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thatfanficstuff · 5 years

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Stupid - Steve McGarrett

Pairing: Steve McGarrett x Wife!Reader

Warnings: not really. Hospital I guess

A/N: This was a request from wattpad. Hope it’s okay.

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“You know Steve is going to kick our asses for being out here, don’t you?”

You glanced at Joe and gave him a smile. “I’d like to see him try.”

Joe snorted a laugh and the two of you fell back into your companionable silence. Steve, Danny and Chin were at some state event with the governor, some senators and who knows who else. Despite Steve pleading for you to accompany him, you’d managed to get out of it. You hated those types of things and your husband knew it. Of course, Steve hated them too, but he was head of 5-0. You were not.

You, Joe and Kono had been at headquarters when the call came in about a missing girl. At the time, it was unclear if she had been kidnapped or just wandered off somewhere. Kono was with the family and Joe came with you. You were a tracker. It’s what you did. Even when you were in the Airforce, you’d been the one they called when they needed to find someone. Until you knew for sure what you were dealing with, there was no point in calling Steve. He was on a different island entirely and by the time he got back, the situation might already be resolved.

Stopping suddenly, you crouched down in the weeds and examined the area around you. A tattered yellow blanket laid in the mud a short distance away. You left it in place. While all evidence pointed to the girl wandering off by herself, someone had met her here. You hoped it was a good Samaritan and that even now the girl was on her way back to her family. But good Samaritans didn’t tend to leave things behind.

You followed the tracks a little deeper into the weeds away from the road until your eyes fell on signs of a struggle. Shit. Returning to your full height, you found Joe a short distance away watching you. “I still think she walked off on her own, but someone grabbed her here. And they weren’t friendly about it. Get locals in here to take photographs and process her blanket.” You pointed in the direction of the worn fabric. “I’m going to keep following their path. You can catch up.”

Joe hesitated and you could tell he wanted to argue with you going off by yourself, but just like you, he knew time was of the essence. Finally, he nodded and you continued on your way, your eyes automatically picking out the trail as you went. Anything you thought imperative, you photographed with your phone, uncertain when you’d be able to come back to it.

You kept expecting the tracks to curve back toward a road, a car, civilization, something. But they just kept heading further away from any of that. At one point, the girl’s tracks disappeared as she was picked up and carried. You were surprised she made it as far as she did on foot honestly. She was only four and that was a long walk.

Eventually, you arrived at a rundown cabin. A thin wisp of smoke floated from the chimney. A glance at your phone showed no signal which didn’t surprise you in the least. You’d left the sat phone with Joe so he could make the calls he’d needed to make. As you drew your weapon and eased your way toward the house you gave a brief thought to your friend and wondered just how far behind you he was.

You stepped carefully through the weeds as you approached the little hovel. Peering through a dirty window, you made out the girl laying on a small bed near the fire. It was impossible to tell whether she was breathing or not and you sighed in relief when she turned over. So, she was alive at least.

A flash of movement reflected in the glass caught your attention. A sharp, heavy blow crashed down on your temple as you turned and your world went black.

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When you started to come to, you were surprised to feel crisp sheets under you and the heavy weight of an IV in your arm. You’d fully expected to find yourself still laying in the dirt and weeds. He must have hit you pretty damned hard, and the throbbing in your head confirmed it.

The room was quiet except for the gentle humming of the machines and you wouldn’t have been surprised to find yourself alone when your eyes finally fluttered open. Instead, your gaze immediately found the broad back of a man standing by the window. He had one hand hooked around the back of his neck as he stared out at the scenery.

The fact he wasn’t in the chair beside you spoke to his worry. Steve had always been a nervous fidgeter. “What’s a girl have to do to get an aspirin around here?” Your voice was low and a little rough but it caught his attention just fine.

He turned quickly and ran his eyes over you, grinning when he saw you were fully awake. He was back at your side in an instant and kissed your forehead before grabbing the chair to pull it forward. After sitting right beside you, he grabbed your hand in his, being careful not to pull on any of the equipment attached to you. “How you doing, sweetheart?”

“I’ve got a hell of headache. How are you?”

He gave you that sideways grin that still made your knees weak after two years of marriage. “Better now.”

“The girl?”

“She’s fine. The guy that found her claims he just wanted to help her. Needless to say, no one’s buying it, especially after he hit you. You spooked him showing up like you did and he took off. Joe tracked him down.”

