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winterironstony · 5 years

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Codependent

Chapter 1: The Beginning

Bzzt. Bzzt. Bzzt. Bzzt. Bzz-

A large hand cracks down onto the alarm, making the tiny table it’s resting on creak in discomfort.

Steve Rogers resists the urge to groan as he reluctantly tumbles out of bed.

It’s 6am. Time for his morning workout.

Brooklyn is sleepily getting ready for the day as Steve steps out of his apartment building for his morning. It’s freezing out but he barely notices. He’s been cold since the day he left the ice and today is no exception.

As Steve begins running his normal route, his mind wanders. Today marks six months since he was recovered from the Artic and yet he feels just as lost and lonely as he did the moment he woke up.

When he had made the decision to put the Valkyrie in the water, he had no intention of waking up. Imagine his surprise when not only did he wake up, but he woke up sixty years into the future.

Peggy is married. The commandoes are disbanded. Bucky is still dead.

Six months and Steve is losing it. SHIELD had him going into therapy three times a week and training every day but none of it helped. Everyone either treated him as a patient or as an icon. Peggy’s presence helped but she had a life to live, missions to overview and a family to return home to, as did the other agents he formed tentative friendships with. At the end of the day, Steve had his tiny Brooklyn apartment that did nothing more than remind him of the last time he had an apartment in Brooklyn.

And that memory didn’t do him any good.

Steve is pulled away from his thoughts as he suddenly recognizes the park he’s running through. He’s already halfway through his run. Shaking his head to clear the thoughts, Steve continues on, this time trying to concentrate on the sound of his feet hitting the pavement rather than the noisy pity party that’s been in his head for the past six months.

He needs to get his head in the right place if he’s going to pass the assessment he has later in the day. When he had been dragged out of the ice, SHEILD had made it clear that they thought he needed to make sure his mental health was in top shape before he could go on any kind of mission.

That didn’t make much sense to Steve. He didn’t want to sit in a room and talk to a stranger about all of his problems. He wants to go back to work and distract himself from this new world by punching Nazis—or whoever were the bad guys these days.

Steve’s sure if he passes this assessment they will finally let him back out onto the field. He doesn’t care what he has to do to trick these people into thinking he’s fine, he needs to get back out there—he needs to do something.

Determined, Steve begins his loop back towards his apartment.

4 hours later and the assessment is going well. Steve can tell by the smitten look on the doctor’s face that she truly believes in the fake smiles he’s giving her. Bucky always said he was a shit liar, but apparently sixty years can change a fella.

His therapist had already given him a glowing evaluation. Makes sense seeing as he had been lying to her since day one.

After a couple of hours of talking to doctor after doctor and even receiving a physical from one of the trainers, a new pair enters the room. Peggy, though much older, looks beautiful as ever as she enters the room alongside one of the senior SHIELD agents. Steve knew this one.

Coulson was Natasha and Clint’s handler. He had met the two a few times in the compound and liked them well enough. Both were relatively calm and collected around him and could even hold their own while sparring against him. If Steve were interested in making relationships in the new century, he probably would have turned to them.

Steve rises to give Peggy a hug and she laughs quietly in his ear, “Lovely to see you, Steve.”

“You too, Peg,” He says softly, trying not to let her see the sadness that always fills him when he sees her.

Peggy may be getting older, but Steve had spent enough time around her in this century to know she was as sharp as ever.

Coulson gives Steve a tight smile, nothing but professional.

“Captain.” He greets as he sits across from Steve.

“Agent.” Steve replies politely, eyeing the particularly large file Coulson has in his hands. “You two mind telling me what today’s been about?” He questions.

Peggy gives Coulson a look before she lets out a large sigh. Steve stiffens slightly, wondering if the assessment hadn’t gone as well as he had thought. “The past six months, I know, have been rough for you.” Peggy admits.

Damn it.

“But I assure you, it was all necessary before we could come to you with this. There is a very… sensitive topic I need to talk to you about and we had to make absolutely certain that you were stable before telling you.” She says decisively and Steve quirks an eyebrow.

