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crazyunsexycool · 2 years

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Leave your lover

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader, OMC Jason x Reader

Word Count: 7.3K

Warnings: A bit of cursing, angst with a happy ending, idiots in love, sad Steve, mentions of pregnancy. That's about it if I missed something let me know.

A/N: I've been working on this for the past few weeks. It is by no means perfect but I was inspired by the Sam Smith song by the same name so enjoy. Not beta'd all mistakes are my own.

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Steve had hidden away in a stairwell, he had a small sketchbook and pencil he always brought to these things and he was currently distracting himself by drawing. He can hear your footsteps before you stop at the door and push it open.

“Hey Sunny.” He says without looking up.

“One of these days I’m going to catch you off guard.”

“Never.” He says with a smile.

“We’ll see about that.” You sigh. “Come on Cap, they’re ready for you.”

“Why do I still have to do these interviews?”

“I know you hate these things and I made sure to make them as short as possible but people love learning about the avengers. This is the last one I promise.” You move to open the door looking over your shoulder. You see him staring at his sketchbook. “Are you drawing your girl again?”

He nods. “Yeah, she’s the only one that keeps me sane.” He says as he gets up.

“When are you going to let me see those sketches?”

“They aren’t ready yet.” He says as he gets up and follows you out of the stairwell.

“These are the questions that I approved.” You give him a set of flash cards. “They should stick with them but you know what to do if they ask you something you aren’t comfortable answering. The reporter interviewing you is new, her name is Roxie Sanders.”

He nods as he goes through the cards.

The interview goes well, the reporter asking all the questions on the flash cards and Steve answers everyone of them with his Captain America charm.

“Just one more question, Captain.” The reporter looked hopeful and Steve, being a gentleman, gave a small nod.

“Rumor has it that you’re still single. Is that true, or has someone caught your eye? Do you have any plans to settle down with a future Mrs. America?” She asks.

“I-um.” He swallows thickly before his eyes flick from the reporter to you and back.

“Cut. We’re done here.” You say as the cameraman stops recording, you make your way to both of them. “Steve, you're good to go. This was the last interview of the day.”

“Y/N.” He calls out almost as a warning.

“Captain.” matching his tone.

He can see you’re furious and honestly he’s afraid you’ll make the reporter cry but he’d rather you not be mad at him so he gets up and leaves.

He’s out of the interview room immediately but stays close by. He can’t help the smile that graces his lips as he hears you get protective over him. You’re in there for a few minutes before he hears you telling the reporter that if she ever wants to work with the Avengers again she’ll stick to the approved questions.

His head tilts to the side when he hears the door open and shut as you walk towards him.

“Did you make her cry?”

“I didn’t make her cry. I’m just tired of going over this every single time. We have made it clear with the stations, magazines and newspaper that each member of the Avenger’s team has certain topics that you will not be answering. I get it’s their jobs but we have set limits and they need to respect that. She knew better.” You shrug as you both head towards the elevator.

“Ok tiger. Come on, let's get dinner. My treat.” Steve looks at you and smiles.

“Oh actually I can’t tonight. Rain check?”

“Sure. girls night with Nat and Pepper?”

“No, I actually have a date.” You smile up at him obviously excited. But his world might as well have stopped turning. You on a date.

“You ok there Cap?” You look up at him, slightly worried at the shift in his mood.

“Yeah,” he clears his throat. “I’m good.”

There’s silence while the elevator goes up towards the floor your offices are at.

“So a date. Do I know him?”

“No, he’s a friend of a friend.”

“Wait, do you know him?”

“We’ve been texting and Nat did a background check on him the minute I told her about it. He seems legit.” You step out of the elevator and head to your office which is right across from Steve’s.

“If you need anything, call me ok. And text me when you get home so I know you’re safe.”

“Of course. Thank you Stevie, have a good night.” You say as you grab your things and head out.

Steve stays in his office the rest of the evening, trying to keep himself busy and not think about the fact that you’re out with someone else. It doesn’t take long for Bucky to show up at the office looking for him.

“Hey Punk, what are you still doing here?” He asks as he turns to your office expecting your light to be on. Knowing that Steve usually stays if you’re still in too.

“I was just finishing up some reports and looking over some upcoming missions. Trying to plan ahead, you know.” He says without looking up.

“And it has nothing to do with the fact that Y/N is on a date?” Nat says as she appears by Bucky. She walks past him and sits in one of the chairs across from Steve.

“Oh for fucks sake. Steve, you said you were going to ask her out. What happened?”

“He choked like he always does.” Nat answers.

“That’s enough. She’s on one date; it's not like she’s going to marry him. For all you know the date could go horribly wrong.”

“Knowing Y/N he’ll propose by the end of the night. Shit I thought about it when I first met her.” Bucky says with a smirk.

“Me too.” Nat adds.

“Me three, what are we talking about?” Sam asks as he stands in the doorway with Bucky.

“Nothing.” Steve is already annoyed at two of his friends, knowing Sam will have something to add.

“Why are you here if the boss isn’t?” He points back at your office over his shoulder.

You started working with Steve and Nat after the battle of New York. It was a huge ordeal when the whole winter soldier fiasco happened but you handled it beautifully. So it made sense to Tony that you would take on Sam and Bucky when they joined. You were fiercely protective over them and if they were honest the 3 men were kind of afraid of you. They would do whatever you asked so they appropriately nicknamed you boss.

“She’s on a date and he’s upset because someone beat him to it.” Bucky fills Sam in on the situation.

“Damn that sucks. You said you were going to ask her out what happened?” He asks as he takes the other chair in his office.

“Can we change the subject? I’m not upset, she’s a grown woman and she can go out with whoever she wants.”

“Ok man, but it’s already late, why don’t we go do something.” Sam knows when to push and tease Steve but he also knows that you are a sensitive subject for him.

Reluctantly Steve gets up and follows his friends up to the shared living room. They try to distract him but it’s useless. His thoughts are filled with you. He didn’t know why he hadn’t asked you out, part of him was scared that you’d reject him and laugh in his face. To him you’re perfect and he doesn’t think he deserves even an ounce of your affection.

His phone vibrates in his pocket.

Y/N: I’m home! ☺️☺️

Steve: Good, sweet dreams Sunny.

Y/N: Good night Stevie. See you tomorrow.

“Alright I’m going to bed.” Steve suddenly announces.

“Good she’s home. Night Steve.” Bucky says followed by Nat and Sam.

Steve is restless the rest of the night. He can only hope that the date didn’t go well and he still has a chance.

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Steve was in his office earlier than usual, after a restless night he worked out and decided to start his work for the day. He was also anxiously awaiting your arrival with hopes that you would tell him how horrible the date was and then he could swoop in and show you how it was really done. But he wouldn’t be so lucky. He could hear you and Nat talking as you made your way through the hallway. You were happy and he knew then that it was the beginning of losing you.

“Good morning Stevie. I got this for you.” You hold up a coffee cup for him to see before setting it in front of him on the desk.

“Thanks Sunny but you didn’t have to do that.” He offers a small smile.

“I know but I felt bad about yesterday.”

“Don’t worry about it. So how did it go?” He couldn’t understand why he would torture himself like that and then he saw it. The way your eyes lit up and the blinding smile that he loved so much.

“It went really well. We might go out again this weekend.”

“That’s good.” He nods.

“Yeah, he was sweet. I really like him.”

“Well as long as he treats you right. But if he tries anything I’ll kick his ass.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” You chuckle. “I’ll see you later for that one meeting, ok.”

Steve just nods and stares down at his work. He wants nothing more than for you to be happy. He just wanted it to be him that did that, he wanted to be the reason for your smile. He wanted to know what it felt like to wake up and see you first thing in the morning and for you to be the last thing he saw when he went to sleep. Steve just wanted you to be the one he shared his life with.

Now he just feels like you’re slipping through his fingers.

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It’s been weeks since you went on that date with whatever his name was, Steve really didn’t care to learn his name. He was miserable, you were definitely happier and every time you spoke about him it was like you stepped on his already broken heart. But Steve being Steve he couldn’t just ask you to stop talking about your boyfriend, it would make you question him and he certainly couldn’t just tell you how head over heels in love he was with you. So he powered through it. The team was no help; they seemed to enjoy teasing him and pointing out how he missed his shot to be with you.

The few weeks turned into months and he knew that if he couldn’t have you he would rather be alone. It didn’t help that since you had started dating him you spent less time with Steve. Before you would grab drinks or dinner together after work. If you knew he’d been on a particularly difficult mission you’d show up to his apartment in the tower and just spend time with him. Not saying a word, just keeping him company until he was ready to talk. Even at the beginning when you had first met and he was having nightmares you had insisted that he called you if he couldn’t sleep. At first he felt guilty but you always assured him that it was ok and that you would always be there for him.

But that had been years ago and now you were walking around one of Tony’s parties introducing your boyfriend to the team. That was a first, you’d never brought a significant other to one of these even when he knew you were dating. He didn’t know what he hated more, the fact that the team kept sending him sympathetic glances and smiles or the fact that he was touching you. Steve hated seeing his hands on you. He stayed glued to the corner of the bar and once again he wished he could get drunk. Unfortunately Thor was off-world and couldn’t give him any Asguardian mead to help with this feeling of loss he’d had since you told him you were officially in a relationship.

Steve had managed to sneak out of the party and was at the elevator when he heard your voice.

“Steve, are you leaving already?” You asked as you got closer.

“Yeah. I’m tired from the mission and don’t really feel like celebrating.” He said as he turned to look at you.

“Oh, ok good night I guess.” You said with a hint of sadness in your voice. He quickly grabs your hand and pulls you closer.

“Is everything ok?”

“Yeah, I just wanted- you know what nevermind. You need to rest.”

“Sunny you can tell me anything.”

“I just wanted to introduce you to Jason. But it’s not important. I can introduce you some other time.” You smile as you turn but he again pulls you by your hand.

“No it’s ok if it’s important to you I’ll meet him.”

“Are you sure? You can say no.”

He shakes his head. “Lead the way.” He lets you pull him along and walk through the sea of people that always show up to these parties until you come to a stop where Nat and Bucky were talking to your boyfriend.

Nat was the first to look your way which made your boyfriend turn around. That gave Bucky the opportunity to roll his eyes, letting Steve know he didn’t like the guy. He stood right by you, as close as possible without making you uncomfortable which you never seemed to be. At all of these events the two of you seemed to gravitate towards each other. You never noticed and no one ever pointed it out, they were secretly hoping you and Steve would end up together.

“Baby, I’d like you to meet Steve. Steve, this is my boyfriend Jason.”

“What an honor to meet you, Captain.” Jason states as he stretches his hand out for Steve to shake.

“Good to meet you too.” Steve shakes his hand and grips a little bit too hard. There is a bit of awkward silence between the five of you even with the music and the chatter going on around.

“I’m gonna go get a new drink. Anyone want a refill?” You ask the group but they either lift their still filled glasses or give you a no.

“Steve, I'll bring you something.” You say as you start turning.

“Thanks Sunny.” He calls out.

“Sunny?” Jason asks as he looks between Steve and you.

“It’s a nickname, you know, like Sunshine. I just call her Sunny.”

“Isn’t it a bit inappropriate since you work together?” He was slightly irritated at the friendship it seemed but Steve couldn’t care less. He actually smiled a little now that he knew he could use his friendship with you to annoy Jason.

“We’re just friends, I call her babe sometimes. Is that a problem?” Nat adds, smirking at the man that’s giving her a pointed look.

“Yes it is. I don’t like other men getting that close to my girlfriend.”

“Feeling insecure about something?” Bucky

Jason opened his mouth to say something but you showed up before he could respond.

“Here you go Stevie.” You hand him his usual drink and turn to the group. “What did I miss?”

“Nothing, babe.” Nat says before a mischievous grin adorns her face.

“Some of the couches freed up, let's go.” Bucky points out and you all make your way to it as quickly as possible. You ended up seated between Steve and Jason, the latter keeping a hand on your knee as if he was claiming you. The three Avengers looked between one another silently agreeing that they didn’t really like Jason, but they would tolerate his presence if you were dating him.

Before they even realize it you excuse yourself and Jason for the evening which leaves Nat, Bucky and Steve alone before the rest of the team joins them.

“So,” Tony says, extending the ‘o’ for longer than necessary. “What are our thoughts on what’s his face?”

“He’s nice to look at but that's about it.” Maria says from her spot on the floor.

“I agree. He isn’t that interesting but he’s cute.”

“Pepper, why are you looking? I’m both cute and interesting. You don’t need anyone else.” Tony exclaims, causing the team to laugh at the exchange.

“He’s a jerk, and cocky. I don’t like him.” Clint adds

“So the consensus is that we don’t like him? Should we break them up? I think our Boss deserves better.”

”That’s enough. Sam, do you even hear what you’re saying? If she likes him, let her be happy.”

Bucky groans, “Of course you would be the one to not want them to break up you punk.”

“I want her to be happy more than anything. Is that so hard to understand? Drop the idea of trying to break them up. I’ve had enough of this night. I'm going to bed.” Steve excuses himself and heads out. Leaving the team looking at each other concerned for their friends. They had all agreed that the two of you were made for each other; they just couldn’t understand how you hadn’t seen it. It was so obvious it hurt to watch.

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You started to bring Jason around more, a fact that Steve found extremely annoying. Now not only did he have to hear about him but he had to see him if the team had a movie night or decided to go out to dinner.

It was at those times when he was walking behind the rest of the team through the restaurant, tracking your every movement and listening to how you called out for Jason. The way you held his hand or grabbed his arm that he truly regretted not telling you of his feelings. After one of these outings he found himself so close to telling you to leave Jason and give him a chance.

He almost confessed his love for you one night while you were both still working and you confronted him about him being distant. The look you gave him when you told him you missed him because of it. So when you brought Jason around to hang out with some of them he tried, just to make you happy. Steve started hanging out with you again. Until the day Jason showed up at your job, Steve had invited you to lunch so he was wrapping up a call and you had stepped out of your office for a moment. The knock at your office door is what made Steve lookup.

“She stepped out for a moment.” Steve says as he gets up from his desk and stands at the doorway.

“Do you know how long she’s going to be out?”

“Shouldn’t be long we were just going to head out to lunch.”

“Oh well I was going to surprise her with lunch today so.” Jason shrugged and waited for Steve to back out of his lunch with you and got irritated when he didn’t.

Instead he just hummed and crossed his arms as he leaned into the doorframe.

“Well I’m taking Y/N to lunch. I guess you’ll have to go some other time.”

“Or we can wait until she comes back and she can decide.”

“Listen, I’m not stupid.” Jason said as he walked toward Steve. “I know you have a thing for her and I don’t appreciate you getting in the way of our relationship.”

“I’m not getting in the way of anything, we are just friends.” Steve fires back. He could already hear you getting closer, thankful for his enhanced hearing.

“You better back off and leave her alone. I’m warning you right now I’m not going to allow whatever-“ Jason stops when he sees you rounding the corner.

“Jason? What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to surprise you.” He says as he brings you into a hug, looking right at Steve as he smirks. Earning a glare from the super soldier.

“What do you say we go out for lunch?”

“I can’t,” Steve, who had turned away from the show your boyfriend was putting on, smiled thinking you had chosen to go out with him instead. “I am being pulled into a meeting. It starts in 15. I just came by to get some documents from my office and tell Steve, since we had plans for lunch.”

“Maybe next time then.” Jason connects his lips to yours, a show of possessiveness you didn’t like and you cut it short.

“Steve you’ll be needed too, I’ll save you a seat. Bye babe.” You go into your office, grab some files and head down the hallway.

“Bye, Jason.” Steve says and heads the same way you did.

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Nat: Mission failed Steve and Bucky are in the hospital.

Y/N: How bad?

Nat: Worse than D.C.

When you read that your heart dropped and it must have shown because Jason was asking what was wrong but you couldn’t focus on him. You needed to see him. To make sure Steve would pull through. You had just gotten home from the restaurant and you excused yourself, knowing that Jason would get mad. There would be a fight in the near future about how you would always cancel plans in order to be with Steve but you couldn’t be bothered to think of Jason’s feelings when Steve was in a hospital bed unconscious. So you rushed to his side in the black dress and heels you had been wearing for your date.

Seeing him injured never got easier, you’re always worried that this will be the last time or that he won’t pull through and the thought of not having Steve in your life is the scariest thing you never want to face.

When you get to the hospital floor of the tower Nat is there waiting.

“Any news?”

“Bucky woke up but nothing on Steve yet.” Nat informs you, her expression neutral but you’ve known her long enough to know she’s scared to lose her friend. You walk over to her and give a hug.

“Go change, I'll stay here. I’ll let you know if anything changes.”

“Ok.” Nat heads towards the elevators and you sit waiting to see if you could be with Steve.

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Hours later Steve finally begins to wake up. He blinks a few times as he tries to remember what happened and take in his surroundings. After a quick scan of the room his eyes fall on you with your back to him and talking on the phone. He groans as he tries to sit up a little bit. You turn when you hear him.

“He just woke up, I’ll talk to you later.” you put the phone in the pocket of your hoodie as you make your way over to him and sit on the edge of the bed. “How are you feeling, do you want me to get the doctor for you?”

“No, I’ll be fine.” his voice hoarse from disuse. When he said that the tears that you had been holding back started to fall.

“I was so scared.”

“Hey, I’m ok. A few days and I won’t even have a scratch on me.”

“It’s been days and We didn’t know if you would wake up.” you say as you wring your hands. Steve places one of his over yours and gives you a little squeeze.

“I’m not going anywhere any time soon ok?” he reassures you with a smile.

“Ok.” You say as you move to hold his hand, the morning sun filtering through the windows hits your hand and Steve’s attention is captured by the flash of light reflected back to him.The last bit of hope he had to tell you how he felt is extinguished when he lifts your left hand to find a ring. You pull your hand back and hide it in the pocket of your hoodie.

You start to say something but a nurse walks in to complete the morning checks, when she sees that Steve is awake she gets the doctor. You excuse yourself to give him home privacy and to let the team know that he’s awake.

A few minutes later Nat, Sam and Bucky walk in to find Steve sitting at the edge of the bed staring out of the window, deep in thought.

“Steve?” Bucky takes a seat on the bed next to him, pulling him out of whatever he was thinking of.

“You ok?”

“She’s engaged.”

“What?” They say in unison.

“Y/N is engaged.”

“I think you might have hit your head harder than we thought man. Y/N hasn’t said anything.” Sam countered.

“I saw the ring, and when I did she hid her hand like she didn’t want me to see it.”

A silence settled amongst the four friends. There was nothing they could say to make the situation better but they could see his heart break. Bucky put his hand on Steve’s shoulder for a moment before getting up, excusing himself and walking out followed by Sam and Nat. They knew when he needed some time alone. Steve sat there, in the hospital room silently berating himself for screwing up what he thought was his second chance at happiness. Now it was too late, he made his choice at that moment to put some distance between you and himself. You were his best friend and at some point he would be happy for you but he couldn’t, not at this moment. He couldn’t torture himself by watching you love another man up close.

“Yeah… I will. Love you too. Ok, bye.” You hung up the phone. Looking over your shoulder when you heard footsteps. “Hey Nat, what’s up?” You asked as you stifled a yawn, anyone that looked at you could tell you were exhausted .

“Congratulations on your engagement.”

You brows knit together in confusion as you look at the redhead. “Wha- how did you know?”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“What was I supposed to do? Come in and say ‘hey I know Steve and Bucky are hurt but look I’m engaged?’”

“When did he ask?”

“The night of the mission.” You look down at your ring, you cared for Jason but after thinking you were going to lose Steve you doubted just for a moment if it was the right choice. You look back up at Nat you weren’t sure what you were expecting but the frown she was sporting wasn’t it.

“And you’re happy?”

“Yeah, I am.” You hesitated when you answered and she noticed. “Why?”

“We’re friends right?”

“Of course we are.”

“I don’t think he’s right for you.”

“What?” you stare at her wide eyed. Taken aback by her statement.

“Look, I should have said something sooner but I don’t think Jason is the one. He’s unpleasant to be around and honestly we just deal with him because he’s dating you.”

An uncomfortable silence falls between both of you. “I’m going to go home and get some things now that he’s up.” you inform her doing whatever you could to end this conversation.

“Ok.”

You knew Jason wasn’t everyone’s cup of tea but you didn’t think he was that bad. Maybe you still hadn’t seen his true colors because you knew Nat wouldn’t say something to hurt your relationship. This made you question if saying yes was the right thing.

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The following weeks were a blur. Steve did everything in his power to keep some distance, his friends insisted he tell you the truth but he was the one that sat across the hallway from your office. He could hear the excitement when you were talking to others about the wedding you had started to plan. Steve knew he couldn’t do that to you so he took on more missions and scheduled more time to train recruits. He also declined interviews so that he wouldn’t have to be around you. Again you had confronted him about it, the distance between you but this time he didn’t cave. Instead he explained it away saying he was just busy.

He also did the one thing he promised himself he wouldn’t do, let Tony set him up on a date. Several actually, but they never worked out. Steve tried, he was a gentleman and they were nice and attractive women but they weren’t you. No one would ever compare and he was slowly starting to come to terms with that maybe he just wasn’t meant to have a happily ever after.

“Are you ok?” He hears you behind him.

“Yeah I’m fine, why?” he asks as he continues to look out towards the city, his arms resting on the railing.

