve just staked his claim.”

“Buck..” Steve warned. As he pulled on a pair of boxers under his towel.

Clint’s brows knitted together, “A claim, on who?”

“Think about it for a second, and I’m sure you’ll be able to figure that one out,” Sam laughed, ignoring the death glare Steve shot him now.

Clint remained silent for way longer then a second, it was closer to a minute before his eyes widen. “No,” he said slowly, dragging out the word clearly in shock, “Really?!” He looked quickly between the guys again, “Are you two a thing now?!” He asked excitedly.

Steve groaned as he pulled on his jeans. “No, we aren’t. And I wasn’t ‘staking a claim’. I just refuse to allow those 3 fuckheads to go anywhere near her. She’s too good for them.”

“Bullshit,” Bucky said quickly, “I’m willing to bet it won’t be just ‘those 3 fuckheads’ you threaten to stay away from her.” He chuckled. “No, you’re gonna threaten the whole damn school before we even reach Christmas break. I’m calling it now.”

“Count me in on that bet,” Sam pointed to Bucky and laughed.

“What does it matter who I threaten?” Steve asked, as he pulled on his t-shirt. “I know all these fucks better then she does, she sees the good in everyone and I refuse to let that get her hurt, or worse—“

“End up in a relationship with someone other then you?” Bucky cut in. Causing the other two to laugh at his well timed quip.

“Fuck you, Barnes. That’s not what I was going to say,” he said as he put both shoes on and started to tie them up.

“No, maybe not, but it’s what you were thinking.” Bucky sighed deeply, “just fucking ask her out already, then you won’t have to go around threatening the whole damn school.”

“She is just a friend, Buck. Nothing more.” He shook his head, stood up, then headed for the door that led out of the locker room. Hearing Sam snort disbelievingly at his words.

“You are so full of shit your eyes are fucking brown!” Buck yelled at his back as he walked away.

“That’s funny, last I checked they were blue!” Steve yelled back, over his shoulder, as he exited the locker room. He made his way outside to where the girls always hung out, waiting for practise to be over.

He saw the four of them sitting in the grass laughing about something. He smiled at the sound of her adorable giggle as he got closer to them.

“Hey, you ready?” He asked as he lightly nudged her foot with his. He had been driving Y/N to and from school for about two weeks at this point. Because within the first 2 weeks of classes, Y/N had managed to not only almost hit him in the student parking lot, but she had also managed to almost hit a few other students as well. The final straw was when she nearly took out the Principle—while she was, no joke, standing on the sidewalk—in front of the school. Yeah. It was bad.

Principle Peggy Carter ended up having to call Y/N’s dad, and inform him that she was no longer allowed to drive on school property. So she’d either have to park away from the school, which wasn’t an option or bus to school every day, which was a shitty option. She’d vented to Steve about her crappy luck and he offered to drive her every day. At first she waved it off, almost like she thought he was joking. But then he told her he was being serious and she just stared at him for a moment before quietly accepting his offer.

So now 2 weeks later, he was still happily driving her to and from school every day. Somedays their agreement just involved her waiting around after class for him to finish practise, which she insisted numerous times that she didn’t mind waiting at all. Considering the three other girls hung around waiting on the boys as well. So it all worked out.

She turned to look up at him, putting a hand above her eyes to block out the sun. “Jesus christ, just when I thought you couldn’t look any taller,” she laughed.

“Yeah, yeah. I know, I’m fucking tall.” He chuckled and shook his head.

“Like insanely tall,” Wanda commented.

“Like ridiculously tall,” Hilde added.

“Like unnaturally tall,” Nat joined in.

“Are you, by chance, from Krypton?” She asked cautiously and then all four girls burst out laughing.

“If you’re insinuating that I’m superman, I’m not going to argue with that,” he shook his head then offered his hand out to help her up. “He was my hero growing up. So I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Good. Because that is what I was insinuating.” She took his hand and he pulled her up with ease. “And it was very much a compliment,” she nodded as she dusted the grass off her pants.

He smiled, then saw Nat giving him her signature ‘knowing’ look. He glared back at her as Y/N collected her books off the ground and put them in her bag. But being that it was Nat, she just glared right fucking back at him. This continued on until Y/N stood back up and turned to him, then he broke the glare off with Nat and looked down at her.

“I’m all set,” she smiled up at him as she pulled her book bag over her shoulder.

“Hang on,” he reached out and took her bag off her shoulder, then flung it over his own, “Now we’re all set.” He turned and headed towards the student parking lot.

She ran to catch up to him, “I can carry my own bag, you know?”

“I know,” he said as he continued walking.

“Okay. Slow down!” She laughed, “my shorter legs can’t keep up!”

He laughed then slowed his steps, “sorry, I forget just how short you are sometimes.”

“Hey!” She scolded, “I’m not that short!” She paused then smirked, “You’re just a fucking giant,” she burst out laughing.

He rolled his eyes, “Yeah, yeah. I know. I’m fucking tall.”