“Okay…” Steve mumbles, completely confused and somewhat concerned what they could possibly have been withholding from him.

“You know that Howard Stark passed just a few months before you were found. And you know he was married. What we didn’t tell you is that Howard had a son.” Peggy says.

Steve flounders for a second. He wonders if his jaw is actually on the floor or if it just feels that way.

Peggy doesn’t give him time to respond, looking to the side as she continues. “I know that is a lot to take in, however there is a little bit more to the story than that.” She waits for Steve to collect himself and nod before she continues, “Howard was a very… interesting man, I’m sure you remember.”

Steve resists the urge to scoff.

“After you died Howard became extremely invested in finding you. In fact, it was a total obsession. Even in his will, he had funds allocated to keep searching for you until you were found, no matter if he were dead or alive.” Peggy says, “The reason I’m telling you this is because it seems his obsession went a little too far.”

Steve narrows his eyes, “What do you mean?”

“I told you Howard had a son. Well, when Howard and his wife died, we found some records hidden away in one of his labs. The records… well, they were more like reports. Experimental reports.” She grounds out, looking disgusted in a way that has Steve genuinely worried.

“Pegs, just tell me.” Steve says, exasperated.

Peggy pauses, eyes looking right through Steve. Steve can see tears pooling in her eyes and suddenly, Steve is actually, very very scared. “Steve he… what Howard did is despicable. But you can’t blame Anthony, alright? It’s not his fault.” She says, nearly quivering at this point.

“Anthony? Peggy, what are you saying?,” Steve begins to rise, nerves rattling all throughout his body but Coulson’s sturdy and even voice stops him.

“Captain, it seems that Howard Stark created Anthony through vitro fertilization in a lab. It seems that his obsession with you went so far that he used his own cells and your cells to create Anthony before using his wife Maria as a surrogate.” He says diplomatically.

Steve pales. His entire world flips upside-down before abruptly turning right-side up again. Nausea hits him like a bus and he barely stops himself from dry heaving.

He takes a moment until he’s sure he won’t vomit when he opens his mouth. “What?” His question comes out like a whisper. “My cells? To-to create-“ Steve cuts himself off, stomach rolling.

Peggy and Coulson say nothing to deter what thoughts are clearly running through his mind.

“So you’re saying…” he begins quietly. “You’re saying he’s mine? I have a kid?”

Neither Peggy nor Coulson answers for a moment, seemingly scared of his reaction. “Technically….” Coulson starts, but quickly corrects himself, “Biologically, yes. He’s your child.”

Silence fills the room once more.

Steve’s head thumps into his hands, mind racing a mile a minute.

Does he look like me? Does he sound like me or act like me? How old is he? Where is he? Who is he with right now? Is he happy? Is he—

“I want to see him.” Steve says. “I want to meet him, where is he?”

“You have to understand, Steve, we couldn’t tell you right when you were recovered. It wouldn’t have been right for Anthony or for you. We had to make sure you were in your right mind before we told you.” Peggy tries to explain as they walk down one of the pristine white hallways of SHIELD.

Steve waves her away, trying to ignore the way his hands are shaking. “I do understand, Peg.” Because he does. He can’t imagine what he would have done if they had told him this when he woke up. There’s no way he would have been able to cope with this kind of pressure.

But now… now Steve had some kind of terrible, scary, almost excited kind of nervous running through his veins. He had a million questions for Peggy and Coulson but they had assured him everything would be explained later.

Now, they were on their way to meet Anthony. His son.

Steve was a wreck.

He had no idea how to approach this situation. Would Anthony recognize him? Would he understand the situation at all? Peggy had told him that Anthony was approaching his third birthday.

Oh god, what do three-year-olds even do? Do they even talk??

Steve’s worry didn’t have long to fester because they were suddenly standing in front of a large white door. Coulson presses his thumb against a sensor next to the door and it opens wide. For once, Steve doesn’t have the interest to awe over modern technology. His eyes are focused on one tiny being in the center of the room.

He couldn’t be more than three feet tall. He had a full head of golden brown curly hair and olive skin and bright blue eyes.

Dear god, he has my eyes.

