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Six Christmases Advent Calendar 2023 [December 8th]
Six Christmases Advent Calendar 2023 Masterlist
Summary: They had their first date on Christmas Day five years ago, and this year they’re planning something special to celebrate the anniversary. We get to know them as they prepare for Christmas and the anniversary, but something doesn’t go to plan.
Pairings/characters: Sam Wilson x reader (but not really), mention of Pepper Potts and Morgan Stark Warnings: Recovery from injury Words: 237
For @iguess-theyre-mymess
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"You were very doting, that Christmas," Evelyn said, smiling playfully before digging into her hamburger, which had just been served.
Even though Sam had been pretty confident her ankle was just sprained, he had insisted on an x-ray just to be sure. It was a mild one, thankfully. But Evelyn was ordered to rest for a week, keep her foot elevated and ice it if necessary.
So close to Christmas, it hadn't been easy for her to obey, but Sam had insisted very very hard and she had caved. The very same evening they had gone skating they had planned on decorating the tree, so Sam had done that, following every order Evelyn gave him. He'd wrapped and delivered the last presents. He'd ironed his shirt and her dress for Christmas dinner at Pepper and Morgan's. He'd made breakfast, lunch and dinner. And he had snuggled the shit out of her the rest of the time, icing her ankle when the pain got too much.
Exactly a week later, like clockwork, Evelyn's ankle had been as good as new.
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It had been a long day, but they'd finally crossed everyone off their gift-list. Sam had a small mission that took a couple of days, and Evelyn buried herself in work while he was gone. But as soon as he had come home and she had showered him with care for a few hours, they got to baking.
December 7th | Masterlist | December 9th
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thesugarclubs-blog · 1 year
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Take The Chance - Sam Wilson x OC
warnings: post-TFATWS Sam Wilson, strangers to lovers, first date vibes, pure fluff
word count: 8.8k
WP: https://www.wattpad.com/1305965217-take-the-chance-talia
authors note: every month for 2023 we've decided to give ourselves a challenge; this month being Sam Wilson. For many of us, this is our first time writing him, so please be kind! We hope you enjoy reading this as much as we enjoyed writing it! 💙
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“We’re home!” Sarah called into the house, as AJ ran around her through the door and straight up the stairs. “Clean your room! Do not go bug your brother!” She called after him, closing the door. 
Sam laughed as he rounded the corner from the kitchen, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning on the archway. He had come back to stay with Sarah and the boys for a while on his downtime to help her out where he could. It was his favorite place to be aside from up in the sky. Being home, surrounded by his community and the ones he loved always reminded him what exactly it was that he was fighting for. 
“So, how much trouble is he in?” He quipped, smirking at his sister. 
Sarah shook her head and sighed, “Surprisingly none, his teacher said he’s doing great this year. Even read me one of his creative writing assignments, which sounded suspiciously like a story about Captain America” She laughed. 
Uncrossing his arms, Sam held his hands up in defense, “Whatever he told you, I didn’t help him write it - I just, you know, gave him some pointers! The rest was all him.” 
“Whatever you did earned him a B minus, so I guess I owe you a thank you,” Sarah rolled her eyes as she pushed past her brother. “I ran into Talia on our way out of the school…” 
“Don’t start this again, Sarah,” Sam warned. 
She spun around and crossed her arms over her chest, “And don’t you use your Captain America voice on me! I’m just saying, I’ve known her for years and I think you two would get along” 
Deep in his heart, Sam knew that his sister meant well, but after everything that had gone on with the flag smashers, he didn’t want to put someone else's life in danger just because they knew him. He wouldn’t risk it. 
Sam shook his head and sucked in a deep breath, “And I’m just saying, I’m good. I’m happy. Can we drop it now?” 
“You need a life outside of being Cap, Sam,” Sarah murmured softly as Sam wordlessly followed his sister back into the kitchen. They worked around each other, Sam prepping whatever Sarah passed him from the pantry ready for dinner as she made a grocery list, and he thought about how to respond.
