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midastouch013 · 30 days

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Stupid in Love

This was requested, but I'd deleted it by accident

Natasha Romanoff x Reader (pronouns not specified)

Summary: Based on Stupid In Love by MAX and HUH YUNJIN

Warnings: Just fluff, and a singular argument

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You lounged on the couch in the Avengers compound, idly flipping through a magazine while Natasha Romanoff, the infamous Black Widow, meticulously cleaned her weapons nearby. There was something oddly comforting about the rhythmic clinks and clatters of metal against metal.

"You know," you remarked, without looking up, "most people have hobbies that don't involve disassembling firearms."

Natasha chuckled softly, her focus still on her task. "Well, most people aren't trained assassins, darling."

You glanced up, meeting her gaze with a smirk. "Touché. But you could at least try knitting or something less lethal."

She set down her gun, finally turning her attention fully to you. "And risk losing my edge? I think not."

You laughed, shaking your head. "Fair point. Wouldn't want you to lose that edge, Natasha. It's what makes you so… dangerous."

Natasha raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in her eyes. "Dangerous, huh? Is that what you're into?"

You shrugged, feigning nonchalance. "Eh, I've always had a thing for danger. Keeps life interesting."

She smirked, moving closer until she was standing right in front of you. "Well, lucky for you, I'm full of surprises."

Your breath caught in your throat as she leaned in, her lips tantalizingly close to yours. "Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful," you whispered, your voice barely above a murmur, the words slipping out almost unconsciously as you found yourself lost in her gaze.

There was a flicker of something in Natasha's expression, a hint of shyness that you hadn't seen before. She seemed almost… flustered.

You cleared your throat, trying to push down the sudden surge of nerves. "'Cause feelings are so hard to fight," you continued, your voice a little stronger now, "Know it's a little soon, maybe," you added, your heart pounding in your chest, "But I'd go anywhere you take me. Long as you're calling me, baby," you finished, your voice soft but steady.

And in that moment, as Natasha's lips met yours in a gentle kiss, you knew that crazy or not, there was nowhere else you'd rather be.

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Two Years Later

You sat together on the balcony of your shared apartment, the lights of New York City casting a warm glow around you, you felt a surge of affection for the woman beside you.

"Hey, Nat," you began, turning to face her with a playful smile, "Let's get married in Vegas."

Natasha raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement dancing in her eyes. "Married in Vegas?" she echoed, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

"Yeah," you said, excitement bubbling up inside you. "We don't need a guest list, or fancy invitations. I don't wanna think too much," you continued, your voice eager and laced with anticipation. "Let's just do it, you know? Keep it simple."

A thoughtful expression crossed Natasha's face as she considered your suggestion. "I like the sound of that," she admitted, reaching out to gently thread her fingers through yours.

"And," she added, "Let's get matching tattoos while we're at it. I don't wanna think it through," she continued, her voice filled with the rare excitement at the prospect of marking the occasion in such a permanent way.

Your smile widened at your suggestion, a spark of amusement lighting up her eyes. "Matching tattoos, huh? I suppose I could be persuaded."

You grinned, feeling a surge of affection for the woman who had captured your heart, giving her a soft kiss. "Baby, I'm so stupid in love," you confessed softly, against her lips.

Natasha's smile softened, her gaze holding yours with an intensity that took your breath away. "I know the feeling," she murmured, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to your lips.

You both sighed softly, a hint of disappointment lingering in the air.

"That's not happening anytime soon, is it?" you murmured, a touch of resignation in your voice.

Natasha shook her head, her expression reflective. "Unfortunately not," she replied, her tone tinged with regret.

You shared a fleeting glance, a silent acknowledgment passing between you. The demands of your roles as Avengers often meant putting personal plans on hold.

"But hey," you said, offering her a small smile, nudging her in the process, "at least we have each other."

Natasha's lips curved into a gentle smile, her eyes softening with affection. "Always"

So stupid in love with you (stupid in love, I'm so stupid in love)

I'm so stupid in love

So stupid in love with you (stupid in love, I'm so stupid in love)

I'm so stupid in love

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The sun hung low in the sky as you waited for Natasha to return from her mission. The anticipation bubbled within you, and as you heard the familiar sound of her footsteps approaching, you couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement.

"Hi, you came," you greeted her with a bright smile, unable to contain your joy at seeing her safe and sound.

Natasha's eyes softened as she met your gaze, despite her tense shoulders, a fondness evident in her expression. "Babe, I've been waiting for you all day," she replied, her voice warm with affection as she closed the distance between you.

"So lean my way," you continued, reaching out to gently take her hand, "and let me just take away all the pain."

A soft chuckle escaped Natasha's lips as she allowed herself to be pulled into your embrace. "I know it's a bit soon for vows," she admitted, her voice soft but earnest.

With a mischievous twinkle in your eye, you reached into your pocket and pulled out a pair of paper rings, presenting them to her with a cheeky grin.

Natasha's laughter rang out, a melody that warmed your heart as she slipped one of the paper rings onto her finger, mirroring your actions. "Only you would come up with something like this," she remarked, her voice filled with affection. "Paper rings are good for now," she added, a playful glint in her eyes.

"But know, I'm already down the aisle," you grinned, as you gave her tense muscles a massage, "'Cause I'm so stupid in love."

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A few years had passed since that day on the balcony when you had jokingly presented Natasha with paper rings. Now, standing side by side with her in front of your closest friends, you couldn't help but marvel at how far you'd come. The love between you had only deepened with time, and today, you were ready to take the next step together.

Clint and Yelena stood beside Natasha, offering her their unwavering support. Wanda, Bucky, and Pietro stood with you, their presence a reassuring presence in this intimate moment. Alongside them were Steve, Tony, Bruce, Kate, Peter, Pepper and America , each one there to celebrate your love.

You were dressed in a sharp suit, feeling a bit out of place but immeasurably happy nonetheless. Natasha, in a simple yet elegant dress that was far from a traditional wedding gown, looked radiant as ever.

The setting was lowkey, just as you both preferred. There were no extravagant decorations or elaborate ceremonies—just the people who mattered most to you, gathered together to witness your union.

As Steve, your friend and mentor, stepped forward to officiate the ceremony, your heart raced with anticipation. This was it—the moment you had been waiting for.

"Let's get married in Vegas," you whispered to Natasha, reminiscing on when you had dreamed of this together. "We don't need a guest list, or fancy invitations. I don't wanna think too much."

Natasha's eyes sparkled with joy as she met your gaze, a smile gracing her lips. "Let's do it," she replied softly, her voice filled with love and anticipation. "And let's get matching tattoos," she added with a playful grin. "I don't wanna think it through."

You grinned back, feeling a rush of love for the woman who stood before you. "Baby, I'm so stupid in love," you whispered again, tears of joy forming in both your eyes.

As Steve declared you as wife and wife, you both leaned in to share a sweet kiss, sealing your vows in front of your friends and loved ones.

After the kiss, you and Natasha exchanged a knowing look before slipping out of the ceremony, hand in hand. Together, you made your way to a nearby tattoo shop, where you sealed your bond with matching tattoos—a simple yet powerful reminder of the love that bound you together.

And as you left the shop, your fingers intertwined and the ink still fresh on your skin, you knew that this was just the beginning of your journey together. With Natasha by your side, you were ready to face whatever the future held.

After the whirlwind of your wedding day, you and Natasha found yourselves on a plane bound for Paris—a city of romance and enchantment, the perfect backdrop for your honeymoon adventure.

As the plane soared through the clouds, you couldn't contain your excitement, your heart fluttering with anticipation for the journey ahead. Beside you, Natasha's hand found yours, her touch grounding you in the reality of this new chapter in your lives together.

"Book a flight to Paris only one way," Natasha teased, a playful glint in her eyes as she leaned in closer to you. The words hung in the air, a bold declaration of your shared commitment to exploring the world together, accompanied by a hint of mischief that made your heart race even faster.

A smile tugged at your lips as you met Natasha's gaze, the depth of your love reflected in the depths of her eyes. "What'd you think about sharing our last name?" you teased back, your tone light and playful.

"I think I'd like that," she replied, her voice filled with mock seriousness, before breaking into a grin. It was a response that spoke volumes, a playful acknowledgment of the bond you shared and the joy you found in each other's company.

"Let's get straight to 'I do,'" Natasha continued, which led to you grabbing her by the waist and planting a firm kiss

"I'm sure we already did that babe"

"Mhmm" She mumbled against your lips, "And I'm so happy we did"

"And now its our honeymoon" you said, half reminding yourself that this was real.

"Hey, what do you say we skip the touristy stuff and go straight for the thrill? Bungee jumping off the Eiffel Tower, perhaps?" she proposed with a grin, her adventurous spirit shining through.

Your eyes widened in surprise at her suggestion, but a thrill of excitement coursed through you at the thought of experiencing such an adrenaline rush with Natasha by your side.

"Alright"you agreed

"Seriously?"

"I don't wanna think it through," you grinned, knowing that if you did think, you would probably not do it.

And later that night, while the whole of Paris was asleep, you found yourself on the top of the Eiffel tower, with a cord attached to you.

"Baby" you said as second thoughts began to race through your mind.

Natasha, however, paid no heed to your nervousness, shooting you a mischiveious smirk before plunging

"See you on the other side, babe."

"I'm stupid in love" you screamed as you followed, plummeting towards the ground below.

So stupid in love with you (stupid in love, I'm so stupid in love)

I'm so stupid in love

So stupid in love with you (stupid in love, I'm so stupid in love)

I'm so stupid in love

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"You never listen to me!" Nat's voice rang out, "All you care about is yourself!"

The accusation stung, and before you could stop yourself, a retort slipped past your lips. "Maybe if you weren't so controlling, I'd actually want to listen!"

The words hung in the air, heavy with resentment and hurt.

"I can't do this anymore," Natasha finally said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Maybe we made a mistake."

The words hit you like a punch to the gut, and before you could stop yourself, you lashed out. "Maybe you're right. Maybe we never should have gotten married. Maybe I should've never even come home"

"Go, I never asked you to come," Natasha shot back, her tone cold and cutting.

"Yeah, I will," you replied, your words laced with defiance as you yanked open the door and stormed out into the night.

For a moment, the air was thick with tension as the door slammed shut behind you, the sound echoing in the empty room. In the silence that followed, both you and Natasha stood frozen, the weight of your words hanging heavy in the air.

But as the moments passed, the gravity of what had just transpired began to sink in. And with hurry in her usually solicited footsteps, she rushed forwards to the door

At the same time, you turned around, pushing the door open, the soft click echoing in the silence of the room.

Without a word, Natasha stepped forward, closing the distance between you with hesitant steps. And as she reached out to you, a silent apology in her eyes, you knew that despite the hurt and the anger, your love for each other was stronger than any argument.

With a heavy heart, you took her hand, allowing her to pull you into a hug. Tears glistened in both your eyes as you held each other close, the weight of your words still lingering in the air.