Before Steve can properly collapse, Peggy nudges him forward. “Hi Duckie, you remember when I told you I have someone very special for you to meet?” She says, voice changing slightly as she bends at the knee to look into the child’s eyes . Steve watches her, somewhat amused, somewhat sad, as he knows her familiarity with children is something that she definitely didn’t have during the war.

That kind of familiarity can only come from years and years of practice with children—her own children. Steve tries not to let the realization sting as he continues watching the child in front of Peggy.

The boy, Anthony, tilts his head up to what looks like an uncomfortable position just to take in the hulking mass that Steve must look like to him. He barely comes up to Steve’s knee. Despite the laughable height difference, Anthony looks absolutely enamored.

Steve smiles, crouching down so he’s a little closer to the toddler’s height. “Hey there, little man. My name’s Steve. You’re Anthony, right?” He asks, voice kind and soft.

The little boy’s face instantly splits into a delighted grin, rocking back onto his heels almost shyly as he giggles, “It’s Tony, silly!”

Steve can’t help the smile that overtakes his face then. He couldn’t imagine a cuter kid could ever exist, though he might be a little biased. “Tony, huh? I like that, think it suits you.” He says earnestly. “How old are you, Tony?”

“Almost three!” Tony cheers and though Steve did already know that he can’t help but steal a look at Peggy to convey his shock. Although Tony looks remarkably small for his age, his vocabulary and articulation are way more impressive than Steve had expected from a 2 and a half year old.

“No way.” Steve shakes his head as if he didn’t believe him, “You sound much smarter than any other three year old I’ve ever met.”

“Yes way!” Tony argues, smile growing on his face even as his cheeks redden in delight at the attention. “Jarvis says I’m a geen-yus.” He says, having a little bit of trouble with the last word as if it were new to him.

“I’ll bet you are. You know, Tony, I knew your dad a while back. He was a genius too. I bet you get that from him.” Steve says with a soft smile, unsure of how much Tony knew about the situation he was currently in.

“I know.” Tony says, nodding before leaning in closely, “Aunt Peg says that you’re Captain America.” He whispers this as if no one else in the room was allowed to know, eyes big as saucers.

Steve tries his best to hold back his amused smile. “I’ve known Peggy a long while and she hasn’t been wrong yet.” He concedes.

Tony’s eyes stay big, and he looks to Steve’s right as if looking to Peggy to ensure Steve was telling the truth. Peggy nods in agreement and suddenly Tony takes a step forward, closer to Steve. For a moment, the smile vanishes from Tony’s face and he looks contemplative. The toddler rests a tiny hand on Steve’s leg before extremely, seriously asking, “Do you want to color with me?”

Steve laughs lightly, “Of course, Tony, I’d love to.”

With that, Tony tugs on Steve’s jeans and the captain dutifully follows Tony further into the room towards a small rug where coloring books and crayons are scattered all around.

They spend the afternoon together, Tony rambling on and impressing Steve more and more with his conversational skills. Whoever Jarvis was really wasn’t kidding when they called Tony a genius.

“Steve?” Tony asks softly in the quiet of the room. Peggy and Coulson had left the room hours ago, leaving the two to bond in private.

Steve tilts his head, not having to move his eyes since he hasn’t been able to look away from Tony—his son—all day. “What’s up, buddy?”

“Do you…” Tony trails off, scrunching his nose in an all-too familiar way, “Do you think you will come over more?” He asks, huge blue eyes staring up into Steve’s pleadingly.

Oh god. Not the puppy dog eyes.

“Of course, Tony.” Steve reassures him quickly, “I’m sorry that I haven’t been around before today but… if you’d want, Tony, I’d love to see you a lot more often from now on.” He says genuinely. He isn’t sure what Peggy or the rest of SHIELD has planned for this situation, but he’s sure he wants to be a part of Tony’s life in any way possible.

Tony then launches himself at Steve and for the first time ever Steve is holding his son.

Suddenly, all the past months of not having a purpose, falling into the depression of not fitting in and feeling completely useless slip away. It doesn’t matter what terrible things he had to go through to get here because Tony.

Everything is suddenly worth it.