“I have a life outside of that, here. With my family. And Bucky, when he’s up for being sociable.” 
Sarah side-eyed him, leaning against the counter with a look that screamed ‘you just said the wrong thing, big brother.’
“Spending your days fixin’ up my porch and playin’ catch with your nephews is all well and good, Sammy, but don’t you get lonely?” 
Sam sighed, trained his features not to give the truth away and instead turned to the fridge. 
“You want me to check what needs stocking up in here?”
“Deflection only works so long,” Sarah hummed. “Don’t you want to find love like mom and dad had?” 
“Sarah,” he leaned against the door of the fridge and dropped his gaze to the floor. Same conversation over and over, he’d rather be shot at than combat the emotional warfare Sarah waged on him. “I know you’re just trying to help and you know I want that, it’s just not the right time,” he turned to look at her, “you’re out of milk.” 
“Insufferable,” she groaned, scribbling more to her list. “You act more like dad every day.” 
“That’s not so bad. Qualifies me for one of those mid-afternoon snore naps he used to take in the living room,” Sam laughed.
Sarah let out one of the most ridiculous, almost condescending cackles that Sam had ever heard. It reminded him of their mother’s laugh and his sister emulated her almost perfectly when she chucked the keys to the truck at him with more sass than anyone in their family knew how to handle.
“The hell it does. Take your ass to the store or else nobody is eating tonight.” Sarah instructed, holding out the list she had written.
“So bossy, this is why you had no friends in school.” Sam joked, snatching the paper from her and grabbing the pen from where she dropped it on the counter to add milk to the list. 
“Add a girlfriend to that list as well.” Sarah shot back with a smile and they both laughed in a mocking manner toward each other in a way that only siblings could.
There was a distant crash from upstairs, followed by a series of grunts and thuds. The boys were definitely up to something. Sarah groaned, hanging her head down- but Sam could see a grin tugging at the corners of her mouth. “AJ! Cass! You aren’t Avengers!” 
The thuds stopped for a moment and were immediately followed by the pounding of footsteps. They echoed through the house and Sam couldn’t help but laugh. Memories of him and Sarah growing up in this house, doing the exact same thing, flooded his mind.
They heard the boys trip and tumble down the stairs, arguing over something to do with video games. Sam pocketed the grocery list and pen and snuck towards the stairs, staying out of view. Sarah laughed and shook her head. “I’m staying out of this,” Sam heard her mutter. 
As soon as he could see the top of AJ’s head, Sam lifted him up and swung him over his shoulder. “Now you’ve done it,” Sam said, purposely lowering his voice. He faked the sternest look he could as Cass roared with laughter.  “You’re making me use my Captain America voice!”
“Oh no! He got us!” AJ laughed hysterically, pretending to struggle in his uncle’s arms. Sam’s heart swelled as he continued to parade around the kitchen with AJ flung over his shoulder, a chorus of giggles and screams filling the room.
“Okay! Okay, boys, no roughhousing inside remember?” Sarah enunciated, including Sam in that. He rolled his eyes but set AJ down. “AJ, is your room clean?”
He wouldn’t look at his mom and Sam laughed. “Have fun with this, I’ll be back.”
“Where are you going?” Cass asked. “Can I come?”
Sam hummed, glancing down at his nephew. “Hmm, I don’t know.” 
“Please!!” Cass whined, “I’ll help get the groceries!” 
Sarah leaned against the archway and glanced up at Sam. “Take him. Maybe I’ll give AJ a chance to focus on his room.” She offered throwing her youngest a pointed look. 
Sam chuckled and nodded clapping his hand on Cass’ shoulder. “Alright, kiddo let’s go,” 
Cass’ smile widened along with his eyes, “Can we—“ 
“No Wings!” Both Sarah and Sam said in unison. 
“But it’s so much faster!” 