"I'm sorry"

"I'm sorry too," Natasha murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, "I never meant to hurt you."

You nodded, your own apology catching in your throat. "I know," you whispered back, your voice filled with emotion.

"But, I'm scared" she finally admitted, as she pulled away, her eyes searching yours for reassurance, "So tell me right now, before we come down,"

"Come down?"

"Can we make it work, baby?" she iterates

You grab her hands in yours, smiling at her softly" Let's find out."

Can we make it work baby? Let's find out

Tell me right now, before we come down

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A Year Later, On Your Anniversary

Feedback echoed as you tapped on the microphone, drawing the attention of the crowd.

"Um, hi everyone," you began, your voice wavering slightly with nerves. "Thanks for being here tonight to celebrate with us."

You inhaled, " So, um-, I'm not the greatest at these kind of stuff, that's more of Tony's thing"

" I'm going to assume that's a compliment" Tony quipped, sipping on his glass of wine

"Assume whatever Stark" You quipped"

" So, uh-"

Before you could continue, Yelena's voice rang out from the crowd. "Are you sure you're ready for this?" she teased, a playful smirk on her face.

You shot her a playful glare. "Oh, absolutely," you retorted, your tone dripping with sarcasm. " I've managed to save your careless ass on missions, pretty sure this pales in comparison"

Wanda who had observed this playful banter, couldn't resist a playful jab herself. "You're not going to chicken out, are you?" she teased, a smile playing on her lips.

You rolled your eyes, but a smile tugged at the corners of your lips. "Of course not," you replied, a hint of amusement in your voice. "I'll make sure to add 'amateur singer' to my list of talents."

With a playful wink to Natasha, who watched you with a fond smile, you took a deep breath and addressed the crowd one last time. "Before I expose my singing skills , I just want to dedicate this song to the most amazing woman in the world—my beautiful, brilliant, and sometimes infuriating wife, Natasha,"

That earned you a playful glare from your gorgeous wife

" This is Stupid In Love, by, well, be me"

You strummed the first few chords on your guitar

"Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful

There's something about your eyes

Tell me these feelings are mutual|

'Cause feelings are so hard to fight

Know it's a little soon, maybe

But I'd go anywhere you take me

Long as you're calling me, baby

They can all call us crazy"

Your eyes remained on Natasha's, her eyes, too, never leaving yours.

"Let's get married in Vegas

We don't need guest list

I don't wanna think too much

Let's get matching tattoos

I don't wanna think it through

Baby, I'm so stupid in love

Book a flight to Paris only one way

What'd you think about sharing our last name?

Let's get straight to "I do"

I don't wanna think it through

Baby, I'm so stupid in love

So stupid in love with you (stupid rather, so calm down, stupid in love, I'm so stupid in love, we could make it happen)

I'm so stupid in love

So stupid in love with you (stupid rather, so calm down, stupid in love, I'm so stupid in love)

I'm so stupid in love

Stupid in love with you (stupid in love, I'm so stupid in love)

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful"

Safe to say, that night, roles were reversed, and you were treated to the melodious voice of Natasha.

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endexe · 3 years

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❝ This is your favourite kind of cake , right ? ❞ — @hisflaws

PAXTON FURIOUSLY NODS AT THE QUESTION WITH A “ MHM ! ” , STILL POKING ON THE GLASS IN SHEER EAGERNESS . The moment Max took them to the cake section in the bakery store , as their pinky finger holds onto his , ( they made a promise earlier that Max would get Paxton one of the BEST cakes to exist ! ) with their free shaky hand , they have been constantly pointing at the vanilla and chocolate cake with sprinkles all over it , gazing at him with a grin , gentle eyes shining brighter than ever . " I - I - I loooveee ANYTHING that have - that have vanilla and chocolate to- toge- together ! “ They kindly remind him , looking back at the cake and their eyes squint at the realization . . . A snort at themself . “ OH , and same wi- with sprinkles ! Sprinkles make me - make me very , very , VERY happy too ! . . . Do you lo- love - love sprinkles as well , Dad ? “ They ask him , their head tilting to the side . “ They remind me of rain- of rainbows ! And rainbows are just as won- just as WONDERFUL as sprinkles are ! “

THEY KNOW THAT THEY ARE RAMBLING ABOUT RAINBOWS NOW , though they know , too , that Max loves them enough to listen to them well , as he tries to ask the cashier for the wanted cake and write their name and half birthdate on it , so they continue with endless delight . “ You know , rainbows make me thi- make me think of us — I mean , not just us but . . . The Parish family us ! “ They stop poking on the glass to wave their hand at the door’s direction as to emphasize , though they then keep it to their side , still talking with a small smile . “ Momma Red [ @hermarks ] is . . . red ! “ They giggle at the obvious . “ Momma Nat [ @vicedamaged ] is or- is orange ‘cause , ummm , she seems very clo- close to Red . . . Do - do you - do you you know that she sometimes wanna sta- sta- stab you with a - with a knife ? “ Uh . . . Paxton bounces on their heels before they sheepishly move on , “ An- an- ANYWAYS , Liv is yellow , Ant is green , Cas is blue , Pax — me is pur- me is purple , and Max — YOU are vi- vi- violet ! “

PAXTON LETS GO OF MAX’S PINKY FINGER SO THEY CAN HOLD HIS HAND PROPERLY , gives him a lil’ squeeze then as their voice falls more quiet . “ You and Momma Red are - are each - are each other’s happiest beginnings and ends ! And . . . and you have all of us in the middle , ke- ke- keep us happy and safe . . . “ Without thinking , they lean closer to Max , scarred arm against his own and softer gaze on their hands still held together . ( People often asks me : Do I like vanilla or chocolate ? I wonder why can I not have both ? Vanilla and chocolate ? Togetherness is a happy thing . Vanilla and chocolate together makes me think of Red and Max or Red and me or Max and me . Nat or my siblings can be with any of us as well . . . No one will ever have to go alone . ) “ So . . . yeah , I - I - I love this cake so much , Dad . . . I love - I love you and our rainbow family so much . “ They hide their face on Max’s shoulder , nearly hugging him , and they tear up thinking that he did get them one of the best cakes to exist , as he so promised to them .

#( GODDDDD THIS GOT SO LONG THAN I THOUGHT BUT PAXTON JUST KEPT ON RAMBLING )#( AND I LOST CONTROL OVER THEM AFTER THE FIRST PARAGRAPH SGJSDKGHDSBKG )#( ANYWAYS I....................... am G O N E !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! )#╰┄┄┄・ ༉ ‧ ₊ ˚ ✧ : 4N5W3R . / /#hisflaws #( featuring... )#hermarks #vicedamaged

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smalltowndetective · 3 years

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Patience

Here it is! The 22nd request! Hope you guys enjoy!

And thank you to @thesapphicgeek for letting me use your detective! Hopefully I did Max justice! :D

Ao3 Link (All requests can be found here!)

Title: Patience

Pairing: Nat and Maxine “Max” (thesapphicgeek’s detective)

Words: 1k

Prompt: #1- “I’ve been waiting a long time”

Sometimes, the best things in life happened unexpectedly.

Which was something that Maxine had been told a couple of times over the course of her twenty-seven years on this earth, but she never had put much stock in it before.

And then what would had seemed so simple at the time would grow into something that had more weight and strength then she would ever be able to understand.

What was that hidden blessing exactly?

The arrival of Unit Bravo, that’s what.

It was still crazy of her to think just how special the team would become to her in the relatively short time they had been together, but that was hardly where it started, where she had been luckier than she would ever be to understand.

This feeling’s exact cause was easy to see, at least in Maxine’s eyes.

Agent Natalie Sewell, second of command in the Unit, and the woman who had seemed to grab her piece of her heart with a single gaze.

She had been intensely attracted to her almost from the first few moments that they met, and this attraction grew deeper into true feelings the more that she got to know her.

As if it was always meant to be, a deep flowing love that continued to just grow over the months that they knew each other, only helped by the recent founding of their relationship.

Starting it when they did was the easiest decision that she had ever made in her entire life. They both knew how deeply they felt for each other, why should they wait? There was so much left to explore in a relationship together, and it was something that she had never wanted more.

Now, it almost seemed silly just how shy she was when they had first met, since there was no reason to really be, and certainly not around Nat. It was so easy to feel comfortable around her, the more romantic side of herself that she had thought had long disappeared from her long ago coming back in full force.

Being with Nat had even brought back her love of books, well, the motivation to read again. Her love had never really left, but it had been pushed to the back of her mind, promising that she would pick on a book on a rainy day that never came. Often, with her job and the like, she had told herself that she was simply too tired to do so, but now, she looked to make time, in any way she could.

Talking with her about them was the push that Maxine needed, a push that she had wholeheartedly adored. Trying to find what she would think that Nat would like in return, going over her small bookshelf in her apartment, doing her best to carefully select one, as if giving her a piece of her soul in return.

And perhaps of speaking of showing her soul, maybe that was why she had invited her over to her place in the first place, the dark colored furniture and metallic pieces giving the room a cool feeling, almost like a cave, but it had always had a comforting feeling to her.

Having Nat in her space was something that she wanted, as if a sign of trust for her, and it only seemed fitting just how naturally she fit there, as if she had been here forever.

The lazy afternoon sun was just starting to peak through the windows, adding much more to the room then Maxine would have ever originally thought it would.

It was something that she would have never would have noticed before, but perhaps there was wisdom in looking for the small things in life, being perhaps the sweetest.

Speaking of the sweetest…

She had waited so long to find someone like Nat, not even really realizing that she was doing so. A part of her had believed that it was simply way too far out of her reach, even if she was not aware of that side until recently.

But now however…

No looking was needed, just simply her being there in the right place at the exact time that she needed her, just never knew it.

And now indeed she was here, right before her, curls of her dark brown hair framing the kind features of her face, her long eyelashes gracefully over her gentle eyes as she read the book in front of her, and it was all that she could to just sit and marvel at her, a smile seeming to cover her face without Maxine even needing to think about it.

Sliding next to her on the couch next to her, to which Nat perked up as she did so, and while she said nothing at all, it was amazing all that she could say in a simple eyebrow raise and the slightest quirk of her lips.

“You’ve been thinking about something”, she said, the almost elegant refinance of her voice still there, moving her head closer to hers until it was almost resting onto hers.

“I suppose I was”, Maxine replied, closing the small gap between them, “But I suppose that we always thinking about something, are we not?”

Nat actually chuckled at that, “I can’t argue with that”

A flash of seriousness came over her face as she gazed back into her eyes, “Do you want to know what’s been on my mind recently?”

“You know I do”

“There has something that has occurred to me recently, something that I think I can put in words”, she began.

“And that is?”

“I’ve been waiting a long time for you”

Maxine blinked in surprise, but she tried to hide it as best as she could, feeling all words die on her tongue, silently wishing she could just as good with her words as Nat was.