Tony may not have become his son in the most traditional of terms but that doesn’t mean Steve would love him any less. He had known about this kid’s existence for less than 24 hours and he already loved him unconditionally.

Steve holds the toddler close, blinking away the tears that came to his eyes. Tony feels so incredibly small in his arms, Steve’s almost afraid he’ll break him if he squeezes too hard.

“So sorry to be interrupting, Captain Rogers, but I believe it is about time for Young Sir to have dinner and get to bed.” A posh, British voice says behind him. Steve turns quick, Tony still in his arms, to reveal an older, gentle looking man in a crisp suit.

“Jarvis….” Tony groans, though there’s no real malice behind his whine.

Steve smiles, recognizing the name, and squeezes Tony one last time before placing him on the ground. “Hi, Steve Rogers.” He introduces, still tentatively keeping Tony slightly behind him.

“Edwin Jarvis, at your service, sir. I am quite good friends with Mrs. Carter, you see, so I am very aware of the… interesting circumstance you’re currently in.” The older man says discreetly, shaking Steve’s outstretched hand. “I was head Butler of Stark Manor and Anthony’s caretaker since he was born. The young sir has been under my care the past several months since the… incident.” He explains.

Steve nods, opening his mouth to respond when a familiar head of greying-auburn hair appears over Jarvis’ shoulder.

“Oh Edwin, it is so lovely to see you.” She chirps, pulling him into a hug. Coulson isn’t too far behind her, also reaching out to shake Jarvis’ hand.

As the three exchange pleasantries, Steve feels a tug on his pant leg. Blue eyes stare back up at him, half-closed and clearly tired as he raises his arms up towards Steve.

Steve’s heart melts for the thousandth time that day and crouches down one last time to hug Tony. Tony rests his head comfortably on Steve’s shoulder as he clambers into Steve’s all-encompassing hug. “I’ll miss you.” Tony says softly in the genuine, honest tone only children can have.

Steve shakes his head, “I’ll miss you more.” He promises, reluctantly pulling back and poking Tony on the nose softly. “But I’ll see you very soon. And I think it might be about time for little geniuses to get to bed.” He says playfully as Tony yawns into his shoulder.

He stands, handing Tony off to the emotional-looking Jarvis and the two go on their way, Tony waving sleepily over Jarvis’ retreating shoulder.

Steve sighs heavily, nearly collapsing into one of the plush chairs in the room. “Oh my god.” He whispers, resting his head on his head almost dreamily as he stares after the tiny ball of perfection that was Tony.

“He’s amazing, isn’t he?” Peggy says, jolting Steve out of his ultra calm state. Still, Steve nods readily.

“I can’t believe how perfect he is.” He agrees, moving his eyes to look up at Peggy and Agent Coulson. They both have soft smiles on their faces and finally, finally there is no pity in their eyes. “So. What is going on? You said you would tell me everything once I met him.”

Coulson and Peggy look at one another before looking back at Steve. “Everything you need to know is in this file.” Coulson says, tapping the same thick file he’s been holding all day. “Before I give it to you, though, we need to come up with a plan of action.” He says, sitting next to him.

“Plan of action?” Steve scrunches his nose.

Coulson nods, “Captain, in Howard’s will, you are listed as Anthony’s godfather. Ultimately, that makes you next in line to take custody of Anthony. Besides that, with the recent findings of Anthony’s true genealogy, you’re his biological father anyway so… what I’m trying to say is--you have options. It just depends on what you want.” The agent trails off, looking as if he’s gaging Steve’s attitude towards the situation.

Steve looks at his hands before looking up at both Peggy and Coulson. “I want to be as involved as possible.” Steve’s decision is resolute and there is absolutely no hesitation in his words. Even as he says it, there’s ice in his eyes, and he’s fully prepared to fight for his right to be a part of Tony’s life if he has to. To his surprise, when he looks at them, they are both still smiling.

“Steve, of course you do, you beautiful soul.” Peggy says, eyes still wet. “I think your plan of action should be to move in to the mansion with Anthony and Edwin. Of course if you want full custody, you’ll have it, but I think it best that you two settle in a little before any huge decisions are made, yes?”