“Well I never thought I’d say this but Bucky is being more social than you are. You’ve been out here almost the whole time.”

“I’m just tired and there are a lot of people.” He shrugs slightly, his back still towards you.

“Come on Stevie, something is going on and we never keep things from each other.”

He lets his head drop for a moment before taking a deep breath and turns to you.

The worried expression that he had seen so many times over the years was etched on your face yet again because of him and it wasn’t fair to you that he was ruining your engagement party. Steve closes the gap and takes your hands in his.

“Does he make you happy?” The words escape his lips before he’s able to stop them.

“Yes.” You hesitate for just a moment as you see sadness and resignation reflect in Steve’s eyes.

“That’s all I want for you Y/N.”

“Steve-” you’re cut off by the door opening, the music loud and overwhelming, you’re barely able to hear what Jason is saying. Steve takes it as his chance to get away, it was a mistake to come here and he knows it. He walks right by Jason, not bothering to excuse himself as he pushes his way through the crowded venue.

“Is everything ok?” Jason asks as he gets closer to you.

“Yeah, he was just saying goodbye. He's been on a lot of missions so he’s tired.”

“Oh, well the presence of my fiancee is being requested back inside.” He kisses your cheek before taking your hand and leading you back inside.

The rest of the night is spent with friends and family celebrating you and Jason, but every now and then you scan the room trying to find Steve before you remember that he left. Now you look for Bucky.

“Here comes the bride.” he announces to Nat and Sam who had their back to you.

“Hey, have any of you heard from Steve?”

“He’s out on the balcony.” Sam says.

“No, he left a while ago.”

“Oh, well he’s probably just ups-”

“Just tired, he’s been on a lot of missions recently.” Nat cuts Bucky off.

“It’s what he told me but… He’s been acting weird lately, I’m just worried about him.”

“That mission a few weeks ago affected him more than he let on.” Sam tries to ease your worry.

“I guess. If you hear from him will you let me know? I just want to know he’s ok.”

“Will do boss.” Bucky says as you turn back to rejoin Jason.

“We have to do something. Look at her, she’s more worried about Steve during her own engagement party than she is about her fiance.”

“Steve had his chance to ask her out multiple times, it’s not fair to her to ruin her relationship.” Nat argues.

“Sam?” Bucky looks at him expecting to have someone on his side.

“Listen they are the definition of idiots in love but do you think they would be ok with us meddling in their non-relationship? I know Steve would be mad if we tried to break up her relationship with Jason.”

Bucky lets out a frustrated groan. “So are we just supposed to watch both of them be unhappy?”

“Just a little longer. I don’t think she’ll go through with the wedding and we have to be ready for when it happens.”

“What did you have in mind, Red?”

“I’ll tell you back at the tower. I’ll need your help.” Nat responds with a smirk.

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Between work and planning a wedding you lost track of time. Your schedule was a mixture of dress fittings and looking at venues, choosing flowers, making a guest list, sending out the invitations and the menu all in between handling four Avengers. And you did all of it alone, with Jason saying he didn’t have time for any of the wedding planning, he stepped back completely and let you deal with everything on your own. That had caused the arguments between the two of you and you had found yourself staying at the room in the tower Tony had given you instead of going to your shared home with Jason. You attributed these arguments to the stress of it all instead of him stepping back and making you deal with all of it.

Before you knew it your bachelorette party came and went and so did your rehearsal dinner. The night before the wedding the nerves took over. For the first time since saying yes, doubt was taking over your mind. Although everyone you loved would be there to support you, well almost everyone, there was something about Steve not attending the wedding that made you sad. You two were still friends but something had changed. He had changed. He would smile but his eyes didn’t light up like they used to and you missed that. Whenever there were team hang outs he wouldn’t really interact with anyone, instead he sat to the side. The only thing that was consistent was his missions. Steve would go on back to back missions until you would stop him and force him to take some time away.

The morning snuck up on you, there was a ball of nerves in the pit of your stomach but there was no time to dwell on the feeling since you had to leave immediately to the venue. Your mom and grandmother assured you that once you were on the altar staring at the love of your life those nerves would disappear. The issue was that instead of picturing Jason in his tux you instead thought of a certain blonde-haired blue-eyed super soldier.

Your hair was done, pulled up and away from your face. The make-up artist finished touching up the bridesmaids and your dress was being zipped up by your mom. All of the jewelry was on and your heels were sitting by the door. You had asked for a moment to yourself and everyone left the room, you looked out of the window in hopes to get a glimpse of the last minute guests that arrived. There was a small piece of you that wished you could see Steve, maybe if he was there you could be sure that you weren’t in fact in love with him but instead just missed your friend. But he wouldn’t be there, he told you as much. There was a soft knock on the door before it opened. You turned in time to see Nat walk in and close the door behind her.

“Hey, 5 minutes and we have to head down.”

“Ok, thanks Nat.” You smiled at your maid of honor.

“Do you have everything?”

“What?” you looked at her confused.

“Something old, something new… you know?”

“Oh well, I have the earrings which are old. My dress is something new. My heels are something blue and well, I don't know about something borrowed.”

“Good, I have just the thing for you.” She opens her bag and hands it over. Your eyes go wide.

“Nat…”

She smiles at you before lifting her hand to her ear. “Down in 5.”

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Steve sat on the couch of his apartment in the tower. The invitation to your wedding in his hand mocking him. It could have been his name on the invitation and by the end of the day you would have been his wife. Now he sat alone, wishing for the comfort that only you could give him. There would be things in his life that he would have to live with like not jumping after Bucky when he fell from the train, but losing you entirely was not something he wasn’t ready to face. It was enough that Steve had to work alongside you but to watch you plan the beginning of the rest of your life loving someone else was too much to handle.

After sitting there for most of the morning he decided that he couldn’t watch you marry someone that didn’t appreciate you the way you deserved. He got up from the couch, got dressed and headed out the door with the invitation in hand. Steve hoped it wasn’t too late and that he could at least tell you how he felt even if it made him look like a selfish ass for waiting so long. If there was a chance that you loved him the way he did you, he had to know.

Steve pressed the elevator button down multiple times as he waited. He took a deep breath as he heard the ding and the doors slid open. His eyes wide as he looked up seeing you standing there, the train to your wedding dress wrapped up in your hands. Steve was sure you had never looked more beautiful.

“I told you I would catch you off guard one day.” you said as you with a small smile but it was clear that you had been crying. You walk out of the elevator and stand in front of Steve.

“What are you doing here?” he asked but part of him was dreading the answer.

“Well you see there is a tradition for brides on wedding days. Something old, something new, something borrowed and something blue. The problem was that my something borrowed wasn’t really borrowed but stolen.” You let the train of your dress fall and in your hand you held the sketchbook he always had with him.

“Y/N I can-”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” you ask as you flip through the pages that held the sketches he had made of you. There were little notes on the edges of the pages, some had the dates, others things he wanted to say to you and so on.

“It was so easy to fall for you so easy it was scary. I mean you are kind, smart, selfless and you are so damn beautiful and I’m just me. I was afraid you would reject me and I don’t think I could handle that.”

You cupped his cheek, your thumb moving back and forth and he closed his eyes at the contact. “But that’s exactly why I fell for you, because you are just Steve.” His eyes snapped open full of love and relief. A look that was reflected back to him in your own eyes. His hands find their way to your waist and he pulls you closer to him.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“I wouldn’t have left my wedding if I wasn’t.” His lips meet yours in a soft and sweet kiss. Your hand moves from his cheek to his neck to deepen it while he pulls you flush against him. Years of lost time and affection are poured into it and it has you both reeling. You pull back once the need for air is more than you can handle and his lips chase yours. The act makes you giggle.

“I’ve missed you.”

“Me too, Sunny.” He gives you another quick kiss.

“We still have a lot to talk about, but first I need to get out of this dress. I’ll be right back.”

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Steve had gone back to his apartment and changed into something comfortable while he waited for you to come back up. He turned his attention towards the door when he heard it open, chuckling when he saw your Captain America t-shirt.

“Shut up, most of my clothes are back at the apartment.”

“Oh come on I’m not making fun of you. You just look cute in my t-shirt.” he grins at you and you can’t help but smile back.

“We should talk.”

“Yeah, let's sit. Do you want something to drink?”

“No, I'm good.” you say as you move around the couch and take a seat. Turning your body toward the spot Steve is going to sit at, your arm resting on the backrest. He mimics your sitting position and he intertwines his fingers with yours. “So…”

You spent the rest of the day talking. It started with you explaining how you got the sketchbook, Jason’s reaction to you calling off the wedding. He was angrier with the fact that you were choosing Steve than you not getting married at all. Steve tells you about the time he realized that he was in love with you.

“I’m sorry for not telling you that I loved you when I knew.”

“Me too. But I think that we need a little bit of time before we start dating.”

“I can wait a little longer.” he smiles at you.

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“One more question, Captain.” Roxie asks.

“Of course.”

“You recently got married and I want to start by saying congratulations on that.”

“Thank you.”

“I asked you a long time ago if you had any plans to settle down. Now that you have, are there any plans to start a family any time soon?”

Steve smiles at her. “We aren’t really sure, how about you ask in another few months.”

“I sure will. Thank you again Captain, it's always a pleasure.”

“Thank you, Roxie.”

“Cut.” Someone yells behind the camera. Steve stands and shakes hands with Roxie before walking around the equipment to find you typing away on your phone.

“Let’s get out of here Sunny.”

“Thank god I’m so tired.” you smile as you intertwine your fingers with his and head out of the interview rooms Tony set up in the tower and get into the elevator.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice what you said at the end there.”

“What?”

“To ask in another few months if we were going to start a family.”

“Well technically we are.” He says as he stands behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and letting his hands rest on your swollen belly concealed by the cardigan you had chosen to wear.

“She’s going to flip when she realizes you technically gave her an exclusive.”

“I had to make it up to her for that time you made her cry.”

“I did not make her cry.” you defend yourself while he laughs. The doors open and you walk hand in hand out of the elevator until you reach your shared apartment.

You both changed and settled on the couch, you lay with your back against his chest and your head on his shoulder as some random tv show plays. Since the moment you told him you were pregnant he loved laying like this just so that he could place his hand on your small bump, he said that this way he could wrap his arms around his whole world. It was these moments which always had you wondering about how your life would have turned out if you had stayed with Jason.

But you wouldn’t change anything about the last two years of your life because they had been the best. Once Steve actually asked you out you both realized how dumb it was to have waited so long. Loving and being loved by Steve was the easiest thing in the world considering you had been doing it since before you were aware that it was love.

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munariplans · 11 months

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Omg part 2 was so good i was reading it and i thought the reader was being better and then it all went downhill and now i hate them again 💀 theres a couple things that reader did so apologies if this is a bit long

First when Nat gets mad at reader for working all day and reader doesn’t understand why but “gives in” anyway um i think it’s obvious why shes mad they’ve gone on a trip AWAY FROM WORK to find themselves again and you spend the whole day in your study its not just the fact that reader pretty much ignored nat for that day but also because nat just didn’t want reader to overwork themself because she cares and the reader threw it all back into her face

Second when Nat wants mac and cheese and then again when reader gets takeaway for her once again the reader says the let her win but that annoyed the hell out of me because its very normal for someone who’s pregnant to not want certain foods and crave others if your partner is carrying a whole baby the least you can do is get them these cravings especially if you wife is natasha romanoff come on reader do better also nat probably feels guilty about craving unhealthy foods because i imagine its not something she indulges in too often and i feel like she feels even more guilty about it at times especially when reader makes a comment about it not being healthy because she feels like she’s failing the baby or that the baby isn’t getting what it needs and its her fault (just a fear that this is all a dream and its going to be taken from her)

The whole going out situation someone is insulting your wife and you let them???? Mind blowing because i would’ve beaten the hell out of him for that and how reader just listened to it and seemingly agreed angers me so much cos if they really think that then nat is better off without them also coming home 2 hours late i know reader is entitled to their own time and to have their own fun but don’t tell her you’ll be back for a certain time and be late cos its gonna make nat understandably panic for one with their jobs it’s entirely possible that reader could’ve been attacked or even something could happen to nat and the baby and maybe she just feels safer with reader around especially if its as hard to get contact with other people as reader experienced when they were working but yeah for these two reasons alone i think she was justified

Then the wanda thing first i know reader was just being honest by saying there were feelings but I don’t know if that was the right thing to do because it makes it harder on wanda and also probably still makes her think theres a chance especially cos the reader called her at the end and the fact reader says wanda is the only one that gets them got to me as well because reader doesn’t seem to open up on what they’re feeling but gets mad at everyone and bitter because no one knows and seemingly takes nats side when there doesn’t even have to be sides if they just open up

Anyway sorry this was long but heres my thoughts I honestly wanted reader and nat to work things out but now im not so sure because nat really deserves better so unless reader pulls it together I don’t think they should be with anyone

hahaha never apologise for your long analogies, i’m sure everyone (at least i do) adores it and it provides fresh perspectives and opinions on the story!

you’re always welcome to share your thoughts :-)

#natasha romanoff x reader #is there someone else

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stistilinskii · 11 months

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some yellow jackets characters as taylor swift songs (but they all turned out depressing):

jackie- the archer, just the way it’s so obvious that she cannot adapt to the wild as well as everyone else does and also how all her friends turned on her in the end.

shauna-right where you left me. i think this song could honestly apply to any of the surviving yj characters but specifically shauna and the way she’s moulded her life in the modern world to fit the life she thinks jackie wouldve lived.

i feel like it’s important to note though that shauna and jackie are the true embodiment of my tears ricochet and exile and i could go on about this for years.

misty- mirrorball!!! my girl is mirrorball through and through, she lives for people’s approval. AND ALSO MASTERMIND!! because she is scheming like a criminal constantly. OME MORE AGAIN SORRY!! but tolerate it!!! she is constantly helping others and not getting the attention she craves nor deserves.

taissa- this is me trying. LOOK, i know many people will disagree and i was going to put nat as this for well, obvious reasons, BUT i think in terms of taissa’s mental health issues and how hard she tries to cover them up yet still fails, i just personally think that this is her song.

taissa and shauna friendship is dorothea though idk what to tell you.

Nat- you’re on your own kid. i’m sorry this is just her especially in terms of her relationship not only with her family but also with travis. but also i could definitely see her also being evermore because that song just channels feelings of guilt.

lottie- !!mad woman!!! pretty obvious but especially “women like hunting witches too” because it was the girls in the surviving yj squad who sent her back to the psychiatric hospital😓 also out of the woods because i feel like it’s ironic as she never really left them. (none of them did but lottie arguably even more so).

van- it’s time to go. idk why but i just feel like it sums her up, specifically older van. van and taissa together though are 100% tis the damn season and the 1😪😪

laura lee- epiphany🙁 laura lee in general embodies happier early taylor swift albums like debut but if we are going sad then it has to be epiphany bc it’s just laura lee during her final moments except i don’t think she fully made sense of it before she died.

#yellowjackets #yj spoilers #shaunajackie #lottie matthews #natalie scatorccio #shauna shipman #taissa turner #taissa x van #misty yellowjackets #taylor’s version #taylor swift

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bitchyglitterfox · 2 years

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Marry Me - Clint Barton x F! Reader Normal Life AU!

This was a one-shot I posted 4 years ago on quotev so if this seems familiar that is why, haha. this is the song that inspired this one shot and the gif has no correlation, I just love Clint so much.

Warning: Friends to lovers, runaway bride, loads of Fluff, tony being tony, everyone is in their late 20s including Tony, I think everything is here

Word: 1.7k

Request: No

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This was it, today was the big day! I was getting married! Although, not to the man who I thought I was just staring at myself in the mirror imagining Clint being the one that I’m walking down the aisle, but instead it’s Mark Newman.

“Hey (Y/n) how you doing? Not getting cold feet heh” My best friend and Maid of Honor Wanda Maximoff says while having a hand on my shoulder. “I’m sure he’ll be here I mean, he is one of your best friends, and he knows you’ve been dreaming of this day since we were all kids. I mean look at you, you look stunning!” she continues looking me in the eyes through the mirror.

“Thanks, Wanda, I don’t know what I would do without you.” I say smiling gently. Only she knows how much I was and still am in love with Clint.

“Alright well, before I start tearing up due to the fact that my best friend is getting married and due to the fact of how beautiful she looks, I’m going to go and look for Pietro and make sure he doesn’t screw anything up and make sure Stark doesn’t get drunk yet.” She says with a wink as she nears the door.

I go and sit in the chair that is diagonal from the mirror and my mind goes right to the night back in high school when I thought Clint was gonna kiss me.

*Flash Back 10 years earlier*

“You gonna eat those fries?” I say reaching for the fries on Clint’s plate. It was tradition for our little band of misfits to go to this little diner down the street from the high school every Friday and after over to Tony’s house for movie night.

“No, here you go (Y/n/n)” Clint says sliding his plate over to me as I grab one dipping it into my (Flavor) Milkshake.

“That has to be the weirdest thing I’ve ever seen you do (y/n/n)” Loki snorts while finishing his burger. The rest of our group starts laughing along with him.

“Hey don’t knock it till you try it!” I say eating another milkshake-covered fry. I look around at our table glad I got to meet this amazing group of 12.

“Alright well, it’s getting time to go to my house for movie night so, whose turn is it to stay and pay?” He says while pulling out his share of the check.

“Uh that would be (Y/n)” Steve says while doing the same, putting down a ten-dollar bill.

“I’ll stay with (y/n/n) and give her a ride to your place Stark,” Clint says.

“Alright see you guys there!” Tony says while getting up.

Everyone puts their share of the meal on the table and head outside while Clint and I say seated as I continue to eat my fries and drink my shake.

“So….” Clint begins with a blush on his face.

“Fry?” I say looking up at him.

“No, um (y/n), there was actually something, I’ve wanted to do, I’ve wanted to do it for a while now.” He says scratching the back of his neck.

“What is it?” I say smiling at him a blush slowly making its way up to my cheeks.

“Uh just promise you won’t get mad ok?” he says.

“I promise” after I say that Clint closes his eyes and begins leaning in. The blush on my cheeks darkens as I lean into shutting my eyes when HONK. We both jumped apart from each other, looking out the window to see tony.

“Will you two hurry up! We want to watch the movie!” he yells.

We both look at each other, and hurry out of the booth and out to Clint’s car.

*End Of Flashback*

I get pulled out of my thoughts when there’s a knock at the door. “Come on in,” I say staring at the door.

“Hey (y/n)” the voice of the man I wished id be marrying says as he walks in.

“Clint” I breathe “I didn’t think you’d come, you never RSVP’d or got back to me about being in the wedding.”

“Yeah, about that. Honestly, I didn’t think I was gonna come either but Nat convinced me to.” He said while pulling up a chair from the other end of the room.

‘God, he sure does look good in a suit’ I say in my head.

“Well, I’m glad you came. It really means a lot that you came today.”

He smiles gently at me, that damned smile. It could light up an entire city block; it was the same smile that I fell in love with back when we were kids.

“You know, I actually thought it would be you up there at the end of the aisle, I hoped you’d be the one that I was marrying. I thought after that stunt you pulled during junior year in that diner would’ve been the start of my last relationship but you never even tried after that night.” I breathe out, already feeling the tears in my eyes.

“(Y/n) I-“he began but I cut him off.

“No Clint let me finish. I have loved you since the 9th grade and because you never grew the courage to finish what you started in that diner that day, I’m marrying someone today and he isn’t you! Wh-Why, Just Why is it ok for you to give me away to someone else!” the tears are coming down now. I’m sobbing so loud I don’t hear Clint get up, but I do hear when the door slams.

“Hey (Y/n/n), I heard the slam,” Wanda says while she comes in and hands me a tissue. “Here let’s get you all cleaned up.” She grabs a new tissue and begins gently whipping my eyes, trying not to ruin the makeup.

“He hates me and I messed everything up! I yelled at him! He’s never going to forgive me for that and I’m never going to get the chance to tell him I still love him” I say blowing my nose. I’ve always hated crying, when I cry I become a huge gross mess.

“He’s a big boy, he’ll get over it. Now it’s time for you to become Mrs. Barton, I mean Mrs. Newman.” She says trying to cover up her mistake.

“I heard that Wans,” I say giggling. I stand up and look at myself once again in the mirror.

“What can I say, I’ve always liked the thought of you two together,” she says shrugging her shoulders. She comes up from behind me and places the veil on me. I smile at her once again and grab my bouquet and head out the door into my new life.

When I get to the back of the church I’m surrounded by my group of friends since pre-k, everyone gets with their partner. The music starts playing and they all walk to the front of the Altar. My father links his arm through mine and we begin walking down the aisle. I smile at all the familiar faces sat down in this small church ready to watch my father give me away.

‘I can’t do this; I need Clint to be the one at the Altar waiting for me.’ I look around the church looking for him, hoping he gets up and interrupts it before I make the greatest mistake ever and end up regretting it for the rest of my life. My dad kissed my cheek and says he loves me as my soon-to-be husband grabs my hand and we are put in front of the priest.

“I can’t do this” I mumble while looking at my feet. “I can’t”

“What was that Love?” Mark asks me. Oh poor mark, he’s gonna hate me.

I lift my head “I can’t do this. I can’t marry you. I thought I could but I’m in love with someone else!” a few audible gasps can be heard throughout the church but only on his side.

I feel his hands go to my cheeks and he looks me in the eyes “I know, I’ve kind of always known. You need to go to him and tell him how you feel before it’s too late” Mark says while laying a kiss on my forehead. I smile at him.