“And now that we have each other, I won’t let anything tear us apart”, she promised, a weight to her voice that had her believing every word.

With no idea what to say that could possibly put her feelings in any rational order, she leaned further to kiss her, hoping that was enough.

From the way that Nat leaned back into it, the answer was more then enough for her to know exactly what she meant by it all, the comfortable bliss all that the two of them needed.

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what-is-your-plan-today · 4 years

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Stark Spangled Banner Ch3: You can miss Something, but not want it back...

Summary: Steve opens up to Peggy about his feelings towards Katie and after an emotionally charged afternoon things heat up between the pair, but it all goes horribly wrong.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark

Warnings: Bad language (no smut, yet, but will be down the line) A bit of angst and both Steve and Katie being huge dumbasses

April 2013

“You know, you need to find someone you can experience all this with.” Peggy looked at her picture frames on her nightstand, “So you can have as many memories as I do.” her gaze returned to Steve and he wondered if she could possibly know about his feelings towards Katie, those feelings that had been growing stronger and stronger over the past few weeks.

And then when she asked the next question, he knew she did.

“How’s Miss Stark?” Peggy asked, her eyes twinkling and Steve looked at her as a wicked smile crossed her face. He rolled his eyes.

“Peg…”

“I’m just asking a question!” She teased.

“We’re just friends.” he sighed.

“hmmm” the old lady said thoughtfully “Still a bloody idiot when it comes to women, I see.”

He shook his head, a small laugh escaping him.

“I can tell you like her, the way you talk about her.” she pressed

“I do, I like her a lot, but she’s my best friend. Nothing more.”

“Alright, I’ll take your word for it.” she lay back on the pillow “Thousands wouldn’t.”

“Just a good I don’t need to convince thousands…” he leaned back in the chair, raising an eyebrow at her.

“No, just yourself.”

He sighed.

“Talk to me Steve.” the old woman smiled. He took a deep breath.

“I don’t know, maybe…ok not maybe…I do like her you’re right, but it’s just so damn complicated.”

“Why?”

“We’re from different places, times.” he sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“Do you always have to be so dramatic?” she laughed

“You know, I’m getting tired of you calling me that.” he teased and Peggy laughed again.

“Because you are!” she shook her head, “Steve, I get it, you’re old…but, you’re not.” “Well that’s not confusing.” he rolled his eyes.

“What I mean is I have lived through these times, seen the world change, a lot of it for the better. Don’t let your life pass you by because you’ve still got one foot jamming open the door to the past” she smiled

“I know.” he sighed “You know, sometimes I think I want my old life back, when times seemed a lot simpler.” “But then she wouldn’t be there.” Peggy raised her eyebrows. “You can miss something and not want it back, Steve. Just tell her how you feel, for goodness sake.”

“I don’t want to make an idiot of myself” he shook his head “If she doesn’t feel the same then-“

“Then at least you’ll know, and won’t live the rest of forever adding to that huge, great list of ‘what ifs’” the old woman shook her head “You’ve been given a second chance here Steve, don’t waste it. Barnes would be so mad at you right now.”

Steve had to fight a smile as he knew exactly what Buck would be saying now,

“If you don’t ask her out, punk then I’m gonna…”

Suddenly a memory flashed in front of his eyes. The evening Peggy had walked into a pokey London boozer in that red dress, the one that had Bucky practically drooling and Steve’s crotch twitching slightly.

“I’m invisible…” Bucky moaned, turning back to the bar as she left, having just basically asked Steve to go dancing when the fighting was over “I’m turning into you…”

“Never mind pal, maybe she has a friend…”

“You know, I’d like to see her again one day?” Peggy spoke, jerking him out of his thoughts “Katie, I mean.”

“Really?” he asked. Peggy had mentioned she had met Katie several times years ago, when she was a very small girl. Peggy and Howard had remained close until his death.

She nodded “Especially if she’s as like Howard as you say.” “Alright, I’ll bring her in one day.” he said, before his phone beeped.

“When?” the old woman pressed.

“Were you always this impatient?” Steve quipped an eyebrow at her as he opened the message. It was a call in. He sighed “Soon, I promise.” he said, before standing up. “Sorry Peg, I gotta go. Duty calls…”

*****

The mission was the retrieval of a stolen piece of Chitauri technology that had, according to Romanoff’s intelligence, been auctioned to some Arms traders operating out of Jordan. They were to intercept the piece of technology before turning over the dealers to the authorities. They were up against it here, time wise, and for that reason everyone had boarded the jet with no real plan of what they were actually going to do, Steve had been thinking about it and studying the files since the jet took off. He and Natasha had the bones of a strategy planned out, they just needed to flesh it out with the team.

“We’re at altitude…” Evans called from the cockpit “Auto pilot engaged. ETA I hour 34.”

Everyone moved from their seats and crowded round the display as Natasha gave them a rundown of what they were up against.

“The main exits are here and here…” she said, spinning the blue prints round on the holodisplay. Katie frowned, her mind working fast “Evans and I can position ourselves here…” before she pointed to the right of the screen “That should give us a clear view of most of the grounds but there’s a blackspot here…” and she moved her hand to the left, circling the bottom corner.

“Well I’ll just have to keep them away from there…” Steve said, and Katie glanced at him, his eyes flashing with humour. Their eyes remained locked, before Steve swallowed and he looked back round. “There should be a clear run from where we touch down to the lawns…” he cleared his throat.

“Sure.” Katie said, nodding and making a show of looking at the detail, even though she wasn’t. Her mind was spinning. She’d been picking up signals from Steve for a few weeks now, signals that he might feel the same way as she did. The glances he gave her, the smile he would flash her that made her feel like there was no one else in the room. The gentle touches, the way he would lift her legs on movie nights so they were laying across his lap, how he would throw his arm round her when she’d lean into him, moments like the one that had just passed… but then, he made no effort to take things further and she wasn’t about to push him into anything. If there was something there, he had to decide, had to make the decision he was ready to move forward.

And Katie wasn’t sure he ever would be.

"Rumlow, I want a STRIKE perimeter set up around the site. Cover that blackspot. “Steve looked at Rumlow who nodded "The weapon is our main priority but I want a clean sweep so they don’t have chance to do this again. Then I want you and Rollins with me and Romanoff inside to flush them out. Stark, Evans you to take down anyone who looks like they might break the perimeter, non-lethal if you can.”

Katie turned to Evans who nodded at her, the pair of them sharing a fist bump as he winked at her. Evans was a brilliant partner, and a good friend at that too. They worked well together.

The rest of the journey was spent pouring over blue prints, and once they reached the point where they could land safely, everyone was confident they were prepared as much as they could be. Whether that would be enough, was a different question.

Natasha and Steve slinked off into the shadows, heading to the building. There were 2 armed guards on the door but they had the element of surprise and took them out easily.

“Ok, we’re in…” Steve spoke. “Get ready, as soon as they see us they’ll make a run for it.”

Katie listened from her vantage point, a tall oak tree that overhung the South East side of the property, rifle trained, ready.

“I count 6…” Natasha spoke

“At least 3 are armed.” Rumlow added

“Any sign of the weapon?” Katie asked.

“Negative…”

Katie kept her attention on the spot she was covering, and had to fight the giggle that threatened to erupt in her throat when she heard Steve utter, quite possibly, the cheesiest line he could have come out with when their team burst into the room.

“Auction is over Gentlemen” he said, "Where’s the Weapon?”

There was a split second and then all hell broke loose. Gun fire erupted in the ears of everyone listening on the comms along with the familiar sound of vibranium clanging off surfaces and people alike.

“One is making a break for it…” Rumlow yelled and Katie stiffened, raising her rifle slightly “Along with a case, it must be the weapon.”

“In persuit.” Nat responded.“

He’s armed…” Steve shot back. “Someone cover her.” more gunfire and clanging rang out as Katie watched the door she was covering, not once breaking her line of sight. Suddenly it burst open and the man with the case flew out, shortly followed by a shock of red hair. But as Katie watched her sharp eyes picked up movement in the shadow and someone barrelled at Natasha taking her down.

“Shit!” Katie said “Romanoff’s got company…”

“I’m handling it…” the red head said, jumping up.

Katie paused, before remembering the main operative.

“I’ve got no shot…” Evans said

Katie wheeled round and located the man in her sight, cocking her gun she exhaled sharply, and pulled the trigger. Seconds later he hit the floor, clutching at his knee.

“Hostile down…” she said, allowing herself a little smug smile before her attention turned to Natasha, who now had her target in a choke hold. He went limp and then she released him, dropping him.

“Well handled Widow…” Katie quipped.

“You do know that I can kill a man in 25 different ways, using just my hands, right?” Natasha replied, making her way over to the man with a bullet in his knee cap.

“25?” Katie muttered, “I can think of, what, like 8, max?”

“Clearly you lack imagination, Nova…”

Once Steve was happy that the inside was clear and everyone was rounded up and secured, he made his way outside and headed over to where Natasha was kneeling over the briefcase. She opened it and grinned up at Steve, the black, silver and purple metal shining back up at them.

“The package is secure.” Steve smiling at Natasha, “Alright, Good job team. Rumlow, tell the Authorities they can move in, clear this lot up.”

“Sure Cap.”

“She’s good.” Natasha said, watching Katie joined Evans where he was crossing the lawn, the two exchanging a hi-five before they made their way back to the jet.

“Yeah she is.” Steve nodded, allowing his eyes to follow Katie for a moment a she walked across the grounds.

“So when you gonna ask her on a date?” Nat asked, turning to him as he picked up the case and they made their way back to join their team, the local police now swarming the place meant they were no longer needed.

“Seriously?” he looked at the red head rolling his eyes “We’re in the middle of an op and you ask me that?”

“Well first off the op is over and second off I’m just trying to help. I see the way you look at her, like there’s no one else in the room…”

Steve floundered for a response. Was he really that obvious, or was Natasha simply that observant. He settled for a shake of the head, and an exasperated sigh.

“You were trying to fix me up with someone from accounts not long ago.” he said.

“Yeah that was before I decided Stark is a better match “ she shrugged, walking up the ramp to the jet.

Thankfully, Steve was spared responding as the jet was loud with cheering, the team all crowding Katie, taking turns to slap her back and congratulate her on a shot well taken.

Katie couldn’t help but grin as she removed her utility vest, before holding her hands up “Ok, guys, thanks but…it was a team effort…”

She felt a hand drop on her shoulder and she turned to Steve “If you hadn’t taken that shot he would have got away.” “All in a day work Cap.” she smiled.

“I mean it.” he looked at her “You’re the best shooter I’ve seen since Buck.” He gave her shoulder a squeeze before instructing Evans to get them back to base.

As they flew back, Rumlow was engaging Katie in a conversation about a date he had had the previous weekend. Steve wasn’t really listening, but as Katie threw her head back in a genuine laugh at something Rumlow had said, gently nudging the man in the arm, it felt like someone was digging knives into his chest as the waves of jealousy crashed over him.