Steve ignores the way his heart is hammering against his chest. “Yeah, yeah. That sounds like a good plan.” He agrees. Suddenly, a file appears in his lap and Coulson claps him on the shoulder.

“It was great seeing you, Captain. Hopefully we’ll see you back out on the field one day.” He says, and then he’s out the door before Steve can reply.

The field. Steve has to stop himself from the deranged giggle that almost leaves his mouth. This morning he had been so dead set on getting back out on the field. Little had he known he was going to find way greater purpose from this SHIELD meeting.

Peggy gives him one last hug, “I’m so proud.” She says, “Steve, I know we never got our chance…” Steve closes his eyes, not wanting her to see how the words affect him. “But Steve,” She stresses, making him open his eyes and stare into her eyes, “I think you may have just found your own chance.” She grins, and pats his face softly before making her way out of the room.

Steve thinks Peggy might be right.

(She always is).

Chapter 1 of Steve & Tony’s long long life adventure!! They’re my babies & I love them. Endgame destroyed me so here’s me giving my people the happy alternate universe they all deserve.

Follow me for updates or check it out on ao3! Also feel free to prompt me! I write any stony/winteriron/tony-centric fic!!!

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holmes-nii-chan · 5 years

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Zero no Tea Time - Capitolo 12 - Traduzione Testuale ITA!

In questo caso, appare l’agente dell’FBI Camel! E andrà al Poirot... Che reazione avrà Amuro...?

Grazie allo staffer in prova Alecast51 di DCFS per la traduzione!

Traduzioni: Alecast51 Check: Holmes-chan

TIME. 12 - Ecco Camel

C: Pronto, Jodie? SFX: *bip*

C: Parla Camel.

C: ...Capisco... C: Sì, nessun problema...

C: Farò qualcos'altro finché non arriverà l'ora del meeting...

C: Ci vediamo. SFX: *bip*

[Mi chiamo Andre Camel...] [Sono un agente dell'FBI...] [...Venuto in Giappone per dare la caccia all'Organizzazione degli Uomini in Nero...]

C: Un bar... C: Tempismo perfetto...

[L'odore fragrante dei chicchi di caffè schiacciati,] [Una piacevole musica di sottofondo,] [Umidità e temperatura del locale rese confortevoli...]

SFX: *dling*

[Mobili un po' vecchi, ma...] [Comunque ben tenuti.] [È perfetto...]

[A primo acchito, questo piccolo bar...] [È quello giusto.]

A: Benvenuto... A: E’ arrivato in macchina? C: Si, ho parcheggiato vicino...

C: ...al... C: Eeeeh?!

A: Il suo ordine...?

C: P... C: Perché...?

A: Il suo ordine, prego...

C: Ah! C: Sto scegliendo! SFX: *flip flip*

[Perché quest'uomo...?]

[Andre Camel...] [Sta provando un gran senso di colpa.]

A: Se non intende ordinare nulla, A: Perché non se ne va...?

A: ...via dal Café Poirot?

C: Ah... C: Ahm... C: U- C: Un caffè americano!!

A: Capisco...

C: C'è... C: Qualche problema? A: Per favore, aspetti un momento...

C: !

C: Che caffè delizioso! C: Molto ricco, e allo stesso tempo non troppo aspro. A: Grazie...

C: Quando sono arrivato qui sono rimasto sorpreso... C: Del fatto che un cosiddetto caffè normale leggermente tostato... C: In Giappone si è chiamato col nome specifico di "Caffè Americano"...

C: È come se lo chiamassero così per imitare il nostro modo americano di bere caffè...

A: Sembra che si sia informato per bene... A: FBI...

C: Forse dovrei ordinare anche qualcosa da mangiare... C: Pasta al forno, per piacere... A: Però ci vorrà un po' di tempo per prepararla...

C: Quanto ci vorrà per...?

C: I piatti che possono essere serviti immediatamente sono... A: D’accordo...

A: Se insiste...

SFX: *gnam*

C: Anche questa pietanza è molto deliziosa! C: Questi semplici ingredienti sono squisitamente in armonia con la salsa...