“Wanda comes on I can’t drive in this thing you have to take me to the one place I know he’s always gone to when he’s upset!” I say while hiking up my dress and running down the aisle.

“Come on guys we have a relationship to save!” Wanda says while hot on my trail.

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One fifteen-minute drive later and I’m back in the diner that started it all. I see Clint in the back of the restaurant, his back facing the entrance.

“Excuse me, is this seat taken?” I say with a shy smile.

He looks up at me and shakes his head. I take a seat and we just sit there in awkward silence.

“I uh see you ordered a (Flavor) milkshake,” I say pointing to my favorite flavor shake.

“Yeah, I got it for you; I kind of hoped you show up.”

“Well, I did! Um, are you going to finish those fries” I ask.

He slides them over to me and we begin talking like old times sake, when it gets late he pays for the food and we walk out to his car.

“You know, this reminds me of the pilot episode of Friends.” He says with a laugh.

“Well, then why don’t we go to you-“and before I can finish my thoughts I realize his lips are on mine. When we pull back desperate for air, I continue “You don’t realize how long I’ve waited for that kiss, ten years is a long time.”

“I know, I’m sorry, “ he says while he puts his hands on the sides of my face “I Love you, and I haven’t stopped nor will I ever

“I love you too”

*TIME SKIP 1 year later*

“I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may now kiss your bride Mr. Barton,” the priest says.

Clint leans in and kisses my lips as my husband. When we pull away and walk back down the aisle I see Mark and his girlfriend and smile at them.

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ugh nat i need help. i totally cant get over swiftwyn, like ever since they broke up I’ve been more heartbroken ab it than I think they themselves are lol. Idk I think it’s just that they were such a perf couple and they seemed like such soulmates. like all the music she wrote for and with him, the way they looked so good together, and just the fact that they seemed so emotionally connected on so many levels. like they’re still my couple goals if I’m being honest lmao. idk I just can’t get myself to be happy over TK bc I’m missing swiftwyn. Like it’s literally just so sad. their relationship is literally my Roman Empire lmfao

honestly i think i need to separate myself from tay but like i love her music too much and it doesn’t help that i know the lore behind all of her songs. they were just the dream couple and i soooo wish they were still together

not to be one of those “love isn’t real” bitches but like that’s how I’ve gen been feeling for the past 6 months

idk i think it’s all the fact that I don’t know these people and will never receive closure because I’ll never know what happened. but idk it just hurts me on such a deep level for some reason lmao

pls help, even if you can provide any advice or closure would be appreciated like i feel crazy and don’t know what to do lmao

Okay SO I think you've analysed it very correctly - you're mourning something that existed in your head and it's difficult to get closure on something that's not yk real. For Taylor and Joe, breaking up was the result of falling out of love (which is normal but sad). For you, you're having to break up with Swiftwyn without ever falling out of love with them because, as you rightfully point out, you don't know them and weren't involved. You loved the concept (that's all other people's relationships can ever be if we're not somehow caught up in the middle of it). You don't have to stop loving the concept. It's not that different from idk The Doctor and Rose together or Meredith and McDreamy or idk that gay Supernatural ship.

So my advice is take a deep breath and allow yourself to still like them as a ship from when they're together. Them being broken up in 2023 doesn't mean you can't imagine 2016 them when Delicate comes on (if that's what pops into your head), same as you can picture Jake and Taylor when ATW plays and same as you can rewatch episodes of your favourite ships even when the couple later breaks up or idk the show ends.

Because we're operating with the concept, not with real life.

Now here's where it gets tricky though. We are liking concepts but dealing with real people - that's where liking celeb couples gets weird. So while it's perfectly okay to listen to Delicate and imagine the dive bar or look at the potato quality pap shots of them or whatever, what's not okay is harassing them or the recurrent "DAD COME BACK" jokes (which mostly stopped now that TK is around, which goes back to how this is concept not real life). Because like... they're real people who just got over each other and that's sad and I can't imagine dealing with my own issues and having strangers "mourning" it for me or telling me who I should date next. People are mad weird.

As for "love isn't real" - well, Hollywood love isn't really. The Notebook doesn't happen irl. I mean read this interview from Goldie about Kurt. Kurt and Goldie broke up/took separations in both 2000 and 2004. Then they realised that even though they pissed each other the fuck off, they're better off staying together, and here they still are now. One day, maybe they'll take another separation and stay apart after that. Who knows!?!?! NOT THEM. So certainly not us. Love is incredible and magical but it's also going to have ups and downs and require work and compromise and if the bad starts outweighing the good then it's time to find something else.

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just-dreaming-marvel · 2 years

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Sneak Peeks

I’ve been ignoring prepping for Parent Teacher Conferences and doing my homework and instead working on fics. Here are some sneak peeks of what I have been working on! Please tell me what you are excited for and what you think/hope to happen!

There’s a mix of Marvel and Star Wars on this post so take a peek!

I’M FROM BROOKLYN, TOO ~ 156

Y/N placed her hands on the sides of Tony’s face. She closed her eyes and focused on what she wanted to show Tony. Images of Y/N’s life with the real Tony—her Tony—flashed in both of their minds. When it ended with the creation of Westview, Tony gasped and pulled himself away from Y/N. She opened her eyes, still crying. Her eyes were filled with pain and grief. Tony had pulled himself out of her reach, trying to wrap is mind around it all.

“I… I died…” he whispered. “But I’m here…”

“I know, I know,” she cried. “I’m so sorry.”

“And AJ,” he paused, swallowing down a large lump of emotion growing in his throat. “He was never born…” Y/N could only nod in response. “So all this… it’s all a lie? An allusion?”

PART OF YOUR WORLD ~ 2

THIRTEEN YEARS LATER

“Come on, Y/N! You’re eighteen now. Surely your father can’t be too mad at you for going outside the palace boundaries,” Clint was annoyed.

“You know the rules, Clint,” you told your friend kindly. “I’m not allowed—“

“Past the fence,” he mocked. “It’s never too late to break the rule. Besides, how can the King even know?”

“Natasha, tell Clint that this is a bad idea. I would love to go to shipwreck cove, but I can’t.”

“Honestly, Y/N, I’m with Clint on this one,” Natasha admitted.

THE BOND BETWEEN US ~ 56

You were currently sound asleep in the safety of Obi-Wan’s arms. He was holding you close to him as he tried to study you the best you could. The years had been kinder to you appearance wise than they had him. But it didn’t necessarily matter because Obi-Wan knew he would love you no matter what you looked like. His beautiful little star. He was so lucky to have you, even if having you hasn’t been easy. The constant separation over and over again could have really strained the relationship—the bond—you both shared, but it only made you stronger and appreciate the precious time the two of you had together.

You let out a soft moan as you cuddled into Obi-Wan more, still clearly asleep. Obi-Wan smiled lightly before holding a kiss to your head. It was the still, quiet times like this that Obi-Wan loved the most. Where he could just hold you close and not have to worry about the craziness happening in the galaxy around you. Obi-Wan figured out that you were awake when he felt a light kiss tickle his bearded chin.

THE TRUTH ABOUT LOVE ~ 7

“Are you ever going to tell me who this guy is that you’re being so secretive about?” Natasha immediately asked as you entered the apartment after your small outing with Steve.

You jumped, your hand going over your heart as she startled you. “Gosh, Nat!” You exclaimed. “You scared me.”

“Well maybe if you stopped sneaking around, I wouldn’t have to.” Her arms were folded over her chest as her eyes narrowed at her. “You’ve been almost in a love-struck haze since you started work. Is the guy a coworker?”

“He’s not.”

“A customer?”

“You could say that.”

“You sure seem to be in love with him so quickly for such a short amount of time.”

“I’m—I’m not in love with him.” Natasha raised a brow at you, clear unbelieving. “I need to do a few things before I go to bed.” You headed toward your room. “Goodnight, Nat.”

“Night, Y/N. Sweet dreams!”

UNTITLED REQUESTED MODERN OBI-WAN ONE SHOT

You sighed as you stepped out of your car and tried not to slam it. It was a Monday, which meant the weekend was over and you had to go back to teaching. Not that you hated your job, it was just exhausting and could take a lot out of you. And lately, it had been.

“Good morning, Miss L/N.”

Your lips couldn’t help but form a small smile at the sound of your coworkers voice. It was rough, yet smooth somehow. You turned to face Obi-Wan, trying not to swoon at how attractive you found him. His short auburn hair with the matching well ground beard helped bring out his sparkling blue eyes.

“Good morning, Mr. Kenobi,” you replied.

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ivystitches · 2 years

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sometimes i remember how hyped i was for endgame and what a massive disappointment it was and it makes me want to strangle the russo brothers

#it was so bad that it wouldn’t cross the billion dollar or whatever mark by itself #even though it fully should have #being as anticipated as it was after infinity war #and they had to rerelease it with ‘bonus scenes’ to get it to cross the mark #no one could stop talking about how good infinity war was until endgame came out #we joke about how no one remembers the plot of the avatar movie and how it had no cultural impact #endgame was the same!!!!! infinity war absolutely knocked it out of the park and endgame made zero sense in terms of plot #and it was such a step down #that as soon as people watched it the hype was gone #fuck even the new spider-man had more people talking about it for longer than endgame did #steve getting a happy ending wasn’t stupid but the way he got it was just such a regression in his character #considering he was talking about helping people move on in the very same movie #the insult that was the woman team up scene #that was cringe af and not the moment that marvel thought it was #maybe they should’ve used that time to give the only original female avenger a fucking funeral #honestly i’m never not going to be mad about nat’s ending #tony’s ending was perfect i’m not gonna lie #and endgame!thor has my heart #but literally every other aspect of that movie was objectively horrible #forever going to be salty about nat and steve’s endings she should’ve had a funeral and he could’ve just settled down in the present #instead of completely erasing years of character development #are my feelings on this ever going to soften? well it’s been years since i’ve even interacted with the marvel community #and i’m still just as angry about it as i was when i watched the damn movie #so no i’m never getting over it #endgame #avengers endgame #mcu #tony stark #(my beloved)#natasha romanoff

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natsfirecat · 3 years

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summary: r gets hurt saving nat (who she’s in love with) and natasha wants nothing more than to get her back

based on these two requests:

1: If you still need Hurt and Comfort prompts, would you accept a scenario where Reader fell in a coma after a mission gone wrong, and the whole time she’s unconscious, Natasha doesn’t want to leave her side. She doesn’t sleep, barely eats, and constantly talking to reader thinking she can hear. Reader then wakes up after 3 months, and Natasha confesses her feelings for Reader.❤️‍🩹🥺

2: How bout Natasha x fem!Reader where Reader takes a bullet after saving her crush, Natasha, on a mission. Reader survives and brushes it off as “it’s my job” but Natasha doesn’t take the whole situation well, especially since she has feelings for reader too!I HOPE YOU FEEL BETTER! 😘😫❤️*have some tea 🍵 *

word count: 2.8k

genre: fluff and angst but fluff ending

warnings: swearing, gunshot, comatose, blood, medical knowledge that only comes from grey’s anatomy, catradora quote because i have no self control, lmk if i need to add any more!

A/N i combined these requests since they were kinda similar, i hope you don’t mind kind anons!

“She’s tachycardic! Push one of epi, STAT!”

“No, no,”

“Hang on, Y/N, I’m going to do everything in my power to help you. Just keep holding on, okay?”

“You’re gonna be okay, alright? You’re gonna be okay. You’re gonna pull through this,”

“Why would you do that? How could you be so stupid? Why did you do that?” She yelled.

“Just doing… my job…” You managed to get out.

Eventually the voices around you began to fade out as you succumbed to unconsciousness.

As you felt yourself slipping away, the only thing on your mind was the woman you loved; Natasha Romanoff.

~12 hours earlier~

“Are you ready to go home soon?” You asked.

“Kinda,” she replied honestly. “Don’t get me wrong, I love the team and all, but it is nice to get away sometimes,”

You shrugged,

“Yeah, I guess,”

She smiled, then walked closer to you, putting an arm around your shoulder.

“It is nice getting away with you, though,”

You grinned, feeling your cheeks heat up.

“I like getting away with you too, Nat,”

She smirked, squeezing your shoulder,

“Then it’s a good thing we still have a day left,”

You could feel your heart-rate increasing as your cheeks got even redder.

Her smirk turned into a soft smile before she pulled away and went to the bathroom to change.

You sighed, thinking about your hopeless crush on her. You had been an Avenger for three years, friends with Natasha for two, and in love with her for one.

You never imagined that you would fall for the Black Widow, but now you couldn’t imagine your life without her.

“So… there’s a mission Fury assigned me to,” she said, leaning back against the couch. “It’s in France, and he said it could last anywhere from a year or two,”

“What?” You sat straight up. “No! That’s too long!”

“I know. It’s a no-contact mission too,”

“That’s such bullshit. You can’t accept that mission, Natty,”

“He assigned me, Y/N, there’s nothing I can do unless someone else volunteers to take the mission instead,”

You stared at her, suddenly feeling very defeated.

“No…” you whispered as your eyes began to pool with tears.

You looked at Natasha, who held her tongue at the roof of her mouth so she wouldn’t cry. You leaned in and wrapped your arms around her tightly, letting out quiet sobs into her neck.

As she held you in her arms, the only thing running through her mind was that she had no idea how the hell she would survive being away from you for that long.

After two days of crying, and resisting the urge to scream at Fury, you heard a knock on your door.

“Come in!” You called. The door opened to reveal none other than your favorite redhead, who had the biggest smile on her face.

“Hey,” she said, sitting on your bed.

“Hi,”

“Guess what?”

You shrugged, not really in the mood for guessing games. You just wanted to cherish your last few moments with her before she left.

“So I got a call from Fury this morning…” she told you, her smile growing bigger. “And he said that someone else took the mission,”

You couldn’t believe it. Your best friend didn’t have to leave.

You opened your mouth to say something, but you couldn’t speak. So instead, you threw yourself into her arms.

As they had done several times in the past two days, your eyes began to fill with tears. But this time however, they were tears of joy.

She was holding onto you just as tight as you were holding onto her.

When you finally backed away, she smiled, then reached her thumb up to your face to wipe away your tears.

“Hey,” she said softly. “You don’t need to cry, I’m staying,”

“They’re happy tears, Natty,”

She brought her other hand to your face to wipe away tears on the other cheek, then just held your face in her hands for a few moments.

Oh fuck you thought to yourself. Those tears weren’t platonic.

After that night, you had tried to deny your feelings for her for a bit. After all, you had gotten romantic and platonic attraction mixed up in the past, who’s to say that this wasn’t one of those times?

But as time went on, the butterflies would happen even more often around her. Your heartbeat began to race if her hand brushed up against yours. Your face would flush when your arms wrapped around her in a hug. You wanted nothing more than to be with her, to feel her lips against yours, and to be able to tell her you loved her and have her say it back.

The only person who knew about your crush on Natasha was Wanda. She had asked if anyone caught your eye, and you refused to tell her anything. However, she decided to read your mind to find out.

You were a little frustrated that she did that, but you weren’t too mad, knowing you would’ve done the same thing to your best friend.

So since then, Wanda would always try to convince you to tell her, and you would always say no.

As much as it hurt to have these feelings and not tell her, you knew it would be nothing compared to telling her and having the feelings not reciprocated and losing your friendship. You’d rather stay just her friend forever than to lose her.

So here you were now, in love with one of your best friends.

“Ready to go?” She asked as she finished putting her suit on.

“Yep!”

She smiled, then gestured for you to follow her. Today was the last day of your mission, and you just needed to erase all files from some druglord’s computer.

For the past week, the two of you had done several stakeouts, gotten information, and identified people. The last step was destroying their information.

So, Natasha was currently driving the two of you to the location. She had the radio playing, and the two of you were softly singing the lyrics to the songs.

You turned to face her, feeling yourself smile at the sight of her being so carefree around you.

Not that you knew this, but you were the only person she would ever allow to see her like this.

She kept her eyes on the road, but saw you looking at her through her peripheral vision. You were simply mouthing the lyrics now, not really paying attention to them. Instead, your attention was purely on Natasha.

She kept singing the words though, but she was also smiling at the sight of you.

As she began to turn her head to fully face you, your cheeks grew red.

“Eyes on the road, Nat!” You told her, laughing.

“Okay, mom,” She retorted, earning a playful eye roll from you.

“Oh don’t be like that,” she said, beginning to as well. “C’mon, we’re here anyway,”

You nodded, opening the door as soon as she stopped the car.

Once she locked the car, the two of you made your way into the building.

She had her gun ready, holding it out at every corner you turned.

“We’ve been here like four times already, Nat,” you told her, scoffing. “We’re fine”

She grumbled in response, but kept her gun out.

You shook your head, letting out a sigh, then continued on.

Once you made your way to the necessary room, each of you sat down in front of a computer.

“Delete, erase, goodbye,” you muttered as you typed.

Natasha didn’t say anything as she typed away, just wanting to get out of this building as soon as possible.

You glanced over at her every once in a while.

You smiled, watching her type with the clacking on the keyboard. The tip of her tongue was poking out the corner of her mouth. Her eyes began to squint as she focused on the screen.

Unfortunately, while you were staring, you failed to notice someone else come in the room behind you.

“Avengers,” A voice from behind you said.

You whipped around, your eyes widening to see someone wearing a combat suit holding a gun out.

Natasha stood up, raising her gun immediately.

Before you could even process what was happening, you heard the sound of a gunshot.

Without even thinking about it, you threw yourself at Natasha, knocking her to the ground.

Turns out, she was the one who shot first, considering that the other guy was currently laying in a pool of his own blood that was spilling out fast.

But as you jumped, he aimed his gun at Natasha, pulling the trigger.

You let out a groan of pain, feeling a pain growing in your shoulder.

“Y/N no! What did you do?”

She cried your name a few more times, but you couldn’t respond. You only let out a few shaky breaths and sobs as the pain in your shoulder began to grow.

She pulled her phone out, calling for help as fast as she could.

Everything hurt, but you wouldn’t have changed a thing you did. All that mattered to you, was that the woman you loved was safe.

All that mattered was that Natasha Romanoff was safe.

~two days later~

“How’s she doing?”

“Same as before.”

Natasha sighed as she reached onto your bed, placing her hand over yours.

As soon as you were brought back, everyone began working on you right away. Dr. Cho saved your life, and managed to get the bullet out.

However, because of how long it had taken to get you into surgery, you had a lot of internal bleeding.

So, here you were now, in a coma. No one knew when, or even if, you would ever wake up.

Natasha stayed by your side the entire time.

“Nat, you can’t stay in here forever,” Wanda said, gently placing her hand on her shoulder.

“It was my fault, Wanda,” she replied, her voice hoarse from crying. “It should’ve been me,”

“Don’t say that. You’re both alive. She wouldn’t want you to say that, or to sulk in here all day,”

Natasha said something, but kept her gaze on your unconscious body as her red eyes began to fill with tears once again.

“I can’t lose her.”

After the first week, Natasha finally left your room at night. She would usually come in around 7:00 AM, and stay until midnight.

Clint would come by, and bring her food. He was genuinely worried that she wouldn’t eat if he didn’t.

Wanda came by often too.

“Do you think she can hear us?” Natasha asked her.

“I can try and find out, if you’d like,” Wanda offered.

Natasha nodded, removing her hand from you.

Wanda stood up, then placed one hand on your forehead, closing her eyes.

After a few moments of silence, she gave Natasha a soft smile.

“She’s dreaming,”

“Is she aware of things going on outside?”

“Not right now. I don’t think she’s constantly dreaming while unconscious. Hearing our voices right now, she’s either drowning them out or they’ll be in her dream. She might become more aware later,”

Natasha let out a shaky breath, then connected her hand to yours again.

“Hi, Y/N,” she breathed out. “We did it. We destroyed the files, and the building ended up being destroyed after we left. We did the mission, you can wake up now. You can come back now,”

She could feel herself about to cry, so she turned to Wanda.

“What’s she dreaming about?”

Wanda closed her eyes again, looking into your mind.

“She’s at this house, and there’s comforting energy coming from it. I think it might be her childhood home.” Wanda explained. “Something’s happening in slow motion. There’s like, cracks of electricity and… oh my god there’s a lightning strike right in front of her,”

“She’s dreaming about lightning?”

“I can hear her inner voice. Part of her is afraid, but the bigger part of her is thinking the lightning strike will give her superpowers… and she’s floating in the air right now,”

Natasha laughed for the first time since getting back. Of course superpowers would be on your mind while getting struck by lightning.

“Thank you, Wanda,” she told her, gently squeezing your hand.

“Of course,” she replied. “You should get some rest. I know Y/N would want you to,”

Natasha sighed, then nodded. She was feeling better for the first time since you took the bullet for her.

“Hey,” she said, getting a laptop out and setting it on the side of your bed. “It’s been three weeks now, and uh, I thought it might be a good idea to bring this down and watch your favorite movie. Y’know, maybe hearing it will help you,”

A lump began to form in her throat as she stared at you. However, she said nothing else as she pulled up your favorite movie, then placing it close enough so you could hear, and see it if you were to open your eyes.

Once she pressed play, she sat on the edge of your bed. She wasn’t looking at the laptop screen, she was looking down at you.

She brushed a strand of hair out of your face, and ran her thumb across your cheekbone.

Natasha didn’t even realize she was crying until she had to wipe her own tears off your forehead.