You sighed in relief and closed your eyes. Even as dim as the lights in the room were, they still made your head hurt. The pain was worth it though if the distraction you caused had anything to do with that girl being all right.

“I need to ask you a question, Y/N,” Steve said. Something in his tone had you opening your eyes to look at him.

“Okay.”

He released his hold on your hand and pushed himself to his feet. “What the hell were you thinking?”

Your brows lifted in amusement as he paced away from the bed, hands moving through the air in agitation as he spoke. “Continuing to track him on your own was one thing, but then to approach the house without backup…Were you trying to get yourself killed?”

You said nothing. When Steve got like this, it was better to just let him get it out of his system.

“I mean, you have done some stupid things in your time, Y/N/N but this takes the cake.”

Okay, you knew he was upset, but you weren’t going to just let him call you stupid. “I don’t know, marrying you might have it beat.”

Steve spun to face you with a narrowed gaze and hands fisted on his hips. “Come again?”

“Well, you know, I was out there in that grass and I totally wasn’t thinking about that little girl and how scared she was or making sure she was okay. Instead I thought, God, marrying Steve was really stupid. Maybe I can get out of it by getting myself killed. Or at least if I get hit really hard I might get amnesia and forget about him.”

“Ha ha. Very funny, Mrs. McGarrett, but you’re stuck with me, as you well know.”

“Damn it.”

He looked at the floor though you could still see his lips twitching up into a smile.

“Better?” you asked and held out your hand so he could take it.

His fingers wrapped around yours and he sat back down. “You scared the shit out of me.”

“It’s just a knock to the head, Steve. I’ve had worse.”

He hummed in agreement and nodded. “I didn’t know that when Joe called to tell me what happened though. We’d just landed at the airport and all he could tell me was that they’d found the girl and you were alive but unconscious and on your way to the hospital.”

Not having a response to that, you simply squeezed his fingers as a reminder that you were still there.

“Why didn’t you call us?” he finally asked. “As soon as the case came in, you should have called.”

“All indications were that she had just wandered off. And might I remind you, that’s exactly what happened. She didn’t get picked up until later.”

He shook his head. “Missing kid is more important than sweet talking the politicians.”

You huffed a laugh. “Not if you want to keep getting away with the shit you get away with, McGarrett. I don’t particularly wish to have to visit my husband in prison. Besides you look horrible in orange.”

He laughed. “So that’s how it is, huh?”

“That’s how it is. Now, how about that aspirin?”

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hillywooddestiel · 5 years

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The Retreat Chapter 15

Characters: Bucky x reader, Wanda, Pietro

Warnings: angst, lil bit of fluff

Word count: 2.2k

Description: Y/N Y/L/N: determined business woman, sought after by most businesses, creative visionary for advertising. She has it all. Or so she thinks. Life has a way of kicking you sideways when you least expect it, want it or are in anyway prepared for it. Numerous times. How can Y/N remain from cracking under the pressure when her career isn’t the only thing on the line and everything isn’t all that it seems?

A/N: Hello again! Sorry I missed Thursday but I need to get back into the habit of posting. I am trying to work on my other series and one shots but it’s taking time. But anyway, this series is all written so I can post it freely, enjoy xx Marvel Masterlist Series Masterlist

Story:

“Thanks.” I mumble as Wanda opens her apartment to let me in. I have nothing with me, no bags to drop on the floor, so I just stand awkwardly in her little hallway in my bare feet. Her apartment is much smaller than mine but it’s not cramped: there are technicolour scatter cushions on every couch and I imagine on her bed too, fairy lights are wrapped around the curtain rails, there’s bright pieces of art on the bare brick walls and a soft looking burgundy rug covers most of the laminate flooring in the living area. I’ve been before, but only briefly to drop off papers and call in on sick days. It’s cute, I like it.

“So… do you want to talk about it. You seemed really spooked back there.” Wanda asks while heading into the kitchen to make tea. Opening up with Connie helped me before. What am I doing exactly, keeping it bottled up? Okay, it’s time I told somebody about this.

“Wanda, I need to tell you something.”

She listens to me very carefully. She stays quiet, except for gasping at some points and clasping her hand to her mouth at others, until the end of my story.

“How long? How long has this been happening?”

“Since last Thursday. And if… if all of this has happened so quickly then… what are they going to do next?” My voice cracks and I break down sobbing into Wanda’s shoulder, probably getting mascara all over her sweater.

“Hey, we’re not gonna let things get that bad. Have you called the police?” she lifts me away from her and holds out a tissue. I take it and blow my running nose.

