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Dangerous Places: 10
He slowly builds your trust over the next few weeks. It really is the little things, him noticing when you need something, like an ingredient or snack that you like. He’s already proven that he watches your numbers and has brought you several more records to play so it’s not so quiet in the house. The first time he gently touches your waist and you don’t flinch he hums softly,
“You’re getting more comfortable with me. ” He purrs into your hair and it makes your heart pound in the best way, “Good girl.”
“Thank you.” You don’t know how to handle the praise so this seems to be the best response.
“What are you making?”
“Peppermint truffles.”
“You sure love your sweets don’t you Bunny?”
“Yea, I like the challenge that they provide too.” You tell him as you work, Steve stays standing behind you. Previously this would have been far too close for your comfort but now you find you don’t really mind.
“I’m thinking this’ll be over in a month.” He says and you glance behind you at him.
“Really?” You don’t want to get too hopeful because it’ll hurt so much worse if you can’t disappear then.
“Yea, and I found someone who can take care of your brand. A friend of Bruce’s has some experience with burns, he’s going to come take a look later.”
“Will you be here?”
“No.”
“I’d like someone else here.”
“I’ll get someone,” he promises, “so good Bunny.” Steve says and it takes every ounce of self control you have to not preen.
The doctor that Steve had promised comes later that night. Carol is with you, of all the women that Steve could’ve asked you’re glad he picked her.
He walks you through the procedure, and while it sounds painful and scary you don’t care. You want the brand off.
“When can you do it?” You ask and he looks thoughtful,
“Right now.”
“Let’s do it.” You tell him and Carol looks surprised,
“You want to do this now?” She asks and you nod. There’s nothing you would like more than having the brand removed. “I’m going to call Steve while he gets set up.” She says and you shrug, she can do whatever she needs to.
When he’s ready you sit in a chair and he starts his work. The pain is indescribable, you can’t believe you’d gone through this once before.
“If you need to pass out just do it.” The Doctor says and you nod. Carol is watching and looks horrified, you can’t look. If you look you’re going to throw up, then pass out. You’ve got your eyes closed and you’re taking slow, deep breaths but the pain is too much and like the Doctor said, you pass out.
When you come to arms are around you and your arm feels like it’s on fire.
“How long?” Steve’s voice is right behind you, he must be the one holding you. He wouldn’t let anyone else.
“Maybe an hour?” Carol says and you blink your eyes open. “She’s awake.”
“Hey Bunny. How you feeling?”
“My arm is on fire.” You tell him going to touch it but he catches your hand with his before you can.
“You’re not supposed to touch it Bunny.” He says gently, “We have to put a cream on it and redress it tomorrow but leave it for now.”
“Hurts.” You whimper and he shushes you gently as Carol leaves the little house.
“I know. I’m sorry.” He soothes, for a powerful man he’s so gentle with you. It’s like he knows what you need, that quiet strength. “I’m proud of you though Bunny, you did a real brave thing.”
“I couldn’t look at it anymore.” You whisper and he hums, you’re pretty sure that he presses a kiss to the top of your head.
“I’m sorry it took so long. We can do something special when it heals.”
“Like what?”
“I’ll take you out, on a proper date.” He says softly, “if that’s okay with you.” You stare at where his hands are resting on your legs holding you gently to him,
“Yea I think that’d be okay.”
“Good. I have some work to do, you can come with me if you want.”
“What kind of work?”
“Paperwork. For my business.”
“What kind of mob does paperwork?” You ask and he chuckles softly,
“No Bunny, my legit business. Being in the mob doesn’t make that much money. I’m the CEO of my family’s insurance company.”
“Oh.” You’re surprised by this, all Crossbones had done was mob business. “What about Bucky?”
“What about him?” Steve seems
“Does he have another job?”
“He’s my head of security.” That makes sense, “you wanna come with?”
“What would I be doing?”
“Just keeping me company.” He offers and you close your eyes for a second, you’re content sitting here with him but he’s allowing you to leave the house. Even if it is with him.
“Do I need to look nice?”
“You do look nice.” He says and you look down at yourself. You’re in a black hoodie and a pair of black athletic pants.
“I think you and I have different ideas of nice.” You tell him and he laughs softly, “I’ll come with but I want to put on some jeans at least.”
“I can wait Bunny.” He helps ease you up off the couch and you go back to your bedroom and change into a black tee and a pair of jeans before putting on the brand new black tennis shoes Natasha brought you the first week.
When you go back out into the main part of the house Steve is standing by the front door. When he looks up at you his eyes travel the length of your body and it makes butterflies dance in your stomach.
“You ready?”
“To leave? Hell yes.” You tell him and he laughs softly.
“Okay, if anything goes down you listen.”
“I will.” At this point you’d probably agree to just about anything, he’s letting you leave your cage. Steve offers you his hand and when you take it he looks pleased, then leads you out of the front door and back into the warehouse. You’re fairly certain it’s night out but really you can’t be positive, it’s hard for time to exist when you don’t see the sun.
When you get outside you see you were right, the sky is dark and the air is crisp and you stop walking, you have no idea how long you’ve been in there but the fresh air smells so good. You close your eyes and breathe it in and Steve doesn’t try to get you to move.
“I’m sorry.” He says quietly, when you look over at him he looks ashamed of himself, “I should’ve let you come outside. I’ve been abusing you.” You’re not going to argue with him, it’s been absolute shit being stuck inside for so long. “I’ll do better.” You won’t get your hopes up, then again he usually makes good on his promises. The only one he hasn’t kept yet is letting you go.
“Can we ride with the windows down?”
“No, it’s not safe.” He says and you sigh softly but understand. You start walking and he joins you, as if he wanted to wait to make sure that you were ready to go before he brought you to the car.
“What is your family company name?”
“Shield Insurance.” He says pulling open the door in the back of the car.
“Is that home or car? What kind of insurance?”
“Mostly business.”
“Do you like it?”
“It’s not like my dream job but it’s fine.” He says sliding into the back with you. It’s then you realize Bucky is in the driver’s seat.
“What would your dream job be?” You ask as the car starts moving and Steve looks thoughtful.
“Artist.” Bucky’s voice chimes in from the driver’s seat, “he’d be an artist.” You’re surprised by this answer but Steve doesn’t argue, he gives a little shrug.
“Yea probably.”
“What kind of art?”
“I like to draw, I’ve started to get into painting lately which has been fun.” This is an interesting, and soft, side to the mob boss. “I like to do people the most.”
“From memory or do you have people sit for you?”
“Are you offering?” He flirts and you grimace causing him to laugh. You like being the cause for that sound more than you should. He’s a mob boss after all, you can’t get too attached, you swore you’d never get burnt again.
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One For The Road - Heart Shaped Series
Chapter Summary: Wanda's first mission as an Avenger was also marked by the first time she met you.
Warnings: typical canon violence, fluff and Avengers working together but nothing major | Words: 2.501k
A/N-> This is an extra chapter (can be read separately and doesn't impact the current plot of the fic). It's just about delving a little deeper into what happened before the main story and I plan three of them in total (the other two will be their first kiss and their first time). Good reading!
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Before.
They were there to observe. After all, what criminal in their right mind would let the Avengers attend an event where half the guests were wanted by Shield?
But even on the outside, and accompanied by Barton, Steve and Natasha who were basically the most protective members over her, Wanda was nervous.
It was her first official Avengers mission. Not only that, but she had what they called a perfect disguise consisting of an old American football team cap and sunglasses, and Wanda was having a hard time thinking that it would work. Maybe so, because she had only appeared a few times on television, and wasn't exactly the most popular Avenger among them.
But there was also Captain America in all of his glory of an enchanted big body wearing the same outfit. So ignoring Steve's warning about keeping it on the down low, she was forced to use her skills when she noticed that the waitresses were whispering about him - One peek and Wanda could read their suspicion. The blonde among them was sure of who he was, but a little influence from the witch and that certainty vanished. She could go back to serving coffee without further doubts.
Steve could thank her later for that.
Wanda's first mission was simple. To observe, to provide support. It was more about seeing Steve in action than anything else. Learning how the more experienced ones acted or something. She knew that Clint was somewhere high up, perhaps in one of the buildings away from the main square.
In any case, they were all surrounding the large Italian-style mansion on the edge of the island. And Tony in his iron armor was taking care of the offshore area, in case the targets escaped by water.
Everything was going well, and almost tedious to be honest, for hours on end. The gala party was happening loud and clear into the night, but Wanda and the others had the excuse of dinner time to stay at the tables in the cheap corner restaurant.
"We have our first celebrity guest, Captain." Clint's warning over the communicator almost took her by surprise - but Wanda was paying attention to the mansion's large iron door, where she could see the movement in and out of the party. The equally bored security guards finally got something to do - Opening the door to the visually drunk man heading towards the limo waiting for him.
Steve left some cash on the table, standing up before the drunk man had even finished insulting the staff for taking so long to open the door for him. She knew the captain was heading towards the parked motorcycle to follow the car since that was the plan. But she noticed - felt - something different.
The target was an Italian mobster who had attracted Shield's attention by being quoted in a human experimentation scheme. All those involved in the Hydra project, which created people like her and Pietro, were being hunted down one by one. It was an Avengers-level operation because little was known about how far Hydra had managed to go. How many superhumans they manage to create? It wouldn't be smart to send ordinary agents who would probably be up against people as powerful as Wanda.
And well, there was another detail about the target; he had two daughters. According to the files, the girls didn't take part in their father's work. They just enjoyed the money from a crime like two foolish socialites.
Although the two figures were identical to the photographs in the files, something in Wanda clicked when she looked at what was supposed to be the mobster's youngest daughter.
"Steve, there's something wrong." She gasped into the communicator. The waiter looked surprised - he thought she was talking to him.
"Mi dispiace, signorina, cosa ha detto? (Excuse me, what did you say, miss?)" But Wanda muttered excuse me in a very bad accent and got up. At her warning, Steve hesitated and instead of going to the motorcycle, he stopped at the bar.
The mobster didn't leave the scene either, confirming Wanda's suspicions that things were very wrong.
From inside the mansion, two security guards ran out - they shouted that something had been stolen from the sale. And the gate was closed again.
The man, drunk and confused, was searched. The presence of a pearl necklace hidden in his jacket was enough for him to be dragged back by the thugs, who ignored the foaming protests of him and his eldest daughter, who ran inside after her father.
"What's the saying again, thief who steals thief...?" Clint joked over the communicator, clearly from wherever he was, he had witnessed the whole scene.
Although he laughed, Steve began to move forward. "Change of plans, guys. Let's break up the party." He announced, and it was no surprise that the positions of the remaining team members quickly began to reveal themselves.