“Sorry,” she muttered, pulling away so she wouldn’t cry on you anymore. “I just… really miss you, Y/N.”

She opened her mouth to say something else, but stopped when she noticed your eyebrow twitch.

It felt like everything in her body stopped working for a moment as she replayed it in her mind; you moved.

Before she knew it, she was sprinting out of your room at full speed to get Dr. Cho.

“She moved! I think she’s waking up! Her eyebrow moved!” She yelled as she barged into her office.

Dr. Cho tilted her head to the side, but followed her back to your room.

She walked over to you, then examined the monitors. She looked at you, then back at your vitals.

“Miss Romanoff, I’m so sorry, but there’s nothing in her brain activity that indicates her moving or waking up. Sometimes, when we want to see something so bad, our mind tricks us into thinking we saw it. It’s a cruel thing, but it’s not uncommon for situations like this,”

Natasha’s heart dropped as the doctor left the room to give her space. She thought she had you back.

She wasn’t going to give up on you. She pulled the laptop away, then sat next to you again.

She then layed down, and wrapped her arms around you, sobbing into your neck.

“Wake up, please,” she begged between sobs. “Come back to me.”

Natasha pulled back, placing one hand on your cheek. She leaned down, pulling you close again.

“Don’t you get it?” She said at almost a whisper. “I love you. I always have. So please, just this once. Stay.” She pulled back again, then placed a gentle kiss to your cheek. “Stay.”

It was like everything in her froze again.

Your eyebrows were definitely twitching now. A groan escaped your mouth, as you blinked your eyes open.

“Natty,” you said, wrapping your arms around her neck. “You love me?”

“Of course I do,”

You smiled at her, despite the pain running through your body.

“Good, ‘cause I’ve been in love with you for like the past year,”

She let out a mix between a laugh and a sob as she leaned close to you once again.

You leaned forward too, and before you knew it, the distance between the two of you was closed as you were kissing.

It was gentle, considering the fact that you were still hurt, but you both savored every second of it.

“I love you so much,” you told her, keeping your arms around her.

At this point, you both had tears streaming down your cheeks. Neither of you cared as you leaned in for another kiss.

“Never do that again, okay?” She told you.

“Do what? Kiss you? I plan on doing that a lot more, thank you very much,”

She rolled her eyes, letting out a small laugh.

“Don’t ever put yourself in danger like that for me again, alright? I don’t care if you say it’s your job. Don’t do it again,”

“I did it because I love you, Natty,”

She sighed, wiping away one of your tears.

“I’m never leaving you though,”

“Good, I don’t want you to leave,”

Of course, the two of you would end up arguing about putting yourselves in danger to save each other, but it would all work out in the end.

You loved her, and she loved you. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff angst #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff x yn #natasha romanoff x fem reader #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #black widow #black widow x reader #black widow x fem reader #natalia alianovna romanova

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nightowlwriting · 3 years

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summary: steve is acting weird. avoiding you, being snippy and mean, leaving the room when you enter. all you want is your boyfriend back, but all he wants is to pretend you don't exist. when he's almost hurt on a mission, you do what you're made to do.

word count: 11k

reader specifics: no race/gender/sexuality/body type mentioned, no pronouns for reader used, powered!reader, insecure!reader

warnings: steve is mean to the reader in the beginning, heavy angst, hurt/comfort, canon-level violence, brief ptsd symptoms, slight description of blood, brief mention of racism in the '30s & '40s

brief mentions of: reader's parents being toxic, homelessness, past accidents, ableism in the past & present

note: this one hurt me lmfao. idk why this went the way it did but i'm not mad at it // also i am a queer, trans, disabled american. i have fundamental disagreements with things that marvel/the mcu as it stands for and some of the more nuanced things that you might not notice unless you're looking for it. this will take place in my writing because i cannot separate myself from the lens in which i consume/create content.

title credit: lil nas x

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Falling in love with Steve Rogers went against every instinct you had. You knew that he was going to hurt you from the first moment your lips touched his. Sure - he’s clever, righteous, courteous… You can’t forget he’s also drop-dead gorgeous because every trashy gossip magazine in a three-state radius of New York doesn’t let you forget. Neither does the sight of him waking up in your bed every morning. (Well, actually, maybe that would remind you if he was still fucking doing that.)

But lately, you’ve had to rely on the fucking tabloids to catch a glimpse of your super-hero boyfriend. The university class you had picked up on a whim at the end of the summer - Life & Times of the ‘30s and ‘40s - avoids any mention of Steve Rogers and the Howling Commandos. Not that your classmates do because, Christ on a bike, those magazines manage to catch pictures of you and Steve in moments that you don’t even remember. Plus, you’re an Avenger too. It’s bound to catch some attention when you waltz into a college classroom.

You’re sure if you were an undergrad trying to fill a gen-ed requirement and were sitting next to someone who could kill you without blinking but also dating Captain Rogers you’d be a little distracted too. You try not to blame your classmates too much, but they do make it hard to concentrate with their -really dating Captain America?- and -wonder if I could get an autograph- whispers. None of that matters because you’re learning, really studying, in between missions and missing Steve and believing that maybe the gossip reporters are right.

Maybe he’s forgotten about you.

You grit your teeth and push the thought away. It does you no good right now, while you’re training with Peter. He’s working his way up to bona fide missions and, because you’re the only one on the team who has experience with real-life teenagers outside of saving their lives, it’s up to you to get him to the level that he needs to be. Plus, the mission where he’s going to get his gills wet is just you, Tony, Steve, Nat, and Bucky. You’d much rather be the one to train him because you won’t traumatize him.

Right now, though, you’re just kicking his ass to try and get rid of some of the tension in your body. You feel a little bad about it, but when you started as his mentor you told him point-blank that you’d never go easy on him. That meant if you were having a bad day he either needed to up his game or he’d have a bad day too. It appears he’s taken that to heart as he struggles to dodge the hits you’re throwing his way. He lunges out of the way when you try to land a right hook but practically walks into the leg sweep that sends him crashing to the ground.

“Awe,” Peter groans, letting his guard down. You take the momentary lapse of focus to grab him by the collar of the hoodie he’s wearing and haul him to his feet, jerking one fist back to cold-clock him but he beats you to it. You hear the sound of your nose cracking before you feel it but then the pain rushes you all at once. You’ve had worse but coming from Peter, the move surprises you. You don’t yell out but he does when you push him away from you and call the fight off. Peter practically yelps your name, hands up by his head as he watches you bend at the waist, both hands over where your nose is absolutely gushing blood. “I am so sorry, I just reacted-!”

“It’s fine, Pete,” You shake your head and stand straight again, the blood beginning to leak through your fingers, “Just go get me a towel, okay?” Peter practically trips over his feet to get something for your nose and as you track him on his way into the locker rooms, you see Steve, Bucky, and Nat. The latter are looking your way, eyebrows raised like they’re asking you if you’re okay. Steve hasn’t even broken stride in his conversation so you wave them off with a bloody hand. Peter’s back in a flash, pressing a wet towel into your grasp and snapping you out of your self-pity party. “It was a good hit,” You compliment as you wipe your face off, “I just wasn’t expecting it. Prob’ly wouldn't have landed it if I had.”

He wrings his hands, shifting from foot to foot. “I’m sorry-”

“It’s a good thing, Peter, means you’re getting better.” You deadpan, checking to see if your nose has stopped bleeding yet, “I don’t think you actually broke it, but I’ll go down to medical to check later.” You do your best to clean up your hands with the wet towel, but it’s so soaked with your blood that it mostly just smears it around. You grimace and shake your head. “Well, I should go now before our sparring match ends up looking like I murdered you.”

“I’ll go with,” He offers, “I’m the one who broke your nose.” You let Peter walk you down to medical even though you were originally going to refuse. Perhaps petty, but it was the way that Steve didn’t even look your way as you left that made you let the teenager walk you the two floors to where you’d be able to clean yourself up. He hums in the elevator and you know that he wants to ask you something - it’s the way he holds his mouth when he’s prying for information or keeping a secret that tips you off. Finally, just before the elevator opens, you sigh and turn to him.

“What, Peter?” He grins but then it falls when he has to skitter after you down the hall. Maybe that’s why it falls - the question he asks next nearly sends you to your ass.

“Is everything okay with you and Captain Rogers?” He easily catches up to you when you stop in your tracks, ignoring that you’re still bleeding a little bit down your face and you might be dripping blood everywhere from where it’s run down your arms.

“What?” You do your best to look confused like everything is fine, but Peter is perceptive. He may fumble around and be pretty awkward, but those are really just teenager things that he’ll hopefully outgrow. You should have known that when someone caught onto how bad things are on your end, it would be Peter. (You wonder if Nat or Bucky has brought it up with Steve, considering he’s spent more time with them in the past week than he’s seen you in the past month.) “We’re fine.” Your words are stilted as you begin walking to the medical wing much faster than before.

“I just thought I’d ask, well, because I’ve sort of noticed… Something just seems off, you know? Like, you two used to spend a lot of time together, and maybe it’s the recon mission coming up, but I was just thinking that you two really barely look at each other even when you’re in the same -”

“Peter!” You say his name much louder than either of you expected and both of you jump. “Peter,” You say softer, looking at the glass door to the medical wing instead of him, “Just leave it, okay? It’s nothing you have to worry about, kid.” Peter ducks around to open the door, forcing you to look at him. “He’s just focused on his stuff and I’m focused on getting you whipped into shape for this mission. We only have two days.” Once you’re inside and surrounded by the medical crew Tony keeps on staff, he thankfully drops it. You love Peter, you do, but it’s a lot like having a little brother. You can only love them so much before you want to fucking strangle them. Eventually, as the doctor checks to make sure he hasn’t broken your nose, you have to order him away to go study or something. “I’ll join you later,” You promise him as the doctor prods at your tender flesh, “I have an essay due soon.”

That’s another thing that’s been bugging you that Peter surely picked up on. Nearly everybody knew you were taking a course at the local community college, but nobody knew what it was about. You’d wanted to keep it a secret until you told Steve, but the day you had registered he’d flown out for a two-week mission without telling you or saying goodbye. After that, you decided it didn’t really matter if anyone knew what class you were taking, and keeping it a secret sort of spiraled from there. If they wanted to know they could look it up. Maybe it was petty, but you just wanted the class to be over and done with so you could forget that you really only picked it up so you relate to your boyfriend more.

If you can even call Steve your boyfriend anymore. You’re not so sure where you stand and, honestly, you’re really close to giving up on the relationship as a whole but you can’t do that. Before you were dating, you were friends, and Steve… He never gave up on you. Not once. How could you repay him by giving up on your relationship? The one that you thought was The One? Even if it hurts, even if you’re unsure more than sure these days, how could you? Somewhere, though, you know you deserve better. You don’t deserve the sinking, dark feeling that lingers in your gut for most of your days now or the way that you second-guess every move you make - even in the field. It’s dangerous but you can’t do anything to fix it.

You’re too scared. You know that eventually, it will happen, he’ll break up with you, but you’d like to put that day off for as long as possible. To relish in the love he once had for you, how pure and powerful it was. You’re sure that you’ll never experience anything like that again.

Hell, you might never fall in love again.

Those thoughts don’t do anything to help you, though, so you try not to have them. You get clearance from the doctor and get cleaned up as much as you can without taking a full body shower. The idea to go back to your room and take one crosses your mind but you know that Steve’s probably done training, probably heading back for his own shower, and you don’t want to open that can of worms. Instead, you go to the common room and drop into the couch between Peter and Tony. They’re talking about something something science something something, but you pull your stack of books and notebooks out from the shelf underneath the coffee table and continue outlining your essay from where you left off. The assignment was focused on how the end of WW1 changed American life and then how life changed leading up to and during WW2 but that had hit a little too close to home for you, so you’re writing about the racial tension and overall racism of the times. Tony and Peter keep talking over your back and then you hear footsteps heading toward the common room.

You barely look up when they enter - Nat and Bucky - because it’s fine. It’s normal. They’re just two of Steve’s best friends, that’s all, nothing to be jumpy about. You don’t even register that emotional pain that hits when you realize that, yeah, you’re not one of his best friends anymore. You doubt you’re even considered a friend in his book.

You groan and lean back into the couch, bringing your study materials with you. Peter glances over, skimming over your page and a half of shorthand, and gags. “Jesus, can you write like a normal person?”

“Oh, sorry,” You say lazily, not looking up as you continue to scribble in your incomprehensible code, “I do forget that some of us had privacy at home.” You lift your lips just a little bit to let Peter know you’re kidding, looking up at him through your lashes as you slouch next to him. He looks red in the face. “Besides, once you have to start doing mission reports you’ll be begging me to learn my shorthand and use my stenography machine.”

“I keep telling you that I can update that ol’ thing,” Tony draws your attention. For the first time, you realize that Nat and Bucky are on the loveseat looking at you expectantly. Steve is standing in the corner over their shoulder reading a book from the bookshelf in front of him. His back is tense and he looks like he’s not reading, just listening. You force your eyes back to Tony on your right and shake your head.

“No, because then you’d know my shorthand and it makes me too happy to see you spend hours trying to decipher it.” His eyes wander to your essay again, trying to find any patterns that he can use to figure out what the hell you’re writing on anything ever. He’s opening his mouth to make a smart-ass remark that will no doubt lift some of the weight off of your shoulders when another voice speaks up.

“Wow,” Steve doesn’t even look at you even as he says your name sardonically, “Way to be a team player.” Your mind comes to a screeching halt, trying to figure out what the fuck he’s playing at. Even Bucky and Nat look surprised at the cold way he spoke to you, Tony and Peter both gasping from your side. You can’t say anything, throat tight and burning with tears as you stare at your boyfriend with raised eyebrows. What do you say to that? How do you respond? You know it wasn’t a joke because he’s not laughing, not smiling, not even looking up from that fucking book in his hands. You can’t tell if you’re more hurt or embarrassed, but either way, you don’t want to stick around for someone to get the nerve to say something.

Instead of replying, you slam your textbooks shut and bundle everything into your arms. You doubt Steve even notices that you’re making such a hasty retreat but if he does, he doesn’t say a fucking thing. You feel like you’re in high school - practically running through an empty hallway with your notebooks and textbooks pressed to your chest, trying not to cry. It’s ridiculous. You’re a trained assassin, you’re an Avenger, you are strong and powerful and yet… And yet. You’ve given so much of your heart and soul to Steve Rogers that he can knock you down eight pegs without even trying. Without even looking at you. You can’t wait to go on this fucking recon mission, where you can put all of your focus on making sure Peter is doing okay and gathering the intel. Where you can stop thinking about how easily Steve Rogers seems to be pushing you to the side.

You spend the next two days writing your essay, ignoring almost everyone, and working on your essay. On the day of the recon mission, you’re running out the door for your eight a.m lecture, printed essay in hand, and reminding Tony that he promised to pick you up on campus after class for the mission.

You’re lucky that you went, too. You hadn’t counted on the professor making everyone stand up and tell the class the subject of their essays - didn’t realize that it would be twenty-five percent of the grade on the paper. You’ll never understand college professors and the weird shit they do, but the class is informative and entertaining. He goes around the room, starting on the opposite side of you, so you’ll be last. Great.

Several students did their papers on the propaganda of the time, one student was brave and did her essay on the ethical dilemma of the super-soldier serum and eugenics, and most of the other students focused on pop culture and how it changed. When your professor looks at you it’s almost like he’s expecting you to have done nothing but fawn over Steve and Bucky, considering you know them personally. He looks surprised when you clear your throat, stand and say: “I focused on the casual and institutional racism that faced non-white Americans at the time.” You almost preen when he looks impressed and then the shame fills you. It’s just… You want Steve to be proud of you. You want him to congratulate you on going back to school, even if it’s just for one class. You want him to be happy and surprised that he was the inspiration for taking the class.

Though, lately, the class has been more for you than for him. You like learning new things, pushing the boundaries of assignments, making people uncomfortable with the truth of the times you’re studying as told to you by two people who lived it. It’s nice. Normal.

Everyone needs a little bit of normal.

But, honestly, normal is fucking boring. By the time your class is over and you’re handing in your essay it’s like ants are crawling over your skin. A combination of nerves from the upcoming mission, a head full of fog from whatever is happening with Steve, and a little bit of fear at the thought of taking Peter into the field has you bolting for the door the moment your essay is taken from you. You’d worn your tac-suit underneath a pair of baggy sweats and a loose hoodie, so you don’t even bother slowing down as you head toward the car that Tony has waiting for you. He’s in the front seat, grinning at you from underneath his aviators and Peter is driving.

You slip into the backseat without thinking or looking at who’s there, tossing your bag in the back and peeling your hoodie off. “God, Tone, we’re goin’ to die before we even get to the mission with Petey driving.” You toss your hoodie back to join your bag and finally see who’s sitting next to you.

Of course, it’s Steve. He’s looking at you - but not really. He’s looking through you, like he can’t stand that you’re both crammed in the backseat of Tony’s electric car. His gaze catches you and holds you in place. Everything around you goes cold and fuzzy, making you miss Peter’s indignant complaining that he has his license so he should be able to drive… And then Steve scoffs and looks out his window, ignoring you. It stings but you have a job to do. You make some witty retort back to Peter, but it falls flat as you struggle out of your sweats. This is what life is, you think. Relationships aren’t meant to be forever - you learned that at a young age.

Until your accident at fifteen, you had watched your parents run out of helium, their relationship expanding and cooling in arguments, in days spent not talking, in trips to your grandparents without the other, in passive-aggressive computer searches for divorce attorneys left open for anyone to see. Then, after you were trapped between those machines - after you spent hour after agonizing hour with electricity pressing between your atoms, being torn apart and rebuilt as a young god - after that day you watched them expand against each other before the neutron core of their relationship collapsed on itself and the resulting supernova sent you to the streets. But then Fury found you. Then Tony, then Nat, then Steve.

Your parents exploded out from each other and the shockwaves ruined your life. At least now, your relationship with Steve is ending silently. There’s no explosion, no collapse, no rapid expansion to take over your cosmos. Your relationship with Steve is simply approaching the event horizon, where it will hang in the air until one of you takes the final step and you both become frozen, two collapsing objects on opposite sides of the universe. Maybe that’s what you already are. You feel so far away from him in the back of Tony’s car - like he’s eons and light-years away from you - and you feel so cold. Frozen, down to the bone. It makes you stiff in your replies to Tony and Peter, slow on the uptake when the car pulls up to the quinjet, nearing stasis and unable to respond when Nat asks if you’re okay.

Finally, you turn to look at her, nodding. “Fine,” You clear your throat, “Been a rough day.” You do your best to smile at her, but your face feels heavy. Your chest feels cold and tight, making you worry about your performance on the upcoming mission. When Peter shakes his head next to you, discreetly telling Nat not to press, you’re focused on Steve and the electricity humming in the most base part of your body.

He scoffs and rolls his eyes. You turn away and force yourself to smile, throwing a weak and numb arm over Peter’s shoulders. “Are you ready for this, Pete?” You jostle him back and forth, leading him toward the sitting area behind the cockpit. “Gonna get your ass kicked?”

“Please,” He shoves you off, nervously laughing, “Not with the skills you’ve taught me.” He mimics throwing webs, making hissing noises under his breath, and you bark out a laugh, shaking your head.

“You’re payin’ my medical bills when I have to save your ass, Spidey.” You shake your head and strap in next to the wall, Peter taking the seat to your right. Tony, from the aisle across from you, points a thick finger your way.

“You don’t pay medical bills anymore,” He waggles his finger, “So you’ll just have to make him do your homework for a week.”

“Mister Stark!”

“He’ll have to earn shorthand to do your essays,” Nat chimes in from between Bucky and Steve, who are both doing their best to not look at you - or anyone really. “You willing to share that with him?”

You lean back in your seat and jab at Peter with your elbow. “Hell no, so I guess Spider-Boy better do his best.” The arachnid in question grumbles, crossing his arms and slouching in his seat.

“No pressure, right?” He complains, “Not like I’m already nervous or anything.”

“You’ll do fine, kid,” Bucky pipes up, drawing your eyes back to Steve, “It’s goin’ to be a cakewalk.”

“Don’t jinx it, Barnes,” You warn half-heartedly, tucking in on yourself, “We need this to be easy.” From the look on his face - everyone’s face, really - you know that they heard you loud and clear when you were really saying I need this to be easy.

After an uneasy laugh from Bucky, a claustrophobic silence settles over you all as the jet begins to take off. You’re in for an hour ride and plan to spend it going over battle plans with Peter when harsh whispering catches your ear. It’s Bucky and Steve nearly crushing Nat between them until she gets up and sits across from Peter, rolling her eyes. Still, you try your best to run him through the actions you both had planned - the names, the setups you needed to execute them, everything. If something happens to Peter, you’ll never forgive yourself.

And then, cutting through your soft promptings to Peter and his equally soft replies, Bucky’s voice. “Leave it, Steve. Until after this mission.” Even Tony looks up from his tablet, curiosity piqued. Their faces are both red, set hard and angry at each other and your stomach drops. What the hell is going on that Steve ‘Till The End Of The Line Rogers is fighting with Bucky You And Me, Pal Barnes? You must shift, or lean too far into Steve’s eyesight, because for the first time in what feels like years he is looking directly at you - and seeing you, too. It makes your pulse jump and, almost instinctively, you want to reach out and ground yourself on the rubber of the seat underneath you.