“And I’m not letting my child fly through the air like a bird,” Sarah shook her head and stepped towards Cass, her hands cupping his face, “not until you're fifty and gray and I’m long gone. Then you can be reckless with your Uncle.”
"Hey!" Sam quipped, trying to bite back a smirk. 
He knew it was true realistically, but his sister didn't have to throw him completely under the bus. After taking Cass to school one time that way because he was late, suddenly it had become the only way he wanted to travel. One of the perks of having a superhero for an uncle. 
Sarah just cocked her eyebrow at him and shook her head, as she spouted off a few other things they needed from the store. 
"Cass, you listen to Uncle Sam, okay?" She said when she was finished, leaning her elbows on the counter and looking between the two of them. 
"Yeah yeah!" He mocked, slumping toward the door dramatically. 
Sam laughed, and went to follow his nephew, "If you think of anything else, just call" 
Moving from behind the counter, Sarah placed her hand on Sam's chest, stopping him for a moment, "You wrote down girlfriend, right?" She poked, her facial expression turning serious for a moment, "Even Captain America needs someone to take care of him."
Sam didn’t give her the satisfaction of a real answer. Just sighed and waved his hand about half heartedly before flashing her a toothy grin as he ushered Cass out the door. 
“You think you’re gonna find a girlfriend at the grocery store?” Cass asked as they climbed into the pickup, a skeptical eyebrow raised that was all Sarah Wilson. 
“You can shut your pie hole too, or I won’t let you pick dessert,” Sam countered, firing the truck to life and turning the radio all the way up.
The grocery store wasn’t too busy for a Saturday and Sam was grateful the fewer people he had to shake hands with the better. 
Not that it bothered him, the folks of the small town were so proud of him and they made sure he knew it. 
“Get a cart,” Sam pointed to his right as the glass doors slid open. “No rusty wheel like last time,” he reminded him. 
Nothing worse than trying to keep a low profile when the shopping cart sounds like a dying cat. 
Cass darted off to find one with good wheels and Sam waited for him inside, staring at the flowers neatly bundled on display. He picked up a small bouquet mixed with pink and yellow flowers. 
“Who are those for?” Cass slid up beside him, riding the cart like a scooter. 
“Your mom,” he said setting them inside. 
“Did we do something wrong?” Cass raised an eyebrow. 
“No,” Sam patted him on the shoulder, “you should always bring your mom flowers. She deserves them more often.” 
“For what?” The kid laughed. 
“For putting up with the three of us all the time,” Sam shook his head.
“I don’t know about you but I’m fantastic.” Cass declared, his mother’s sass dripping from his mouth, and Sam couldn’t help but chuckle.
They strolled through the supermarket, going aisle by aisle starting in the produce section and saving the frozen goods and dairy for last. Cass stayed close, reading the list from behind Sam and running down the aisle to grab things he saw they needed, always being the helpful young man Sarah had raised him to be. It was times like these, the times when he was alone with his nephews that Sam felt just the slightest hints of heartache thinking about how much time he had missed with them and his sister in the five years he had been snapped out of existence.
Sure, it was just a food run but Sam wouldn’t have traded it for anything else. He was making up for lost time, trying his best to be the responsible male role model that they needed. Everything he did was for them and Sarah, of course, she always thought he was just trying to be a patriot and the perfect All-American man but it wasn’t a sense of honor or duty at all. Sam just wanted to make sure his nephews grew up in a world that valued the lives of people who looked like them, and that the world was safe for Sarah, AJ, and Cass.
He tried not to think like that too much though, always making sure that he checked himself and was grateful for the things he had in life. A great family and great friends and yeah, that did include the grumpy cyborg who once ripped a steering wheel from his hands. Sam laughed at the memory of Bucky as he grabbed a can of tomato sauce off the shelf, tossing it into his cart nonchalantly before looking up and not seeing Cass anywhere.