He glanced over at Romanoff who raised an eyebrow at him having seen the exchange and mouthed the word “just fucking ask her” and he looked away, irritated.

Steve wasn’t a chauvinist by any means, but he was getting fed up of women bossing him around.

***** May 2013

The start of May brought with it a week of nothing but rain. And it was during this week that Fury dropped a bombshell on Steve. The Smithsonian wanted to curate an exhibit about him, and SHIELD along with the Government thought it would be a good idea. Steve wasn’t entirely sure how he felt to be honest. He knew the world was fascinated with Captain America, but he wasn’t sure how he felt about them knowing about him, about Steve Rogers.

So this was how he’d ended up taking a trip down memory lane in an office at the Triskellion, surrounded by boxes of his belongings that had all been in storage, things he had long forgotten he had. He’d found his mother’s old ring, the one his father had bought her when they left Ireland, a few books which Katie told him were first editions and probably worth a fortune, a couple of old records, a stash of Photos which Katie was currently digging through and something that made his breath catch when his hand closed around. His compass, the one containing Peggy’s photo.

Katie had paused at the next photo. She smiled down at the handsome blonde Captain and his good looking brunette Sergeant, both with jaws that could cut glass, both laughing at something. Frankly Katie thought it was adorable

“Steve…” she turned to face him. He looked up and she gestured him over. He obliged and she held out the photo for him. He glanced down, a small smile crossing his face.

“Can you remember what you were laughing at?”

"Yeah they had us doing this info documentary type thing, for the people back home.” He said clearing his throat taking the photo. “We were laughing at how utterly ridiculous and staged the whole thing was, like we would ever let press near our actual ops…”

Katie reached for the next photo and this one made her heart stop completely. Steve was on the left, looking at something that the man to his right was showing him on a screen. And that man needed no introduction.

“Dad…” she breathed out as Steve peered over her shoulder.

“He was a good man your father” he said, smiling back as he thought of Howard “If a little… wild.”

“Wild? Dad?” she raised her eyebrow

“Yeah, he errr, liked to fondue…” Steve said, as he thought back to that conversation when he had thought fondue was some kind of innuendo for what Stark and Peggy got up to on their private time

“It’s just bread and cheese my friend…” Howard had said, clapping him on the shoulder.

“Really? But I thought…“

"Well that’s your first mistake pal. The minute you think you know what’s going on a woman’s mind is the moment your goose is well and truly cooked…”

The smile at the memory crossed his face as he took the photo off Katie.

“Wow, melted cheese…what a rebel” she snorted sarcastically.

“Well I thought it was…never mind,” he smiled, absentmindedly turning over the compass in his hand and he opened it again, glancing down for the first time.

“Peggy?” Katie asked, looking down at the compass

“Yeah” he said, snapping it shut and then he looked at her. And then he decided that the time was right, he wanted to take her to see Peggy. Not just because Peggy had asked, but because he wanted to. “Would you like to meet her?”

“Me?” Katie asked, surprise in her voice.

“Well yeah, you’re a big part of my life now and I know she’d love to see you again” he shrugged, as if it was no big deal. But it was a big deal to him.

“I’d be honoured” she replied, and she meant it. Peggy had been important to her father, and she was curious to meet the woman that had held her best friend’s heart. Steve beamed back at her, thrilled by her answer and as their eyes locked, he felt that warm feeling as the butterflies in his stomach woke up.

******

They sorted his belongings into 3 separate categories- things for the museum, some more stuff to take back to his apartment, and the remainder to go back to storage before they headed over town to see Peggy. Giving Katie assurances he wouldn’t be long, he entered the room first, leaving Katie, who was feeling quite nervous, waiting outside.

She didn’t know where the nerves were coming from, after all she had met Peggy when she was a young child, but since her Parents had died she hadn’t seen her at all. Katie had a suspicion, however, that was more down to Tony deliberately putting as much distance between them and their Father’s past as possible.

Inside the room Steve quickly told Peggy where he had been and she smiled when he told her about the museum and the photos, quipping that she would quite like to see that when it was all open.

“That is if they ever let me out of this place” she said, “I swear breaking out of Alcatraz would be easier.”

He chuckled at her joke. “Well, today I brought someone to you so you don’t have to plan an escape just yet.”

The old woman instantly brightened up and beamed up at him. "Katie?”

Steve smiled at her excitement and nodded “Yeah.”

“Well don’t leave me waiting, again!” Peggy shooed him to the door and he stood up, opening it. Katie spun to face him, her hands wringing each other and he gave her what he hoped was an encouraging smile.

“Come on…” he held the door open. Katie took a deep breath, quelling her nerves and stepped into the room, Steve’s hand gently falling to her back as he guided her over to a seat by the bed.

It was easy for Katie to see that Peggy Carter had been a good looking, powerful woman in her day. Her eyes were bright, hair was set in curls and she had a sort of regal quality emanating from her. She shrewdly eyed the brunette, before she chuckled and looked at Steve.

“Good grief!” Peggy smiled, looking back at Katie “Forgive me my dear, but you really do have that Stark look about you, but an awful lot of your mother too.”

Katie relaxed instantly and smiled back. “So I’ve been told. It’s an honour to meet you ma’am, again. I’ve heard so much about you.” “Please, call me Peggy” she smiled reaching for her hand “And I’m so pleased to see you again, it’s been a long time.”

Katie smiled, taking Peggy’s hand as the old woman continued.

“Steve talks about you a lot.” Peggy smiled and Katie glanced up at Steve, raising an eyebrow as he inwardly groaned, taking a deep breath.

“Peggy…” he warned, somewhat exasperatedly.

“What?” she asked innocently “I’m just saying…” she turned to look at Katie “Steve says you’ve been a good friend to him since he came out of the ice. I’m glad he’s had someone.” “He’s a good friend to me.” Katie replied, smiling “Keeps me on the straight and narrow.”

“You mean I try to.” Steve teased, and he saw Peggy smile as he was sure Katie was rolling her eyes “She’s a law unto herself this one Peg, not unlike you were!”

“He’s very sensible…” Peggy said in a loud whisper to Katie, before the old woman levelled him with a look, her eyes flashing mischievously. “But I want to know, Steven, why on earth haven’t you taken this gorgeous young lady dancing yet?”

Steve groaned and looked at Katie, feeling the heat rush up his neck and into his cheeks as he could do nothing but mouth the word sorry. Katie’s cheeks also flushed a shade of pink and he looked away as he replied, dodging the question.

“I can’t dance…you know that…”

“You just need the right partner.” Peggy looked at him, eyes locking onto his meaningfully. He swallowed again and Katie instantly picked up on his discomfort, she wasn’t stupid, the dancing thing clearly meant something and unless she was mistaken Peggy was implying something to do with her. Katie took pity on him and decided to save him his embarrassment so she spoke, breaking the moment.

“Well I won’t be much of a teacher, I’ve got 2 left feet.” she said, casually causing Steve to smile slightly shooting her a side glance.

*****

Steve would be lying if he said he hadn’t been slightly worried about introducing the two. The woman who had been his first love meeting the girl he was harbouring feelings for in the present could have been awkward for him, but it wasn’t. Katie had laughed and joked with the old woman, often at his expense but he hadn’t minded. In fact, he had enjoyed it. But that’s what Katie did. She made people feel better, at ease, knew what to say and when to say it.

And he’d decided there and then, buoyed by how well the meeting had actually gone, he was going to ask her out on a date. Today had brought everything into focus for him. Peggy was right, he couldn’t move forward and take the second chance life had given him if he had one foot in the past, one eye over his shoulder, and one part of his brain constantly wondering about what could have been.

Katie, meanwhile was locked in her own thoughts. The meeting with Peggy had put her slightly on edge. Not because of the old woman, in fact it had been amazing to meet her, but something about Steve changed as they left. It was almost as if he was putting up a guard. She told herself it was normal, he was bound to feel confused after visiting his old flame and the whole thing with the museum, but part of her couldn’t shake off the feeling he was hiding something, and she didn’t like it.

She wasn’t an idiot. Steve and her had grown closer over the last few months and she knew to many it would be considered more than what you would dub a normal platonic relationship. She also knew, however, that he had ghosts in his past unlike any she’d ever dealt with before, which was what was making this entire situation ridiculously complicated.

She was pleased to see, however, that as they neared his apartment he relaxed and suggested that watch a film. They were still discussing which one as they climbed the 3 flights to his apartment.

“No.” he immediately deadpanned when she suggested watching the remaining Saw ones before he rolled his eyes when he clocked her grin. He hated those films, and she knew it “Why don’t we start Star Wars? We never did get round to it…"

“Providing you don’t start the debate about which episode we begin with because if so I’m not sure I can be bothered trying to explain it again…” “I just don’t understand why you don’t start with 1…” he took the opportunity to tease her as he slid the key into his lock.

“Because you don’t” she said exasperatedly and he smirked at how easy it was to rile her when it came to films. ”It ruins the surprise and plot lines. You go Episode 4,5 and 6, then we hit 1, 2 and 3….”

They both turned as his neighbour, Kate walked onto the landing, bag over her shoulder, clutching a pile of mail..

“Hi Steve.” She smiled, unlocking her door.

“Hi Kate.” he smiled, before he turned to Katie, who he realised had never met the woman before “This is my neighbour. Kate this is,”

“Katie.” she extended her hand, smiling politely.

“Katie Stark, I recognised you…sorry.”

“It’s fine” she said, still smiling. There was a pause and the faint sound of a phone could be heard. "Sorry… I gotta’ get that.” She said quickly making her way into her apartment. “Goodnight Steve.”

“Night Kate.” He said in response. When he turned back around Katie was waiting, smirking at him.

“You’re as bad as Natasha.” He rolled his eyes, closing the door behind them as she stood front of him, kicking off her shoes.

“What you mean?” she asked walking through the small cloak area and into the hall way, heading straight for the kitchen and into his fridge.

“She keeps trying to set me up on dates” he sighed watching as Katie pulled 2 beers from his fridge.

“Who with?” Katie asked, frowning slightly, and she felt her neck and ears growing warm as the green eyed monster stirred.

“Pretty much anyone she can.” He snorted as they walked back into the living area.

“And none of them are…” she pressed, and he sighed.

“No.”

“Can I ask you something?” she sat next to him.

“If I say no are you gonna ask me anyway?” he looked at her. “Yeah” she said after a pause. He snorted and gestured for her to go ahead.

“Peggy and you…how far did you actually get…I mean…”

Oh Jesus…

He contemplated brushing this one off, but then he realised he couldn’t lie to her, and he didn’t want to.

“We were supposed to go dancing.” He said gently, turning to face her, his right hand curling over the back of the sofa and she immediately understood then what that moment in the Nursing home had been about. “Like on a date. I’d never been before, never found me the right person. And then I ended up in the ice before we got the chance.” He paused shook his head, “I know it’s dumb but…”

“It’s not Steve…” Katie said, and at that she felt the tears prick her eyes. The emotion of the day completely overwhelming her. This man, this wonderful man had been denied the opportunity to live his life how he should. Robbed of his best friend, his love and all because he’d done what he could to keep people safe, serve his country.