You don’t get the chance, though, because Steve speaks. “No, why should I? This is clearly affecting the team.” He’s still looking - glaring - at you like you’ve done something wrong. “What’s the point of waiting? I’ve been waiting to talk about this.”

“Bo, I don’t think this is the time,” Bucky looks over his shoulder at you, then, and you know what’s coming. You know that it’s time, that Steve is about to break up with you in front of your teammates. Your friends. Your family. You steel yourself for the anguish you’re about to feel and then jerk your chin out, hardening your resolve.

“Buck, it’s fine. If Steve wants to address something, he can.”

Natasha says your name, a low warning over the hum of the quinjet. “I think he should wait.”

“Well, I’m not goin’ to wait!” Steve unbuckles himself and stands, “I have tried waiting, and look at where that has gotten me.” He puts his hands on his hips and puffs out a breath. You unbuckle and stand, too, unsure of where this is going. “You need to,” He holds one hand out, pointing at you while his voice shakes. You notice his hand is shaking, too, but fractionally. If you didn’t know Steve as well as you do you may have never noticed it. “You need to get it together.”

“I need to get it together?” You question, eyebrows nearly hitting the ceiling with how fast they shoot up. You’re not totally sure you’ve heard him right because what do you have to get together? The broken shards of your relationship? The information and research for your final paper? The awful way you’ve let yourself be treated for what seems like forever?

“You heard me,” Steve says, at the same time Bucky leans his head back and groans deep in his chest. “What? Someone had to say it.”

“We should wait for this,” Nat speaks up again, but lifelessly. She knows now that you and Steve are both on the warpath, neither of you are going to stop. (That’s also why the two of you work together as a couple so well. Very rarely are you both so worked up about something that you can’t back down, so the other is always there to meet you halfway and get you back to earth.)

“No, no, no,” You say, near hysterically, “No, he wants to do this now? Before a mission? Instead of the fuckin’ weeks we had to hash whatever crawled up his ass and died out? Be my guest. He’s already dragged everyone into this by treating me like a pariah.” You’re not sneering, but your teeth are gritted so tightly together you can hear them scraping and feel a tension headache beginning to bloom in your temples. Bucky looks… Almost incredulous at your statement. Like putting the blame on Steve is a dick move or something.

“Oh, so I’m the bad guy here?” Steve is curling his lip, glaring at you. There’s something behind his eyes, but he’s buried it so deep that you can’t reach it and figure out what it is. “I’m the bad guy, right. Right, right, right.” He scoffs, shakes his head, and then he’s running his fingers through his hair like he really can’t believe what you’re saying to him.

“Well, what else am I supposed to think?” You throw your hands out to the side and let them slap back down on your thighs. “You ignore me, you make me feel like shit, you talk down to me like I’m some insignificant foot soldier. How else am I supposed to take that, Steve?”

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe ask me what’s wrong? Maybe ask me why I’m acting like this, instead of ignoring all of your problems like a child?” He mirrors your moments, but the sound his hands make when they hit the outside of his suit is more powerful than yours. Fueled by anger, you think. Anger and whatever the hell was in the serum Erskine pumped into Steve.

“Ask you?” You repeat, near-hysterical, “Ask you? Oh yeah, let me get right on that. Hey, Mister Rogers? Mister Captain America? Mister Ignores-His-Partner-For-God-Knows-Why? Hey, just why are you doin’ that?” You’re surprised that you’ve said something so snotty, but you don’t back down. (Steve looks surprised, too, and Bucky has stood up next to his friend like he’s about to start berating you as well. At least he looks more cautious about it, like he’s not totally sure that this fight should be happening.)

The more surprising part of your fight is how fast it’s shut down. Tony and Nat stand at the same time and exchange a glance like they’ve surprised each other. “That’s enough,” Tony starts.

Nat cuts him off. “I don’t care if you fight this one out instead of talking, but if you do it before this recon mission you two are going to blow it. Do you understand me?” She looks dangerous, the sharp edge of a knife spiraling through the air. You force yourself to look away from her, from Tony, from Bucky, from Steve. She’s right. You know she’s right - especially on this mission. Peter is there, going to be in real danger even though there’s not supposed to be one Hydra agent in a four-mile radius. You have to clear your mind and focus on protecting him.

Steve seems to think the same thing because he stands down. When you watch him collapse in on himself, Bucky’s arms around his shoulders, into the little quinjet seats your everything aches. Heart, lungs, eyes - everything. Even though you don’t know what’s going on, what could have possibly happened to make your relationship sink this quickly and out of the blue, you still love him. He’s still The One for you. You still want to be the one to comfort him and make him feel whole when he’s struggling.

But you can’t. You can’t and it kills you.

The heat of battle makes a lot of things fade into the background. Important things like why the fuck are there Hydra agents here? and Steve is going to break up with you when you get back on the jet and Tony swore on the fucking limited edition AC/DC vintage tour poster he has in his office that this would be an easy in/easy out information mission. None of that matters, though, because you’re in deep shit. There are seventeen of them, all primed to the teeth with weapons made to take your team down permanently.

You’re practically glued to Peter, calling out commands and plans for him to initiate. It’s when all of your plans fall through that you take a hit from a heavy fist on purpose, hitting the ground hard. “Plan F, Spidey, Plan F!” You cover the instruction with a groan and then you’re back on your feet, working your way toward him.

“Plan F?” Tony says, somewhere above you in his suit. Your comms crackle ominously as another heat-seeking grenade is launched, interfering with the radio waves your tech relies on. You don’t worry about it, because you know Tony is on it. He’s your eyes in the sky.

Peter is the one who answers his question, watching your close hand-to-hand tilt out of your favor briefly. “Plan Fuck It, Mister Stark.” He grunts as he webs up a Hydra agent, jerking him away from where he was about to slip a knife up and under Natasha’s kevlar. You finally drop the guy in front of you, ignoring Steve’s disappointed Language! and toss one of your knives toward Nat for her to use. Tony is still laughing in your ear, wheezing as he drops down and snags the rifle from one of the snipers and then takes back off.

What your little protégé failed to mention about Plan F is that it’s not just chaos, but controlled chaos. You let loose, letting a soft current cover every inch of your skin as Peter switches to his conductive webbing and takes special care to not web any of his allies. Except for you - if you’re in the way and he catches you in a web it doesn’t matter because you’re you, alive with electricity that drops the men that get caught in the web, too. You rip out of the webs and turn the current off when one of your teammates gets too close.

More Hydra agents are pouring out of the woods, topping out their numbers around twenty-five. That’s twenty-five too many in your opinion, especially when you can see Peter getting tired, his anxiety spiking, his moves having more and more hesitation behind them. You need to get this over with quickly, but you don’t have the options to do that. Steve, Bucky, and Nat are really the heavy-hitters - you, Pete, and Tony are the only ones without serums despite all of your individual abilities. Desperately you reach out for a web that’s still connected to Peter’s arms, pulling him out of the way of a baton that’s about to come down on the back of his neck.

The baton the agent is wielding glints in the coming dusk, freezing you as Peter scrambles past you with a quick apology. You’ve seen that before - seen it, felt it, know it like the back of your hand. There’s no way that you could ever forget that weapon. The man stumbles when his hit doesn’t connect but then rights himself and searches for a new target.

A long, black baton that splits into two prongs at the end is heavy in his hand. Electricity crackles between the bulbs at the end, flashing in the setting sun and your memories. The man only has one, but if it was hooked up to a machine, spinning. If there were four, five, six. If you were pinned between them, screaming in the pain as they rewrote your DNA… You’ve only felt it once, but you’ll never forget it.

And now, you’ll taste it again. On purpose this time. The man holding the stun baton is going for Steve’s back - his strong back, the one that protects people, the one that holds the weight of the world, the one that lays in your bed, the one you see whipping out of rooms as you’re entering just so that he doesn’t have to look at you - and you can’t let that happen. It only takes ten amps to kill a regular human, but you know those things are cranked up to twenty minimum. You don’t want to see how many amps of current it will take to stop Steve’s heart. You’re between the baton and Steve before you can think about what you’re doing or what comes next, the hard bulbs settling unyielding into your side and cranking out maximum power for maximum damage as soon as the current is connected and able to flow from one bulb to the other.

The pain hits you and your throat catches on it. It burns through your body, setting everything on fire - your chest hurts as your heart protests the electrons and then your powers kick in, sweeping them into your very atoms and cells. You’re a live wire now, ears humming and body thrumming with power you’ve only dreamed of. It hurts, and it burns, and you feel tears rising in your eyes because you’re back there - back begging for death or for life or for God and god at the same time - but then it’s over. The man sees that you’re not seizing up, not dropping dead in front of him, and he takes three steps back.

It’s not far enough.

You’ve only felt like this once before - right after you were unhooked from the machine that changed your life and brought you to your new family. You remember how you looked when you were put in front of a mirror with all of the pent up electricity circling your body - how your eyes were filled to the brim and dripping with bright and blue electricity, the way it was jumping across your body, how you didn’t need to breathe because your body was fully saturated with pure, unadulterated power. You wonder if you look like that now and assume you do because you can see the bright blue reflecting in the terrified eyes of the Hydra agent.

Your suit, unlike everyone else’s, is not grounded. It’s metal, metal, metal. You’re made to conduct, born for it, and the earth beneath you comes alive with bright white as you release all of the energy, the power, surges down and out. You’re practiced. You can reach out and feel the synapses and neurons of every human being in the clearing, know exactly where your teammates are standing, and know exactly how to target everything but them and the pitiful amount of electricity their brains carry. You grin, something truly feral and unhinged, and you can see the fear in the Hydra agent. Then, you let go.

You know that everyone is going to be pissed. (Maybe not everyone.) You’re not built for this, not made to take down nearly twenty fucking people at once. As you let go, you feel what they feel. The seizing muscles, the stopping of their hearts, the inside of their bodies crisping against their bones. At that moment, that delicious moment, you see the universe.

You become God. You become everything - your mother and your father and God and god and anyone else who’s watching your life from the ether. You become the judge, jury, and executioner of souls that you don’t know from Adam. You become lightning, and thunder, and exposed nerves of the cosmos at the same time. The world bends to your will and you relish in it, taking that power in your fist and wielding it to protect the man you’ll love for the rest of your life and the family that you’ve made. You will stop at nothing to end this, even if it means turning yourself inside out to do it.

You damn near do turn yourself inside out too, but that doesn’t matter, does it? The blood spilling from your ears, nose, and eyes feels like heaven. It’s hot, and thick, and it’s proof of the power that your body holds. You’re a temple and a sanctuary, a war-room and a bunker, a field of flowers and a sun-dry desert. It does not matter if Steve doesn’t love you at that moment, because you are love and hate wrapped into one package. You are everything and nothing, spread thin at the beginning and the end of time.

And then none of that is true. You are just… You. Standing in a clearing, surrounded by twenty-something dead Hydra agents and your terrified, terrified family. It hurts to breathe and you can taste blood in your mouth, but that’s an afterthought. Steve is still standing behind you, but he is alive. That is what matters.

This is what love is, you think.

Pain and pleasure.

Even if he leaves you, you will always love him.

Pain and pleasure.

You’re weak at the knees when he finally turns to see you - and you’re a sight. Struggling to stand, fingertips blackened with soot but not burnt, blood pouring from your nose, ears, eyes… You look like death, but you feel like life. Someone says something behind you - Peter, maybe? Or maybe Tony, in your comms? - but you don’t hear it. Everything tunnels out, your weak knees finally collapsing as you keel backward.

Steve bears down upon you almost immediately. You’re halfway to unconsciousness when he wraps you up in his arms, keeping you from falling in with the pile of bodies around you. He’s saying your name, harsh and soft and then in a voice like he’s ordering you to wake up. You loll about as he drops you down onto a patch of clear grass, hands searching your body for wounds. When he skims over your side, where the baton has burnt through your suit and your flesh, you surge back toward being able to have cohesive thoughts. The pain brings you back, hands wrapping around Steve’s arm and calling out his name. “Steve! Fuck, that hurts!”

“Honey,” He breathes, “Fuck, we have to get you back to the jet.” His jaw ticks, hair dirty and loose from its normal style. “Why’d you do that?” Steve doesn’t wait for an answer from you, ordering Peter to web something up to carry you over your protests.

“I’m fine,” You argue, only slurring slightly, “I feel fine.” But you’re going to let Nat and Bucky load you up on the webbed stretcher anyway because it’s the first time Steve has cared for you in a long time. You want to relish in this moment, the way that he didn't say your name but called you honey.

Well, and because Natasha slides a thumb across her neck over Steve’s shoulder in a silent threat.

You groan when Bucky accidentally grabs your calf where there is an absolutely awful stab wound, but you wave off his apology. “How could you have known?” To be honest, you hadn’t even known it was there until his Vibranium hand was slipping against it and sending shockwaves of pain through you. Peter is next to you the whole time that you’re being carried back to the jet - Tony staying back to begin scanning the bodies of the Hydra agents for the information you need and any other information they may be carrying. The poor kid is nearly at a breakdown, so you reach out to him and shake his arm when his fingers twine with yours. “Chill out, kid, I don’t know how you got it into your head that this is your fault, but it sure isn’t.” He sniffles, but hands back with Steve as Bucky and Nat get you situated in the small medical room of the jet. They transfer you and then make to leave, only Bucky hesitating near the door.

“Stevie’s goin’ to be here soon and… I don’t know what made you do what you did but you have’t explain it to him. He’s bendin’ over backwards to figure it out, and we don’t have’a clue. Came out’a nowhere.” He looks at you for another moment before shaking his head and stepping out of the room. Your head is spinning, partially from what Bucky just said and partially from the pain and stimulus of electricity. You wait there, then, because this is it. This is the event horizon. You wait there, eyes closed, until you hear footsteps approach the med room, and then the door slowly opens. Steve says your name, holding all the finality and weight of an atomic bomb. You don’t open your eyes until he swings a chair next to the stretcher and lays a hand on your calf.

“You don’t have to do this,” You finally say, pushing yourself up onto your elbows to watch him. “I know that you don’t want to.” Steve only scoffs and begins to wash the stab wound using a packet of soap and a water bottle. You say his name twice before he looks at you, something between hate and hurt curdling into a glaze over his eyes that stops you in your tracks.

“Just let me do this. It is the least that you can do.” His words are painful and stilted, like it’s taking force to push them past his teeth. You lay back down and close your eyes, content to just feel the pain of Steve beginning to stitch you up and then dress the wound before you feel the pain of Steve leaving you like you knew he always would. (Falling in love with Steve Rogers went against every instinct you had. You knew that he was going to hurt you from the first moment your lips touched his.)

When he’s done he sits back and puts his elbows on his knees, head in his hands. He heaves a heavy sigh and then shakes it off, “I’ll dress your burn, and then we’ll talk.” And normally, yes, you would agree but this is too important. You want to get it over with so you can lick your wounds metaphorically and dress them literally - and then you want to go home, you want to pack your bags, and you want to disappear and remake your life somewhere else.

Some far-off place where everyone you know won’t take one look at your face and know that you’re still painfully, deeply in love with Steve Rogers, end of your semester be damned. Family you’ve made be damned. You can’t sit around and be in love with him like a neon sign on a dark highway while it’s painfully clear that he hasn’t had a sign on his highway in a long time.

So instead of agreeing, you swing your legs over the stretcher and swallow your flinch when the burn pulls tight. Steve opens his mouth to argue but you give him a tight-lipped shake of your head and his jaw snaps shut. “No,” You say, voice not giving in to the emotion swirling in your chest. “I have let this go on long enough.”

It’s the wrong thing to say because Steve fucking scoffs again and looks away from you. “One day was long enough.” He says, cutting straight to your core. Okay, ouch. You take a deep breath and shake your head to try and bite back the tears that are inevitably rising in your eyes. If one day was long enough for him to realize he doesn’t want to be with you, why did he let it go on for nearly a full year? Why did he spend so long leading you on, pulling you by a thread before garroting your heart with it? What was the point?

“If you want to leave me, just say that,” You reply harshly, standing and wobbling away from him. He just watches you go, watches the way you struggle past the lead weights your muscles have become, the way you’re starting to feel the stab wound on your leg, the way the skin on your burn is beginning to blister and only just now losing its heat. He just watches you, where the Steve that loved you once upon a time might have helped. You turn your back on him, hands on your hips so that you can hide the way that you’re crying and your hands are shaking.

“If I want to leave you? If?” He says. You hear the scrape of his chair as he stands, “I think after what you’ve done, it’s not an if, sweetheart.” The way he says it tastes like iron. Steve never calls you sweetheart like he never calls you by your name. It’s always honey, lover, dovie. You don’t turn to face him because you’re struggling to keep yourself above water. “I spent so long thinkin’, wonderin’, askin’ myself - God damnit, will you look at me?” You turn slowly, not because you’ve never heard Steve speak like that but because his voice is desperate and raw. When you turn, you’re not sure what to expect. Maybe him, standing in front of you, broad-shouldered and disappointed like in those PSA’s he had to film once. Maybe he’d be angry, hands clenched at his sides and eyes narrowed like he gets in meetings when he doesn’t agree with something but he’s out-voted. But you never expect to see him crying, lip wobbling, folded in on himself like a young boy instead of the strong, invincible man you’ve come to love.

He looks so different.

It hits you, then, that you’re not looking at Steve Rogers. Not really. He's not Steve Rogers, not Captain America, not even Captain Rogers. You see him as he was - before America spat it’s untruths all over him and injected him with a serum that changed who he was, is, will be. He’s not the able-bodied man that you know, not strong and unreachable, not the heartthrob that overshadows the team during press events. He’s not America’s Darling, not really. Not where it counts.

You’re looking at Stevie Rogers. Stevie Rogers who, for all intents and purposes, was supposed to die before he made it out of toddlerhood or soon thereafter. Stevie Rogers who the doctors said wasn’t supposed to survive. Stevie Rogers who grew up sickly, rattling painful breaths and never playing ball with the neighborhood boys. Who couldn’t walk until middle school when he got his braces off. Who never had a partner because Bucky, strong and handsome and tall Bucky, was always deemed the better option. Who believed in his country so much that he tried to sneak into the second world war, subjected himself to a painful medical procedure so that he could change his very DNA to be what the world wanted him to be.

Captain Steve Rogers. Captain America. Strong, blond, patriotic, resilient.

You’re sure that if men don’t want to go to therapy now, in the modern age, they certainly didn’t want to go in the ‘40s. So where did that leave Steve, your Steve, standing in front of you and looking small, and broken, and sad, and alone? Did they expect him to take his new, taller, working body and run with it? Did they not think about how he would lose a part of himself in the process? How did they expect him to go from disabled to abled without some disconnect?

You think about the You That You Were Before and the You That You Are Now, and how you lost a part of yourself when the accident gave you your powers and how you’d lose yourself if someone figured out a way to take them away. You Before formed your identity around being normal - living in a shitty home with shitty parents, sure, but normal - and You Now form your identity around your powers, your team, your job, your love. If you lost those things, what did you have left? Who would you be?

When Steve lost his identity and became everything that America wanted everyone to think that America was, what did he have left? Sure, he could tell himself that he represents America - strong and patriotic and just - but it must have conflicted with everything he knew about himself before that. You know that disabled people now know that American society is unjust, unfit for them with abled people not willing to make room to allow them to thrive. You can only imagine what it was really like for Steve in the ‘20s and ‘30s and ‘40s. What he had to do just to survive. (Medical experimentation, you remind yourself. Did they know it wouldn’t kill him? Did they know his body wouldn’t rip itself apart with the new sinewy muscle they were packing on? Did they care? Or was he just a body they saw as broken? A project to fix? To turn him into something more like them and call it patriotism?)

You shake your head at him, still filled with despair, and try to figure out what he’s talking about. “Stevie,” You start, pet name easily replacing what you had been calling him because it’s not fair to shoe-horn him into a body that doesn’t feel like his own. You wonder if he still expects the bone-grinding pain that he used to tell you would happen when it rains. He raises a hand, a strong and family hand, shaking his head.

“I just need to know why I wasn’t enough for you,” Steve looks sad, slouching in on himself like he’s expecting to get his ass handed to him in another alleyway and hope Bucky is there to save him. “I need to know why you wouldn’t just break up with me if you wanted to see other people so badly.” You suck in a shocked breath because, okay, that’s not what you were expecting. Between that and the paradigm shift you’ve had on how Steve must view his identity, body, and self, you’re stunned. Steve continues like he doesn’t even register that you look shocked and pale and now you’re crying because he thinks you’re cheating on him? “And I get it. I get it. You have no idea how much I understand. If I were you, I wouldn’t want me either, okay?”

You cut him off there because what the actual God damn fuck is he talking about? “No, Stevie, I’m not cheating on you.” You shake your head again and this, your statement, lights a fire in him. He still looks like Stevie rather than Steve, but there’s anger there. You imagine that’s what it might have looked like moments before he got himself in trouble back before he was serumed. “I’m not.”

“Oh, yeah?” He challenges, jaw ticking and chin jerking up, “Oh, yeah? You can’t lie to me. I know, okay? The act is up, it’s over, I know, okay? You can stop pretending.”

“Steve, I do not fucking know what you’re talking about but I”m not cheating on you!” You raise your voice, not really angry but more out of necessity. You need to get it out of his head that he is anything less than everything you want - that you could possibly love anyone more than you love him.