Everyone left their hiding place to invade the party - Tony's armor was the first to act to hack open the iron gates. Most of the security corps surrendered on seeing the Avengers there, but there was still conflict. Steve just wanted to act quickly before the mobster they had come to capture was executed for stealing a pearl necklace.
And Wanda, well, she followed her instincts.
The mobster's daughter fled the scene - She was supposed to go after her father, but she snuck into the parking lot. Wanda had to run a little to avoid losing sight of her.
The confusion of the party invaded by the Avengers was loud enough to drown out her footsteps, and Wanda managed to hide behind some pillars when the figure reached a parked car. She thought she was about to discover that the mobster's daughter was actually more aware of her father's business than she let on when something much more shocking happened.
Before her eyes, Wanda watched the figure change completely. From the original appearance, only the coat and expensive dress remained.
A shapeshifter? What an incredible thing to witness, Wanda thought. She had only heard stories about Loki and had never seen anything other than Natasha's tools of disguise. This here was truly remarkable.
You hummed low, pulling out a closed suitcase from your coat. The Italian mafia symbol made Wanda understand the whole thing quickly - The necklace was just a distraction. The real theft was what you were carrying.
The coat was discarded on the pavement in the parking lot, but before you could stow it in the trunk, you froze. Wanda had half a second to hide behind the pillar, holding her breath and hoping you hadn't seen her.
Well, worst case scenario, she'd use magic on you.
She risked a peek, but you were no longer near the car. Gone, like the suitcase.
Wanda sighed in defeat, feeling pathetic. Her first mission would be marked with the escape of an enemy. How embarrassing.
But then she was suddenly grabbed and restrained. Wanda gasped in shock, imagining that it was one of the building's security guards. Her magic acted faster than the panic in her system - it went through her body and hit the attacker in the chest, who was thrown to the ground.
"Wow, how did you do that?" The voice that came out was definitely not that of a brute like the party security guards. Wanda turned around panting, ready for another attack, but you were sitting on the floor, back to your original appearance, looking at her as if you had just seen the most incredible creature in the world.
Wanda opened her mouth, but couldn't think of anything to say. She was sure she had been grabbed by a security guard, but then she understood: You had changed to look like one. But her magic forced you to return to your real appearance, and Wanda had to convince herself that the way her heart raced and her stomach did two flips was because of the fright, and nothing more.
Her lack of reaction didn't intimidate you. You tilted your head gently. "You're the new one."
You started to get up, Wanda swallowed dryly, taking another step away. Her hands glowed as red as her eyes. "Stay back."
But you looked at her carefully, as if you were studying her. And you didn't seem afraid of your powers, even though a minute ago you'd been thrown to the ground for it.
"Oh, I remember you from television." You suddenly declare, a glint of recognition in your eyes. "The girl from the country who fell from the sky."
Wanda tried to steady her trembling hands. "I'll take you into custody. I know you stole something."
But you didn't pay any attention to the statement - You advanced against her and she backed away instinctively until Wanda was pressed to the pillar again. One hand against your stomach and the other on your shoulder, keeping you at a safe distance.
She could have just hit you with the magic, but she didn't. Just like you, she didn't attack.
"What... are you doing?" She gasped in a mixture of curiosity and fear, both hands controlling your distance were expelling her power. One of your hands moved up and grabbed her face gently - Wanda had to bite the inside of her cheek at the way her skin burned at your touch. Was it attraction she was feeling? No, it couldn't be. You were a complete stranger. She had to convince herself that this was fear.
You turned her face to one side and then the other, your eyes so focused that you seemed to be trying to memorize every aspect of her appearance.
"I've never met another one of us before." You say, and Wanda frowns in confusion. Your hand remains on her chin, and she swallows dryly before taking a chance:
"Us? Like... another Baron Strucker experiment?" She deduces, and you nod softly before letting go of her face.
You move your hand down and hold the one she has against your stomach. "It's so warm. What is it?" You ask tenderly about her magic.
Wanda can feel her cheeks burning but she managed to stammer: "Hm... it’s a form of energy, I think." Jesus, Wanda pull yourself together. Well, who could really blame her for feeling out of place about the whole thing? She was literally on her first mission, being pinned against a pillar in the parking lot of a mafia party by some random thief, blushing under the worshipful gaze of that same shape-shifter while her team blew stuff up in the background. It was too much for anyone.
She tries to gain a little control when she evades your touch, slipping to the side and putting distance between your bodies again. She also ignores how her hand is tingling, as if she was missing your touch from seconds ago.
"How did the Baron manage to give you energy?" You asked curiously but frowned in a worried way.
Wanda sighed. She really was having a conversation with a jewelry thief.
"It was a stone... um, a special kind. It may sound ridiculous, but it was a magic one. It came from outer space, the Avengers actually have a lot of work protecting them. And well, it now sits on the head of one of us and-"
But you suddenly moved - You lifted the hem of your dress just above your thigh, and pulled out a small, hidden pistol. Wanda's heart leaped to her throat. She barely had time to think about reacting, and you had already pulled the trigger.
There was still an arc of magic protecting her when she risked opening her eyes again. You were both out of breath, staring at each other before you lowered the gun.
The shot wasn't aimed at her, as Wanda realized the next second. But behind her, to one of the party guests who was trying to escape the Avengers by running into the parking lot. And well, catching one of them, off guard was quite an opportunity. The man now was writhing in pain on the ground, bleeding from the shot to the neck that you had hit him with. His own gun, loaded to shoot Wanda, rolled off his hand to the grass next to his body.
Wanda should move. Criminal or not, trying to murder her or not, he needed help.
You raised an eyebrow at the magical protection disappearing around her. "You’re full of tricks aren’t, you?” You teased while hiding your gun again, now on your belt. “This was fun, Wanda Maximoff. Unfortunately, I must leave."
She shallows, knowing she really should move her feet. "You can't go... I have- I should arrest you."
You glance towards the man on the ground, practically unconscious now before looking at the girl again. "But he needs your help, and what kind of superhero doesn't help a bleeding victim?"
Her body reacts to your sarcastic words; she rushes to reach the assaulter and stop the bleeding. You don’t miss the opportunity to walk away to your motorcycle.
Wanda is too busy with the guest to notice you are escaping - Her magic do the hard part to patch up the bleeding and she’s stuck there with this man, at least for the necessary time for you to escape.
Wanda bites her tongue when she sees your motorcycle flee out the back exit, hoping none of her colleagues saw her letting you escape.
It doesn't even take five minutes for Natasha to find her, worried about where she was hiding during the shooting.
“What the hell happened here?” Asked the widow but as soon as she saw the gun on the floor, she assumed that Wanda was defending herself. She sighs before the witch can come up with an explanation. “Fuck, I’m just glad you’re okay, Maximoff. Pretty hardcore for your first mission, huh?” Nat jokes, and somehow, she manages a little chuckle from Wanda. The redhead gives her shoulder a soft tug. "Come on, witchy, i’ll take care of this one. Go find the others."
Natasha offered her a hand to help her up, but Wanda didn't want to take it. Her own were stained with blood.
"I think I'll go back to the quinjet." Said the brunette with a sour stomach. A lot had happened in a very short period of time. Natasha nodded quickly.
"Yeah, sure, go ahead." Said the widow, forcing a smile when she noticed the way the witch was shaking with adrenaline. "And Wanda. You did alright, okay? More than that, to be honest. You caught the hint that something was wrong very quickly. I’m proud of you.”
Wanda just nodded, taking the opposite path from all the confusion. Completely unaware that a few kilometers away, at high speed, a shapeshifter left the motorcycle's handlebars to press against their own chest. Trying to understand why their heart was racing so much and the feeling of doing something wrong if the robbery had been a success.
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The assistant (6) - Good times
Summary: You are invisible most of the time.
Pairing: Former!Boss!Steve Rogers x Former!Assistant(plussized)!Reader
Possible pairing: Jake Jensen x Reader, Lloyd Hansen x Reader, Curtis Everett x Reader, Ari Levinson x Reader, Andy Barber x Reader, Mike Weiss x Reader
A/N: Okay, I went a little crazy with all the CEvans charaters in this one.
Warnings: angst, flirty CEvans characters, language, plussized/chubby reader, protective brothers, Lloyd being Lloyd, fluff, domestic brothers
The assistant masterlist
<;< Part 5
Here are the nicknames every brother gave the reader:
Lloyd – Cupcake; Jake – Sweetie; Ari – Sweetness; Curtis – Sunshine; Andy – Pookie; Mike – Flower
“What’s your plan, Lloyd?!” Andy sighs as his brother refuses to tell him about his plan. “I told you that I’m all in. I’ve missed my family…and…”
“And?” Lloyd asks. “What else did you miss?”
“The business, okay. My life is boring and lonely. I can’t breathe right when I’m home at the empty house. The one Laurie wanted me to buy. I hate it there.”
“Congrats on realizing your life is shitty since you left us,” Ari snickers. “How about you find some pussy to get over that uptight bitch you left us for?”
“Ari, don’t,” Jake warns. “We agreed on leaving the past behind. Let’s celebrate that the lost brothers returned home.”
“I second that,” Curtis grumbles. He lifts his glass before downing it in one go. “So, have we already decided on who is allowed to make a move on Y/N first.”
Jake jerks his head toward his brother. He gives Curtis the stinky eye, daring him to make a move on you. “She’s my friend, not yours. I saw her first. I talked to her first. Keep your hands to yourself.”
“Back to the plan you mentioned,” Mike shyly looks at Lloyd. He’s unsure if his brothers even want him to be a part of their plans, but he will try anything to earn his place in the family again.
“You will love it, Mickey,” Lloyd snickers. “We will steal Captain America’s shield. That asshat won’t know what hit him.”
“You want to steal his shield?” Andy furrows his brows. “That’s your endgame? Shield theft. I thought we want to pay him back for humiliating and hurting Y/N.”
“Lloyd, that’s one stupid plan,” Jake groans. “I thought you are the mastermind here. What do you want with the shield? I wanna punch his face.”
“He’s a super-soldier, right?” Mike looks at his phone. He’s watching a video of Steve fighting the Chitauri in New York City. “Damn, he breaks through walls and punches aliens with that shield. I don’t think we will be able to steal the shield.”
“How about we leak nudes of Captain Asshole?” Jake suggests. “Or maybe a sex tape. We need something really dirty and disgusting.”
“I bet he has a small dick. We could just take a few pictures and leak them,” Lloyd hums. “It’s not the worst plan. Lemme think about the details.”
“Hey, don’t take over my plan! It’s mine. I will think about the details.” Jake complains loudly.
Ari rolls his eyes.
“Guys, this is an awful plan. Do you honestly believe the Avengers don’t have a public relations team helping them find shit about the so-called heroes on the internet? Have you never asked yourself why there are no embarrassing snapshots of one of them to find?”