"Shit," he hissed, his heart rate spiking instantly. It wasn't a huge grocery store, but it was big enough for a kid to get lost in... or wander out the front door. "Hey, Cass! Where'd you go?!"
He tried not to panic as he pushed his cart down the aisle and got to the end, his head whipping right and then left. No sign of Cass. Until he heard what sounded like an impression of him. 
"He's all, 'Cass, you can't do that! Cass, put that down! I'm Captain America and I make the rules!'"
It was terrible. He was trying to deepen his voice, but it was cracking. Honestly, it was worse than Bucky's impressions of him, and that was saying a lot. But it was definitely Cass's voice coming from the next aisle. Sam sighed and headed down the next aisle, spotting Cass talking to a woman with red hair and a soft, gorgeous smile. Her nose scrunched up when she laughed and Sam's stomach flipped.
"Hey!" He called. "For one, Cass, that's a terrible impression. Two, you can't just wander off like that!"
The woman laughed, a gentle hand reaching out to touch Cass’ shoulder - Sam noticed the way her eyes crinkled as she smiled, small dimples adorning her cheeks. 
He felt something flutter in his stomach - Play it cool, Cap, he told himself. Probably because he skipped lunch today. Definitely not the beautiful woman standing in front of him. 
He stuck his hand out, a warm smile plastered to his face. “I’m Sam. Sorry if my nephew is bothering you.”
She took his hand softly but fully, not shying away from him. Before she could introduce herself, Cass was huffing. 
“She’s my teacher Uncle Sam, that’s Ms. Graham!”
Sam stared at his nephew for a moment, the name wracking through his brain. "Ms. Graham...as in.." 
"Cass' teacher..." She finished with a sly grin, "and Sarah's friend, Talia." 
His eyes went wide for a moment, another smile beaming across her face as the realization hit him. "Right! It's uh," He paused, realizing he was still holding her hand he glanced down at where they were linked, "you probably want this back..." 
She breathed a laugh as he let go of her. The sound struck something within him. "It's nice to finally meet you in person Sam. Cass talks a lot about his uncle Captain America" Talia whispered the last two words, with a wink.
“Whatever he’s told you, I swear it wasn’t my fault!” Sam protested with a grin, folding his arms across his chest.
He might have flexed, just a little.
“So Cass telling me he flew to school the other week had nothing to do with you?” Talia smirked.
He threw a quick, playful glare to the boy. Hearing him muffle a giggle behind his palm and trying to give his best innocent face while his uncle sweated out an answer.
"In my defense; I didn't want him to be late more than he already was and we did not cross any speed limits," Sam said with the best straight face he could muster, her lips widened in a breathtaking laugh, the corners of her eyes crinkling adorably and it only made his own smile grow at sight.
Talia's deep blue eyes flickered between Sam and Cass, as a sweet smile stayed on her plump pink lips, "Well, I guess getting him to school on time was top priority."
There was a strange fuzzy feeling deep in Sam's belly that he couldn't quite place. Maybe something he'd eaten that morning wasn't sitting right. But every time the girl in front of him flashed those eyes or her bright smile, it felt as if an eruption of fireworks was going off in his chest. 
"Always," Sam softly smiled and ruffled Cass' head, gently nudging him to the side.
Cass pulled a face but went quiet beside him and Talia met Sam’s gaze with fond eyes. 
“Well, I won’t keep you guys. Looks like you’ve got a long list there,” she said suddenly, hands already poised on her shopping cart.
Sam smiled, desperately trying to think of a way to keep the conversation going. There was usually a reason he didn’t listen to his sister but having now met Talia, he wasn’t going to let the opportunity pass. 
“We’re almost done, actually. Cass here just needs to choose a dessert but maybe we could—“ 
Before Sam could finish his sentence, Cass waved the shopping list in his face.
“Wait! There’s still one more thing on the list, Uncle Sam!” He interrupted, “riiiight at the bottom there. Maybe Miss Graham could help us find it?”