“I wanted to clarify something for you,” Steve says like he’s reading an old script from when he was just a beefy, red/white/blue stage prop for the American military, “I am excited to meet with you, but there are some rules. Do not talk about Captain Steve Rogers. I don’t want to hear about him,” As he continues to recite something that has clearly hurt him, you go lax. You know exactly what’s happened - your fists unclench, your jaw drops a little bit, and it feels like someone has gutted you, “I think it is wise to keep work and pleasure separate, and it’s a rule I will enforce heavily. I look forward to seeing you again.” He’s sneering at the end, tears falling down his ruddy cheeks.

“Steve,” You try again, but he cuts you off.

“Am I just work for you?” His voice is shaking more than you thought possible, and so are his hands. You’ve never seen Steve so off-kilter, so thrown, and it breaks your heart that yes, technically, you’re the cause of this. Before this, before this horrible misunderstanding, your relationship with Steve was the paragon of trust so neither of you cared if the other read emails or texts. You remember the email - the email from your fucking college professor - because it had made you so angry that he’d referred to your relationship with Steve as something as simple and base as just pleasure - like you could even put words to the galaxy of a relationship you had with Steve - that you’d gone to the gym to work off some of that irritation. You hadn’t wanted to take it out on anyone accidentally. When you came back from the gym, Steve was gone on that two-week mission that he’d left on without saying goodbye.

Oh, God. You feel sick to your stomach as the paradigm of the way that Steve’s been treating you shifts violently to the left. You have to physically hold yourself up and try to speak past the lump in your throat. Steve looks… Brokenly smug. Like he knows he’s right, but he’d rather gnaw his own legs off than be right.

“No,” You croak, “No, Steve, you’ve got it all wrong.” You want to reach for him, but it feels like the room is closing in on you. You’re second-guessing everything now - especially what you’ve just said. How many people said the exact same thing to him pre-serum because they said something meant for Bucky to him? How many times did he hear that when he was getting a new diagnosis, hoping for the best? How many times had his own mother said it to him when he told her something someone had said, fresh-faced and not yet used to the way that abled people sometimes treated disabled people? You think you might be sick. “That email was from my professor, Steve. I’m not cheating on you, I’d never.” He laughs darkly and sits back down in his chair, head in his hands again. You try to gather the strength to move toward him when you see his shoulders shaking, a telltale sign that he’s crying.

“A professor,” He says with a watery laugh, “Right.”

Finally, you realize that he needs you, needs to know you love him, that you’d do anything for him. You can iron out the kinks later - figure out why he didn’t want to come to talk to you past the original hurt, why he treated you so coldly, why he didn’t trust that you wouldn’t do this to him - but now, you need to show him that you’re here. That you choose him. That you’ll always choose him.

You make your way to him and set a shaking hand on his shoulder. For a brief second you think he’s going to shake you off but then Steve’s hand shoots up and latches onto where your hand is resting, dipping his head to press against your arm. “Stevie, please,” You say, unsure of what you’re asking him to do, “I picked up a class, just one, and it’s… I picked it up for you, it’s about the ‘30s and ‘40s and…” He looks up at you and he looks so broken - face ruddy and wet with tears, lip wobbling, chest heaving as he tries to not sob. His brows are knit and he looks confused, “I just wanted to be able to understand you better. You had to leave so much of yourself at the door when you joined the Avengers, had to leave so much of yourself in the ice… In Erskine’s lab… Stevie, I just wanted you to be able to be you when you’re with me. I wanted to know the you that you were before you became Captain America.” Your voice is shaking, knees knocking together, and honestly? You feel like you might blackout.

“What?” He rasps, “What?”

“He sent that email because too many kids signed up for his class thinking that they’d be able to look at pictures of you and Buck for a semester. Emailed me directly because he knows we’re…” You choke on your words, shaking your head because you’re not even sure there’s a we anymore, “Because he knows I’m on the team. Didn’t want me walking in and making his class about just a few years in the ‘30s and ‘40s rather than the culture of the time.” You don’t know how else to explain it to him, but Steve isn’t saying anything - practically isn’t moving or breathing- so you continue to try and explain what’s really happening as best as you can, “And - and that email made me so angry because he singled me out, didn’t email anyone else about it, and I left to try and work some of that out; I didn’t want to take it out on you, or let it spoil - let it spoil… But when I came back from the gym, you were gone. You were gone for two weeks and I didn’t know why.” You’re crying harder now and pretty sure that within the next sixty seconds you’re going to collapse if you don’t sit down.

Steve shakes his head, still looking like he doesn’t understand. “What?” He says for a third time, “A class? A college class?”

“I just wanted to feel closer to you,” You confess, “Just wanted to understand a fraction of your life without making you do the heavy liftin’ and teachin’ me. Shouldn’t have’t do that,” You’re sobbing, barely biting out your words as you realize that something you’ve done to strengthen your relationship with Steve has destroyed it, “Shouldn’t have to explain a whole different time just to feel loved, Stevie. Should be able to be with someone who understands without you havin’ to explain.” You’re not sure you can say Peggy’s name out loud, and you hope he understands what you’re saying without making you actually say it, “Should’a been able to have love with someone who knew, and I know I’m nothin’ compared to what you should’a had, but I want to be. I want to be in the same ballpark instead’a watchin’ from the stands.” You wipe your face with your free hand and look away from Steve when he stands in front of you. You don’t want to see the look on his face - what he’s thinking about what you’ve said.

He says your name and you glance at him, but his expression stops him in your tracks. Where Steve looked broken and hurt and fuming with anger to hide the anguish, now he looks stricken. You shake your head, “No, no. I didn’t say that to make you feel guilty-”

“You think that I care about whether or not you can understand the ‘40s?” He cuts you off, hands moving to curl around your biceps, “You think that I care whether or not you can relate to a time in history when you weren’t even thought of?”

“Of course I love you. I love you more than anything in this world, but you shouldn’t have to not care, Steve,” You argue, shaking your head, “That’s what I’m trying to say. You should be with someone who understands without explanation. I just wanted to give that to you - didn’t know that this would happen.”

“I should be with someone who loves me,” He argues back, “If you love me, that’s all that matters. My past be damned.”

“But your past is you!” You try to pull away from Steve, but he anchors you there. You’re dizzy from being so close to him after this long, but also because of how many different twists this situation has taken. You can barely keep up with how bad your communication with Steve has become - barely keep up with how you need to fix it, or how to fix it. “Your past is you,” You repeat when you realize that Steve isn’t going to let you go. “And you shouldn’t have to give that up so that someone will love you.”

“But you love me,” He says desperately, ducking his head so that he’s nearly nose to nose with you, “You love me, right?”

“More than anything,” You say, closing your eyes and relishing in the feeling of being so close to Steve, “I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone. I don’t care about what anyone else thinks, or anyone else. I’ll even stop goin’ to class if you want me to - Steve, I just can’t do this anymore. Can’t do this thing where you don’t talk to me about what’s botherin’ you.” You’re choking up, barely whispering, but you know he hears you. YOu can feel his warm breath on your face, “Nearly fuckin’ killed me.”

“I thought it was goin’ to be easier,” He breathes, nose bumping yours, “When you eventually decided to leave me for him. Thought I was savin’ myself some trouble.” You can practically taste his tears as they fall again, “Buck and Nat tried to tell me that you weren’t - that you wouldn’t - but I just couldn’t believe them.”

When you open your eyes, his are closed. This close to him you can see the soft freckles that are blooming over his eyelids, his soft eyelashes kissing his cheekbones. You can feel him breathing, feel him nearly pressed against you in a way that feels hauntingly nostalgic and terrifyingly fleeting; like you’ll be able to feel his warmth for years to come, but he’s about to disappear. “That’s okay,” You finally whisper, “It’s okay that you didn’t believe them. That you thought what you thought. It’s okay.” He shakes his head against yours, opening his mouth to protest, but you refuse to let him feel guilty about feeling this way - you have plenty of time to sit him down and talk to him candidly about the way he acted because of these feelings, anyway. “If I would have been in your place I’m not sure I would have believed them.”

“I treated you so badly…” He shifts and wraps his arms around you. It’s almost immediate - you relax into his arms and wind yours around his waist, keeping him pulled against you as he presses his face into your neck and you press your cheek against his chest. “So awfully.”

“We’ll talk about that, okay? But later. Right now you just need to know that I love you, Steve. I love you more than I can tell you - more than I can express.” You want to kiss him, but you can’t. Can’t kiss him, you need to wait for him to kiss you, for him to close that gap and show you that he still loves you like you love him. “We’ll have to have a talk, a long and hard conversation about this, Stevie, but for now… For now, I’m just content to be with you, okay? MIssed you so much.”

He sighs, nose pressing against yours again. “Missed you too, dovie. Missed you more than I can even say,” His voice breaks as his lips brush yours. Your relationship is not without its flaws and problems - Steve’s actions when he thought you were cheating on him are proof of that and, well, the fact that you didn’t realize what was happening, why it was happening, or a large part of your boyfriend’s psychological makeup having an impact on your relationship while it went unknown by you… There is a lot of work for the two of you to do, a lot of work to do, a lot of communication to be done… But you’d do it all for Steve, over and over again.

When he presses forward and presses his lips gently to yours, you know that he’ll do it all for you, over and over again, too.

#steve rogers imagine #steve rogers/reader #steve rogers x reader #marvel imagine #mcu imagine

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niqhtlord01 · 3 years

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Humans are Weird: D&D Part 3

( Please come see me on my new patreon and support me for early access to stories and personal story requests :D https://www.patreon.com/NiqhtLord Every bit helps) Human Barbarian: I roll to decapitate the shop keeper. Alien DM: Is there a reason you keep on decapitating LITERALLY everyone you meet? Barbarian: My character can’t die unless he falls in battle. Alien DM: But they aren’t battles if you kill them in one blow. Barbarian: True, but my guy has been around for hundreds of years and now just kills people for fun. Alien DM: *Looks at other party members* Is this normal? Wizard: Honestly it’s pretty tame for a barbarian. Rogue: At least he’s not the bard that became a necromancer. Alien: What happened with them? Wizard: They became a necromancer just so they could woo the woman that killed herself after talking to him. Alien: *Looks at Necromancer* Really? Necromancer: I was very proud of my seduction streak and I wasn’t about to let death break it. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Alien: Why do you always pick humanoid characters? Alien: Why not team up with something that is as large as a bear? Thief: We used to have a Loxodon fighter in the party, didn’t end well. Alien: What happened? Monk: We got trapped in a room flooding with water and only one way out. Warlock: The Loxodon insisted on going first through the doorway because they were afraid of water, but then became wedged in the tiny frame and couldn’t get free. Alien: How did you escape? Monk: We didn’t; we all drowned to death. Alien: If you all died then how are you here talking with me? Thief: Let’s just say we owe a man of questionable magic practices a lot of money. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Warrior: Wizard, cast fireball on my sword! Alien Wizard: Why? Warrior: So it will catch on fire and do fire damage as well! DM: I’ll allow it. Alien Wizard: Okay. *rolls a nat 20* DM: Your fireball impacts the sword dead on and melts it instantly. Warrior: What? DM: What do you think happens to cheap metal after it’s been super-heated? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

DM: As you sift through the remains of the now fallen lich lord you come across his most powerful weapon. Alien players: *getting excited* DM: A cursed blade slaked in the blood of a thousand thousand victims, each one adding their strength to whomever wields this mighty blade; the most powerful weapon you have ever come across. Alien players: *Really excited now* Alien warrior: Does it have a name? DM: *Nods* It is called……the Bunny Fluffer. Alien warrior: What? You can’t be serious. DM: I did say it was a curse blade. Alien: How can a blade called the “Bunny Fluffer” be cursed?!? DM: Every time you use it in battle you must loudly announce that you are attacking with the bunny fluffer. Alien warrior: You monster! That’s so evi- Alien warrior: *Now realizing why it is cursed* ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Human: If I feed a Locathah sushi, am I committing a hate crime or unknowingly making them a cannibal? Alien DM: WTF man?!?!? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Human DM: You find yourself in a very suspicious village. Alien: You can’t just label an entire town as suspicious. Human: Roll a perception check then. Alien: *Rolls 20* Human DM: You see the town square barren save for a giant stone slab at the very center, the surface of it covered in strange red glyphs that seem to bleed the longer you stare at it. Human DM: The towns people all full length cloaks that hide their appearance with hoods so deep you cannot make out a single detail of their faces. They speak no words nor make a sound as they shift and to and fro between the buildings. Human DM: You stare up at the sky and see it thick with grey clouds that appear to bulge and retract randomly as if they are holding something within. Alien: Alright, alright, we get it. Alien: No need to be so on the nose about it. Human: You walked passed a mass murder drenched in blood because one of you saw the bar tenders dog run outside and wanted to go pet it. Human DM: I take no chances now. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Alien DM: You find yourself locked in the mansion, the body of the host laying across the ballroom floor as all the guests and staff look on. Alien DM: Any one of them could be the killer. Human Warlock: I say we lock all the doors and burn the house down. Human Paladin: What? Human Rogue: That’s a bit extreme. Warlock: Listen, I’ll cast a spell that will make anyone with a guilt free conscious fire resistant. Warlock: That way when the house is on fire only the killer will catch fire and everyone else would be safe. Rogue: I guess that might work…. Paladin: Still… Warlock: Look, I’ll even stay inside to prove how trust worthy it is while you all wait outside and bar the doors. Paladin: Very well. *some time later after the mansion burned down* *Party sees only the warlock remaining among the ashes* Paladin: Impossible! Paladin: They couldn’t all have been the killer! Warlock: True, but their minds were not guilt free so I’m afraid they caught fire. Rogue: So you knowingly just had us kill an entire mansion’s worth of people. Paladin: How are you still alive?! Warlock: Simple; I did not feel the slightest bit guilty about it. Warlock: *Proceeds to remove an artifact that collects the souls of the recently deceased* ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Alien DM: Pick your characters. Human: I am a Halfling necromancer. Human 2: I am an elf necromancer. Human 3: I am a human necromancer. Alien: Seriously?! Alien: Does no one want to be something else? Human 4: I am an orc shaman. Alien: Well thank y- Human 4: That dabbles in necromancy. Alien: Gods damnit! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Human DM: And with that you have finally slain the great dragon Human DM: The town of Scabersburgs will forever be in your debt. Alien Wizard: That was a stupid encounter, let’s end it here. *Human DM makes note as the group leaves for the night* *Next week’s encounter* Human DM: You return to find the town of Scaversburg in the grips of a deadly plague. Human DM: The town’s folk are being driven mad as over the last few days many of them have begun growing scales across their body, talons where their fingers once were, and some have even begun sprouting lizard like wings and tails. Human DM: As they see you all return to the village their collective shouts of anger roar across the town as the entire city springs forth to hunt you down. Alien Wizard: Wait what!? Alien Wizard: I call bullshit; how could this suddenly happen?! Human DM: Well, if you had waited long enough to hear the dragons dying words he placed a powerful curse on his blood that any who should drink of it shall become as he once was. Alien Wizard: That’s still bullshit! Alien Wizard: No way the villagers would just walk up to a dead dragon and drink its blood. Human DM: Unless because you failed to dispose of the body the blood seeped into the ground and mixed with the towns water supply, thus contaminating everyone. *Group angrily looks at Wizard that encouraged them to leave early* Human DM: Roll for initiative. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Alien DM: As you make camp deep within the frost mountains of Galgieth you find that your provisions bag has torn open and you have no food to eat. Alien DM: Unless you act quickly you will starve to death. Wizard: I got this. Wizard: *Turns to barbarian* Wizard: Cut off my left arm. Barbarian: Done! *rolls a nat 20* Alien DM: *Confused* You chop off the left arm of your wizard, the limb falling lifelessly to the ground as spouts of blood pour out. Wizard: I cast regeneration to regrow my severed limb. *Rolls a nat 20* Alien DM: *Still confused* Your left arm grows back as if it was never gone. Wizard: I put my severed limb over the open fire to cook. Alien DM: You want to turn your party into cannibals? Rogue: Wouldn’t be the first time.

#HUMANS ARE WEIRD #humans are insane #humans are space orcs #humans are space oddities #funny #short #banter #dnd #d&d

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angstysebfan · 3 years

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The Past Can Break You - 4

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

AU: Avengers

Summary: You and Bucky have been dating for aa few years. As far as you’re concerned he is the one. But what happens when a blast from the actual past shows up?

A/N: Ive seen a lot stories of Bucky getting his first love from the 40′s back. And I’ve always wondered... what would happen if he was dating someone already? Reader is from this time. Not proofread.

Warning: honestly probably not the best ive written... sorry

It’s been almost a week since you told Bucky you needed space. You have barely come out of your room, because you didn’t want to see him, and especially her. You wonder if this is really the end of your relationship. You are grateful that he has given you space, and according to Nat, he hasn’t gone near Dot. Dot has been spending a lot of time down in the lab with Tony. Wanting to learn about technology. Good luck to her.

Over the last few days you have been waking up to soft knocking on your door. You go to open the door and find a single red rose with no note. You figure it is Bucky, and while it makes your heart flutter, you force yourself to leave in on your dresser. As you walk down to the kitchen to eat breakfast you see Nat sitting at the counter.

“Morning, Nat,” you say quietly.

She smiles softly at you, “Morning. How are you feeling?” she asks.

You shrug as you continue making your coffee and grab your fixings for cereal. When you turn around you see Bucky sleepily walk into the kitchen. You look at the bags under his eyes and he stops short and stares at you. You feel your heart break when you know that he doesn’t sleep well without you.

“Morning, Doll,” he says, completely ignoring Nat’s existence.

“Good morning Bucky,” you say. You decide to take your breakfast to go and shuffle around him as he walks further into the room. You stop and turn to look at him again, “Thank you for the roses. They are beautiful, “ you say before leaving.

Bucky sighs heavily when you leave and looks at Nat. “God I hope this works. I can’t live like this much longer, Nat. I miss her so goddamn much,” he says as he puts his face in his hands.

“Barnes man up. This will work. She commented on the roses. She is hurt and doesn’t trust you, which you can’t blame her for. But the fact that she thanked you, tells me that she appreciates you putting in the effort. It’s time to do this. Let her know that you are serious about making her a priority. Now I bought everything. You go get ready and I will get her there, okay?” She says.

Bucky nods and heads out of the kitchen to get ready. He hopes that this will work. He is hoping that if anything it will show you how much he loves you and how much he wants to be with you. But he would be lying if he said he wasn’t nervous that you will reject him also. But Nat seems to think this will work, so we will see.

You are sitting on your bed, watching Netflix when there is a knock on your door. You call for them to enter and see Nat walk through the door. She walks over and sits on your bed.

“Hey honey, how are you holding up?” she asks as she sits.

You shrug, hugging yourself. “I-I miss him. But I’m still mad at him. But I want to talk to him. But I’m scared that it will end,” you say.

Nat pulls you into a hug, “Honey, I promise he has been moping in his room all week. I don’t think he has gone near her once. Steve has been watching over her, and she has been spending a lot of time in the lab, which is weird, but whatever. He told her he was done and he meant it. Talk to him,” she says.

You can’t help the tears, “Has be been... okay?” you ask.

“He misses you. He wants to make it up to you. Are you ready to hear him out, and have a conversation with him?” Nat asked.

You sigh and think about whether or not you are ready. You look at her and node slowly, causing her to smile. “Good. I was hoping that would be your answer. Now get up and put...” she ran to the bedroom door and grabs a box from the hallway she left there, bringing it back to the bed. “This on. I’ll meet you in the garage in 1 hour,” she says before leaving. You open the box and gasp.

When Nat pulls up to the edge of Central Park, you look at her in question. She nods telling you to go ahead. You get out of the car and start walking down the path. As you get closer to the clearing, you hear light music. You continue walking and finally enter the clearing where you recognize you had your first date with Bucky. You look around and see roses everywhere and candles, along with music.

Finally your eyes meet Bucky, who is standing in the middle of open space. He is wearing a navy blue suit, that matches your navy blue dress that Nat gave you. He has shaved his beard to some light scruff, that makes you swoon. His hair is cut short, and looks so soft. You see he is nervous as he waits for you to make a move.

“Hi Bucky,” you say.

He sighs and gives you a small smile, “Hi baby. I’m glad you came,” he says as he steps up to you with another rose in his hand.

He hands it to you, which causes you to smile, “Well Nat didn’t exactly give me much of a choice,” you say.

He laughs, “Yea, she has been helping me set up all of this. I’m so glad you are here. I-I wanted to... I... Baby, I can’t even find the words to apologize for being such an ass. But I’m done. I told Dot she had to deal with things herself. I told her that you were the one I want. And, I haven’t seen her since. I know that it will take a lot more than a date and begging to get you to forgive me, but I hope that we can recreate our first date because I fell in love with you that night. Not that I am expecting anything, but I owed you, and--”

You cut Bucky off with you lips slotting on his. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you impossibly close. “Bucky, I’m ready to talk. I’m ready to fix this. I’ve missed you. I love you so much, and the fact that you are doing all of this, means so much to me. This isn’t going to fix everything, but I’m ready to talk,” you say.

Bucky leads you to the table and you both sit and talk about the situation. You talk about your fears and how you felt when Dot arrived. You expressed how his actions affected you, and Bucky took everything in stride. When you finally finished going through everything, Bucky then told you how the last thing he wanted was to hurt you. He felt that he owed it Dot, because he knows how scary it is to wake up in a different time. And while he used to have love for Dot, the moment he met you and started to date you, Dot no longer held his heart. Only you.