“If you don’t like this plan. What’s your plan?” Jake snaps at Ari. “Rogers is a super-soldier. Y/N doesn’t want us to hurt Rogers.”
“She doesn’t want us to get hurt,” Andy corrects. “We won’t be able to physically hurt Captain America. We need to outsmart him.”
“Let’s steal the shield then,” Lloyd grumbles. “It’s our best shot. He loves that piece of metal. Without it, he’s only a guy in a costume.”
“You mean he’s a guy in a costume with super-strength, and the ability to run through walls,” Andy sarcastically says. “All your plans are, doomed to failure. We need to hit him fast, hard, and without mercy.”
“Aw, look at Mr. Lawyer. He wants to play the big bad mobster again,” Lloyd teases. “Tell me, Andy. How do you intend on hitting a super-soldier fast and hard.”
“What if we drug him?” Mike throws in. “We can drug and kidnap him. If we got him in our clutches, we could give him hell.”
“Hmm…that’s not the worst plan.” Lloyd nods.
“Guys, I finished dinner,” you poke your head into the conference room. “Do you have time for food and a break?”
“Food?” Jake licks his lips. “Of course, sweetie. We will have dinner with you. Right, guys?”
“Sure.” Mike gets up from his seat to follow you like a puppy. “What are we eating, Flower?”
“Flower?” you cock your head to look at Mike.
“Uh-I think the nickname suits you. You’re beautiful, and kind, and you brighten a room when you enter it.” He walks next to you. “Thank you for the breakfast. It was delicious.”
“It’s the least I could do. Your brothers were all so kind and helped me get over the loss of my job, and everything happening with Steve Rogers.”
“I’d like to help you too. What do you want me to do to him? Name it, and I’ll do it.”
“Mike, you should enjoy having your brothers back in your life. Focus on your family and start anew. Forget about Steve Rogers. I intend on doing so. He never appreciated all the hard work I put into organizing his life.”
“Don’t you want to pay him back?”
You shrug. “I quit and walked out of the Avengers building, my head held high. I could’ve made a fuss. But I hate being the victim. People like Sandy believe they always get away with the shit they pull. I believe, one day, karma will bite them in the ass.”
“I love the way you think.”
You chuckle. “Let’s get some food into you. You look so thin.”
“Cupcake, we will never let you go,” Lloyd exclaims before he shoves the last spoonful of food into his mouth. “Damn, you cook like an angel and look like a sexy devil.”
“Lloyd,” Jake grunts. “Stop hitting on her!”
“I don’t need to hit on Y/N. She’s already enchanted by me.”
“Sunshine, the food was great,” Curtis tries to stop his brothers from fighting over you and win you over at the same time. “A toast to Y/N and the wonderful meal she prepared for us.”
“So, Pookie,” Andy’s deep voice catches you off guard, “what are your plans for tonight? Do you have time to tell me more about your contract and what happened with Rogers?”
Lloyd frowns deeply. Not only did Andy give you a nickname, but he also leans closer to you to grip the backrest of your chair.
“We need to keep an eye on Andy,” Ari whispers in Jake’s ear. “He tries to snatch Y/N out of our hands. Our brother is a dangerous opponent. Andy looks like the domestic dream of every woman.”
“Can we not forget about all of this? I’m ready to move on,” you softly reply. “Jake, I’d like to take over the position you offered. I love taking care of paperwork, and cookies.”
Jake grins. If you work with him from now on, he’s got a better chance to win your heart over before one of his brothers gets his hands on you.
“I want to blow his ass up with a hand grenade for hurting you, cupcake. Say yes,” Lloyd almost whines. He’s itching to pay Steve back.
“No violence, Lloyd,” you tut and point your fork at the cocky mustache enthusiast. “I told all of you so. All I want is to start a new life.”
“Alright,” Ari claps his hands. “It’s decided then. You will move in with us and work with Jake from now on.”
“Wait! I didn’t agree to move in with you!” You roll your eyes as the brothers protest loudly. “Guys, I got an apartment.”
“Sweetness, we got a mansion with ten bedrooms. You’ll keep the room you inherit. It has a balcony, a walk-in wardrobe, a fireplace, and a comfortable queen-sized bed.”
“Ari,” you sigh deeply, “that’s not the point here. We don’t even know each other. All you know about me is my sob story.”
“I know you,” Lloyd runs his index and middle finger over his mustache. “I checked your background, cupcake. I know every detail about you and your life and decided to keep you.”
“And if we start a war with Captain America it’s safer for you to stay here, with all of us,” Curtis says. “We can get all of your belongings in no time.”
“We know your apartment was furnished,” Jake says.
You bury your face in your hands and groan. All brothers insist that you must stay at their place. Even Andy and Mike who just met you.
“Guys…”
“Sweetie, please stay here with us. What if Sandy tries to get back at you?” Jake begs. “Rumors say Stark fired her.”
“I don’t think she’ll try to…” You frown. Sandy never liked you. She did everything in her power to get your job and office. “Or would she?”
“See, we don’t know yet, Pookie. Stay here, and we handle the rest.” Andy looks you up and down, humming as you shift in your seat.
Six pairs of stunning blue eyes are set on you.
You sigh and nod. There is no use fighting six stubborn brothers. “Only until we know if Sandy is planning to get back at me…”
>> Part 7
The assistant
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List of artworks I posted only on Twitter
There are some artworks/doodles/sketches, I only posted on Twitter. If you are interested here’s the 2022 list. Thank you so much for enjoying my art 🥰
Steve comes back from his time travel in Endgame sporting white hair (Steve/Bucky)
Happy Birthday Bucky (Bucky)
Medieval Bucky with very long hair - study (Bucky)
Bucky doesn’t share (Steve...looking good)
Steven Grant meeting Khonshu (Steven Grant & Khonshu)
Defender Strange relaxing at home (Defender Stephen Strange)
Art Dump - three artworks (including two Stucky artworks + a Captain America portrait)
Silver Fox Steve (Steve, inspired by a Mobster AU I did doodles for at the beginning of 2022. The other artwork was posted on Tumblr)
Crack art: Dr Strange sporting glasses (Stephen Strange)
Dr John Watson (dropped/unfinished artwork for a series)
Cute Steve and Bucky artwork (Stucky)
RDJ as Sherlock Holmes (Ritchie Sherlock)
Dean Winchester in his car (Dean)
Deliciously Decadent (Victorian Johnlock)
Portrait of young John Watson (John Watson)
Portait of young Sherlock Holmes (Sherlock)
Portrait of young Mycroft Holmes (Mycroft)
And now, some rest until 2023...
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At gunpoint part II
Author: Aya-Fay
Fandom: Captain America
Pairing: Mobster!Sebastian Stan x fem!Reader; platonic Chris Evans x fem!Reader
Summary: Each of us has our own problems in lives and demons in souls. Some of us cope on our own, some of us need a little help from friends, and some of us go to a psychologist. Every problem has its own salvation, except for one – how to suppress the strongest desire to fuck your psychologist?
Warnings: smut; not protected sex.
Sebastian is not really working as a psychologist. He has just taken over his Empire and needed a cover for some time.
Status: In-progress
My Sebastian Stan's masterlist and My Main Masterlist
Part I of this series may be found here: At gunpoint part I
Five years ago.
Dr. Stan's office was a long room, all the illumination of which consisted of two windows that overlooked the courtyard of the neighboring building, which blocked all the sun's rays, preventing them from entering the office even on the clearest days, leaving the doctor's office immersed in pleasant darkness. Opposite the front door was a small marble fireplace. It was flanked by a bookcase, made of solid black oak, with large panels, decorated with intricately carved mirrors, which occupied the entire space of the walls between the front door and the table. This magnificent bookcase contained a collection of rare and valuable books, luxuriously bound in red morocco, with coats of arms on covers and spines... A collection of German classics, Latin authors, and just a few scattered volumes of the most famous contemporary psychiatrists.
Opposite the bookcase, in the wall between the windows, rose a large bookcase for papers, also of carved black oak, and there were folders of red morocco with gold letters on it. That was the exact place where a plaster figurine, about half a meter high, depicting Jung stood on the highest shelf.
On the fireplace, adorned with a medium-sized mirror, were a brushed bronze alarm clock and two brown porcelain vases. The furniture of this dark and secluded room was completed by a large Voltaire armchair upholstered in natural leather, a massive writing desk, and four high-backed low chairs of black oak, upholstered in brown cloth with long silk fringe of the same color.
The whole office is immersed in twilight; long black shadows rise from dark corners to the ceiling; it seems that someone is hiding there and looking at a bright spot above a large table. Without thinking twice, Y/N climbed with her feet into a large leather chair and, pressing her chin to her knees, carefully studied the situation, trying neither breathe nor move.
Dr. Stan who entered the office had not yet noticed her, and therefore she had a chance to examine him better: the man looked to be no more than 35, styled short dark hair and dark eyes were intensely looking for something among the shelves with books. Unbeknownst to Y/N, Sebastian was aware of her presence as well as she was of his, the moment he entered the office. Everyone had their sins.
Smirking, Y/N turned away from the doctor and stared at the magazine, continuing to watch the motionless man from under her eyelashes.
“I always wanted to know if this work with nymphomaniacs too?” Sebastian asked in a low voice, suddenly being in front of the girl, leaning towards her. The tone was partly friendly and trusting, partly tempting. In general, the usual tone of a man interested in a woman. The only difference was that you came here to fight addiction, not surrender to it.
Y/N made an effort to pull herself out of her thoughts and understand what Dr. Stan was talking about.
“What the fuck did you just say to me?”
Sebastian nodded at the magazine in girl's hands, open on an unexpectedly revealing lingerie advertisement. All this time, immersed in her thoughts, she looked at the page, not realizing what was depicted there. And so now, having glanced over the page, she thought that she would not actually mind at all being in the place of the young model, who was tilted to the table, whose legs were spread to the side. The man in his thirties who was holding the model by her neck in place was strangely reminding her psychologist. Male model’s crouch was tightly pressed into female model’s back. The poses were a bit odd so it was probably heavily edited with Photoshop. The meaning of Sebastian's question still eluded her.
“Sir, I still don't really understand what you're talking about.” The girl mumbled noticing how man’s posture changed at the word Sir. Interesting reaction.
“You've been staring at this advertisement for almost five minutes. This indicates a certain interest. Name’s Sebastian” Sebastian smirked fully aware of his sudden non-professional interest in this girl. “Why do you think you are here?” He asked the girl finally sitting in front of her.
Y/N shrugged her shoulders and smiled. “Well, my friend considers me to be a pervert, because I am interested in…” She looked straight into man’s storming blue eyes liking her lips “older man. Daddy issues, you know. What even kind of disease is that? ”
Sebastian chuckled, clearly understanding that if her friend knew about his desires and interests she would sue him not gave her friend for him to cure.