Sam narrowed his eyes at Cass, “I’m not above stuffing you in a garbage can,” he whisper warned. “I got friends in high places kid,” he reached for the grocery list. 
“What is it?” She asked, looking between the two. 
“Uncle Sam was complaining earlier that mom buys gross coffee,” Cass started in and Sam thought about pinching him to shut him up. 
“I do not complain,” Sam defended himself but Cass waved the grocery list in the air. A silent threat. Sam instantly regretted teaching them the art of warfare.
Sam looked from the list in Cass’s hand to Talia and back. He had a feeling what he had written on there. He reached over and snatched it out of his hand. 
“I put girlfriend on the list. Since mum said so too. Maybe you could ask Ms. Graham to help you out with that” Cass grinned.
Sam merely glared at the kid, heat rising in his face and through his ears. Talia’s eyes had gone wide and she let out the cutest laugh, covering her mouth quickly as if trying to take it back. 
“That’s not on the list.” Sam insisted, shaking his head at the woman.
“Oh, it’s not?” She questioned, cocking an eyebrow at him.
“Definitely not,” Sam repeated nervously, crumpling the list in his fist when Cass began protesting, trying the pry the paper from his uncle's hand to show his teacher that he was not a liar.
"Cass, stop."
"You stop!" Cass protested. "Gimme the list! I wrote it down!"
"Cass..." Sam warned.
"You're making me look bad in front of Ms. Graham, dude!" Cass yelped as Sam held the paper high above his head, his nephew desperately jumping to grab it. He bumped up against Sam in an effort to knock him over. Sam felt his face heating up with each passing second. This kid had no tact. He definitely got that from his mom.
"Hey!" Sam barked as Talia's shoulders shook with laughter, her face red, and one hand covering her mouth. "You don't call your uncle dude."
"Then ask Ms. Talia to be your girlfriend!" He grunted jumping to reach Sam's hand that was still too high for him to reach. 
Talia's brows knit together, her face still beet red and a grin to die for hiding behind her hand. Sam winced, glancing over at her as he stood firm against his nephew. 
I'm sorry. He mouthed to her before glaring at Cass, "Listen Kiddo, there's more than just asking someone that. You have to..." 
"Date," Talia interrupted earning a soft glance from Sam. 
"That's right, you have to date someone first," He finished, "it takes time, so why don't you go pick out the dessert for tonight?"
With a frustrated huff, Cass stopped his assault on his uncle and stomped off towards the dessert aisle. Sam shook his head with a wry smile and turned his full attention to Talia,
“He’s a bit…much, but I guess you already know that,” he said.
“It’s fine, honestly. He’s a cute kid,” Talia smiled back.
"Yeah, when he's not being a little shit." He embarrassingly turned away from her to watch the kid.
Sam kept an eye on Cass as he stood far from them doing his job of choosing dessert, the woman's warm presence next to him was a little distracting. Maybe even welcomed.
She didn't leave immediately which only served to power the butterflies taking residence in his belly.
"I'm really sorry about him," he turned his eyes back on her and she was already smiling up at him, "I hope we didn't bother you." 
He tried to subtly tuck the paper in his pocket but the crinkling noise it made had her letting out a soft chuckle.
"It's okay."
"Come on, Uncle Sam! Are you gonna ask her out or what?" Cass called down the aisle, as he waved a chocolate cake in the air. "Can't cross it off the list until you do" He snipped. 
Sam sucked in a deep breath and sucked his teeth, as he rubbed his hand against his forehead, willing himself not to kill his nephew in public. The idea bounced around in his head for a moment, as he watched Talia's eyes flicker to their shoes and back up again. Man, this girl was pretty. 
Clearing his throat, Sam swiped his tongue along his bottom lip, "Look, he's not going to stop bugging me if I let this pass by, so would you like to grab a coffee with me tomorrow?" He finally asked. 
She giggled once more, and nodded her head once, "I'd love to..." She softly smiled, looking up and meeting his dark eyes. "You know, to save your sanity," Talia commented, shooting him a wink.