He told you that he will never put anything ahead of you or your relationship again. After you both agreed you will move back into your room, but Bucky still has a lot of things to make up for. You then danced the night away under the stars. You both eventually make your way back to your shared apartment. Bucky surprised you with new lingerie, the same pair he ruined that night. You got a redo of that date night, and this time, Bucky made sure you had several more orgasms, before finishing himself. No interruptions, no ex’s, just the two of you reclaiming your love on each other.

Dot had been trying to figure out what she could do to split you and Bucky up for good. She knew you would be pathetic and fall for his charms again, just like all the girls from back in the day. She had to step up her game in this century though, and who better to learn from then one of the smartest men who happen to live in the compound also.

She started to spend time with Tony to learn the ins and outs of technology in the 21st century. He also taught Dot how utilize FRIDAY. showed her all the fun and cool thing that no one cared to know. Dot made sure she seemed completely excited and interested, which helped Tony’s ego and gave her more information. Eventually Dot figured out something that she could use.

She smiled when she saw both you and Bucky going into shared apartment after your date. While she hated the idea of you and Bucky together, she knew that she could use her new knowledge against you. And now was the perfect time to put that in motion.

Chapter 3 / Chapter 5

Not 100% how I feel about this chapter. I felt like it was getting too long so I cut it, but maybe I shouldn’t have. So I’m sorry if it’s not as good. But DRAMA ALERT!! What is Dot going to do? Feedback is appreciated!

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adora-but-ginger · 2 years

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Holy Ground-Ch.6

Pairings: Matt Murdock x French! Avenger! reader

Warnings: swearing, violence, mentions of killing, steve rogers (i’m still mad at him from endgame), not beta read

Word Count: ~4k

Chapter: 6/?

Read chapter five here

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A/N: My first Matt fic! I got inspo from @cressidaclearwood ‘s series, so definitely go check that one out too. Please do not repost my work. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated! Want to be added to the taglist? Let me know!

i’ve had a little writers block with this chapter, but i have the next one planned out for some pretty good shit. it’s gonna be fun to write, and angsty to read :) so here’s some calm before the storm.~L

translations will be at the end of each chapter

(credit to gif owner)

Dear Y/n, I wanted to start off by apologizing. I know that things had just started to return to a sense of normalcy for you. You and I had just agreed to start looking for him before the accords dropped, and I’m sorry for all the the events that followed suit. You’re stubborn, so I knew you would side with me and Buck. Nat and Wanda also became quite fond of you, something about you three ‘truly leading the avengers’. I never meant for all of this to unfold the way it did though. Honestly, I sometimes wish it was still the 40′s, with the biggest worry of ours being the war.

I don’t know when and if you receive this since I handed a letter to Stark as well, but if you are reading this, I wanted to clear a few things up. After you got sent to the raft with the others, the man who framed Bucky showed a video of the night Stark’s parents got killed, as well as who did the killing. I fought against him trying to explain Buck’s situation, but Tony was blinded by rage. To tell you the truth, I had a feeling that Stark would’ve killed him had I not been there. After, Bucky and I decided it would be best for us to put him in the ice for awhile to prevent anymore spirals. He’ll be out of the picture for awhile, but I’m sure you’ll be one of the first to know when he comes back.

She brushed her nose with her sleeve and sniffed, the truth of the situation hitting her.

That being said, I’m sure they’re going to be ridding the Avenger’s base of those who chose my side’s items, and I wanted to ask a favour. I know I’ve asked way too much of you already, but if you and Stark ever get on good terms once more, see if he saved anything of mine, would you? I have a few photos that I hold dear to me in there from way back when, but I also have something that belongs to you.

When we were freeing you from HYDRA, you were conditioned using similar methods as Bucky. When we raided the base they were holding you at, I found the book full of your trigger words, the words they used to turn you into their weapon, and I took it. I wanted to destroy it and meant to, but it contained other crucial information about HYDRA’s plans with their human weapons, so I hid it instead. Used the necessary information, and then locked it away.

Her breath hitched, a feeling starting to brew within. They raided the HYDRA base she was located at? Why hadn’t she known about this?

If anyone that isn’t Stark goes into my room, it’s not safe. I have it stored between the bed frame and mattress of my bed. If it gets into the wrong hands, you may not be safe. We returned all that we could to you, but compared to Bucky our time was cut short.

I apologize for the damage the split in our team caused. If you are ever in need of an emergency exit, there’s a phone being sent with this letter that has only my burner number within.

Sincerely,

Steve

Hearing the key to her and Karen’s apartment being moved into the lock sent her falling back into reality. She quickly sped to her room, throwing the manilla envelope into a wardrobe drawer before changing her clothes into her newly assigned ‘night job’ garb, and momentarily slipped into bed, waiting for Karen to call it a night before she left. She had known Steve for a long time, but it seems that when they entered a period of time that did not belong to them, he changed. Though she was found at relatively the same time as James, her goal was set on Natasha Romanoff. Nat had handled the situation a bit better than Steve, in a manner of speaking. Whereas Steve was so insistent that his friend had to remember him, Natasha hadn’t known her previously. So when the red-head had followed her back to the HYDRA base and grew aware of just who she was, she took no hesitation in knocking her out and quite literally dragging her to Fury to help. Cut to a few weeks later, and Y/n, though all that remained was shards of who she used to call herself, was finally free. Maybe that’s why she felt so close to the Widow. Natasha could’ve killed her without so much as a blink of an eye, but she chose to save what was left instead, and Y/n was entirely grateful.

But in the short time she had been fully back, not once had she heard about a raid into where she used to be kept, meaning that Steve hid this from her. All of them did.

A feeling of frustration flowed through her body. If they kept this from her, what else did they refrain from her ears? She had never even known that anyone took that book. The frustration coursed through her limbs, into her muscles, getting heavier to bare. She needed to release it, and she needed to fast. As she stood up, she opened her door to make sure that Karen wasn’t still roaming about, and then left through the window that lead to the fire escape.

Sitting on the fire escape staircase, she hoped that this diable wouldn’t make an appearance again. She didn’t care who’s side he was on, because with the mixture of what was now anger along with the chilly air of the night, she would not be pulling punches tonight.

A day had passed since Pepper’s visit. She thought her night activities would help her blow off some of that steam, but it just allowed the anger to coarse through smoother. Le diable hadn’t shown up then, which was in all honesty probably a wiser decision on his part. This morning had come and went with the radio broadcasting the appearance and turn-in of five members of the Kitchen Irish, and she couldn’t help but feel a little prideful hearing of her work. It didn’t even bother her that the public thought it was on behalf of le diable de Hell’s Kitchen, because the rush of it all made her feel a little bit of normalcy. She couldn’t use much of her powers and knew that had she people would catch on quick, but those limits didn’t stop her from going out and doing as much as she could given the circumstances.

So here she was, scaling a building nearby the warehouse of illegal dog fighters she had found, having called the nearest animal hospital she knew of to take in the dogs they had been pitting against one another down there. They should arrive within ten minutes or so, but she wanted to get to a vantage point where she could scope out any other activities while waiting for vehicle that could save the dogs’ lives.

Stepping onto the roof, she took a deep inhale.

“I can-” it slipped her mind to use her American accent, and she hoped the man didn’t hear her as she cleared her throat. “I can tell you’re here devil, so there’s no use in hiding yourself.” Sure enough, she felt the footsteps of the man in black. For the amount of violence he tended to engage in, she found intrigue in the lightness of his step. It was as if she were the wounded animal here, and he was trying to reassure her.

“You’re not new to doing this sort of thing.” He tilted his head slightly to the side. “You move with experience, and you know your strengths.” She crossed her arms at his observations.

“Did you just watch the entirely of what I just did?” She moved to re-lace her boot, glancing occasionally up at him as she did so.

“That’s one way to put it.” She deadpanned towards him.

“And it didn’t cross your mind to I don’t know, help?”

He chuckled at this, taking in the game she was starting to play. “I wanted to gauge how well you could hold your own is all. I don’t deal a lot for company.”

She cocked an eyebrow. “Well for your information I really don’t care how you think of my fighting style. I do have to appreciate this upgrade we have from punching each other to talking though.”

Silence replaced their words for a minute or two, allowing the sounds of New York to infiltrate their ears. From honking horns to people talking amongst themselves, an odd serenity could be found within it all.

He just had to break the welcomed break of words.

“You almost killed the man in charge of the ring.”

She shrugged. “I wanted to, but I figured that was too easy of a release for him. I don’t give pity to those who abuse, whether it be towards a person or an animal. I wanted him to suffer, and dying is the easy way out.”

“I’d do the same.” He inhaled in a sharp manner.

“Who are you?”

“I’m the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen.”

“And I’m a temp.”

“A temp?” He walked towards her as they spoke, slowly closing the gap that stood between them.

“A temp. Not here for long, just along for the ride.”

“How much do you know about the crime in this sector of the city?”

“You’re a very serious man.”

“Answer my question.” He spoke in a tone that she assumed came off as threatening against most, but she almost laughed at it. She wasn’t new to how men like this worked.

That being said, why not have a little fun with it?

“Not that much. My turn now for a question. Do you really go out every night to fight crime looking like that?” A small chuckle escaped her lips. “Don’t get me wrong, I dig the colour, but you remind of that one guy from that one movie.” She snapped her fingers, trying to recall the name of the film, as the Devil parallel to her cocked his head with a small frown. Her eyes widened as she pointed towards him. “The Princess Bride! The pirate, you know, oh what was his name, he’s the male love interest blond dude.”

He didn’t know how to respond to this. It was not like he could agree with her, as he had no idea what she was talking about.

“I’m sorry?”

“The guy that sword fights Inigo Mon-Westley. You’re Westley. Oh my god, were you originally a little stable boy?” He could tell she was still pointing at him, and though he didn’t know much about this new acquaintance, he found that her heart had not raised in anything but interest and entertainment since their second meeting had started.

Her voice lowered an octave in mock of his.

“But mother, I mustn’t stay haying all day, I’ve got to go knock crime lords unconscious.”

He was trying to get a read on her. Something about her was familiar, and he was sure he had heard her heartbeat before, but he couldn’t place where. He was also a little shocked at her casualty of tone towards him. He wasn’t typically familiar with this sort of banter when he was working his night job. “I don’t have a mother, and I can promise you I’ve never picked up a strand of hay in my life.”

“Yikes.” Yikes?

“Yeah.”

Silence.

“So any specific crime bosses we’re looking for?” He shook his head at the change in topic.

“There’s no ‘we’. I work alone.”

She had moved to the edge of the building, walking along the small overhanging stone on the roof.

“Well it’s either we work together or against each other, so your choice.” She was placing on foot in front of the other as she talked, hands out, balancing.

He huffed out some air. “His name is Wilson Fisk, and he knows what he’s doing.”

“Well obviously, but so do we.” He had felt her sit down on the overhang, and walked up to sit down next to her. “Hey Devil?”

He started to swing his legs back and forth in the open air. “Hmm?” He could feel her legs doing the same not too long after.

“Where did the name come from?”

The building’s emergency lights shone a reddened tone as they flickered in and out of place. A low alarm had been sounding for the past half hour at least, but it eventually became tuned out the longer it blared. She stood in the open framed doorway, spinning a knife absentmindedly in her hands, set on distracting Fisk’s head man of this complex. The two had established that she was the talker of this weird temporary alliance/partnership, whereas he tended to be more hands on. Before they had moved onto the floor she was currently on, she pointed out how entertaining it could be to taunt the men who claimed their allegiance to this Fisk guy. He had said to keep him busy until he cleared the rest of the floor, where he would then meet up with her to help get whatever they could out of the man across from her currently.

Making herself known, she cleared her throat. "This place is so dull, there’s not a thing on the walls. How do you not get bored?” The man turned at the sound of her honey laced voice, and took a menacing step her way. “I wouldn’t try anything buckaroo, one more step and your face will become very intimate with the concrete.” He froze in place, glaring at her. She shifted her position against the doorframe. “The least they could do is paint the place, I mean who wants to be surrounded by off-yellow walls for hours? I could never. Tell me, Kevin. Can I call you Kevin?” She saw him discreetly reach for something in his pocket, clearly trying to be subtle. “I think a soft lavender would be nice in here. I mean, I heard somewhere that having a positive work environment can do wonders.”

He pulled his arm out of his pocket, a gun attached to it. She had no choice but to use her speed minorly to swerve out of the way of the shots, hoping that his adrenaline was pumping enough to blur what just occurred. As the last bang rang out, she closed in, knocking it out of his hands and hitting his head with the butt of her knife. Dazed, he swung at her sloppily, and as she struck a blow to his larynx, she hit his head once more with the blunt of her weapon, sending him to the ground.

“That wasn’t that fair, Kevin.” She kicked his side to roll him onto his back, pressing her foot on top of his chest with just enough pressure to keep him there. “What got you in this position, huh? Was it money? Force?” He turned his head and spit towards her shoe. A look of appall covered her features.

“Okay, so we can add your manners to the list of things we need to workshop.”

With her foot still atop his upper body, pressing into his lungs, she sheathed her knife and bent down to pick up his shirt collar. She shifted her energy into dragging him off the floor and up against one of the squash coloured walls.

“You have a family, Kevin? A spouse, a kid, a parent? What would your mother say if she found out what your job was?”

The slur in his words was apparent as he spoke for the first time.

“Fuck you, bitch.”

She exaggerated a frown.

“Oh no, my feeling are shattered.” Before she could continue her act, she felt the footsteps of le diable approaching the room. She lifted him off the wall and slammed him back onto it. “I’ll cut to the chase then--you’re going to tell us what Fisk is planning, and you’re going to do so if you want to keep your life.”

“Us?”

“Us.” His voice of gravel made her smirk, appreciating his presence.

“Nice of you to join.”

He shrugged and walked over to the two. “What can I say, I like to make an entrance.”

“Now, Fisk.”

The man attempted to free himself from her grasp, thrashing himself back and forth. She readjusted her grip to keep the hold on the cotton material of his muscle shirt.

Le Diable moved his head towards her before settling it in the direction of the other man. “We can do this the easy way or the hard way, your choice.”

The man’s voice was filled with struggle. “You’re not getting shit out of me.”

She glanced towards le Diable, then set her gaze back to where it was prior.

“So, the hard way.” Taking her free hand she struck a blow to upwards towards his nose, an audible crack being heard throughout the room. A wail followed.

“He’ll-he’ll kill me if I say anything!”

A small smirk donned her features.

“Oh, honey, he won’t if we do first. At least with us, you’ll have some puny attempt at redemption.”

Matt widened his sightless eyes, a wave of shock rushing through him. He took a second to listen to her heartbeat, to see if she truly meant it. She-she couldn’t. This was not going to be another Elektra situation. He steadied his breathing for a moment, and was filled with relief when he heard her heartbeat spike up at the threat. She was bluffing.

“You-you wouldn’t.”

“Oh, wouldn’t I? Devil?” He felt her turn towards him, and he decided to keep up her act. He wan’t pleased at doing so, though.

“Tell us what you know about Fisk.”

The man weighed his lose-lose options, then hesitantly spoke.

“Okay, okay. I’ve never met him, but I’ve met his assistant. Curly hair, way too formal. He’s Fisk’s right hand man.”

Matt’s voice was scratchy with anger towards the bald crime lord. “Go on.”

“A-all I know is that Fisk cares more about him than anything or anyone else.”

“What’s his name?” Her voice had a sense of familiarity within it, but Matt couldn’t place where he knew it from. He had gotten this feeling about her before, and he thought that if he wasn’t just overthinking everything that his senses would at least pick up on what his mind wouldn’t. Something was...off about it, about her, and either his trust issues were showing (which could’ve quite possibly been the case), or she was really good at hiding it.

“I don’t know.” His voice was equipped with a spike of heart rate.

“Liar.” He put his hand on her arm, snapping her attention momentarily away from the pulp of a man parallel to her. “May I?”

He could tell that her face twisted up in a smirk.

“Of course. You thought I was bad Kevin? Well you haven’t met my friend.”

Within a mere twenty minutes the pair had gotten the information they needed. They were side by side now, stealthily sneaking out of the building with sound of sirens filling their ears.

“That was fun you know, we make a good pair.”

“That’s one way to put it.”

She shoved his shoulder with hers in a playful yet tired manner, chuckling. He knew he shouldn’t have the red crawling up the back of his neck at the sound, especially because he didn’t like having too many bonds with people-it was one of his biggest internal battles he was constantly at war with-but her laugh, this genuine sound, well it made him feel like a pubescent teenage boy again. He thanked God that she couldn’t hear his heart pounding against his ribcage. Or, at least, he hoped she couldn’t hear it. He didn’t quite know what abilities she had, if she even had any.

“Well I personally had a blast. Man, I haven’t felt that alive in-”

Her words faded out of his head when his senses zeroed in on her. He smelt it, the sticky red that was clotted at her side. How had he not noticed it before?

“Stop. Stop for a second.” He turned to face her, hands on her shoulders to face her. Reaching down to her waist, her knew he was right when he felt her tense at his touch. “You’re bleeding. Did he hit you?”

Confusion laced her tone at first. “I don’t think so, I swerved all of his attacks. Unless-” he felt the drop of her heartbeat. “He must have grazed me with his last bullet. Ope, yeah, now that I’m focusing on it, I can definitely feel it.” She put her hand on top of his at her wound site and hissed. “The adrenaline must have-it must have worn off. Fuck that hurts. Just-” she sucked in a breath. “-just give me a minute, yeah?”

“C’mon, I’ll go patch you up. I have some equipment back at my place.”

She nearly cut him off with how immediate her reply was. “Oh, no no, I’ll be okay.” A prick of rejection coursed through his system at her words. She must have picked up on it quickly though, because she quickly tried to rephrase. “I don’t mean no I don’t want to, I definitely do. But, I-” Another deep breath. “-I just, were both vigilantes, right? The less we about one another, the better. I don’t want to risk anything.”

He nodded his head in understanding, an overwhelming desire to change the topic consuming him before he was left to dwell on his own thoughts.

“Have you killed anyone before?”

He could feel her gaze shift from her wound, to him, then back to her wound, slowly taking his hand off of it in...caution? He quickly came to the conclusion that he probably could have worded that better.

“I...do not have to disclose that to you.” He noticed her eyes had widened, and he snorted at how she interpreted his statement.

“I didn’t mean it in any threatening sense, you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to. I was just-I’m going to stop talking now.” He exhaled a large breath.

A beat of silence passed between them, an uncomfortable tension filling the air.

Her heartbeat rose, but he couldn’t tell if it was due to the intensity of the question, or rather if it was an answer within itself.

Her voice was small when she responded and when she did, and it was like she was an entire different person in that moment.

“Would you think about me any different if I have?” He knew that she was nervous about his response, but, so was he.

Would he think of her differently?

Killing was probably the biggest act against his moral code, and he knew deep down that he might. So, he rationalized with himself.

“I guess it depends on the situation.”

Her voice cracked as she replied.

“Then yes.”

Another beat of quiet.

“Have you?”

His answer was spoken in a tone carbon copy of hers.

“Almost.”

That next day

The phone left on Karen’s kitchen table buzzed again in a vain attempt to notify her. Court was about to start, and she was no where to be seen.

8:50 a.m.“Y/n? Where are you? Matt, Foggy and I have been trying to get ahold of you all morning.” A pause. “Are you alright?”

8:52 a.m. “Y/n we’re worried about you, you kind of need to be here right now. Matt, Karen and I are going to have to go alone in if you’re not here soon. Please show up. This could turn ugly quick in the eyes of the public you’re not, you know, present for your case. Call us back. Please.”

8:58 a.m. “Y/n, it’s Matt. Are you safe? Are you okay? We can help you, we’ll find you if something happened. We know you’re fast-I’m sure with an excuse if you show up within the next five minutes you won’t be in too much hot water.” A deep breath could be heard, full of frustration and a dash of panic. “Did something happen? If you’re thinking of running, don’t. We almost have you out. Please don’t leave us.”

The calls wouldn’t reach her. Not that day at least.

Because there she stood, sirens of security wailing in an attempt to get whoever was near to listen. Her arms were raised in surrender while she stood in the room of a home she once called hers, the photos of a certain super soldier and his friends in hand.

translations:

le diable (de): the devil (of)

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baby-dr1ver · 3 years

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Stucky x Reader

The boys can be sometimes pretty jealous when it comes to the reader. It’s like a competition who kiss her more? Who makes her more laugh? ....

nonnie, stucky makes me want to wrap them in a hug and never let them leave

pairing: stucky x reader

ratinf/warnings: jealousy, doubt, sad!stucky, jealous!stucky, relationship competition, fluff at the end

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Being with 2 super soldiers was great. Sure you worried everytime they left for a mission, worried they would come back battered and bruised. But, being with them made you feel safe, and secure and loved and cherrished. You honestly could go on forever.

You, Bucky and Steve have been together for almost a year, and it’s been amazing. They were both so atnentive, caring, compassionate, loving. Except, lately it’s been a compitition between them. I can’t compliment one without making the other mad. You try to divide your time equally between them-you even started sleeping in the same bed because Bucky claimed ‘you sleep with him more!” with the biggest cutest pout.

You all were at one of Tony’s party, havibg a great time. You and Nat were at the bar, you were wearing a little black dress, while she was in a strappy red dress. You could feel the boys eyes on you, they both sat away from each other..... wierd? Bucky got up from his seat and started to stalk towards, like he was on a mission.