“I think you're right, there is no such disease, and it's quite normal, unless you like old man with bald heads.” His response took her by surprise; apparently she was waiting for a completely different turn of events.
“Would you like some tea?” He asked watching her face closely. She definitely didn’t want to leave. He didn’t want for her to leave either.
She bit her lip derisively, stood up and put her elbows on the armrests of his chair, bending closer to the man, trapping him in her presence.
The man was clenching and unclenching his fists, and the jaws on his cheekbones were trembling, and she almost laughed in his face at how comical and stupid he looked trying to conceal his desire. Suddenly he roughly squeezed her hands, pulled her closer to him so that their noses almost touched. Y/N exhaled raggedly and ran her eyes over Sebastian’s face.
“Listen, if you were not my patient and we were not restricted by ethic I would fuck you right here on the table.” He whispered through gritted teeth.
She freed one of her hands, raised it to her face and playfully bit the tip of her finger, watching with pleasure how his beautiful face was distorted with poorly controlled lust. “How is that a problem? Sir, I am no teenager anymore and I would definitely jump your bones with pleasure.”
Furrowing his eyebrows and staring at young girl incomprehensibly, Sebastian exhaled in confusion, abruptly moved away and dug his fingers into the dark strands, pulling them away from the roots. She raised her fist to her mouth and chuckled softly at his sight, wanting to prolong this moment when such man really looks absent-minded. The only thing she didn’t take into account was the complete silence which let Sebastian hear her laughter clearly. She has already sat on the table resting her hands on it.
“So you are not worried at all?” he asks briefly turning around to face Y/N, loosening his tie, and then taking it off completely. It was much easier to control and cure others than to get hold of his own demons and emotions. With each word she said to him he could feel how impulses run through the whole body, anger that started to peak its head due to her outright impudence finally turned into complete lust and he found himself wanting to fuck this girl in the dirtiest positions.
“I just give in to this game unlike you” she seductively smiles at him, but all her bravado and playfulness disappear instantly the moment she felt a hot hand closing on her neck, and a man's knee pushing her legs apart and a heavy body literally leaning on her now. Looking up, she sees how wildly Sebastian was looking at her and she quickly came to one right conclusion that it would be better for her to keep quiet now.
Swallowing thick saliva hard, she felt his free hand squeezing her waist, pulling her closer and the only thing she could feel is how her legs are trembling in excitement.
“What a fucking tease you are, Y/N,” Sebastian leans down to her and hisses in her face. The fingers on her neck squeeze harder and pull forward, so she automatically leans in to meet the embittered face. “Unbearable, arrogant, deliciously smelling and sexy beautiful tease.”
Normal, mentally stable person would choke on such vulgar words addressed to her and would definitely feel insulted, but Y/N was not such woman. She felt desire flared up inside her as her red underwear became godlessly wet, and she frantically tried to bring her thighs together, ignoring the fact that a man was standing between them.
She only has time to notice a predatory grin on a man’s face with a blurred gaze and before she could even squeak or process what was happening, Sebastian abruptly lowered her onto the table completely while she brought her legs together on his lower back.
“So you are indeed in my game. Did you close the door?” she hoarse with not her own voice when male fingers found their way to girl’s hips and furiously tore expensive nylon tights. She put her hands on his chest, trying to push the man a bit to see the answer to her question. He nodded unable to speak and squeezed her neck harder to shift the focus to himself.
Sebastian lifts up the hem of a light dress to the waist and quickly takes off her soaked underwear. She probably should have been ashamed of such a reaction of her body, but male fingers slide between the labia, and then burst into her body, instantly picking up a frantic pace.
“Did you really think that I would endure your arrogance in front of my nose?” His hoarse voice intoxicated and clouded her mind better than any expensive alcohol, and she rolled her eyes, enjoying it. “Rejoice, Y/N, because I have taken care of the confidentiality of our rendezvous, and I will fuck you properly so the only word would be left in that pretty head of yours. Sir.”
She could feel that she was beginning to choke on her own moans, which, due to the pressure on her throat, could not escape from her mouth, and she frantically tried to inhale at least some air into her lungs, but Sebastian, apparently, decided to ignore her need to breathe.
When his rough lips covered hers with a rough kiss, while his fingers continued forward movements from the inside, pushing the walls apart and pressing on the right points, she surrendered to his hot body. She slid her hips closer to the edge of the table and hooked her hands on the man's neck, responding to Sebastian's kiss with full passion.
Drowning in the animal lust that her psychologist gave her, she did not think about the consequences of their rash sex. Yes, she definitely wanted Sebastian it was pointless to deny, but now she was coming to the conclusion that she would prefer to have him in a more romantic setting, and not when he laid her out on the table the way he wanted himself, and his long aesthetic fingers were fucking her so well that, she was going to surrender to her Sir for a long time. She knew why she was here, but she could feel unknown prick of conscience that she was here by someone’s command.
Breaking their kiss, he moved his hand from girl’s neck to chest and squeezed it hard, pulling out a loud moan from her swollen lips. Y/N threw hr head back and completely surrendered to the sensations of fullness when Sebastian added a third finger while pressing another one on her clitoris rubbing circles. She felt the blood running through the veins, and all the nerve endings and tension that had accumulated during the whole time that she had no sex gathered in one point.
Desperately whimpering, she begged Sebastian to speed up, although it seemed that it was no longer possible to move faster, and when she felt the first weak impulse of orgasm, the feeling of the man’s fingers in her abruptly stopped, leaving a painful emptiness.
In a hurry, she opened her eyes and saw how Sebastian was taking off his pants along with boxers, taking out his cock, pumping it. Putting his member to her entrance, he ran his fingers along the labia, collecting lubricant.
“Lustful little girl, now you will carefully watch right in my eyes the whole time as I will fuck you into this table and I do not advise you to look away or roll your eyes. You will not like the punishment.” Sebastian whispered and entered her, starting to quickly knock her into the table.
Feelings of bliss went beyond her body and soul, and the sight of how a muscular body was driven deep into her, lifted Y/N somewhere higher than heaven, and his tense hand, which squeezed her neck, did not give her any doubt that the man, towering over me, finally took off the mask he was wearing outside of this room.
Biting her lip painfully and clutching the edge of the table with her nails, she inhaled and exhaled convulsively, because Sebastian was fucking her rough, forgetting about teasing all at once. She was swallowed in such unbridled pleasure, when it seemed that she was about to be torn apart by conflicting emotions, starting with a slight pain from the touch of the bodies, ending with a sweet bliss that ran through the veins like a current, with every push of the male body into her as she surrenders to his power.
With another rough push, a quiet moan escaped her lips as she felt how her body, with every movement of the member inside, went into the bliss, and the limbs trembled. She blinked rapidly as she felt the knot in her lower abdomen rip apart, and she moaned loudly, looking into Sebastian’s eyes., finally finding her bliss. He was close as his pace was quickly speeding up. For a moment she saw admiration and satisfaction flash in his eyes, but all this quickly disappeared behind a veil of lust and desire. The moment he threw his head back and growled loudly as he came, was probably one of the most beautiful signs in her life.
“Thank you, Sir” She said in mere whisper not fully knowing what exactly to say.
“Such a good girl I got here.” He smiled, gently and quite unexpectedly stroking her cheek and swollen lips. "So obedient."
With a satisfied grunt, he quickly pulled on his trousers and fastened his belt under her studying gaze, picked up his shirt from the floor and, looking at Y/N with satisfied eyes, quickly buttoned it.
“Get up off the floor, Y/N, and put yourself in order,” he said, sinking into his chair, taking his eyes off her stunned face. “We'll meet soon. I’ll make sure of that.”
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Stucky Bingo Round-Up #22 (March 5th - 11th)
Don’t forget to fill out the submission form to be a part of the round-ups and to get your bingo badges!
Hearts Don't Need a Break (I'll Be Waiting For You) by Voylitscope
Square filled: O5 - Nose Kisses
Ao3 rating: Explicit
Warnings: No archive warnings apply
Major tags: Shrunkyclunks, established relationship, porn with feelings, rough oral sex
Summary: The wonderful but awful thing about having Steve here is that it's perfect.
Right this minute, Bucky is lying in his bed and curled into Steve. Everything smells like sex, Bucky's favorite shampoo, and that citrusy soap he keeps in his shower just for Steve. His whole body still feels incredible — unwound and remade — and there are places Steve's touch feels burned to his skin. They're pressed close together, and Steve's smiling one of those smiles that always seem like they're just for Bucky.
Bucky would be unbelievably happy about it all if it hadn't been sixty-four days since the last time Steve was here.
(Or: Bucky enthusiastically welcomes Steve back after a long absence, and they have a very overdue conversation about their relationship — and their feelings.)
Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)
Disco Wonderland by smutconnoisseur
Square filled: N5 - AU: DANCE
Ao3 rating: Explicit
Warnings: No archive warnings apply, Explicit Content, Alcohol, Recreational Drug Use,
Major tags: Non- Traditional A/B/O, Omega/Omega, Explicit Sexual Content, Drinking, Drugs/Partying, Slick/Come swallowing
Summary: While unwinding at Studio Fever, Steve had no idea that his life was about to be forever changed by a chance meeting with a gorgeous omega under the disco ball.
Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)
It was only us by Andrea1717
Square filled: I3 - Beard Burn
Ao3 rating: Mature
Warnings: No archive warnings apply, Past Brainwashing, Mention of past brain damage
Major tags: Wakanda, Fluff and Smut, Domestic Fluff
Summary: A summer day in Steve and Bucky's life in Wakanda.
Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)
Spin the bottle - Avengers style by kahey2804
Square filled: I2 - Natasha Romanov
Ao3 rating: General audiences
Warnings: I am choosing not to use archive warnings (eg because you don't want to spoil the ending)
Major tags: First Kiss, Kissing, Spin the bottle
Summary: Spin the bottle.... what else is there to say??
Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)
Friday Night by Dogsled
Square filled: O1 - AU: Gang/Mobsters
Ao3 rating: Explicit
Warnings: No archive warnings apply, internalized homophobia
Major tags: glory hole, police officer Steve Rogers, anonymous sex, 1940s AU, HYDRA Bucky Barnes
Summary: When an anonymous voice makes him an offer, Bucky finds it hard to refuse. It's just a little stress relief. Nobody will ever know.
Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)
I Knew Him by Dogsled
Square filled: Adopted square Nov - Double Agent
Ao3 rating: General audiences
Warnings: No archive warnings apply
Major tags: Endgame fix it, Steve returns the Infinity Stones, HYDRA Steve (but not really), double agent, time travel
Summary: Steve returns the Infinity stones. Some are far easier than others. Avengers: Endgame Canon Divergence.