“Hey…” he said, looking at her frowning as he noticed she was getting upset. “What is it?”

“I hate that all that happened to you.” she said softly, “That you never got chance to do all those things, that you never got your dance or your happily ever after. You deserve more.”

“Doll.” he sighed, gently wiping away a tear with his thumb “Taking that plane down was my choice. Don’t cry over it, please. I hate seeing you upset.”

And he did. Her face was made for smiles, her eyes should be happy and shining, not full of tears. “Sorry.” she said, dipping her head, and then before he could stop himself he reached out gently and his finger tilted her face back up to look at him.

Ocean blue met emerald green, and Steve felt his insides coil tightly like a spring. Katie’s eyes bounced across both of his and the distance between them was growing shorter, and shorter…

And then there was a knock on the door. Katie waited, willing him to ignore it, wiling him to show her he meant this and wasn’t just an emotional wreck, looking for comfort somewhere…but instead, Steve closed his eyes, dropped his head and unfolded himself off the couch.

Cursing internally all the way to the door, Steve wrenched it open a little harshly and took a deep breath at the blonde at the other side.

“Sorry to interrupt…” Kate said, handing him a letter “But this was in the pile of mail I got before.”

“Oh, thanks…"

“Enjoy your film.” Kate smiled and Steve nodded. “Have a good evening.”

The sound Steve bidding his neighbour goodbye shook Katie out of her trance. She needed to get out of there. It had been an emotionally draining day, and she sure as hell wasn’t going to let her arms be the ones he was in, merely seeking comfort.

The door clicked shut and Steve turned and headed past the doorway to the lounge and into kitchen, dropping the bill on the side. He rest his hands, palms flat on the cool surface of the kitchen counter, hanging his head slightly and taking a deep breath. He was in deep.

“I’m gonna head home.” Katie said and he turned to look at her, his face falling. No, he didn’t want her to go. But instead of telling her that he merely nodded.

“Ok.”

Taking that as all the confirmation she needed that he’d simply been swept up in a moment, Katie was out of the front door as fast as she could be, leaving Steve stood alone in his flat, rooted to the spot, disappointment, anger, hurt lancing through his body like red hot pokers.

Outside the rain had started again, so Katie didn’t waste any time in getting to her car. She managed to start the engine before she felt the tears spring forth. Slamming her head against the head rest in frustration she wiped at her face. She had told herself after Grant that no one would ever get so far under her skin again, but Steven Grant Rogers had succeeded in breaking down every single goddamned barrier she had put up.

And she couldn’t bring herself to hate him for it.

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nadacwriter · 4 years

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OCtober (Belated) Day 4: Ambush

Part of @oc-growth-and-development‘s OCtober!

This one is going to be Delstran related, and it will go into the practice of dueling; specifically, a training session between Natalie and Marion.

Words: 1,201

Natalie knew her mother was crafty...one doesn't become 'America's finest duelist' without skills, after all. And she knew Mam carried that title before her. Still, confidence was key. If you go in thinking you'll lose, you'll lose. Go in thinking you'll win...you'll also lose. Go in thinking 'anything can happen' though...that's the secret ingredient. Because anything CAN happen in a duel. There's no rules other than no outright fatal spells, at least not at Natalie's level of competition.

As Natalie stepped out into the training yard, she flicked a button on her sleeve; a raven black cape, filled with badges, lines, and patches. It denoted great skill, and marked her out as a duelist to be reckoned with. She stood at her line, and drew her wand, unique even to the few on this continent that used them; an ebony wood shaft that tapered to a point, her preferred wood and color, as well as a decorative yew handle stained in green and cut to mimic leaves, as her family crest. Each end of the handle was wrapped in a gold-painted ring, and a 'pommel' of sorts was fashioned in ebony wood; a sign of wealth. The Gaines showed their wealth in bizarre ways.

Natalie sighed, moving some of her hair out of her face. “...okay, mam.” She said, “I know you're here somewhere. You and I BOTH know that this wouldn't pass in regulation, you can quit hiding.” She said, sounding more annoyed than angry. She was supposed to be practicing to be a better duelist, not to play hide and seek with her mam all day. So she waited…

And waited. And waited some more.

This was getting to be worrying. Nat knew that her Mam's pranks weren't supposed to take this long to really get going. Nat wondered if maybe she'd just forgotten? Between being a duelist, a mother, a humanitarian, an activist, sometimes things got lost in the shuffle. It wasn't her fault, of course, but-

“OI!”

Shit.

That wasn't mam.

Natalie found herself surrounded in seconds. Camu, of course. The camo jackets and masks told her as much. No sign of Mam, meaning they either killed her or didn't see her, most likely the latter.

“We got you now, Witch...” their ringleader stepped up, his hair was well tailored and his hands were clean, he wasn't someone accustomed to work, “Now you're coming with us. Or else.”

Natalie stood her ground. She was stanced. She was ready to fight. She knew what those men were holding, what they were meant to do. And hat they wanted with her. But she didn't want to show her fear. It was clear she was a little bit nervous, really. How tightly she gripped her wand, how she was sweating slightly at the brow. Though, she didn't show fear in her voice.

“I'm not a witch.”

“You got a wand like one, and the cape and everything.” Said the ringleader, getting closer. “You tellin' me you're not a witch?” “I'm a Wizard. Learn the difference.”

The group laughed, some of them with devilish smirks. The ringleader, also laughing, continued.

“No difference to us...magic is an inherently evil practice, which makes you an inherently evil person. Don't forget how you got those powers, witch.” “Her eye's red, Max! Be careful!” Said one of the men with guns.

Another responded, “Ask her about those scars she's got!”

Ma shot an eye to the two of them, a glare that conveyed a message of silence.

When he turned to face Natalie once more, she'd stepped back. Any distraction was a good one. She huffed and slashed her wand, at a fair distance from Max.

Max would have made fun of the swing being too far, had he not fallen down on the ground, coughing and grunting. He rose up to his feet, shaking as he brought his hand to his cheek. He pulled his hand back, noticing blood on his glove.

“Witches can't do that.” Natalie said. “Or this.”

Just as shots began to ring out, Natalie raised a wall of jet black earth around her, blocking any bullets from hitting her. She just had to hold this spell long enough for the group to run out. She had the thing sealed up tight, just waiting.

Why was her hair moving? What sort of breeze could get into a solid tube of rock?

“Natalie...” A voice whispered. A gentle voice…

Mam. Mam's voice!

“A-A little help?” Asked Natalie, keeping the spell up.

“I'll distract. You dispatch.”

Max got back into line ith the rest of the CAMU he'd brought with him. He huffed, “STOP, STOP. Don't waste your ammo...damn witch's got a pretty solid wall up.” He said, turning around and looking to the door. “Best bet's to just wait. It'll run out of air soon.”

“MAX! WE GOT ONE IN THE AIR!”

Sure enough, they looked and saw a witch, floating in the air. She looked older, a bit more refined. Purple dress, pale skin, silvery blond hair...she floated in middair, smirking lightly. “NO ONE catches ol' Marion!” She said, throwing an empty glass bottle down onto the ground. She then began to fly towards the group.

“SHOOT HER, SHOOT HER!” Max yelled, and all fire was drawn to the woman, who was cutting up the ground in front of the men, sending blasts of air that deflected bullets from hitting her. This continued until every last bullet was spent.

“Hold fast, everyone!” Max yelled, “She can't stay up there forever.”

“Ohhh,” Marion replied, “I wouldn't worry about me...but my daughter? She's a real killer!” She said, before letting off a laugh and shooting some light at the rock pillar.

It exploded, sending shrapnel everywhere, and revealing that the witch who had set it was no longer there.

In her place was a monster...it was hunched over, with spines in its back and protrusions coming from its arms, sick, slimy claws where hands should have been. Its mouth was not a mouth, but a split jowel with teeth embedded into it, sharp, cutting teeth.

Both eyes were red with yellow iris and slitted pupils. And its legs looked built for running and lunging.

And that's exactly what it did.

It spoke some ancient language as it lunged for the group, taking one in its claws and throwing him at Max, knocking them both down. The men ran for their lives, screaming and trying to find any last scrap of ammunition, eventually just actually throwing guns at it and running as fast as they could.

The dueling grounds were clear, and Marion landed herself in front of the monster.

“Good job,” She said, “Now, change back.”

The monster nodded, and in a sea of red mist, Natalie reappeared.

“Phew, that takes it out of you.” She said, collapsing into hr mother's grasp and slowly bringing herself back to her own feet.

“Oh, Natalie, you did so well!” Marion said, hugging her tightly, “I wouldn't have told you to come here had I known there'd be an ambush.”

“I know, Mam,” She said, hugging her back, “I know...but I might wanna take a break from training today. Just...y'know. Feel like I've done enough.”

#OCtober #Delstran

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tintedglasses · 5 years

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anna’s fic recs: june 2019 [non-winterhawk edition]

i split up my fic recs for june into winterhawk fics and then all other ships. you can find the winterhawk version here!

again, these are fics that i read in june, not ones that were written in june. i am fairly new to the fandom so some of these might be well-known and everyone has already read them, but oh well!

1. A Safety in the End series by CloudAtlas (@cloud--atlas) Fics range from T to E, 95k total SHIP: Nat/Clint/Bucky

Summary: Won't you settle down baby, here your love has been.

The relationship adventures of Natasha Romanov, Clint Barton and James "Bucky" Barnes.

My review: I LOVE THIS SERIES. I THINK ABOUT IT LITERALLY ALL THE TIME. I think my two favorite fics in the series are Here Your Love Has Been (You can't just say "I scored us a potential threesome" and then not text me back.) and When Your Eyes Are All Painted Sinatra Blue (Bucky has some confessions to make to Steve.). listen. LISTEN. the sex scenes in these fics are mind-meltingly hot. i absolutely love the dynamic between them, with clint and nat taking charge of the situation and bucky being so into it. but then the non-smutty fics in the series are so packed full of emotion and so heartbreakingly beautiful. IT’S THE BEST OF BOTH WORLDS. (also you should check out their other Nat/Clint/Bucky fic because it’s wonderful, too)

2. I Really Think We Should by YourPalYourBuddy (@ivecarvedawoodenheart / @weneverfreeze) Rated T, 6k SHIP: SteveNat

Summary: They fall into this pattern without talking about it. A mission, a whispered conversation in his house, her fingers on his pulse. Her shirt on the floor and his hands on her waist and breasts and her lips on his. Cracked veins from her mouth on his neck that disappear within thirty minutes.Steve’s started taking his time in the kitchen, taking longer when he hears the floorboards creak in the morning. He’d never been one for breakfast food, or cooking in general, really. On a whim he tries his hand at omelets and imagines, while the window slowly slides open in the next room, that if he just perfects them that she’d stay.