C: Maionese con un forte aceto e... C: ...un ingrediente segreto? A: Cosa è successo a quella donna con cui sta di solito?

C: Chissà... SFX: *munch munch* A: Sta lavorando su un'altra questione? A: Non sarebbe meglio se si sbrigasse ad andare ad incontrarla?

C: Non sono affari che le riguardano. SFX: *sbam*

A: Che vita invidiabile... A: Non so se stia facendo un viaggio turistico o cosa, ma... A: Bere un caffè a quest'ora del giorno... A: Voi occidentali siete così spensierati, sono piuttosto invidioso... A: È come se metà delle vostre vite fossero dedicate all'ora del tè. SFX: *tutum tutum tutum*

SFX: *bzz bzz* [Un messaggio da parte Jodie...]

C: Va bene, va bene, ho capito! C: Me ne vado subito!

C: È stato un pasto delizioso. A: Grazie...

[Il miglior posto...] [Il cibo più buono ed il miglior caffè...] [Eppure, il peggior cameriere...]

SFX: *dling*

C: ?!? SFX: *bla bla bla* *step step*

[Come mai questa folla?] [Non era qui quando sono arrivato!]

[CARTELLO: Blocco delle strade per il Festival dei fuochi d'artificio] C: ! SFX: *frup*

[Festival dei fuochi d'artificio?!] [Un blocco stradale?!] [Devo sbrigarmi!] SFX: *tap tap*

SFX: *beep beep* *bla bla bla*

C: Mi scusi! C: Permesso... SFX: *bla bla*

C: Fiùùù... C: Per un soffio!

[Se avessi continuato a spendere il mio tempo senza fretta non sarei stato in grado di uscire da quel traffico...]

[Può darsi che...] [...Avesse previsto che sarebbe andata così...?]

C: Beh... C: Poco importa. SFX: *vroooom*

[Tralasciando tutto il resto...] [Sembra che io debba ringraziare...]

SFX: *boom* [...quell'uomo,]

[Amuro Tooru...] C: Però a pensarci ha detto che metà della mia vita è dedicata all'ora del tè... SFX: *boom boom*

Anche per questo capitolo è tutto. Aspettate con impazienza la traduzione del tredicesimo, che arriverà a breve!

#zero no tea time #arai takahiro #aoyama gosho #spin off #detective conan #meitantei conan #andre camel

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thekrazykeke · 6 years

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Title: Mad, Mad World

Fandom(s): Black Panther, MCU

Relationship(s): Sam Wilson & reader. T’Challa x reader.

Summary: Sometimes when you’re in a dark place, you think you’ve been buried, but truthfully, you’ve only been planted.

Warning(s): Captain America Civil War spoilers, angst

Now that I’ve gotten a taste of soulmate au’s, I’m hooked tbh. This story was inspired by what my Dimples, @lovelylittlekittn, told me about her day and also, this post. The Ryan Destiny gifs come from @kbunburyhelps like usual, seriously, check out her blog.

Naturally, if you like what you’ve read, give it a like or reblog.

Without further ado, let’s goooo!

Bzz-bzz-bzz!

You desperately wanted to ignore your cellphone, which had not stopped it’s incessant buzzing but as a light sleeper and someone who’d been suffering from insomnia for the past few days, that’s impossible. Grumbling heatedly underneath your breath, blindly reaching out for the device with your left hand, eyes still partially closed as you’re so tired...

The cellphone is knocked off the bedside dresser and lands on the plush carpet.

Letting out a frustrated huff, you lean over the side of the comfortable bed to snag the device, which much to your irritation, still hadn’t stopped buzzing. Ripping off the eye mask, you quickly entered the numerical code to the phone and answered the call.

“Hello!?”