Format: Short oneshot (300 - 1000 words)
Starstruck by Smutconnoisseur
Square filled: B2 - Music
Ao3 rating: Explicit
Warnings: No archive warnings apply
Major tags: Modern AU, Buckys Birthday Fic, Explicit Sexual Content, Strangers To Lovers
Summary: He closes his eyes, attempting to starve away from the humiliation, and tries to think of a happy place. He gets as far as his own apartment, in the bathtub, before a deep voice has him jerking back with surprise.
“I’m sorry, sir. Please correct me if I misheard. But did you say—""
“I said.” The tall blond steps out from the shadows and into the spotlight in the center of the dance floor—holy fucking shit, that’s Steve Rogers. Captain America. “Five hundred thousand dollars.” Dark eyes lock on him, and Bucky bites back the squeal, trying to leave his throat.
Do you know what they don't tell you when you follow your dreams and shoot to fame? That it doesn’t make you any less of a fan yourself. That it does not diminish your own personal fandom in any way. His childhood hero, the man who inspired his gay awakening—just paid half a million dollars for a date with him.
Okay, so it's for a good cause.
Format: Long oneshot (over 5000 words)
5 Birthday Gifts + 1 Extra Birthday Gift by Astaraiche
Square filled: O2 - Bucky's Notebook/Journal
Ao3 rating: General audiences
Warnings: No archive warnings apply
Major tags: birthday fluff, birthday angst, happy ending, pre-first avenger, post-civil war
Summary: 5 times Bucky gets a birthday gift, plus one time Steve gets him several gifts.
Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)
Freckles by Leavinghope
Square filled: G4 - Freckles
Ao3 rating: General audiences
Warnings: No archive warnings apply
Major tags: First kiss, friends to lovers, happy, Steve Rogers loves Bucky Barnes
Summary: Bucky Barnes had freckles. Steve Rogers needed to kiss every one.
Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)
Get This Stuff Out Of My Head by kinko
Square filled: O1 - New York
Ao3 rating: General audiences
Warnings: No archive warnings apply, Discussion of Mind Control
Major tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Post-Siberia Scene in Captain America: Civil War (Movie), Mind Control Aftermath & Recovery, Bucky Barnes Recovering
Summary: After the fight in Siberia, Steve takes Bucky to the X-Mansion in hopes that Charles Xavier can undo the damage that Hydra did to Bucky's mind.
Format: Part of a multichapter fic
You Fondue, Too? by DeathRaeBeam
Square filled: O1 - Howard Stark
Ao3 rating: General audiences
Warnings: No archive warnings apply
Major tags: Friendship, Bucky's smart
Summary: When Bucky and Howard Stark put their heads together, what can they come up with?
Or, when Howard sees more than he shares.
Format: Part of a multichapter fic
#stucky bingo#stucky bingo round 4#round up 22#weekly round up#don't forget to fill out the submission form
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Defenseless
chapter 2 chapter 3
synopsis - steve and the avengers break up a sex trafficking ring. steve finds one of the survivors barely hanging on and decides she needs him.
warnings: mentions of abuse, mentions of death, extremely sick reader, mentions of malnutrition, mentions of sex trafficking/sex abuse, moral!steve rogers, if i am missing anything please let me know!
a/n - i really loved writing this and i can absolutely seeing this becoming a series or at the very least having a couple more parts. give me all the feedback you can!! thanks sm for reading :)
wc: 3k
“On my signal,” Steve commanded the men behind him. This mission had been six months in the making, there was no way he was letting rookies fuck it up. He had instructed them before they even stepped foot outside of the compound that his word was law and they were to listen to every syllable that dripped from his lips.
He pressed his right hand against the steel door while his left went up swiftly. His hand told the man to rush the door. Steve’s fist broke the door open expecting to see strippers and mobsters dancing underneath flashing lights, instead he was met with the grizzly sight of men and women in miniscule cages sitting silently.
His rookies stopped abruptly, looking to the older Captain for guidance. Steve couldn’t offer any due to his shock. He had never seen something like this before, and he had been around for a long time.
They all looked so defeated, sitting silently in their prisons without so much as a flinch towards the men dressed in tactical gear in front of them. They didn’t seem alarmed, but they also didn’t show any signs of relief.
Steve looked behind him at the people who were meant to be following his lead, at first he was perplexed at what to do.
“Civilians have now been moved to top priority,” he said loudly into the comms attached to his Captain America suit.
“I want everyone on the basement level getting them out of the cages. Avengers, upstairs and we’ll take down the men behind this operation.”
His command was heard through the comms and Natasha was the first to copy. Steve turned his attention back behind him to the men who didn’t seem to know what to do without him holding their hands. He almost rolled his eyes but reminded himself of the time he was once in their shoes, scared and confused in the line of fire.
“I want them all out. Now. Get Fury to send a shuttle and take them to the compound.”
They shuffled in front of him and he watched as they broke the locks that confined the poor victims. Steve let out a sigh and felt his heart crack. He had always been a sensitive guy but even the most coldhearted man would feel a bit of sting seeing the conditions these people were being held in.
He shook the feeling off knowing he had a job to do. He ran up the stairs to the top level where he already knew Nat and Clint were waiting for him.
Once at the top floor he saw them crouched behind the wall with their weapons loaded and ready to fire.
“On your go, Cap,” Nat muttered while watching several men cluelessly smoke cigars in leather office chairs, completely oblivious to the people they have been sex trafficking being freed.
Anger filled Steve’s chest. How could they be sitting here happily while hundreds of people were in cages? Steve let the feeling wash over him, a feeling he could use when taking these assholes to prison.
“Now.”
Nat was the first to act, a warning shot to let them know what they were in for. That’s how she’s always been, never one for efficiency, she wanted to see the look on their faces when they realized they were paying for their crimes. Steve always had an inkling that quirk came from her time in the Red Room, but he never dared to bring that up to her.
Clint stayed behind the wall, silently shooting arrows at the men that had now erupted into chaos. Clint wasn’t aiming for vital organs, though they all secretly wanted these men to be killed, preferably by their own hands.
Natasha skillfully blocked their every move while simultaneously disarming each of them. Steve didn’t step in until one of the assholes had Nat in a full nelson, restricting her movement.
Steve knew that they didn’t stand a chance against three Avengers with a mission. It didn’t take long until every one of them, seven men in total, were either unconscious or in some form of handcuffs. They spit obscenities at the trio but they all ignored their screams.
“Get any information you can off of their computers. I want names, client lists, business associates, and anything else you can find,” Steve barked another order while preparing the compound for the influx of people.
“On it.”
“Clint, get someone to take these pricks to jail.”
Steve went back downstairs to do a final walkthrough of the sex trafficking ring disguised as a casino. He always double checked. Making the mistake once was enough for him to learn his lesson.
The basement was his last stop before he could head back to the compound and help out the recently freed victims.
He already had plans to put them in apartments and hire social workers to take each of their cases, with Tony’s money of course. There had to be hundreds of them freed now that he looked at the cages they once occupied. The basement was empty without their presence.
Steve walked to each corner of the room and checked thoroughly for any remaining people in need of his help. His blue eyes scanned every inch of the filthy space.
As he was walking he almost tripped over a ratty blue blanket. Steve could clearly tell there was a body under it, but wasn’t sure if whoever it was could possibly still be alive.
It didn’t matter how much death or sorrow he saw in this world, he would never get used to how it made him feel.
He mentally prepared himself as he slowly touched the corner of the blanket to unwrap the person tucked inside of it. He pulled and the blue blanket slowly unraveled to reveal a tiny girl. She was clearly malnourished and her brown hair was thin. Her boney arms were wrapped around her torso in a last ditch effort to keep herself warm. Her eyes were squeezed shut and there was no color on her face, she looked like a ghost.
Steve’s heart squeezed as he came to the conclusion she must be dead. He was almost sure she was gone but he was trained to always do a medical assessment on victims, even if you thought they were deceased. He pressed two of his fingers against her cold neck to check for a pulse. Steve unexpectedly felt a slow, faint heartbeat.
He jumped into action picking up the girl who couldn’t have weighed more than ninety pounds. He could feel her rib cage against his chest when he pulled her against his body. She was clearly freezing cold and her small body shivered without the blanket that she was previously covered with.
Steve had no choice but to pick up the disgusting blanket she was once swaddled in. He wrapped it tight around her body and hurried out of the basement she resided in.
He walked as quickly as he could to the black SUV that was going to be taking him, Natasha, and Clint back to the compound.
Nat and Clint were already there waiting on him. As he slipped inside with the tiny girl in his arms the pair both looked down at her curiously.
“Is she alive?” Clint was the first to break the silence as the car sped off to the other side of down.
“Barely. She’s holding on but her heartbeat is faint and she’s practically frozen,” Steve answered, concern etched on his handsome face.
“I have some emergency blankets and hand warmers in the back,” Nat remembered. She didn’t even wait for a response, she just jumped over the seats and came back with two shiny blankets and a package of hot hands.
Steve replaced the torn blue blanket with two shiny silver ones. He activated the hot hands and placed them on her neck and stomach.
“She’s tiny. Her ribs are poking out and it looks like she hasn’t been fed in weeks. The guys that took the prisoners out missed her,” Steve explained as the SUV turned harshly in the New York traffic.
Steve tried not to be furious that his rookies missed her small body, but how could he when he almost did the same?
“There’s no way she makes it through the night. The girl is practically dead,” Clint commented leaning back against the black leather seating.
Steve’s face turned angry, “She’s not an animal. Don’t speak about her that way.”
His oddly protective nature was no surprise to anyone in the car. He had always been a fiercely protective man, which is most of the reason he saves lives.
“I’m just saying not to get your hopes up about her.”
“I’m taking her to medical and they’ll get some food and water in her and it will be fine,” Steve didn’t know if he was reassuring Clint or himself.
There was no way in hell he was letting this girl die. He would do anything in his power to prevent a civilian casualty. Especially for a defenseless young girl barely holding on.
The car eventually made it to the compound and the girl’s body had become a bit warmer since the beginning of the ride. Steve rejoiced but he knew they weren’t out of the woods yet.
He scrambled to get her to the medical wing and have Banner and one of the doctors look at her.
As soon as the doctors saw her they immediately hooked her frail body up to an IV. He could tell by their expressions that they weren’t very hopeful for her recovery.
“We are getting a feeding tube in her as soon as possible. It seems she has no underlying disease. She’s just severely malnourished and dehydrated,” One of the female doctors explained to Steve.
“Is she going to be okay?”
The doctor’s mouth went into a thin line and her eyebrows lowered in sympathy, “I’m afraid it’s just a waiting game now, Mr. Rogers.”
