Starbucks Endgame Ending
1384 unedited words that I wrote at midnight last night as an avid Stucky shipper still salty about Endgame
Also...
HI! I’m semi-back. Not gonna be back for much longer, maybe a few months. I have a lot of news about my life if anyone is interested, but if not that’s cool. I know it’s been a hot minute and I promised things that never happened. Maybe I’ll do them now! We’ll see. Enjoy this surprise that I didn’t think I’d post, but I had a random urge to get back on here and post something!
Warnings: Uhh...a few injuries, I guess, and fluff??? Kinda??? I honestly dunno what this is. Don’t come at me for it being a downgrade. I haven’t edited it, I’ve barely reread it from writing it last night. Just wanted to say hi and post again. I miss you all!
Everything happened so quickly. Helicopters appeared, cars drove up, agents filing out and around the team.
Steve felt gross and tired and he hurt, but they won. They won and it was all okay.
Most of them were flighted back to Manhattan, to the Avengers Tower since the Compound was in rubble. Tony was already drawing up plans for a new one. Everyone was separated to be patched up. Steve and the other five originals were herded into a room to be debriefed, which was stupid. To their surprise, Nick Fury was there with news about reorganizing SHIELD.
Steve sat there in slight disbelief. He didn’t expect thanks or any special reward or anything, but they just went through the biggest fight of their lives. Couldn’t they get some time off before being shoved into politics again?
With the government down their throats, wondering what happened, the captain really didn’t think they’d get a break, but Fury stepped up after nearly six hours of meaningless debates and debriefs that Steve and the others were falling asleep during, and decided to let them go. Steve was never more grateful.
They checked in on everyone, finding most of them and congregated on the main floor, lounging around, in conversation about the past five years.
Tony immediately broke off to hug Peter, the kid having been talking to Carol animatedly. Thor reunited with Loki and the other six Asgardians who came back to the Tower - Heimdall, Valkyrie, Lady Sif, and the Warriors Three, as Steve recalled. Bruce was also pulled into that group. Clint stepped aside to call his family, bringing Natasha, who he hadn’t left the side of. Steve looked around for the one person he wanted to talk to, but he couldn’t find him. Instead, he moved from group to group, eventually getting into a conversation with Tony, Nat, T’Challa, Carol, and Thor about what the next move was.
“I’m gonna take off soon,” Carol said. “There’s a lot of other planets that are going to need help pulling things together.”
“You can plan something with the Guardians.” Tony suggested, nodding over to the group that was spread out making new Earth buddies.
Carol scrunched her nose up, before shrugging. “Yeah, I probably will. The more the merrier and all that. What are you gonna do?”
“I have Asgard to help set back up.” Thor declared, smiling over at his group. “But I have a feeling I won’t be needed there for long, so I’ll be back shortly.”
“And we get to have meetings with the UN.” Natasha sighed, rubbing her temples. “So much fun.”
Steve crossed his arms, leaning against the kitchen island they were near, letting his head bow. “It’s not going to be easy, but it needs to be done. Hopefully we can get things sorted to a certain degree by Christmas. Get people home to their families.”
Tony frowned. “I know they said no one’s allowed to go-”
“I think everyone deserves at least a couple weeks off.” Steve reassured him. “We’ll meet back here-”
“Nah. The new Compound should be done in record time. By Thanksgiving.”
“Alright, well, we’ll meet back at the Compound, then. Everyone. Probably sign a few things that everyone agrees with. Hopefully get things structured enough that we won’t be needed.”
“Nick’s already on it.” Natasha gave a small chuckle. “He hasn’t even been back for 24 hours and he’s already got the government in a headlock.”
Tony nodded. “I don’t think I’ve ever been more grateful to that man.”
“He’s a good guy.” Carol agreed with a grin. “So…what about the people?”
“Yeah,” Steve sighed. “We have to do head counts. Or at least the governments will have to. And the team will have to be set up. I don’t even know who we have here right now.”
Natasha shrugged. “We got separated before I could really see. But it seems most everyone’s down here socializing. I’m surprised we’re all on our feet, to be honest.”
Tony yawned, stretching his arms out. “You can say that again. I’m beat.”
“Yeah, me too.” Steve admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m really just waiting on the confirmation that everyone’s fine.”
Every time he heard the elevator ding, he looked over wishing to see him, but he hadn’t come yet. It scared him. What if he ran off again in the midst of all this chaos? What if this whole Snapping business scared him off? Steve wouldn’t blame him if that was the case, of course. He wished he could run away too.
The four continued the conversation, but Steve was spiraling a little bit. Now that everything was slowing down, hearing the laughter and seeing the relief in his team as he looked around, he felt…weird. Like it hadn’t really hit him-
Ding!
Or at least, it hadn’t until he walked in.
He was gorgeous. He’d showered, his hair washed, the dirt previously stamped on him washed off. His skin was littered with bruises and cuts and stitches, but so was everyone else’s. He was laughing, actually laughing, Sam walking beside him, a hand on his shoulder (his other arm in a cast). Peter, like a little puppy with his tail wagging, ran over to talk to them.
It was like a tidal wave crashed into him. Steve saw his entire life, every scene involving that man, flicker through his mind. Every up and down. From the moment he was eight years old getting saved from a group of older kids by a tiny nine year old, to their first dance, their first kiss, his mother’s passing, their apartment, their late night arguments, their early morning make ups, the fear of the War, the missing piece during the USO show, keeping warm in a cold tent, wet socks, the train, the heartache, the cold…and now. Here. Flashy lights, mind blowing technology, new friends, new family, new foes, aliens, betrayals, secrets, politics, robots, experiments, running, dying, living, crying, laughing…
He couldn’t stop the tears that came flooding down his face. He vaguely registered Tony’s concerned voice, but he was running. He was running faster than he was sure he ever did. He felt like a kid, bones rattling, muscles aching, lungs hurting, but it didn’t matter, just like it didn’t matter back then. Because his destination was worth it. He’s always been worth it.