You listened to the person on the other end, tone shifting from aggressive and angry to something more...polite. “Sir, it’s...No, I haven’t watched the news recently.” Rolling your eyes, you paused, listening to what’s said next, lips pursed. “...I see. No. It’s not an inconvenience at all, sir. I’ll be there. See you soon, sir.” Pressing the ‘End Call’ button, you lean back against the pillows, touching the silk black bonnet on your head, thankfully it hadn’t come off while you were dozing. “I better see a nice, fat bonus on that next check or a raise or somethin’. Tryna work a bitch like a modern day slave and shit...” Throwing the covers and sheets off of your body, you swung your legs over the side. “Got me fucked up. Just fucked up! He knows good and damned well it’s my day off.” Still complaining bitterly, you toss the eye mask onto the bedside dresser before sluggishly half walking, half stumbling, towards the bathroom.

Once inside, you shiver as the chill that permeates the room washes over you. Goosebumps pepper your beautiful, brown skin as you quickly strip out of your night clothes and turn the knobs for the hot and cold water for a shower, then step inside. For a few seconds, you let the warm, borderline scalding, water, sluice over you, then began to quickly go about completing your daily hygienic routine.

After showering, brushing your teeth, and toweling dry, you re-enter the bedroom, towel wrapped around your waist as you opened the closet door. You’re on a timed schedule, so you shove aside the pre-planned weekend outfits for the more conventional and convenient work uniform; a pretty white blouse, black dress pants and comfortable dress shoes. Sighing near silently, you mentally wave farewell to those grand plans of yours. Placing the uniform over the back of a chair, you sit down on the bed again after grabbing some necessary items to complete the morning routine. Then when you’ve moisturized, put on some deodorant and slipped into the uniform, you run a hand down the front of your outfit, smoothing away any imaginary wrinkles.

‘Yaaas, I look amazing, as always.’ From the tips of your hair to the soles of your feet, you were that boss bitch and endeavored to show it off everyday of your life. Cellphone buzzing again, you rolled your eyes as you snagged your purse and car keys, closing the bedroom door on the way out.

Tapping the code to unlock the device, you absently admitted that while you loved your job, you weren’t going to hop, skip, and jump. The link that’d been sent to your phone gave details about the Winter Soldier having blown up a building in Vienna, several people had been injured, even more dead, among them being the late King of Wakanda, T’Chaka.

You picked up the pace.

“This is Y/N Wilson’s desk. Excellent at her job, she demands that same thoroughness of her subordinates. We probably wouldn’t have even caught actual footage of the Soldier without one of her people being on the late shift.” Ross stated, leaning against the mahogany desk.

“You’ve been singing her praises since we got here.” Sam pointed out, ignoring how Steve told him to relax wordlessly. “I’m just saying, the curiosity is killing me.”

“It’s the same for me, actually.” he paused. “Is Wilson here or not, Agent Ross?” Steve asked, trying to keep the accusing note out of his voice. The agent opened his mouth, about to bluster some more, when the door opened.

“Present and accounted for.”

Sam maintained his professional countenance but only just barely.

Steve wasn’t faring any better.

You ignored them both, merely swept your gaze to your boss, “Some files needed my signature, a few boxes with paper files needed updating to digital form as well. Apologies for my tardiness.” That had always been your go-to excuse and Ross rolled with it, nodding along, though you were sure you’d be reamed out later. Snapping your fingers together, you pointed at Steve, “Gotta admit, I love the way you work, big fella.”

A little crease formed as his brows furrowed. “Excuse me?”

“The way you and Barnes were just throwing the German Special Forces around like ragdolls. Whew! Jee-sus. Talk about strong. My favorite part is when Barnes picked up a cement block and threw it into the agent’s chest. I hear that poor shmuck’s still in surgery.”

Realization dawned on Sam’s face and he sighed, “Body cams.”

“Bucky was anxious. He didn’t mean...I didn’t mean...”

“To hurt anyone?” Brows raising, you smiled blandly. “Yes, I can understand that. You probably didn’t even think twice except for eliminating the threat to your other half.”

In every textbook, in all the tragic romances of all time, the love between Captain America and Sgt. Barnes continued to sell the most, besides Romeo and Juliet. Teachers loved to use their SoulBond as an example of what true love should look like. Personally you thought it was bullshit, but hey, what did you know?