Steve’s heart dropped. He imagined in his mind that this young girl spent her life in the underground facility she was kept. She had probably never felt a summer breeze through her hair, or the sun on her skin. He wanted more than anything for her to be okay so she could feel those things.
It pissed him off that she wouldn’t get to have those simple pleasures in life. She deserved those things. He had never even heard the fragile girl speak or even seen her open her eyes for that matter, but Steve was fighting for her. He was going to stay there and he was going to be an advocate for her and root for her because it’s likely no one else had ever done that for her before.
“Banner,” Steve barked out, “I want you to do everything you can for her. I mean absolutely everything. I’m counting on you to keep her alive.”
Banner’s eyes widened, “Cap..”
“No,” Steve stopped him, “No excuses. Just make sure she makes it through the night.”
Banner just sighed and nodded, he knew there was no arguing with Steve.
There was no way Steve could just go to his bunk without knowing what was going to happen to her. He sat down on one of the black vinyl seats stuffed in the corner of the room. He was not going to take his eyes off of the girl layed in the hospital bed. He felt like if he did she might disappear or waste away.
He knew she was strong, she had to be. She had spent her life in that warehouse afterall. He prayed she was still holding onto that strength.
Steve tried not to think about the horrors she must’ve gone through before ending up in his arms, but he almost couldn’t help it. Those thoughts intruded into his consciousness until he felt like it was eating him alive.
Doctors and nurses filtered in and out of the room but Steve’s presence was a permanent fixture. Eventually Bucky stepped into the room to check on Steve.
“You know you’ve been in here for hours watching a girl get fed through a tube, right?”
Steve sighed at the simplicity of that statement. It was so much more than that. He almost felt as if him being there was passing on his fighting spirit to her. He didn’t know if that was true or not, but what if it was and he left her to fend for herself?
“I know.”
“Wanda made lasagna, do you want me to bring you some?”
Bucky was sympathetic to Steve. Bucky could remember the first time he himself had lost a civilian, and it hurt like hell. They were supposed to be the guys that saved everyone, and when you can’t it’s a shitty feeling.
“No thanks, Buck. I think I’ll just stay right here,” Steve answered without taking his eyes off her sleeping form.
Bucky knew there wasn’t much else he could do for his friend so he just got up from the seat and left him to his thoughts.
Steve was relieved to be alone once again. He felt like he was there for hours upon hours, but he didn’t care. He would sit in this vinyl seat for the rest of his life if that kept the poor girl alive.
“Mr. Rogers,” the doctor’s voice knocked Steve from his thoughts.
He looked up at her with hope in his eyes.
“She’s taking her feeding tube very well and the intravenous fluids have hydrated her well enough that her heart rate is back up. I’m confident she’ll wake up in a couple of hours.”
Both Steve and the doctor had huge smiles on their faces, “Thank you so much Dr. Lim. What’s going to happen when she wakes up?”
“She’s going to be incredibly weak. I want her to stay in the medical wing under my supervision for at least a couple of days after she wakes up. She has a long road of recovery ahead of her but I’m confident.”
Steve almost started celebrating right there in front of the entire medical staff. He kept his composure but the smile on his face seemed to stay in place. He still didn’t want to leave her but he was so happy she was fighting.
For the first time since he had brought her back to the compound he stood up and walked over to her bed. Her eyes were still shut and she was still asleep but there was a red tint on her cheeks that made Steve’s chest feel like there were fireworks going off inside of him. He could remember a mere ten hours ago when her face was completely void of any color.
He stood next to her bed and took her hand in his. Her skin wasn’t quite as warm as his, super soldier serum and all that, but it was still significantly better than the way he had found her.
Stever rubbed his thumb across the smooth skin on the back of her hand. He smiled down at her. He wished she would wake up so he could tell her how brave he thought she was.
As the thought crossed his mind her eyes slowly fluttered open. Steve quickly dropped her hand and looked down at her. He pressed the button above her head that called for the doctor.
He watched as she took in her surroundings and finally him.
The girl opened her mouth to speak, “Stop,” he said quickly, “Don’t speak, you’ll strain yourself.”
He could tell she was scared out of her mind but she obeyed anyway.
He heard the footsteps of Dr. Lim run into the room. Both Steve and the girl looked at the doctor’s frantic expression. Dr. Lim realized nothing was wrong and put her hand over her heart.
“You scared me so bad,” she spoke breathlessly, “I thought she had coded.”
Steve shook his head, “No, she’s okay. She’s awake.”
“I’ll call the nurses to take your vitals and bring you some water,” Dr. Lim turned and walked out of the room.
Steve’s attention was back on the girl in the hospital bed.
“My name is Captain Steve Rogers. I found you in the care of some very bad people. I’m here to help you,” he tried to speak to her as gently as he possibly could. He wanted her to be comfortable.
“You are such a fighter,” he praised her, “All you have to do now is rest. No one is going to hurt you anymore.”
He watched her muscles lose their tension when he reassured her that he was going to keep her safe. He felt the girl’s trust in him without her having to say a word.
It was clear that even though she was awake, she was weak and tired. Steve put his hand against her forehead and pushed the hair out of her face.
The nurses came in shortly after and handed Steve a cup of water with a straw sticking out of it. The nurses explained to him that she would be using a feeding tube for a while before she could eat solids again but she still needed to drink a good amount of water.
It seemed that the hospital staff had deemed Steve as her caregiver and he was tasked with helping her drink water as well as keep her company and hold her gaunt hand.
Steve held up the straw to her lips and entertained her with the plots of the movies he had seen recently. He told her in detail about Star Wars and Cinderella while she tried to push the straw away from her mouth.
He sat and spoke to her for hours, even at one point making a nurse bring him chapstick to put on her dry lips. He continued to talk to her softly even after she had drifted off to sleep.
During the night, he sat next to her hospital bed with his head propped on an extra pillow the nurses had given him. Steve never slept though.
Every time his eyes shut he was scared she would stop breathing. Somehow, at around 3 a.m. the next morning he finally found peace with his head layed on the hospital bed. Steve drifted off into sleep with his hand over hers.
#steve rogers x reader#oc#steve rogers#sub!reader#dom!steve rogers#dark fic#read the warnings#the avengers#bucky barnes#bucky x reader#natasha romanoff#natasha x reader#clint barton#clint x reader#bruce banner#au#defenseless
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Hergé (Belgian, May 22, 1907 - March 3, 1983)
Belgian author and artist, 1907-1983. Translated into over thirty languages, Hergé’s adventure stories about the brave and resourceful young reporter Tintin are popular with both children and adults throughout the world In twenty-four book-length comic strips, Tintin and his faithful fox terrier, Snowy, embark on a series of thrilling global adventures set in remarkably detailed, meticulously researched landscapes.
Hergé. whose real name is Georges Remi (he devised his pen name by inverting his initials to R.G.), published the first Tintin adventure in Le Petit Vingtième, the children’s supplement to Le Vingtieme Siecle, in 1929. Published in book form in 1930 as Tintin in the Land of the Soviets, this primitive work is the only one of the series that was not later translated into color, with the exception of Tintin and the Alpha-Art, a work unfinished when Herge died and left in sketch form at his request.
The second adventure, Tintin in the Congo (1931), reflects a contemporary European view of Africa based on ignorance and portrays the African people as gullible and naive. Neither Congo nor the fanatically anti-Communist Soviets has yet been published in the United States.
In Tintin in America (1932), Tintin takes on Chicago mobster Al Capone, and Hergé’s sociopolitical satire becomes more sophisticated as he depicts the National Guard driving the Blackfoot Indians away from their ancestral lands. But it is probably The Blue Lotus (1936) that marks Hergé’s refinement of detail and concern for accuracy.
After befriending a young Chinese student who urged him to avoid common stereotypes, Hergé began to delve further into research of the physical and cultural landscape. The story is a clear protest of Japanese expansionism on the Chinese mainland and of the treatment of the Chinese people by many Westerners. Hergé’s friend appears as young Chang in The Blue Lotus and later in Tintin in Tibet (i960), a story of true friendship Hergé claims as his favorite.
Ostensibly a journalist, Tintin is seen reporting to his editor only once in the series and follows his sense of adventure and justice rather than any particular assignment. In the course of his adventures he encounters a colorful cast of characters who become his cohorts: The bumbling, ineffectual detectives Thompson and Thomson, the rough old sea dog Captain Haddock with his legendary penchant for drinking whiskey and hurling passionate but innocent insults, and the absent-minded but ingenious Professor Cuthbert Calculus provide both help and hindrance throughout Tintin’s travels.
All of these characters find their way aboard the first manned rocket bound, for the moon in Destination Moon (1953) and Explorers on the Moon (1954), in which Tintin, Snowy Captain Haddock, and Thompson and Thomson set foot on the moon fifteen years before Neil Armstrong landed in Apollo 11.
Hergé constructed a detailed scale model of a German U2 rocket to create the drawings, and his extensive scientific research gives the books remarkable accuracy and foresight. While most of the Tintin stories are noticeably devoid of women, opera singer Bianca Castafiore takes center stage as a strong female character in The Castafiore Emerald (1963).
Charles de Gaulle once remarked, “My only international rival is Tintin.”
source: Children’s Books and their Creators by Anita Silvey.
Hergé’s Tintin books in chronological order:
Tintin in the Land of the Soviets – (Tintin au pays des Soviets) (1929–1930)
Tintin in the Congo – (Tintin au Congo) (1930–1931)
Tintin in America – (Tintin en Amérique) (1931–1932)
Cigars of the Pharaoh – (Les Cigares du Pharaon) (1932–1934)
The Blue Lotus – (Le Lotus bleu) (1934–1935)
The Broken Ear – (L’Oreille cassée) (1935–1937)
The Black Island – (L’Ile noire) (1937–1938)
King Ottokar’s Sceptre – (Le Sceptre d’Ottokar) (1938–1939)
The Crab with the Golden Claws – (Le Crabe aux pinces d’or) (1940–1941)
The Shooting Star – (L’Etoile mystérieuse) (1941–1942)
The Secret of the Unicorn – (Le Secret de la Licorne) (1942–1943)
Red Rackham’s Treasure – (Le Trésor de Rackam le Rouge) (1943)
The Seven Crystal Balls – (Les Sept boules de cristal) (1943–1946)
Prisoners of the Sun – (Le Temple du soleil) (1946–1948)
Land of Black Gold – (Tintin au pays de l’or noir) (1948–1950)
Destination Moon – (Objectif Lune) (1950–1953)
Explorers on the Moon – (On a marché sur la Lune) (1950–1953)
The Calculus Affair – (L’Affaire Tournesol) (1954–1956)
The Red Sea Sharks – (Coke en stock) (1956–1958)
Tintin in Tibet – (Tintin au Tibet) (1958–1959)
The Castafiore Emerald – (Les Bijoux de la Castafiore) (1961–1962)
Flight 714 to Sydney – (Vol 714 pour Sydney) (1966–1967)
Tintin and the Picaros – (Tintin et les Picaros) (1975–1976)
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Glory Days
read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/48780466
by glittercake
Maybe there’ll be photos in the papers tomorrow of this exact moment—Jimmy blowing a kiss and Sam smiling the way he is, but no one’s ever gonna know the truth.