SteveNat, post TWS. Steve's POV :)

My review: syd is such a beautiful writer and i always know that i’m going to love whatever she posts, but when i saw she was posting a SteveNat fic, I ASCENDED STRAIGHT INTO THE SKY. she has such a way of like creating these themes for her fics and carrying them all the way through and it’s such a joy to read. this is a story of people trying to adjust to a world that is unpredictable by trying to create routines and forge connections and it doesn’t always work but sometimes IT DOES and its LOVELY. this fic deserves so much love.

3. make my body come alive (i’ve got a right to hurt inside) by notcaycepollard (@notcaycepollard) Rated M, 3k SHIP: Sam/Bucky

Summary: The body is weak. The body is hungry and soft and human. He looks at himself in the mirror, the bones of his shoulders, his cheeks hollowed out from hunger, and he thinks, gentle, you didn’t deserve this.

My review: this fic is so beautiful. the writing of it itself is just amazing but then the actual story is just so poignant. i love recovery fics so much so when i saw the tags on this, i knew i would like it, but it really just really exceeded my expectations. this author is so freaking gentle with bucky and does such a good job showing the ways that he’s struggled but also allowing for him to make it through to the other side of those struggles. gahhhh, it’s so tender and lovely and i want to read it over and over.

4. Targeting series by queenmab_scherzo (@queenmabscherzo) Part One is Rated E, 150k and Part Two is Rated M, 23k SHIP: Stucky

Summaries:

Part One: Steve and Bucky end up playing for rival college football teams.

Part Two: Steve and Bucky figure out how to play in the NFL and how to live 800 miles apart.

My review: i don’t know if i ever talk about this here but i LOVE football and above all i love COLLEGE football. this is such a good representation of it; it’s unflinching in its criticisms of football but still has these moments where you kind of sit back and revel in the glory of a hard-fought win. i think what’s most impressive about these series is how these are definitely AU versions of Steve and Bucky but at the same time, you can clearly see the connections to canon. its so freaking satisfying. the emotions in this (especially the second part) left me literally breathless at times and i couldn’t put it down. also, the secondary characters are amazing, too.

5. Deep in the Heart of Me by Finely Honed (@finely-honed) Rated E, 255k SHIP: Stony

Summary: There were days when the realization that he was someone’s father made Steve's head hurt, but mostly he was grateful that he could trust his instincts, because apparently Peter was what had been missing from his life. Yes, he still had lingering, unresolved issues from his time in the Army, and sure, he had what Bucky annoyingly referred to as a criminally untapped ass, and no life outside of work and Peter, but Steve was okay with how his life had turned out because of trusting his instincts.

Unfortunately, those same instincts had straight up betrayed him by going absolutely haywire upon being exposed to Tony Stark.Veteran single dad Steve runs a tattoo shop.

For his 40th birthday, Pepper arranges for Tony to get that tattoo he always wanted, and he winds up with the mother of all crushes instead. Jumping out of airplanes is one thing, but falling in love is something else entirely. Steve struggles with the idea of actually letting someone into his life. Tony is left trying to keep his heart from being broken while Steve figures things out.

My review: i’m going to be honest, i originally read this because i wanted to read the winterhawk counterpart to it, but little did i know i would absolutely fall in love with this fic. god, this fic hurts so much at some points and people make horrible decisions that make you want to shake them, but you can understand the motivations behind all of it because everyone’s background stories are so well fleshed out. its not angst for the sake of angst, but rather a story of someone who is really struggling and how difficult it can be to be a support person, but how worth it it is to stick by someone’s side (if they are willing to put in the work too of course). this is the found family trope to the max and KID PETER IS SO FREAKING ADORABLE. (doing these recs have made me realize that i love well developed secondary characters and this one has it in spades)

6. All These Burning Hearts in Hell series by Dira Sudis (@dsudis) Rated M or E, 217k total SHIP (Kind of spoiler-y): Tony/Bucky, Stucky, Steve/Tony/Bucky

Summary (from Part One): This is the night Steve is stolen by Tony Stark, whose slaves disappear in industrial quantities. This is the night sex slave #32557038 is given to a new master and finds out what is expected of him. This is the night Tony saves two slaves and doesn't tell them any comforting lies like "You're free now."

My review: i have such feelings about this whole series. its a dystopian kind of fic, which typically isn’t my jam, but it’s so well done that i can’t help but be into it. sometimes its difficult reading about the things that bucky went through as a slave but the amount of care that tony treats him with just makes me want to cry. i just want bucky (or threetoo as he’s called here) to have all the softness and gentleness and blueberries and plants that he wants. he is such a wonderfully caring boy in this and i love it so much. ugh and then steve! STEVE! and sam! they’re all so good!!!

7. some days (i wish i wasn’t myself) by notcaycepollard (@notcaycepollard) and roga (@peppersheart), Rated M, 5.5k SHIP: Sebastian Stan/Chris Evans

Summary: The problem, Seb never meant to say out loud, has always been that if he got Chris Evans’ dick in his mouth it would definitely end up making the story.

My review: basically, one day in June, i decided to peruse the RPF tag and i came across THIS and it was so good. it’s based off of a chris evan’s GQ article (which is amazing in and of itself) and i was like ‘no one could be like this’ and YET i read the articles and chris was exactly Like That. there are so many hot little moments that made my skin tingle and then there;s some juicy miscommunication and very tender hearted boys with inadvisable amounts of alcohol. idk man, i just really liked this a lot and would recommend this for anyone who wants to have some emotions about two soft but cocky boys.

#please mind the tags on all of these!!!#marvel fic rec #winterfalcon fic #stucky fic #stony fic #tony/bucky fic #steve/tony/bucky fic #stevenat fic #sebastian stan/chris evans fic #nat/clint/bucky fic #if any of the links or tags arent right #let me know

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samingtonwilson · 6 years

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Relationship Tutor: (9) Intermediate Repression

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Summary: College AU. Bucky, a relationship novice, asks for your help in dating your friend. Unable to say no to him, you agree despite everyone and everything telling you not to.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: language, lil angsty if u look hard enough

A/N: lol im sorry

Eight hours at the library circulation desk made it so that your ass felt like… well, nothing. You couldn’t feel it at all— not that you were always hyper-aware of the presence of your ass, but you knew it was comfortably there. Like this, it was as if your body ended at the lower border of your torso and began once again in the middle of your thighs.

You couldn’t stand the idea of sitting once again to drive back to your apartment, scowling the whole way back and wondering if truck drivers could be paid more for the constant numb-ass they must experience. After all, you would want to be paid more if you permanently lost feeling in one of your body parts— a body part you were particularly proud of, too.

Once the door to your place was unlocked and open, you walked in with the most dramatic sigh and threw your bag aside so it hit a leg of the circular dining table. You picked up the mail Sam must have brought in, skimming through the mostly useless letters. “Someone could really shoot me in the ass right now from close range and I wouldn’t feel it.”

You looked up from the collection of bills, grocery coupons, and horribly written advertisement cards to see Natasha and Sam smirking at you in a bit of surprise.

You laughed nervously, sending the latter a quick glare. “You’d think that would embarrass me considering that you and I aren’t very close, Nat. But someone spilled coffee on me at the beginning of my shift,” you continued, pulling your jacket off and revealing a large brown stain down the front of your formerly off-white sweater. “So I’m all maxed out.”

She shook in silent laughter, her fingers tightening their grip around a pastel pink mug so her pale skin grew even paler.

“You pull it off well,” Sam complimented, a corner of his lips lifted in a playful smile. “Looks like a New York Fashion Week exclusive on you.”

“It’s an original from the Elie Saab collaboration with Starbucks,” you said with a laugh. “I’m gonna go change. You heading to Steve’s soon?”

He nodded, calling as you disappeared down the hall, “You comin’, too?”

“I’ve got an assignment to finish first,” you shouted back, shutting the door as you yanked your sweater over your head and threw on the first thing you could find.

You looked down at the clean sweater to see it was inside-out and sighed a loud, “What the fuck?”

Sweater finally on correctly, you pulled your door open and started down the hall again. “Why am I such a goddamn mess?”

“D’you have an unstable childhood?”

You snorted and rolled your eyes at Sam. “No, Freud, did you?”

“I’m gonna leave before she gets worse,” he told Natasha, rising from the edge of the coffee table he was perched atop. “The sarcasm, fake smiles, and general unpleasantness just escalate once she gets started.”

Natasha cocked an eyebrow the same shade of red as her shoulder-length wavy hair. “So you’re just going to leave me here with her?”

“And talking about me like I’m not here will really alleviate the issue,” you mumbled as you reached down to pick up your bag from where you’d thrown it, stopping while still awkwardly bent and raising your eyebrows. “Huh, it really does just escalate.”

You sat on the floor across from Natasha’s spot on the couch once Sam left and the two of you got to work, Natasha periodically helping you with your assignment for a general education course she’d previously taken and you doing the same for her.

The minute she cracked her nutrition course reader open, however, you raised a single eyebrow in interest and attempted to look nonchalant as you glanced over your laptop which was set atop the coffee table. “That’s the class you have with Bucky, right?”

She looked up from her book and nodded with a small smile pulling at her lips that had a natural berry shade, her green eyes holding a particular sparkle you thought you might be imagining. “Yeah. The one with the deathly boring professor.”

“Speaking of Bucky,” you burst out after a few seconds of silence, scolding yourself mentally for the terrible transition. “How’s it going with you two?”

She eyed you strangely for a moment, her head tilted slightly as she sat back against the couch cushions. “It’s going well.”

“Yeah?”

She hummed and looked down at her book again. “Yeah, he’s nice. Funny and cute, too.”

“He’s alright,” you said with a dismissive wave of your hand. “You’ve been dating for a bit. Any plans to label it yet?”

“Not really. It’s going well enough like this.”

You felt your heartbeat change. “You don’t wanna lock it down? Tie that sucker to you? Brand that ass with your name?”

She snorted, setting her book onto the table and shutting it with a black mechanical pencil as a placeholder. “Do you want me to brand that ass with my name?”

“I mean if you’re hitting it on the reg’ you might as well.” You nearly rolled your eyes at yourself hard enough to have them fall from their sockets. You didn’t think it was possible to sound more like a middle aged man attempting to recapture his youth if you tried.

“No one’s hit anything yet, actually.”

“What?” you breathed, clearing your throat and looking away to control the loathsome smile pulling at your lips. The selfish part of you seemed to be having the time of its life. “Really? But you’re both so hot.”

“I think he’s taking it slow.”

You traced the subtle frown over her lips. “Are you unhappy about that?”

She shook her head. “No, no. Of course not. It’s nice to meet someone our age that isn’t trying to jump into bed at the drop of a hat.”

“But…” you prompted.

“But nothing— it’s nice.”

Natasha always needed a bit of pushing. “You know, I’m not going to run off and tell him anything. I just like knowing things.”