“Hey Buck-” You were cut off by his lips. His hands cupped your face, and yours went to his huge biceps. This kiss felt......rushed compared to other times he’s kissed you. He eventually pulled away, smirk on his face as he looked to Steve across the bar. What the hell?

“Bucky what’s going on between you two?” You questioned.

“Don’t worry about it doll” He said before he bopped you on the nose and walked away. You looked to Natasha, she gave you a ‘what the fuck just happned’ look. Waving it off, Wanda came up and started chatting. “Hey loves!”

“Wanda! Hey!” You guys hadn’t seen Wanda for awhile, her and Vis went on vacation together so, you were excited she was back. She talked about how peaceful it was, and how she can’t wait to do it again. “We’re happy for you Wanda” Natasha said with a sweet smile.

“Yeah we are! Seriously you guys-” Steve came up behind you and wrapped a arm around your middle, beer in the other. “-are uhm the uh cutest couple here.” You stuttered. God, what the hell is happening? They usually aren’t into so much pda.

Time went by without anymore hiccups when, suddenly a slow, sensual song came on. Still deep im conversation with your girls, you started to slowly sway your hips to the beat. (instert freak by doja cat)

“Hiya doll” Bucky whispered in your ear from behind. You nearly jumped out of your skin “James! You scared me!” He only laughed. “Sorry sorry,” He held his hand out “, dance with me?” How could you say no? You took his hand and he led you to the crowded dance floor.

Bucky held your hips, while you held onto his shoulders as you swayed to side. He pulled you closer, so your head went just under his chin. “You look beautiful doll” You giggled. “Are you trying to butter me up or something Barnes” He turned you around so your back was against his front, still swaying grinding,”Maybe”

Unbeknown to you, Steve was watching the whole interaction, squeezing his beer glass tighter and tighter. “Hey man, you alright?” Sam asked, as he put a hand on the super soldiers shoulder. At that moment, Steve broke the bottle, and glass went everywhere. You and Bucky looked at each other before rushing over to him. “Steve! Are you okay? What happened?” You grabed his hand that had blood running down it. “I’m fine sweetheart.” Steve said before he rudely snatched his hand from you, and gave Bucky the nastiest look. Oh that’s it.

“Alright I’ve had enough.” You grabbed Steve by his right ear, and Buck by his left and drug them into your room. “Sit down, now” You demanded as you pointed to the bed. They did so with a sigh. “Now I don’t know what the hell has gotten into you two but, someone better start talking.” They looked to each other. Trying to comunicate who was going to talk. You snapped your fingers in front of their faces, “Hey!” That got their attention.

“Sweetheart it’s not what-”

“No you don’t get to ‘sweetheart’ me Steve! You both have been acting like our relationship is a compitition for WEEKS, so what.the.hell?” Bucky sighed.

“I think we just got jealous of one another. I think we-I mean I know i felt like, Steve was getting more love than I was.”

“Yeah and I felt like Bucky was getting more.” That made tears spring in your eyes. You knelt down so you were smaller than them.

“I’m sorry that I made you feel that way-”

“Doll you didn’t make us feel that way we were just being id-” You put your hand up to stop him.

“Regardless, I’m sorry. I love you both, so fucking much. So much it’s like I have no more room in my body for it. I promise not to let you guys feel like that, ever again, okay?” You gave them a sad smile.

They grabbed you by the arms and pulled you into their laps for a hug.

“Yeah bubs, we got it.” Bucky said quietly into your shoulder.

“Course baby, love you” Steve murmered

You let a tear fall

“God, I love you guys”

a/n: writing this made me sad :(

#stucky x reader #stucky x you #stucky x y/n #captain america #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers x female reader #steve rogers imagine #james buchanan bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes angst #steve rogers angst #steve rogers fluff #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes one shot

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mviswidow · 3 years

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falling

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: cursing, alcohol

Prompt: i was wondering if i could request an imagine?? it’s kind of based off of harry styles’ song ‘falling’ whereas the reader accidentally admits she’s in love with wanda and wanda, having gone through so much heartbreak, pushes the reader away as she’s too scared to get involved with someone again, as all she’s known is loss. so, the two separate a bit until thor talks to her about it because he, too, has shared a lot of heartbreaking moments and shit and it’s not until she’s drunk (lyric: “I’m in my bed, and you’re not here  And there’s no one to blame  But the drink in my wandering hands.”) she realizes the mistake she’s made and goes to find the reader to tell them she’s in love with her too :( IT’S SOME REAL ANGSTY SHIT BUT I FEEL LIKE IT COULD BE SO GOOD. LMAOO. <3 - @cierrascorpse

Summary: R confesses her love for Wanda. Despite loving her back, Wanda pushes her away, but is convinced to go to R after the two of them have avoided each other for far too long.

A/N: this is my first songfic!! it’s ‘Falling’ by Harry Styles, in case you want to listen to it.

“You’re back!” You ran over to Wanda and hugged her, heart fluttering when she hugged you back tightly.

When you pulled away, she had a bright smile on her face even though she still looked sleepy.

“Good morning, Y/n,” She chuckled, opening the fridge to get milk for her cereal.

You smiled and grabbed some fruit before sitting on the kitchen barstool and spinning around once or twice, “How did your mission go?”

“Eh,” Wanda shrugged with one shoulder and stuck her spoon in the bowl, nudging her cereal around.

“What happened?” You frowned.

“Nothing, I just made a mistake. Steve’s kind of mad at me,” Wanda sighed, looking up and seeing you with your eyebrow raised. She rolled her eyes, “I wasn’t paying attention and I almost got shot, I got lucky that Steve was watching.”

“Oh my god, Wanda, you have to be more careful.”

“I know, it was just an accident-”

“We don’t have room for accidents. You know better than to make careless mistakes,” You interrupted, shaking your head.

Her brow furrowed, it was weird that you were getting so worked up like this, “Yeah, I do know, and I obviously didn’t almost get shot on purpose, so if you’re going to be like this then I’d prefer you just back off.”

You scoffed as your eyebrows shot up, “Why are you being so defensive about this?”

Her voice raised, “I just don’t get why you care so much-”

“Because I love you!”

Wanda’s jaw snapped closed and she noticeably swallowed before nodding, “I’m going to have breakfast in my room.”

“Wanda-”

“I don’t think us being friends is a great idea, Y/n,” She spoke softly, trying to keep eye contact for as long as she could.

Tears welled in your eyes and you pushed off the bar stool before making your way out of the kitchen, “Fuck you, too, then.”

---

From then on, the two of you didn’t talk unless absolutely necessary, which basically just meant missions and the occasional odd day where you had to talk to each other for something regarding the team.

It hurt. Really bad. Even looking in her general direction made you want to cry. The team wasn’t oblivious to the fact that there was something going on, they figured it out pretty quickly and it didn’t take long for them all to have found out what had happened.

You ended up spending a lot of time with Natasha. You were already close with her before Wanda rejected you, but you became best friends after the fact.

Having to sit through meetings while sitting across from Wanda was excruciating. You willed yourself to get over her but she was constantly occupying your mind and you saw her every day, so that was pretty hard.

Wanda also felt horribly about the situation. She’d never dated anyone before, and she loved you a whole lot, but she knew the last thing you needed was someone like her to come into your life in such a big way and leave mess in her wake.

Her heart raced when you took more than a few seconds to respond to comms and she always found herself looking around for you while out on the field, just to make sure you were okay.

Two months after Wanda had rejected you, the team was pretty fed up with the two of you. They obviously cared about your feelings but you were both way too distracted on mission and careless mistakes were happening more frequently.

That was when Steve gave Thor his own mini-mission of talking to Wanda.

He knocked twice on her door, which had her looking up from her book and opening the door with a swift movement of her fingers, “Thor,” Wanda smiled softly. “What’s up?”

“I wanted to talk to you, about Y/n,” He said as he closed the door, his usually loud voice now quiet and calm.

Wanda’s heart clenched and she bit the inside of her cheek, “Is she okay?”

“Oh,” Thor was now realizing that he might have made it seem like you were hurt. “Yes, she is- well, physically- I mean, it’s complicated.”

Wanda quirked an eyebrow up. The usual eloquent God of Thunder now stumbling over his words like anyone else, “This is about what happened between the two of us, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” He nodded and looked towards the edge of her bed. “May I sit?”

“Be my guest,” She nodded.

“Steve and I were talking about you guys, honestly, the whole team talks about you. It’s been hard to watch you guys like this, but we see the way you still care for each other. I know that you’ve been through a lot, Wanda. Losing family is harder than words could ever begin to describe, I understand that, but that doesn’t mean you don’t deserve happiness and that you can’t love the people you want to love. I see the way you look at her, we all do,” And eloquent Thor was back, apparently. “I just don’t believe you should let this pass you by. She’s a really special girl and she loves you a lot. I think you love her a lot, too, and I think you need each other. That’s all I wanted to say, I guess. I just hope you think about this more- maybe even talk to her when you’re ready, if you are.”

Wanda blinked away the tears in her eyes and nodded, “Thank you, I appreciate it.”

Thor left without saying anything else, and when the door closed behind him, Wanda pulled her pillow to cover her face and groaned. She laid there for a minute before getting up and walking to the kitchen in search of some kind of alcohol.

An hour and a half later, she was laying on her bed in pajama shorts and a red hoodie that you’d given her for her birthday sulking.

She had half a mind to cry, but she didn’t really like drunk crying, and she was far enough into the bottle of vodka for her judgement to be impaired, but not enough to not acknowledge that drunk crying was the worst kind of crying.

After months of being without you, she longed to be near you, to have fun sleepovers again, to sneak away from Tony’s parties to go up to the roof or to watch a movie, she wanted you to braid her hair and cuddle her at night and kiss her-

Before Wanda knew what she was doing, she set the vodka bottle on her nightstand and made her way to your room. She stood outside for a few seconds before knocking quickly so she couldn’t talk herself out of whatever she was about to do.

She could hear you laugh from inside your room, “Nat, did you leave something? You were here like- oh.”

Your smile fell when you opened the door and saw Wanda standing at the other side of it, “Do you need something?”

“I’m so sorry,” Wanda said, her voice breathy, her face flushed, that stupid hoodie that made her look adorable, and her hair tied back into a lose ponytail that was so messed up that it could probably barely even be called a ponytail anymore. But you could tell she was drunk.

You had to stop yourself from scoffing, “Well, you’re two months too late, Wanda.”

“I love you.”

“Don’t do this now,” You shook your head, tears now brimming your eyes. You didn’t want to put up with this when tomorrow things would be back to how they had been.

“Y/n/n, I’m serious. I love you so much,” And tears of her own threatened to spill. “I feel so guilty, as I should, but I just- I was really scared, and I thought that I was going to fuck things up for you, and that’s the last thing I wanted to do. I love you. I’ll say it a million times if that’s what it takes to convince you. I want us to happen.”

You sniffled and wiped away a tear that was starting to run down your face. All of a sudden Wanda was starting to sound really sober. “You promise?” Your voice broke, and you bit your lip, willing yourself to not make any noise.

“I swear to you that I love you,” Wanda smiled softly, bringing her hand up to cup your cheek, wiping away another tear that fell.

You leaned into her touch and closed your eyes for a moment before opening them and being graced by a soft smile on Wanda’s features.

“I would love to kiss you now but I want it to be good and not when I’m kinda drunk, so can I just sleep in your room tonight instead?” She asked hopefully, longing to hold you.

“Please,” You nodded and stepped forward, hugging her for the first time in two months. “I missed you so much.”

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I came back for you

Word count: 2123

Genre: Angst but happy end

Pairing: Natasha x gn!reader

Warnings: Abusive prison/government (let me know if I need to add any)

Request: Hey, so this is kind of a weird request, but could you do a Nattie x Powered! Reader during Civil War, where Nat, of course, is on Tony's team, and the Reader is trying to keep the peace between the two teams. Maybe the government takes (Y/n) and puts her in a shock collar like Wanda's because they think she was on Steve's team? Sorry this is so weird . . .

Summary: You are neutral in the fight, or so you think before you are told you can't be and are taken away with the rest of Cap's team.

A/n: Thanks @thewidowsghost for requesting this! Honestly I didn't plan on writing anything or posting anything today but I saw that I had a little bit of this done and to be honest my day has sucked so I needed a distraction and this worked perfectly. Also I could someone tell me how the formatting looks? I'm trying the new beta editor and I think I'm doing things right but idk. Anyways I hope you all enjoy!

As you take in the scene that surrounds you you can’t believe that you once considered everybody to be a big weird family. Certainly none of them are acting like it now. It breaks your heart to see them on opposite sides, throwing themselves at each other because apparently their personal beliefs are more important than their friends.

Neither of them are right or wrong in your opinion. There’s too many factors and both options suck, it’s the government’s fault for placing the team in this situation. However you are not happy with the way anyone is handling it, especially Steve, Tony and Natasha. Both Tony and Steve are acting based on what they think is right without considering the other sides to the story, although you can’t say that’s surprising coming from them. You do know that they genuinely do care for others but they can be very hard headed and neither of them like to be wrong.

It’s Natasha who you’re most disappointed in though, you thought that she would be a better negotiation, helping ease the tension but she’s out there fighting like the rest of the idiots. You thought that she would agree with you and try to bring together the two sides.

You narrow your eyes and zoom in your vision to the far side of the airport where you see Spiderman. You have no idea who he is but you can tell just by looking at him that he’s only a kid and it was irresponsible of everyone to let him be here and to fight him. You use your superspeed to get to him quickly and take him out of the way of flying cars and leave him by the side where it should be relatively safe.

“Stay here.” you tell him.

“But-”

You glare. “Stay here.”

You rush off before you can make sure he listens because you can hear a grunt of pain from Rhodney. He’s lying on the ground with Tony standing over him and Sam a few meters back. The fight seems to be ending now, you see the plane leaving and the rest of the avengers start to gather but it doesn’t matter because the damage is already done. You don’t know exactly what happened but it looks like a freak accident, somehow nobody’s fault and yet everybody’s fault for getting into this situation in the first place.

The mood is weird, as if everybody is holding their breath and taking in what they’ve done. In the background you can hear trucks pulling up and footsteps follow soon after. The first man grabs Wanda and she blasts him back lightly so he falls down. Immediately a circle forms around her, everyone pointing their guns. Clint takes a step in, raising his arms and trying to calm the situation down but the guns shift to him and one agent steps forward and roughly grabs him, forcing his wrists into cuffs.

They go for Sam next and he looks pissed but lets them cuff him without comment. Scott looks completely confused and out of his depth. You don’t know him but it’s obvious that he is not trained for these types of situations and is in over his head.

It’s Wanda that makes your heart break the most though. She’s like a little sister to you so seeing the tears in her eyes and the terror on her face as the agents move in to cuff her makes you want to wrap your arms around her and promise it will all be okay. But you can’t, that would be a lie because everything is not okay and trying to hug her would only make things worse.

The agents start to move away, leading Cap's team to their trucks to be taken away. One of them turns back and notices you, murmuring something to the agents beside them. Before you can even understand what is happening they are right back and grabbing at your arms roughly. Naturally you try to pull away but they are strong and once you realize what is happening you stop struggling.

“I didn’t pick a side,” you try to explain, “I was just trying to make sure everyone was okay.”

“You didn’t sign the accords and therefore have no right to be here.” one of the men tells you. You look towards Tony’s team for help but they all seem to be busy. Tony and Vision are trying to make sure Rhodney is okay and the kid is luckily back where you left him. T’challa is shaking hands with one of the agents and although it makes you sick because of the way they are treating some of the others you understand, he does have a country to run and his people must come first after all.

Natasha is the only one not doing anything and she meets your eyes. You silently beg her to do something, anything against what is happening. She stares you straight in the eye and shakes her head. You actually shiver at how cold her look is because you never thought that would be directed at you, you thought that the two of you were close.

“I’m not going to help you Y/n, you made your own choice and I made mine.” Is all she says before turning away. You watch her back as long as you can as you are led into the trucks, wondering how everything went wrong so quickly.

---

Nobody talks. You aren’t even sure if you’re allowed to. There is no way what they are doing is legal but who is going to argue with the government. A secret prison built just for enhanced individuals and imprisoning people without trial isn’t right. You were neutral before but the more you see of how the government operates the more you start to lean towards supporting Steve and the rest of his “team”.

You shift slightly because the shock collar is getting even more uncomfortable. Wanda is wearing one too, probably since the two of you are the only ones that have powers unrelated to technology and suits. She looks smaller than ever in her cell and you close your eyes because if you continue to look at her you know you’ll end up crying.

Nothing changes throughout the day until you hear the door creak open. Everyone glares when they see it’s Tony and he and Clint share a few words before Tony practically begs Sam for information. Sam’s reluctant but gives in, seeing that Tony is sincere and knowing that although he disagrees with Tony it’s not really his fault that you’re all here, it’s the government’s.

When Tony leaves things go silent again for a few hours. You haven’t been fed since you’ve gotten here, you realize, but you aren’t hungry anyways, your mind can’t stop picturing the fight, being arrested and most of all Natasha’s attitude towards you. It hurts even more than you would like to admit. You considered her your best friend but you also had feelings for her and you were dumb enough to think that just maybe she felt the same things about you. Obviously that is completely untrue and you wonder if even your friendship was a lie.

“How long do you think we’ll be stuck here for?” Wanda asks finally and although her voice is quiet you wince at how it breaks the silence.

“I don’t know kid.” Clint responds. “Too long. My wife is going to kill me and my kids-”

He stops himself, getting a little choked up which surprises you. You’ve never seen him this emotional before.

“I already miss my daughter.” Scott adds on and there is a moment of understanding that passes between the two of them.

“I don’t have my own family but I’m going to miss my sister.” Sam says. “She probably won’t even find out what’s happening until it’s on the news, if the news even covers it.”

“I miss the team.” you add. “Before this fight, we weren’t perfect but I considered everyone family.”

“So did I.” Wanda says and you all take a moment to miss what used to be.

“I miss pizza.” Sam jokes, trying to lighten the mood. It works and soon everyone is adding on ridiculous things they miss and things they want to do when you get out (you can’t even think about the fact that the “when” might actually be “if”).

Your eyes snap to the door when it opens and everyone shuts up immediately. You look warily at Natasha, unsure of why she’s here. Maybe the government sent her in to interrogate, god knows she is amazing at that and you honestly wouldn’t be able to not talk to her, as much as you’re mad at her right now.

She doesn’t speak, going straight towards Sam’s door and kneeling down, fiddling with the lock. After a few seconds it clicks and the door swings open.

“When did you switch sides?” He asks, raising his eyebrows, impressed.

“I don’t pick sides, I do what makes the most sense and right now breaking you out is the right thing to do. Besides I’m wanted now too, apparently the government doesn’t like it when you aid fugitives in escaping.” she responds smoothly, moving onto Wanda’s cell and repeating her actions until it opens.

“Do you know how to take the collar off?” she asks and Sam nods. He gets to work while Natasha moves on. Both Clint and Scott pass at her offer of freeing them. They both look like they’re itching to escape but you respect that they’re putting their families first.

You’re surprised by how emotional you get when she unlocks your cell. You thought she didn’t care about you so to have her here now is amazing and makes you feel bad you ever doubted that she would do the right thing.

“Y/n, it’s okay, I’ve got you.” she tells you as she undoes your shock collar carefully, doing her best to not hurt you.

“I-I thought you didn’t care about me anymore.” you admit, a single tear dripping down your face.

She wipes it away with her thumb. “Oh sweetheart I care about you so much, more than you could ever know and I want you to always remember that, promise me.”

You nod, sniffing. “I promise Tasha.”

“Good because I came back for you and I will always come back for you.” she says, leaning in closer. You look down at her lips as she continues to lean in because she is so close and it seems like she’s going to kiss you.

“Glad to know Y/n was the only reason you came back.” Sam says, smirking. You love him but you also want to strangle him right now, that bastard could totally see what was happening and ruined the moment on purpose.

Natasha flips him the finger but otherwise ignores him. “Steve and Bucky are waiting in the jet outside, I was able to dismantle alarms and cameras but we only have a few minutes left so follow me and be quiet.”

She grabs your hand as she moves out of your cell and you walk with her, the others trailing behind slightly. The halls are clear and it’s only a few turns before she ushers everyone into a vent. It’s a tight squeeze but you make it through and you pop out to find sturdy wires attached to the side of the raft coming from a nearby jet. Wanda and Sam each take one and their wires retract, pulling them into the jet. You gulp nervously, heights are definitely not one of your favourite things.

“We have to go Y/n.” Natasha whispers just as alarms start to sound, the noises loud with flashing lights.

You take a deep breath and grab the remaining wire and once you’re secure Natasha grabs it too. Closing your eyes tightly so you don’t look down you feel a strange whooshing sensation before it disappears and your feet touch down on the jet floor.

“So what next?” Sam asks once you’ve all collected yourselves, directing his question at Steve.

“We lie low and try to help as best we can.” he responds, sighing heavily. “We’ll figure out the details as we go, what matters is that everybody is safe.”

Natasha holds your hand again and squeezes it tightly. “And that we are together.” she whispers into your ear so only you hear.

You squeeze her hand tightly back. Your relationship with her has gone through a rollercoaster of a day and is mostly undefined but she’s right, all that matters is that you’re together now and you wouldn’t rather be with anyone else.

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