“Bucky!”
The brunette caught him, arms holding him up as the blonde clung onto him, legs winding around his torso. Steve buried his face in Bucky’s neck and did something he hadn’t done in a very long time.
He sobbed.
He cried and cried, fingers gripping onto Bucky’s soft t-shirt, not caring about the others around. Not caring about the persona he’d built all these years. Not caring about the shield, or Captain America, or the Avengers, or Thanos, or anyone. He didn’t care. He had Bucky. He had Bucky.
Bucky fell to his knees, holding Steve just as tight, one hand wrapped around his back while the other rested in golden locks, arms cradling him protectively.
“Stevie.”
It was whispered into his hair, a simple word, but for Steve it was everything. He was everything.
They were boys again, Steve crouching down to Bucky’s level, the brunette holding his scraped up knee with tears in his ears. Bucky climbing into bed with a sick, tiny thing, holding him to keep him warm and promising to never let go so long as Steve didn’t, either. Two boys comforting each other after nightmares. After losses. After fears turned reality.
Bucky and Steve. Steve and Bucky.
“Don’t leave. Please.” Steve whimpered, tightening his grip as if it were possible to get closer.
“I’m right here.” Bucky reassured him, pressing his lips against Steve’s temple, eyes clenched shut.
Pulling away from Bucky’s throat, Steve held the brunette’s jaw so tenderly, eyes wide and teary. Bucky sniffed, having cried a few tears himself, before giving that charming smile. It was like a breath of fresh air; one he hadn’t taken since 1941.
“I’m with ya, love.” Bucky murmured, setting his forehead against Steve’s. The captain laughed, a sob mixing with it.
“‘Til the end of the line.”
“You better believe it, punk.”
Steve shoved him, saying, “jerk”, before pulling him back in, this time for a kiss.
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౨ৎ simon 'ghost' riley | reader
synopsis: soap accidentally finds out about simon's girl.
tags: fluff, romance, simon is a big baby !! let us all accept this fact, soap and his assumptions, uh bad jokes, very rushed fic, crack ?, reader can indeed fix simon
Soap isn't sure when his assumptions started, nor is he sure how it got to Gaz and Price himself.
Maybe it was when he started to notice that Ghost left base whenever he could. (How come ye never leave base? It's a hassle havin' to go back and forth for nothin', Johnny.) Maybe it was the smudged color of red and pink on his balaclava, the lingering perfume on his hoodie, or his new wallet taking the place of one that was once worn out.
"Wha's yer favorite perfume, LT?"
"My enemies' sweat and tears."
(It's well-known that despite the fact that Ghost does consider the 141 to be his family, he keeps his personal life very private and away from them. They respect that, in turn, but let's face it, Soap is nosy.)
Really, it was an accident. Soap swears it was!
He just happened to be passing by his lieutenant in the bar where the team had all gone to celebrate a wreck of a mission that they've managed to successfully finish. Truly, it was an accident when his eyes caught a glimpse of Ghost's new wallet, and he really, very much so did not mean to watch a little too long – long enough for it to open and reveal a hefty amount of cash and a small square of colors, barely noticeable.
Soap's feet move before he could quietly search for more.
"Got a new wallet, aye?" He slides beside the taller man smoothly, just as the Brit had grunted out another order of Bourbon. Ghost hums in acknowledgement.
"Y'got a crush on me or somethin', Johnny?"
Soap chuckles even if the other does not. "A just happened tae see it. Fancy little thing."
It doesn't take long before Ghost disappears into the night, but the Scot swears his pace was a bit faster than usual when he left the awfully-smelling bar, and Gaz would be lying if he said he didn't see the little picture of a pretty bird tucked away in his scarily huge lieutenant's wallet.
It's not that Soap often makes bold assumptions about people and their personal lives, not when they're out of reach from him, but can you really blame him for thinking that the words 'Ghost' and 'girlfriend' do not sound right in the same sentence? Would it be considered an assumption this time if he'd seen the photo himself? Surely, his superior isn't some perverted freak who keeps an image of a breathtaking woman he randomly found in his private items. Uh, he hopes not, at least.
"Bullshit!" is what a drunken Soap yells when the Brit nonchalantly discloses to the team, without hesitation, that he is simply not interested in dating. He spills everything he's gathered in the past few months, from the smallest hints to the biggest; the unfamiliar strand of hair on Ghost's hoodie to the wallet from months ago.
"A'm no crazy!" Soap convinces no one as he's ushered back to the barracks for making such an insane assumption about the lieutenant in his unreliable state. Ghost's lips curl up into a smirk against the cold glass of Bourbon in his hand, sat back and relaxed with his legs spread wide.
Call him a big baby (he is) for making a fool out of his sergeant instead of just telling the truth and bragging about his angel to the others, but can you blame him? He just wants to keep you tucked away in his pocket, away from everyone else. What are you talking about, lovie? 'Course 'm not ashamed of you. You're just too pretty for them, is all. Gotta keep m' girl safe, yeah?
Besides, they don't have to know the way Simon melts into the nook of your neck when he gets home from deployment or know that he uses your lavender-scented shampoo. And no, it doesn't matter that Johnny knows. It's his word against the lieutenant's. He spares his LT and turns a blind eye this once.
When the time is right, Simon is sure to properly introduce his heart to his unspoken family. For the time being, he just wants to keep you his pretty little secret.
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