“No! This person keeps following me wherever I go, they’ll know if I call the police and who knows what they’ll do!”

“Y/N, you have to tell the police. Whoever this is could be dangerous…” she has a point. But, if I call the police, Bucky will get brought into it and everyone will find out about us and the story will look bad for the company and I would get fired and the threats might get worse if I call the police and I would probably have to move to get away from it all but I won’t be able to afford it with no job and- “Y/N, calm down… you need to keep calm.” Wanda takes a hold of both my hands, breathing deeply to help me slow down my own.

“I can’t call the police, Wanda.”

“Okay, that’s okay. We don’t have to do anything about it yet…” she hands me another tissue and I take a shaky sip of tea, “… Can I ask though, what this is all about? Why would someone be threatening you?” Of course she would ask, she’s not stupid. She was never not going to ask questions. I have to tell her. She can keep a secret.

“When I told you that I was seeing someone, that wasn’t a lie. I just didn’t tell you the whole truth. Jimmy is actually… Mr Barnes.” I trail off so quiet I doubt she can even hear me.

“WHAT?!” She screeches. When I look back up she has a huge grin on her face.

“What? What’s so funny?”

“Nothing’s funny. It’s just… you and Barnes… that’s just so… so…”

“So?”

“So… Perfect!” She does a little clap.

“What?” I stop crying in pure shock- this is not the reaction I was expecting. I thought she’d be furious, telling me it’s reckless and stupid of me to be dating my boss. It is reckless and stupid. But here we are.

“You two! Two hard working business people finding love in the office, especially you two. You make a really cute couple.”

“All right, when you’re quite finished planning the wedding.” I stop her with heat rising from my cheeks. Cute? Me and Bucky?

“Have you told him about this? I would think with all of his money he can make this go away.”

“I am not getting him to pay them off. And no, I haven’t told him.” I admit rather sheepishly. We’re hardly even a couple so should I even tell him? Hey, I know we’ve not been on a proper date yet but could you just save me from a stalker please? Nope!

“Y/N/N you have to tell him. He’s involved in this!”

“Who’s involved in what?” The front door clicks open and Pietro comes strutting inside in full running gear. He’s absolutely ripped, who knew?

“This is nothing to do with you Pietro, move along.”

“Aw c’mon, tell me!”

“You know it’s getting late, we should be getting to bed.” Wanda stands up and goes to her bedroom, returning with blankets and a pillow.

“Wanda!” He looks to me with a pleading look. I shrug giving him an unknowing look back. I think one person knowing my secret is enough.

The aroma of freshly brewing coffee fills my head and I feel more awake already.

“Morning sleepyhead.”

“Mornin’”

“Sleep well?” Wanda brings me a steaming mug as I sit up. I doubt I got that much sleep what with everything going on. And not that her pyjamas and sofa aren’t comfortable but I would have preferred my own- maybe I’m a sleep snob. Right now however, I don’t think would feel safe in my own apartment let alone my own bed.

“Thank you. It should be me making you coffee.”

“It’s nothing, honestly. You can get lunch.”

“Deal.” I laugh, humming into the cup of dark liquid. We sip in silence for a moment, Pietro’s snores carrying through from his room.

“So, are you going to tell him?”

“I don’t know.” For once, I truly do not know what I’m going to do.

With each step I take into the office building, I feel the nerves grow in my chest and my head feel fuzzy. It’s like I’m facing all my biggest fears at once and my body is doing everything it can do to turn me back around. I’m really tempted to. No! I’m the one in control here. If I turn back, they win. At least Wanda’s clothes are comfortable. They don’t fit to me as much as my own ( sue me, I like a tailored jacket) but they look more presentable than what I was wearing before and I do like the smell of her fabric softener. She’s walking in step with me, ready to grab my hand if I try to run away or if I need the support. What would I do without her? The wait for the elevator is daunting but at least no one else gets in with us so we can talk in privacy.

“Do you need to stay at mine again tonight? Because you’re welcome to stay as long as you want.”

“I can’t ask you to give up your couch again Wanda.”

“Don’t be silly! If you’re not safe at your place then you need a place to stay and if you’re with me, I know you’re safe.”

“I need to figure this all out… I can’t keep living like this.” I sigh, the backs of my eyes stinging with tears. Oh god, don’t cry! We continue to go up and up, not stopping at any floors until 17 where lo and behold, Bucky is stood behind the opening doors. Perfect! Just perfect…

“Y/N…” He almost whispers, his eyes as wide as saucers. I have to motion to Wanda with my eyes and tilt my head rather obviously before he slips back into his serious business persona.