“However, it’s a flimsy defense that will get torn to shreds in court, so I’d suggest getting a damn good lawyer and not doing anything else to escalate this shitty situation. Your reputation as the revered all American national hero grants you some leeway, Barnes doesn’t have that luxury. So just sit back and let us do our job. Do you understand?” Steve didn’t reply and you frown. “I said, do you understand?”

Sam spoke up. “Hey. Ease up, alright?”

You gave him the evil eye. “Don’t worry. You and I, we’ve got a lot to discuss too.” He grimaced and you glanced back at the silent super soldier. “I just want to ensure that we’re all on the same page.”

Steve nodded, fist propped underneath his chin. “We’re on the same page.”

Nodding sharply to Ross and Rogers, you crook your fingers, beckoning Sam to follow as you turn, opening the door to leave, “Let’s talk in private.”

Private turned out to be a small, empty conference room that doubled as storage space. You’d barely closed and locked the door before Sam was blowing up at you. “What the hell was up with that interrogation in there? The way you talked to Cap, like you didn’t even know him? Like I haven’t invited him to Ma’s for dinner with the rest of the family?”

“Let me see if I have this straight. You’re chastising me for doing my job?” You raised your eyebrows, mouth pulled into an unamused smile. “Boy, check yaself. Don’t make me get out of character up in here, Sammy.”

His shoulders raised defensively. “Don’t call me that stupid nickname!”

“I’m not going to cut corners for Steve because you’re friends with him. Hell, I refuse to cut corners with you and you’re,” Voice lowering, even though the door is closed and locked, “My brother.” Tone raising back to a normal level, you continue on to say, “As it is, the Avengers have fallen out of public favor ever since the Ultron debacle and what happened in Sokovia. Then what happened in Lagos?” You snorted derisively. “Let’s just say that y’all skatin’ on some very thin ice. Keep following after Steve and someone is gonna end up clipping your wings.”

Sam crossed his arms over his chest, his disapproving frown would have stung any other time, but you couldn’t, wouldn’t, be swayed. “So, from your tone, I can assume that you’re pro-Accords.”

“The Accords, yeah. The politics, not exactly. I also think that things should be made harder for villains, and...” Sam had turned away from you and was about to walk out the door. “Is you forreal right now? You ‘bout to walk out and we ain’t done talking?”

He glanced back at you briefly. “It’s better I walk away now before I say something hurtful.”

“Sammy...” he shook his head, half out the door. “Sam.” You made an aborted move to follow but the way he gently closed the door was telling. Sam wasn’t one for dramatic or explosive fits of anger.

He was a pro at silently expressed disappointment.

Sucking in a fortifying breath, you fanned your face, blinking back sudden tears. ‘This is your workplace, damn it. Get it together.’ Counting to thirty, you manage to mentally get yourself in check, or at least enough to fake it to your colleagues if necessary. Straightening your spine, you exit the conference room, taking a turn to the left, only to bump into someone. When you glance up, it’s...

“I am so sorry! Oh, your coffee. Sorry again.” You’d accidentally knocked his coffee out of his hand. “Let me get you another.”

He held his hands up in a ‘calm down’ gesture. “That is unnecessary. It is fine.” The son of the late Wakandan king, T’Challa, shrugged. “In truth, it was horrible and I was looking for the excuse to throw it away.”

You did a double take. “Wait, what?” He adopted a neutral expression. “What?” Feeling onto a hunch, you cautiously stated, “The coffee’s great here.”

“I imagine that sewer water would be far more appetizing.”

That startled a laugh out of you, even as realization slowly dawned. Pulse spiking with sudden anxiety, it’s hard to maintain eye contact now. Fingers brushed underneath your chin, encouraging you to look up and reluctantly, you obeyed.

“Please. Don’t look away from me.”

Everything is suddenly too much, too quickly, too intense. “I...I can’t do this.” You feel on the verge of a panic attack as you stumble away from the royal. Shaking your head, mumbling under your breath, you do the hardest thing you’ve ever done in your life.

You walk away from your soulmate. (He’s royalty! He’s minemineminemine. Oh God, this is so fucked up. Soulmates can’t lie to each other, which means--)

And he lets you.

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