“Fucking built too,” she said quietly then instantly slapped a hand over her mouth.

He stopped walking and turned to face her. Her cheeks were bright red now. “What was that?” He questioned as he cupped a hand to his ear, pretending he needed her to speak up.

“Nothing,” she mumbled from behind her hand.

“I can’t hear you when you talk into your hand.” He laughed then gently grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand down from her mouth. “Now, what did you say?”

“Nothing.”

“No, before that?” He clarified.

“Ah,” she waved a hand dismissively, then lowered her head as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, “it doesn’t matter.”

He gently tilted her head up, using his fingers on her chin. When they finally locked eyes again he spoke, “everything you say matters, Y/N. Or at least it does to me.”

She stared up at him for a moment, everything in him telling him to kiss her. Right here. Right now. But he needed to make sure that’s what she wanted first. They had 2 weeks of carpooling under their belts now, having the chance to talk both to and from school.

At first their talks were about normal every day things, just learning about each other, but after about a week, they got more into the deeper topics. Most days when they’d get to Y/N’s house after school, they’d just sit in his jeep for another hour or two talking. Or occasionally playing 21 questions.

He had learned during one of those games of 21 questions that she had hinted to never having had a boyfriend before. Well, that ended the game right then and there, as he became super curious and just kept asking her question after question. Learning that she had, in fact, never had a boyfriend. Nor had she ever even kissed a guy, let alone anything else. Though, he just assumed that last part. He didn’t actually ask her as she got all awkward and nervous just admitting to having never kissed anyone. He was worried she’d damn near faint if he asked anything more about it. That or she’d feel uncomfortable with him, which is the last thing he ever wanted her to feel, especially around him.

He had only known this girl for a month, yet she had already managed to consume the majority of his waking thoughts. And that was nothing compared to his night time thoughts. No, those thoughts she took over entirely. Every one of his dreams had her in them. They were perfectly innocent, nothing untoward about them—Or at least, not yet they weren’t.

She cleared her throat and took a step back, then her hand flew out and she smacked his arm lightly. “Tag, you’re it!” she yelled over her shoulder as she laughed and ran towards the student parking lot.

Steve burst out laughing then started to run after her, “Oh! You’re so going to pay for that, Y/L/N!”

July 2018 - Present.

Steve tossed and turned a bit, trying to get comfortable but to no avail. He finally found a halfway decent position and started to pass out but then his phone pinged. He ignored it, figuring it was just Bucky.

Then it pinged again, and he ignored it, again.

When the third ping came in he groaned, “this better be fucking good, jerk,” he mumbled to himself as he reached over and grabbed his phone off the nightstand, seeing three texts from a number that wasn’t saved in his phone. Nor did he recognize it. He unlocked his phone and damn near fell out of bed.

‘Hey, how was the rest of your day? I hope it’s okay that I’m texting you?’

‘Haha. It would probably help if I told you who it was that was texting you!’

‘Y/N, it’s Y/N. If you hadn’t already clued in to that based off my complete inability to text like a normal fucking person.’

He chuckled and shook his head then another text came in. ‘OMG! I hope you aren’t sleeping, and here I am blowing up your phone, like an asshole!’

He quickly typed up a reply, attempting to put her out of her misery. ‘Hey you, my day was good. How was your first day back? And I kind of figured it was you based off the Boston area code lol.’

*ping* ‘I’m glad to hear that! And my day was okay, I got pulled over by some fucking giant of a cop. He was nice though, he didn’t take me to jail or give me a ticket! So score for that! And I should have known that’d be a dead giveaway lol.’

He laughed, ‘It’s so funny you should say that, because I pulled over some super short chick who ran a completely obvious stop sign today. In her defence though, she probably couldn’t see over the dash. But then she straight up asked if I could take her to jail instead of just taking the warning. Woman these days.’

*ping* ‘Okay, first off, rude. I can totally see over the dash. And secondly, it wasn’t a warning I was trying to get out of, it was a scolding. Big difference buddy.’

He laughed again, ‘Wait, it was you I pulled over today?! When did you get back into town?!’

*ping* ‘Ha ha. You’re still hilarious, I see. Do you work tomorrow?’

He stared at the question for a second, did she want to see him again? ‘And I still get told that all the time. But yeah, I do. Why do you ask?’

*ping* ‘Just wanting to see if it’d be safe for me to drive around tomorrow. But if you’re working then I’ll probably just stay home.’

He felt his eyelids getting heavy, and as much as he wanted to text her all night long, he also didn’t want to pass out on her mid conversation. So he reluctantly started typing, ‘Don’t run anymore stop signs and you won’t. But I should probably get some sleep. I’ll talk to you later Y/N.’

*ping* ‘Oh, okay. Goodnight, Steve.’

He smiled sleepily as he typed a message that used to be a regular daily occurrence for him ‘Goodnight, Y/N.’

Once he hit send he locked his phone and put it back on his nightstand. Sleep came surprising fast for him, but she always had a way of calming him. And clearly that was still the case.

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