She narrowed her eyes at you speculatively before sighing heavily. “But I want to get to it already! He wouldn’t even kiss me until after Clint’s party. And that didn’t turn into anything more than a teenage makeout session.”

Clint’s party.

There was another shifting in your chest and you pressed two of your fingers against the plush of your lips, tapping them there as if that could do away with the tingling memory of his kiss.

You wanted to roll your eyes at yourself, maybe scoff a bit and laugh ruefully— and you would have, had you been alone.

After all, Bucky wasn’t yours. He wasn’t yours to kiss as you pleased, wasn’t yours to have such juvenile and cliché complaints about— he especially wasn’t yours to feel such fiery jealousy and betrayal over.

You should have actually been pleased. You should have found joy in the fact that your half-witted, borderline-absurd relationship lessons were bearing such fruit. You should have been overjoyed that Natasha wanted more of Bucky than this stage usually called for. You should have been blissfully elated that you were one of the reasons two people you cared about so much were so happy together.

Yet you felt devastated. Completely and utterly devastated at the reminder that the guy you’d fallen in love with, the guy you tried to pour every bit of that love into during the kiss you’d carry with you until your chest mended itself, wasn’t yours.

Maybe the heavy impact of this cruel reminder was due to the timing of it all. Maybe it was the thought that only a few hours after he’d written his name across whatever blank pieces of you remained, he was scribbling those same letters onto pieces of Natasha. Maybe it was the idea that Bucky’s steps only grew lighter and more graceful mere hours after something that was powerful enough to send you to your knees. Maybe it was the fact that hours after something akin to hope blossomed inside of you, the leaves wilted and the petals browned beyond repair.

“I think he just wants it to be more meaningful, you know?” you asked, hoping she didn’t notice the higher pitch of your voice.

“Has he said anything about it to you?”

You shot off a quick text to Bucky, ignoring every unread message that glared up at you, and flashed Natasha a small, tight smile. You noticed the faint trembling in her fingers, your smile faltering when you saw her usually cool and collected exterior slip a little. “He told me he wants to build a foundation with you first.”

She barked a laugh, shaking her head. “God, what does that even mean?”

You smiled genuinely and shrugged. “He just wants to be totally sure and wants you to be totally sure before you invest anything into him.”

She frowned in consideration and nodded. “He’s either inherently a saint or someone did a great fucking job raising him.”

“Ah yes, the ol’ nature versus nurture debate.”

Though Bucky lived only a few minutes from you, you were always surprised at the speed with which he reached your place.

When you opened the door for him, you offered him a smile despite the intense urge to scowl and scream in his face— his stupid, horrible face that looked at you with features so gentle that you thought you might melt.

You opened the door wider. “Come in.”

He smiled at you in what appeared to be apprehension, fingers raking through his hair and tugging at the ends. “Listen, Y/N, we should—”

“Hi, Bucky,” Natasha greeted from where she sat, her eyes narrowing at you accusatory. “This is a surprise.”

“Isn’t it?” you asked, tossing your things into your bag and slinging it over your shoulder. “So I’m going to head over to your place since Steve’s been texting me non-stop about helping him with Greek myth. I know you said you wanted to do nutrition work with Nat, so stay as long as you want.”

Bucky’s eyebrows were knit together when you looked at him again, his mouth hanging open before he sobered up and gave Natasha a timid wave. He then followed you back to the entrance, grabbing your wrist before you could shut the door behind you. “I came here to talk to you.”

“For what? We talk everyday.”

He narrowed his eyes, slate blue an almost metallic shade. “We haven’t for the last three. I’ve been texting you, trying to get ahold of you.”

“Notifications are turned off,” you told him, waving your phone. “It’s midterm season.”

“It’s midterm seas—” he sighed out a mirthless laugh, shaking his head. “We still have to— We need to—”

You took your wrist from his grip. “We need to what, Bucky?”

“Talk,” he finished, a pink dusting over his cheeks and the tip of his nose. “Something happened here and we need to talk about it.”

“What happened?”

“You know what happened.”

“All I know is that I have to help Steve with Greek myth and Nat needs your help on nutrition.” You leaned in a bit closer to him. “She’s also kind of getting impatient on the physical front, if you know what I mean. So I’d get on that.”

When Bucky continued to stare at you in a mix of incredulousness and utter confusion, you sighed softly and shrugged a single shoulder. “You don’t have to feel guilty— what happened didn’t mean anything.” You paused. “Then again, you were using that classic Barnes charm.”

“I don’t feel guilty.”

You nodded and looked away from the shift in his expression. “Good. Well, it was my fault anyway. So I’m sorry. Sleep deprivation can really fuck someone up.”

“I should go,” you continued. You took a few steps back and gave him the biggest grin your trembling lips allowed. “You can use my bed but make sure to put a tarp down wherever your bare ass will be. Have a nice time!”

PART 10: BASIC FOOTBALL STUDIES

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all-about-wannaone · 7 years

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Get To Know The Admin!

Tagged by: @wannawrite (omg I found another Singaporean blogger!!)

Tagging: [basically all the people that I’ve spoken to before through this blog and some of my mutuals as well] @blankswifts , @stopmybias , @loudandweird , @nu-blessed , @jaehwansspookywife , @imagizibe , @pwoopjin , @eulgeon , @windongeuigeon , @wannaonescenarios ! Don’t worry, you guys are not obliged to do this, and I thought that this would be pretty fun for the readers to get to know me a little better despite my hiatus. ^^;;

Nicknames: Nat (a little boring but yes, that is the first 3 letters of my name)

Gender: Female

Star Sign: Aries!!

Height: 164cm?? (tbh, I would never know because it keeps changing)

Birthday: 27 March 1999

Time: 4.49pm (this is a scheduled post though oops)

Hogwarts House: Slytherin (did the Pottermore quiz twice, both the old and the new, and always got into the same house)

Dream Job: The airport sounds good? Honestly, I’m still not too sure at this point, but I do wanna pursue the Social Sciences, especially Geography, and who knows? Either something in the media and communications or the tourism industry? Simply because they were my dream jobs and it has been for quite a while now. ^^;;

Dream Trip: Korea, Japan, Maldives, Taiwan, a trip on the Trans-Siberian train? I love travelling so if I had a chance to see the world, especially if it came to discovering places that I have never been to before, I’m on board! ^^

Favourite Animal: Hamster, Guinea pigs, Bunnies, Dogs, Cats

Favourite Bands: Oh man... It’s gonna take me forever if I wanted to name all of them but some of my faves at the moment are Wanna One (duh), Super Junior, Nu’est, NCT, Seventeen, BTS, Day6 and MXM! As for the English Pop side, my faves have to be The Script, Pentatonix, The Sam Willows, Oh Wonder and The Chainsmokers (yes call me basic).

Favourite Solo Artists: Jeong Sewoon, Sunmi, Crush, Lyn, Hyuna for the Kpop side. As for the English pop side, I have an entire bunch, ranging from Youtube artistes to actual singers, so the current favourites at the moment have to be Jason Chen, Sam Tsui, Kurthugoschneider, Troye Sivan, Ed Sheeran, Gentle Bones and David Archuleta.

Song stuck in my head: This is a real mess, but they could go from Wanna One’s Always to MXM’s I’m The One to EXO’s Power to Produce 101′s Pick Me Season 2.

Favourite song right now: Any of Day6′s releases, Never (Wanna One version because omg that harmony), Love U (Howl, Boys Over Flowers OST Part 2), Pick Me Season 2 and Beautiful (Crush, Goblin OST Part 1) and Something Just Like This (The Chainsmokers ft Coldplay)

Last movie watched: The Battleship Island

When was all-about-wannaone born: 10 June 2017

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Average hours of sleep: 6 hours MAX (yep, life of a student in Singapore)

Lucky number: 9 (derived from my birth date and surprisingly, my time of birth as well)

What am I wearing: I’m at home but I just came back so I’m in a Star Wars shirt from Uniqlo and a pair of black shorts from Pull & Bear

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after-avenging-hours · 7 years

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Heart Skip [8]: Steve x Raeder

Heart Skip / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7

Word Count: 1995

Warnings: mild sexual tension

The rest of your week seems to fly by and before you know it, you’re walking into the Triskelion Monday morning. You’re given a badge that acts as your access card. You’re instructed to keep it on you at all times as it will allow and prohibit you from going to certain parts of the building. You’re then taken to a small office space on the second floor.

It’s there that you’re greeted with one of SHIELD’s uniform specialists. His name is Max and though he’s very polite, you can tell he’s curious as to why SHIELD would hire a civilian to create a uniform of such high importance as Captain America’s.

He gives you several different uniform samples, so you can get a feel for the materials used and the construction of the designs. He tells you that he’s available if you have any questions, but other than that you have free range over the project. You thank him before you’re left to your own devices.

Your office has a large table in the center of the room for tracing out the patterns on the fabric and cutting them out. There’s a sewing station in one corner and a computer desk in another. Pulling one of the uniforms off of the rolling rack, you set it down on the table. You examine the strength and sturdiness of the fabric, noting that the layers are thicker over the chest and torso to protect the body, and thinner along the joints to allow flexibility for movement.

After checking the label to see what materials were used, you move to the computer to research them. Kevlar and Nomex did not exist back in the 40’s, so you had no idea what they even were. You thank Steve under your breath for teaching you how to use a computer, because at least it means you won’t be completely lost.

You find a notebook and some pens in a drawer under the desk and use them to take notes on the information you find online. You’re a little surprised by how far the technology behind fabrics have reached in such a short time span. Fabrics that can stop bullets and protect from fire? It was incredible.

You spend your entire day researching the limitations and benefits of the fabrics and find a couple of other new fabrics along the way. You’re so caught up in your research that before you know it, the day is over.

The week passes by in a similar manner. You spend most of it on the computer researching different types of uniforms, patterns and fabrics. You even start on a few sketches. You don’t see Steve, but he’s never too far from your thoughts. Based on your accelerated heartrate throughout the day, you’re pretty sure that he’s spending his time training.

It’s just after lunch on Friday when there’s a knock on your door. You call for the person to enter, turning in your desk chair to greet them. “Steve!” you give him a wide smile, pushing out of your chair as he steps through the door.

“Hey,” he smiles back, closing the door behind him and moving toward you.

You’re not sure if it’s because you haven’t seen each other in several days, or if it’s because of his training, but he seems bigger, somehow. It might also be how tight his shirt is on him. You recognize the logo in the center of his chest from your research earlier in the week. It’s an Under Armour shirt.

“What are you doing here?” you ask, gazing up at him curiously.

“I wanted to check on you. To make sure you were settling in alright.” He glances around your office before his eyes move back on you.

You smile reassuringly, “I’m doing great. Everyone’s been friendly and I’m doing my best to blend in.”

Steve nods, looking a little relieved, “Good.”

“How’s everything going with you?”