And that is: Jimmy Piper’s whole world is up there. He’s never been an honest man, but he means that without exaggeration. Everything he’s got—this car, his house, the stupid thousand dollar shoes, the gold around his neck—he’d give it all up for that man. He’d drop it and never look back. Long as he’s got Sam.
That’s God’s honest truth.
Words: 17044, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 1 of Kings
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Movies), The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Categories: M/M
Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Timothy "Dum Dum" Dugan, Ensemble Cast - Character
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Mobsters, Gratuitous Violence, casual references to murder, racketeering, Drug Dealing, Love at First Sight, Getting Together, late 80s, Period-Typical Homophobia, Jimmy & Doll's origin story
read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/48780466
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Sorting Hat Chats: Zootopia
(Have I talked about how much I love this movie? Because I love this movie.)
Judy Hopps might be the Lion-i-est Lion primary to ever Lion. Seriously. From the time she's a little girl, she has this internal conviction that she needs to "make the world a better place." She loves her family in Bunnyburrow, but is perfectly fine with heading out on her own, moving to the big city to fulfill her dreams. Her passion, her drive, is internal and idealistic. She believes so much in the idea of Zootopia. It guides her decisions, the advice she gives, and the way she treats other people. When she acts out of line with her values-- her careless comments about predators are used as justification for mistreating them by the media and by Bellweather-- it eats her up inside. She resigns from the police department and moves home, but is despondent. She's on the verge of burning until her conversation with her parents and Gideon Gray, which proves to her that 1. her idealism made a change in their lives and 2. the fight isn't over! Her Lion spark is reignited, and she speeds off to Zootopia to make things right. She ends the story a more mature Lion: recognizing that "life is more complicated than a slogan on a bumper sticker," but still working to make that dream of Zootopia true.
I think she's a Badger Secondary. Yes, she can be a shouty and charge-y like a Lion, but I think that her real strength is connecting with the people around her. Like Captain America, she creates assets. She uses Nick's street smarts and leverages her connection with Bellweather to access the Jam Cams at City Hall. She and Nick are saved from being iced by the mobster because of the warmth and kindness with which she treats his daughter. She also showcases the Bookkeeper aspect of this secondary through her nose-to-the-grindstone, "I'm not going to write 100 tickets, I'm going to write 200 tickets before noon!" approach to becoming a cop.
Nick Wilde starts the story a burned Badger primary. The childhood trauma that forged him was being rejected by a group. All he wanted was to join the Junior Ranger Scouts: he was excited to put on a uniform and be part of their community. When he's bullied for being a predator, he burns. He looks sort of like a Snake when Judy first meets him-- kinda hedonistic, only looking out for himself-- but as the story progresses, his true Badger self starts to shine through. He knows everyone: Otterton the florist, the mob boss, Flash the sloth... He stands up for Judy to Boggo. He's a mix of trepidatious and excited when Judy suggests that he join the police force. He refuses to abandon her when she's injured, insisting that they come up with another plan. And in the end, he joins the force! He's finally part of a community.
I'm going use Occam's Razor here and say that he's a Snake secondary. One could argue that he's just modeling Snake because that's what's expected of foxes, but I don't see enough evidence of another secondary, so I'm going for the simplest explanation for now. Nick is good at improvising. He's great at taking information and using the environment around him to shape the outcome he wants. When he first meets Judy, he plays her like a violin. "It's called a hustle, sweetheart." He sells skunk-butt rugs to the mobster. His whole popsicle scam?? Snake, snake, snake. He can talk his way out of pretty much any corner. He can go neutral-state blunt on people, but most of the time, he's charming as hell. Judy teasingly calls him "slick Nick."
TL;DR
Judy Is a shining Lion who grows into a more mature version of her primary by the end, with a Badger secondary that uses hard work and the people around her to accomplish her mission.
Nick starts out a burned Badger primary who eventually finds a home with Judy and the police department. His Snake secondary might just be him playing to what people already think foxes are-- I'd love to hear arguments for another secondary!-- but he seems to use these tools naturally.
#sorting hat chats#shc#lion primary#badger secondary#burned badger primary#snake secondary#zootopia#judy hopps#nick wilde
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dark steggy recs
here are some fics i found although you didn't specify what kind of dark fics you were looking for so i hope these are okay:
All Day, Every Day (ao3) - roboticonography
M, 21k
Summary: Steve is on his mission to return the Infinity Stones when his quantum suit glitches, and he finds himself sliding sideways through alternate realities, encountering different versions of himself. None of whom are particularly happy to see him.
Can he do this all day? Time will tell!
Dark Appetites (ao3) - beautifulwhensarcastic
E, 11k
Summary: Peggy avoided asking anyone for help, but this time there’s no other choice. However, entering vampire’s stronghold forces her to face darkness and feelings she’s perhaps not equipped to deal with.
Dark Ways (ao3) - indiefic
E, 10k
Summary: Erskine was wrong. The serum twisted Steve as much as it twisted Schmidt.
Modern day setting. There will be 3 sections, which will jump around a little in time.
Respire (ao3) - MelliaBee
T, 17k
Summary: The year is 1944, and Hydra is targeting Captain America with a weapon designed specifically to kill him. As Steve Rogers fights for his life, Peggy, Bucky, and Howard race the clock to find a solution. Darker than some of my other work, this features semi-graphic blood and injuries.
Rest for the Wicked (ao3) - sagesiren
E, 62k (WIP)
Summary: She could see why he'd been described as 'charming' by the last agent who tried to get close to him. It had been written in the report the Agency had received days before that agent was found washed up on the banks of the East River.
(Steve is a mobster in Brooklyn, Peggy is undercover to infiltrate his organization, and they both are in over their heads)
- Tori
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Dangerous Places: 2
The warehouse isn’t what you expected inside. On one side there’s a wall with a door in it, that’s where the man carries you, something you think you might be thankful for. The other space is just darkness and you very quickly decide that you don’t want to know what’s in that darkness. When he goes in the door the space is completely furnished, it’s like a whole house has been put into the warehouse. The man brings you inside the space and kicks the door closed behind him, he then deposits you on the counter.
“Stay.” Is all he says before stooping down and opening a cupboard. He’s going to bring out the knives now, you just know it. When he stands he has a white box in his hands and you’re absolutely befuddled. You didn’t think you hurt him but it’s definitely a first aid kit, he pops it open and pulls on a pair of gloves then takes your ankle in his hand.
“What the fuck are you doing?” You snap attempting to yank your leg from his grasp.
“Hey Bunny calm down. You’re bleedin’.” He says softly and to your surprise he’s right. Blood has dripped off your right foot and has landed in deep red drops on the floor. His voice is rich and smooth and you take the opportunity to look at him. He’s a handsome man, brown hair, blue eyes, a neat beard and full lips. He’s concentrating on your wound and is so gentle that you forget for a moment that he’s probably the enemy here. You don’t even know who he is.
“Why am I here?”
“Bucky saw your brand, we wanna know what’s going on.” He says before wrapping some gauze around you foot. Shit, this was what you were worried about, you knew that he’d seen it.
“I don’t-”
“Don’t lie to me Bunny.” He growls checking your other foot, “I’m not to be lied to.”
“I don’t even know who you are.” You snap, you’re so fucking scared that you can hardly think straight. If he’s another mob boss you’re in huge trouble, he could return you, he could kill you or torture you.
“Steve Rogers.” He says glancing up at you before standing and peeling his gloves off. “This is the part where you tell me your name.”
“No thanks.” He laughs softly as he continues to clean up. When he stands he’s still taller than you, he moves to stand in front of you and your heart races.
“Do you know who I am?”
“You said you were Steve Rogers.” Does he think you weren’t listening? He literally just told you.
“I mean in our world Bunny.” When you just stare at him he continues, “I’m Captain.” Your heart plummets, but then hope blooms. Crossbones had talked about Captain, more like ranted about him, and you knew that he wasn’t likely to turn you over to Hydra. Crossbones had hated Captain with a passion and from what you understood the feeling was mutual.
“Why are you telling me this?”
“Couple reasons. I want the truth from you and I want you to know who you’re dealing with.” You can practically see the shift in him, the way his eyes darken and his jaw clenches. “Now Bunny, you’re gonna tell me what I wanna know.”
“If I don’t?”
“You will.”
“You’d hurt a woman?”
“I’ve hurt a lot of people.” He says darkly and you believe him. “Why are you living in my territory?”
“Needed a place to live.”
“There are plenty of places to live in Hydra territory. Who sent you?”
“No one.”
“I told you not to lie.”
“I’m not lying.” He studies you and it’s so unnerving that you can’t help but look away. His hand cups your chin and forces your gaze back to him, it’s an intimate and intimidating move. He studies your face for a moment, then seems satisfied,
“You’re telling me you just happened to end up in the heart of my territory wearing a Hydra brand?”
“If I could remove it, I fucking would have.” You snap pulling your chin out of his hand, you expect to see anger in his eyes but instead you find amusement.
“You didn’t answer my question.”
“I know.” You won’t be bullied by a mob boss, not ever again.
“I don’t believe you just ended up in my territory.”
“Then don’t but that’s what happened. Do you honestly think I’d escape this fucking nightmare only to step right back in? The only reason I got involved was to protect Peter.”
“Ah, yes. The baseball bat right?” Again he doesn’t look angry, he looks amused.
“I could show you if you like.” You tell him sweetly and this gets a laugh out of him.
“Cap, this isn’t a fuckin’ date.” Bucky says from the doorway, he moved so quietly that you didn’t even hear him come in.
“It’s the most fun I’ve had in an interrogation in a while though.” Cap says with a grin, he hasn’t moved out of your space so you haven’t gotten to slip off the counter and make another break for it. You would fit through the window but he’d probably catch you quickly. “Why were you protecting Peter?”
“He’s a good kid and I know what this world does to good kids.”
“Are you suggesting that anyone in Hydra was ever a good kid?” Bucky snarks from the doorway.
“I was.” You counter, and it’s true, you had been a good kid. It wasn’t until your dad had died and your mom had completely shut down that you’d gotten mixed up with him. He’d started coming around the house to check in on you, he’d bring food, would fix things that were broken, shoveled your sidewalk and completely charmed you. He’d asked you to be his girl and you hadn’t understood what that meant until they’d gotten you drunk and branded you.