“Mr Barnes…” I nod: Wanda may know about us now but that doesn’t mean we can just drop our guard around her. Plus, he doesn’t know that she knows about us and I think that’s for the best for now.

“I was actually going to call you and ask to meet in my office.” I see Wanda failing to suppress a smile at this with her hand. Insert my internal eye roll here.

“Can I ask what it’s about?”

“It’s better we discuss it in private.” Seriously Wanda, you’re terrible at secret keeping.

“I’m not busy right now.” I offer calmly as he pushes the button for floor 25, the elevator doors sliding closed in front of us.

“Great.” Yeah… great…

I exit the elevator silently with Barnes, Wanda no doubt bursting into laughter the moment the doors closed. He strides off towards his office so I follow him in, my fear returning. I have to tell him. When he suddenly turns around, I bump into his chest and find myself encapsulated by his arms- well this is new. I’m not complaining though.

“I’m sorry for last night. It was a bit of a dick move.”

“What else could we have done? Steve would have found us out.” I reassure Bucky. I would do it all again if it would keep us a secret for a little while longer.

“Yeah, but would that have really been so bad?” He lowers himself to make eye contact without me having to crane my neck. Yes, that would be a bad thing! If people start to find out about us, they will be very judgemental and people will whisper around the office- it will be a living nightmare!

“I don’t want people to know yet Bucky!”

“Why not?”

“People can and will be horrible. I don’t want to be the topic of everyone’s lunchtime gossip.” I explain, looking down at my feet. Bucky tips my head up with two fingers and leaves a gentle kiss on my lips.

“Hey, I would never let people talk about my girl like that.” Bucky smiles. My girl. Hmm. I like that. The two little words send a feeling of calm spreading through my body, pushing away any and all thoughts of being afraid. How strange, “Oh, I almost forgot!” Bucky goes behind his desk to look for something.

“My purse!”

“I thought you might need it.”

“Thank you!” I pounce on my phone immediately. Messages- 0. Missed calls- 0. Emails- 13 but that’s to be expected. After everything that happened yesterday, I thought for sure that there would be something. I’m not relaxed, not by a long shot, but no messages does seem like a good sign that maybe this person really is done with me now. They’ve had their fun and now it’s time to move on. But then there’s my door. Is it wishful thinking to believe that I’m safe now? And do I tell Bucky? I need to do something about this before my hair starts falling out from the stress.

“So what do you say?” Wait what?

“Sorry, I was in my own bubble… What did you say?”

“I was asking you if you would like to be my date to the benefit on Saturday.” Umm… A date? In front of people?

“Oh… umm…” Why does my brain always decide to short circuit in these situations?

“We don’t have to tell people about us if you don’t want but I would like to take you with me. There’s no pressure.”

“Yes.”

“Really? That’s fantastic!” He jumps forwards and hugs me tightly. It’s like my answer came out automatically. I just can’t say no to him.

“How fancy should I dress?” I’m going to need to go shopping.

“It’s a very classy event so very. I’ll book you in at that boutique on 6th and you can pick something out.”

“Okay… Do we want to go all out and get you a matching tie?” I laugh- then people will know we’re a couple!

“Only if you want to doll.” What did I do to deserve him?

After much convincing, Wanda lets me go home to my own apartment at the end of the day. I take the stairs to prolong the wait until I see that awful red paint again and to give myself some time to prepare for it mentally. Just breathe, you can do this. I have surface cleaner and sponges inside the apartment and a toilet if I need to throw up. Oh god, there it is. Still there but oddly, not as terrifying. Right, let’s do this!

I scrub and scrub and scrub away at the door with hot soapy water, a sponge and some grease remover from the kitchen cupboard (it was all I had okay?) dressed in jogging pants and an old t-shirt. The paint is stubborn but eventually begins to run down the door in bubbly streams of red, pooling on the floor in a suspicious looking puddle that I will need to mop up. I feel refreshed doing this- like a weight has been lifted ever so slightly. Connie’s words come back into my head as I clean away the ‘U’. This person has done nothing physical to attack me, they just want me scared. It’s a mental attack. They won’t touch me. If I just ignore all of this and carry on past it, none of it will mean anything and they will be achieving nothing: I shouldn’t be letting words scare me. If this person wants a fight, they’re going to get one. And I’m going to win.

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