Steve releases a small sigh, quirking his head to the side a little. “A lot of training. Endurance in the morning, then strength. Combat training after lunch and tactical training in the afternoon.”

You raise your brows in astonishment. “Sounds busy.”

“Yeah,” Steve nods in agreement. “During the war, the basic training I received was back before the serum and I could barely do any of it. After the serum, I pretty much relied on my strength and my shield, I had no technique. I never even knew that there were so many ways just to punch someone,” he chuckles.

You give him an amused smile. “Oh!” you start. “While you’re here, I should get your measurements,” you turn to get your notebook then you go to your sewing station to find a tape measure. “It’ll still be a while before I get to that stage, but considering how busy you’ve been, we may as well do this now. That is, if you have enough time…” you pause in your search for a tape measure to glance back at him.

Steve blinks, a little thrown from how fast you were talking. “Um, sure. I have some time.”

“Good,” you smile sweetly, turning back to your search. “Ah, there you are,” you mutter, finding the tape tucked under a pair of scissors. You gesture for Steve to join you next to the table so you can have your notebook nearby but have both hands available for measuring. “This should only take a minute,” you tell Steve. Your hands reach up, arms nearly encircling his neck as you pass the cloth tape between your hands to begin your measurements.

Steve barely hears your comment, because he’s suddenly been assaulted by your perfume. And it smells like heaven. Like Brooklyn in the 1940s. Like the night he first met you when you walked up to take a picture with him and your friends.

Your hands join together at the base of his throat, the tape wrapped around his neck. You’re very gentle about it and you don’t keep the tape wrapped for long, but Steve is already finding it difficult to breathe, because every whiff of your scent adds fuel to the flickering flame that’s begun to grow deep in his belly.

He doesn’t know how you managed to get such an intoxicating scent. You must have done some more shopping without him the week you both had off.

You measure out the length of his shoulders next. Steve wants to fidget, to shift from foot to foot, but he refrains. He’s not used to this. Tailored suits were expensive, even in the 40’s. Most of his clothes had been bought at second hand stores or were things that Bucky had grown out of. His clothes had never really fit him right, but he’d never had anyone to impress, so he hadn’t cared.

Steve recalls doing this once for the suit that Howard made, but the tailor that had done the measurements was a man, and Steve certainly hadn’t been attracted to him.

“Lift your arms a little,” you request.

Steve almost doesn’t catch it, he’s too focused on trying not to embarrass himself. With his elbows bent out, you have enough room to work the tape around his back to measure the circumference of his chest. Your hands meet in front of his sternum, reading the tape. “Inhale,” you command, wanting to account for the expansion of his lungs.

Steve does so, and immediately regrets it. Your scent fills every single inch of his being, and his body is beginning to react. It only gets worse when after you’ve finished measuring out his torso, you drop to your knees.

Steve clenches his jaw and swallows thickly. The sweatpants he wore for training today are loose enough to hide some of the stirring that’s beginning to happen underneath, but he doesn’t know how long that will last.

Luckily, you seem perfectly oblivious to the reactions of Steve’s body to yours, continuing to jot down your measurements and take new ones. “I just need to get your inseam and then we’ll be done.”

Steve tenses. He may have spoken too soon.

With the tape between two fingers, you place your hand dangerously close to the apex of his thighs. The darker part of him that sits deep in the back of his mind actually kind of wants you to touch him. Wants to see your reaction to finding out what you do to him.

Steve tries desperately to keep those urges from coming forward.

“Alright,” you smile sweetly up at him, pulling your hands back. “That should be everything I need,” you tell him, standing up as you jot down a few more notes in your notebook, completely unaware of the havoc you’ve wreaked upon your soulmate.

Steve begins to feel a little guilty for his reactions. He knows it’s too early in your relationship for those kinds of thoughts. But you’re just so beautiful and so perfect. His body aches for your touch. He watches you as you set your notebook down, your eyes continually sweeping over the numbers to make sure you got everything. You distractedly begin to roll the tape measure back up between your fingers.

“Have dinner with me,” the words tumble out of Steve’s mouth before he’s even realized he had the thought.

You look up at him in surprise.

“I mean…” he back tracks. “If you want… And if you don’t already have plans. Maybe you’d like to?” he asks awkwardly.

Your lips melt into a gentle smile and once again Steve is finding it difficult to control his body. On second thought, maybe this is a bad idea. “Okay,” you tell him. Too late.

Steve clears his throat, silently cursing the appendage down south. “Great.”

You release a small laugh. “Great,” you repeat.

Before Steve can make an even bigger fool of himself, there’s another knock on the door. The two of you turn to it.

“Come in,” you call out.

The door opens to reveal a beautiful woman with bright red hair. Her sharp gaze washes over you and Steve before she raises a perfectly arched brow. “Rogers, fancy seeing you here,” she comments, stepping inside.

“Nat,” Steve greets with a nod. He crosses his arms over his chest, desperately trying to get his body in check. You may not have noticed anything, but nothing gets passed the Black Widow. “Did you need something?”

Her gaze shifts to you. “I’m actually here for her.”

“Me?” you question.

Nat nods, “I’m to be your training instructor.”

“Oh,” you comment. You’d almost forgotten about that part of your agreement with Director Fury.

“We’ll start Monday, so bring gym clothes,” she tells you, leaving no room for argument.

“Okay.”

With a curt nod, she bids you and Steve farewell, before she leaves.

You gulp, looking back up at Steve. “Is she always that intimidating?”

He laughs briefly, “You’ll get used to it.”

You don’t like the sound of that. A short silence falls between the two of you. “So… Dinner?” you question, looking up at him through your lashes.

Steve huffs, giving you an embarrassed smile. “Right. Dinner. Uh, I’ll pick you up at 7? Or we could just stay in, if that’s what you’d prefer. I don’t mind, either way,” he rambles.

It’s hard to fight your smile, he’s so endearing. “7 sounds great. And I’ve been wanting to try that Thai food place around the corner from the apartment. It smelled really good that day we walked passed.”

Steve nods in agreement. “Okay.” His gaze washes over your face once more, before he looks to the door. “I should probably get back to training,” he sighs, he doesn’t really want to leave.

You have to try to hide your own disappointment. “Oh. Alright.”

“But I’ll see you tonight?” he questions once more, just in case you’ve changed your mind in the last 5 seconds.

You smile warmly. “Yes, 7 o’clock.”

He smiles back. “7 o’clock.”

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USMNT Player Ratings: Tyler Adams, Matt Miazga lead the way for rugged US

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March 27, 201811:53PM EDT

The US national team posted their first “W” of 2018 by controlling play for a solid 1-0 victory over friendly guests Paraguay in Cary, North Carolina on Tuesday night.

The home side gave their opponents precious little room to maneuver through midfield and turned steals into solid team-building exercises all night long. They were unable to pull the right levers in the final third, but made a 45th-minute Bobby Wood penalty-kick strike stand up without too much great fuss.

Zack Steffen (6) — The netminder didn’t have a whole lot to do, and most of his tasks were pretty straightforward. Steffen’s most important action came when he rejected a last-ditch restart shot. Unfortunately, he also endured a nervy distribution moment for the second straight US game.

DeAndre Yedlin (5.5) — It was an oddly quiet night for the Newcastle right back at both ends, especially in the first half. Yedlin was often sloppy with the ball when venturing forward. He did make a helpful nudge-away-from-trouble maneuver during a late set-piece scramble.

Cameron Carter-Vickers (5) — The Ipswich Town loan defender easily had the most uneasy night. A too-gentle back pass caused some early stress, and he’d later lose a battle at the top of the area in a clumsy fashion. For the time being, Carter-Vickers may be best suited at this level as the middle man in a three-man back line.

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Matt Miazga (7.5) — On the other hand, the Vitesse marshal was largely as cool as you’d like. Among his 10 total defensive stops in and around the US area, Miazga squelched dribble drives, turned away crosses, stepped into lanes and came up with a couple of important shot blocks. The only real blemish was a poor giveaway, and part of the blame lies with Steffen for putting him in dutch.

Jorge Villafaña (6.5) — Though the left back’s crosses were often imprecise, he was clearly dedicated to getting forward and repeatedly aided possession with shrewd moves. It was a mixed bag defensively for Villafaña. His most notable error involved losing a late back-post mark, but his best work soon followed when he ushered trouble away from the aforementioned restart scramble.

Wil Trapp (7) — While the night’s skipper has certainly passed better across games, he still supplied enough fuel for moves forward. What really made the 4-1-4-1 set hum, though, was Trapp’s wise control of the region between the home area and the midfield stripe. Thirteen of his 17 defensive plays came in this section, and all 12 of his positive passes out of it occurred prior to the US goal.

Darlington Nagbe (7) — The Atlanta United traffic director was moved wide right for this US cap, and he made it work. Nagbe routinely helped the team creep forward, and sprinkled in some key one-man pressure valve moves.

Marky Delgado (7) — The early phase of the game was bumpy for Delgado, who flubbed a couple of important rush passes into the final third. The Toronto FC midfielder soon grew into the game, however, and ended up providing plenty of the measured press-and-link work from his MLS portfolio. His shining moment came on the diabolical through ball that led to the winning spot kick.

Tyler Adams(7.5) — Plain and simple, Adams is a professional nuisance. If he’s not picking a pocket or shutting off an attack avenue, he’s probably exploiting space with a selective surge forward. That’s precisely what happened when he teed up the penalty winner by racing free on Delgado’s needle-threader.

Kenny Saief (7) — It was an excellent outing for the Anderlecht man, who showed an array of build-up skills. Obviously cozy comfy on the ball, Saief was a mighty handful across several attack lanes throughout his 67 minutes. He also surprised by piling up 11 defensive stops, largely from the pressure game. More, please.

Bobby Wood (6.5) — The Hamburg forward was an early spark, but fell quiet as the first half progressed due to some bad hold-up touches and teammates failing to reward a couple of excellent runs behind. Wood coolly buried his spot kick chance ahead of the break, before fading again after intermission.

Coach Dave Sarachan (6.5) — The interim boss’ grade get stretched and pulled in both directions by several factors. It’s easy to question how much can truly be gleaned from a formation likely to be a faint memory by the time the US plays a competitive match, and it was highly annoying to see only two subs get so many as 13 minutes after Sarachan vowed to properly use all six.

That said, it was a very well-drilled 4-1-4-1. The Nats effectively bottled up Paraguay’s danger guys, caused threatening turnovers, re-organized into shape calmly and worked the ball to the final third with great ease.

Rubio Rubin (6) — It took a few times on the ball for Rubin to find any space, but he did play one terrific switching ball to help set up a danger free kick.

Andrija Novakavich (6) — The striker had one noteworthy action, as he raced loose late to display his surprising wheels. The Telstar loan ace probably should have given up the fast-break shot, though.

Timothy Weah (6) — Though he only enjoyed a few touches, the PSG youngster quickly showed he was a game debutant.

Christian Roldan(-) — No need to rate the stoppage-time entrant.

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