Then the hell started. You hadn’t been able to get away until you’d found out your mom had died of an overdose. One that you knew was supplied by Crossbones. It was then you’d started planning your escape, if you got caught they’d punish you, no one else. You didn’t have anyone else left for them to punish and after a party one night, one you’d managed to stay mostly sober for, you’d ran.
But now you were back. Trapped back in this world because you couldn’t mind your own fucking business.
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#steve rogers#steve rogers x reader#captain america#mob!steve#mob boss au#mobster!steve rogers#mob boss!steve rogers#mobster!captain America#captain america x reader#captain America x reader au#dangerous places story
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Glory Days (17047 words) by glittercake @glittercake
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Movies), The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson
Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Timothy "Dum Dum" Dugan, Ensemble Cast - Character
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Mobsters, Gratuitous Violence, casual references to murder, racketeering, Drug Dealing, Love at First Sight, Getting Together, late 80s, Period-Typical Homophobia, Jimmy & Doll's origin story
Series: Part 1 of Kings
Summary:
Maybe there’ll be photos in the papers tomorrow of this exact moment—Jimmy blowing a kiss and Sam smiling the way he is, but no one’s ever gonna know the truth.
And that is: Jimmy Piper’s whole world is up there. He’s never been an honest man, but he means that without exaggeration. Everything he’s got—this car, his house, the stupid thousand dollar shoes, the gold around his neck—he’d give it all up for that man. He’d drop it and never look back. Long as he’s got Sam.
That’s God’s honest truth.
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365 Marvel Comics Paper Cut-Out SuperHeroes - One Hero, Every Day, All Year…
October 21st - The Shroud
Maximilian Coleridge witnessed his parents gunned down when he was just a child. From then onward he dedicated his life to fighting crime. The young man ended up joining a mysterious temple called the ‘Cult of Kali,’ where he studied various styles of martial arts and strange spiritual practices. Maximilian was chosen by the monks of Kali to act as their deity’s agent on earth. As such his face was branded with the ‘Kiss of Kali,’ a red-hot iron sigil seared onto his upper face. Following a period of intense pain and hospitalization, Maximilian realized he had been blinded yet his eyesight was replaced by a mystical extrasensory perception.
From here Maximilian found that he could generate and manipulate Darkforce energies. This enables him to project thick, nearly unlimited clouds of inky blackness that blind and paralyzes anyone who comes into contact with it. Donning a cloak with the sign of Kali, Maximilian became ‘The Shroud’ and began his campaign to destroy evil.
Following adventures alongside The Fantastic Four and Captain America, The Shroud changed tactics. He believed he could better combat evil from within and thus situated himself as a crime boss in the Los Angeles area. Based out of a popular LA nightclub, The Shroud quickly infiltrated the West Coast criminal underworld, becoming a major player. All he while, his actions secretly pitted the various criminal factions against one another so that they fought themselves.
His operation was successful and he created the team called The Night Shift to further his success. This Night Shift was composed of former super villains who became The Shroud’s muscle. They systematically took on the various crooks and mobsters of California, stealing their money and disposing of any narcotics, firearms and other dangerous contraband.
Later, The Shroud became romantically involved with Julia Carpenter, the second Spider-Woman. This resulted in his becoming involved in the affairs of the West Coast branch of The Avengers. With less time to attend to the Night Shift, he left the team in the command of his lieutenant, Dancer Macabre.
Julia eventually broke things off with Maximilian, no longer able to cope with his fanaticism. The loss of the relationship caused him to spiral into a destructive depression. He became more vicious in his vigilantism, leaving the crooks he defeated with the mark of Kali branded onto their faces. He took down The Owl’s criminal organization in San Francisco and ran afoul of The Kingpin. He additionally attempted to kidnap Julia Carpenter and her daughter in a twisted gambit to force her into resuming their relationship.
The Shroud teamed up with Daredevil to thwart a scheme of The Kingpin. Thereafter, Daredevil helped Julia in apprehending The Shroud, where upon he was remanded to psychiatric care.
The troubled hero first appeared in the pages of Super-Villain Team-Up #5 (1976).
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At gunpoint
Name: At gunpoint part I
Author: Aya-Fay
Fandom: Captain America
Pairing: Mobster!Sebastian Stan x fem!Reader; platonic Chris Evans x fem!Reader
Summary: There have always been threats and hatred, and it has never stopped us.
Warnings: attemped shooting
Status: In-progress
My Sebastian Stan’s masterlist and My Main Masterlist
Part II of this series may be found here: At gunpoint part II
There is no such thing as a good morning. Y/N knew this firsthand.
Even now, when everything was finally turning out in her favor, the morning concealed a devilish trick that threatened to become a real disaster if she ignores it. Y/N carefully slipped out from under the covers so as not to wake the sleeping man by her side and went into the bathroom, where she hastily washed herself and tried to collect her thoughts somehow.
Dressed into her best outfit, she quietly left the house and greedily took a breath of fresh air, not fully understanding at what point exactly her life went awry. Was it when she was thrown jail for something she didn’t do or when she agreed to work for Scarlett she had no clue. The only thing she was certain about is that she was so fucking stuck in a huge mess and if only she could turn back the time she would strike Scarlett in her impudent face and leave.
The phone vibrated in her pocket, and Y/N hailed a taxi, giving the address of a small street cafe where she was already awaited. If she knew that her life would soon take another unexpected turn for the worse, she would never leave her house that morning.
“I am sorry for being late, Miss Johansson” Y/N said as she sat down at a table directly across from a thin woman dressed in a business suit, consisted of a dark red silk blouse tucked into an overly tight black leather skirt. The redhead was slowly drinking her coffee and reading the newspaper, as if she was in no hurry to go anywhere and was not expecting anyone, but the appearance of Y/N clearly inspired her.
Scarlett looked up from her newspaper and glanced at the young woman with sharp cold eyes.
She smiled, but her smile was empty deprived of any trace of emotions and warmth and held out her hand. Y/N was surprised at this gesture, but shook hands in return nonetheless. “No worries, Miss Evans,” Scarlett replied, and Y/N winced.
Since when did she become “Miss Evans” for this devil woman? For the last months she only been called slave or toy. Nothing else. Literally. Can it be that an expensive coat and her blue cashmere jumper really changed her view into other people’s eyes?
Even though the morning has just officially started, people were already in a hurry to get to work. Some of them were taking their time having their breakfast. Y/N looked around, feeling uncomfortable sitting in the sun, in an open area at the busiest time. She could feel shivers running down her spine, which was never a good sign. She ordered coffee in a somewhat somehow constrained way and clamped, just to blend in with the rest of the customers.
“What did you want to discuss?” She immediately got down to business, not wanting to drag out this meeting for longer than necessary. “I am all ears.”
“The time has come.” Y/N raised her eyebrows in surprise. She knew that time was slowly sinking through her fingers, but she was not ready to betray him so soon. Her nerves were on the edge. An extremely dangerous state of mind.
“And what do you want now?” She asked Scarlett and smiled at the waitress when she brought her coffee. “Thank you.”
As soon as the girl left, Scarlett came straight up to Y/N’s face and whispered something in her ear. “Give me all the information you’ve collected.”
The girl felt how her fingers curled tightly around the cup. Suppressed anger, resentment and rage were slowly bursting out onto the surface. “Not now” She said and stared into the amused redhead’s eyes.
Scarlett laughed then abruptly stopped and dangerously low said narrowing her eyes. “Remember who you are talking to, pet. Your life depends on me. You don’t look like a person who was offered bigger amount of money... Oh no…Don’t tell me that my slave suddenly became attached to the man in her bed? How mane has been in his place?”
Y/N gritted her teeth angrily and looked away. She was sick of this Scarlett’s habit of showing her superiority over others, even sicker than when Sebastian did it. Stan’s superiority over others come out more natural, elegant and organic, while Scarlett’s superiority seemed fake, poisonous and vile.
“Don't think that if we're in public and you are my mistress that will save you from being punched in your pretty face.” She outburst, collecting for the punch that never came.
Scarlett just chuckled, perfectly aware that no strength was going to happen out of this threat. Her located nearby people would stop Y/N when she would just raise her hand. People like Johansson were never alone.
“Just remember…” Scarlett said as she stood up, buttoned up her coat and was about to leave. “Getting attached to Stan is your biggest mistake that will destroy you. One way or another. Whether it would be me who kills you or him.”
Left alone, Y/N drank her coffee, then got up and threw some money on the table and went home.
Returning home she cautiously opened the door, took off her coat and shoes and went into the bedroom. Sebastian rolled over onto the bed, pulled the blanket to his chest, but he did not look absent-minded or disheveled, he was clearly awake and even cleaned himself up.
“I betrayed you” Y/N said. Simple as that and with no warning. There was no way to prepare someone for such truth reveal.
“I know” Sebastian replied just as simply, not surprised at all.
“For how long?”
“For quite a long time. I was just wondering if you decide to confess or not.” Said Sebastian pulling out a hand with a gun clamped in it from under the blanket. Sebastian’s eyes were filled with sadness, even grief, and Y/N made no attempt to escape or defend herself.
“Sorry,” she shrugged and chuckled a little. “You will find a flash drive with everything I collected in the pocket of your yesterday's jacket. There are if not everything, then a lot. And…Aim for the head, not the heart.” She whispered, looking straight into the blue eyes.
Then there was a shot.
TBC
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Taming Of The Shrew (MCU/Captain America: Steve/Bucky)
Reunion- by SmolderingFlame
Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: Violence
Category: M/M
Fandoms: Captain America/MCU
In Progress
Relationship: Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers
Characters: James Barnes, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov, Yelena Belova, Wanda Maximoff, Alexander Pierce, Brock Rumlow, Jack Rollins, Tony Stark, Sam Wilson, Clint Barton, Kate Bishop
Summary: After seven long years locked up, mobster Steve Rogers, thought he was going to get out and get a cushy promotion in his organization. Instead he finds himself saddled with a nightmare, being the bodyguard to his boss' spoiled brat of a son, Bucky.
Tags: AU, No powers, modern setting, mafia, post-serum Steve Rogers, Protective Steve Rogers, Daddy Steve Rogers, Spoiled Brat Bucky Barnes, Bratty Bucky Barnes, Older man/younger man, Enemies to Lovers, some Brock/Bucky, some Tony/Bucky, Crossdressing, Feminization, out of character, Brat Tamer Steve Rogers, Slutty Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes needs a hug, Complete and total crack, comedy, romance, sexual tension, dark!steve Rogers, rich!bucky barnes, Bodyguard!Steve Rogers, drugs and alcohol use, Top Steve Rogers, Bottom Bucky, Omega Bucky Barnes, Alpha Steve Rogers, Omegaverse
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