“Did she say yes?!” Cass’ voice carried through the store so loudly that several people stopped what they were doing, curious and then disappointed when they realized they hadn’t actually just happened across a proposal in the middle of the dessert aisle. 
Sam wrangled Cass into a soft choke hold the moment he stopped beside them, “seriously, man. You gotta work on your inside voice.” 
“I’ll add that to Monday’s lesson plan,” Talia giggled, “what did you choose, Cass?” 
She gestured to the box in the boy’s hands and he held it up with a cheeky grin. 
“Key lime pie,” he replied, wiggling out of Sam’s hold. And then in a stage whisper, he leaned in and added, “it’s his favourite.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” she nodded. 
“So tomorrow?” Sam looked from Cass to Talia with his eyebrow raised. “I promise to leave motor-mouth at home.” 
“Hey!” Cass groaned. 
“You have homework I’m sure isn’t done,” Taila turned her gaze to his nephew. 
Sam’s breath hitched as the last of the afternoon sun peered through the front windows of the store and reflected through Talia’s icy blue eyes. 
“I think getting you a boyfriend should earn me an A!” Cass laughed as both Talia and Sam groaned no simultaneously.
“Well… I guess that’s everything then. We better get going, otherwise, my sister will be mad that we’re late for dinner” Sam said as he began to push the cart to the checkout. Talia followed close behind. 
As they were standing in line Sam turned around. 
“Uhhh… did you want to give me your number? Or I could give you mine? So we could … you know, plan for tomorrow?” He asked nervously pulling out his phone and almost dropping it. Talia giggled as she pulled out her phone.
“Fire away Captain.” She teased, waiting for him to recite his number to her and he did, almost forgetting it in the process.
She seemed to sense his nervousness, contemplating something as she smiled, lips pressed tightly together as her fingers typed something out. 
His phone dinged immediately, her number now locked securely in and he flashed her as confident a smile as he could muster, not bothering to glance at what she had sent him.
“I’ll uh… message you later then.” He huffed, trying to keep his heart from bursting out of his chest as he handed the cashier his card.
"Great," she replied as she loaded her stuff onto the conveyor belt while Sam paid and Cass made a big show of grabbing all of the bags at once. Talia laughed as Cass tried to hold them up over his head and nearly toppled over.
"You need to do some more push-ups," Sam teased as the cashier handed him his receipt. He turned to Talia and winked, some of that charm flooding back instinctually. 
"See you later, Sam," she laughed. "Bye, Cass!"
"Bye, Ms. Graham!" Cass called as they headed out of the store, the boy struggling with the bags as he walked.
"Cass, give me some of those," Sam chuckled as he took two of the four bags and Cass heaved a sigh of relief. They loaded them into the car and Cass sprinted for the driver's side. 
"I call shotgun!"
Sam chuckled.
"Not in a million years. How're you gonna drive with no keys?"
Cass rolled his eyes but reluctantly walked to the passenger side door and opened it as Sam got in. His phone buzzed, but he ignored it as he started up the car. 
"Are you gonna get that?" Cass teased. "It might be your girlfriend."
Sam grinned and shook his head.
"It's probably your uncle Buck. I bet he broke the TV again."
Cass laughed, the sound filling the car. "Hopefully the remote isn't stuck in the tv screen like last time. Mom was so mad at him." 
Sam chuckled, shaking his head. "You tell the cyborg once to boot up Netflix and its like he's trying to crack some sort of ancient code." 
"Which should be easy for him since he is ancient," Cass giggled leaning against the car door. 
"Careful, he's got super hearing, you don't know what happens if he hears you call him that," Sam teased as continued the drive home. Cass froze in the seat next to him, wide-eyed and looking terrified. "Just sayin'..." Sam laughed.
“Don’t tell him I said that Uncle Sam. Pleeease!” Cass begged dramatically, gripping his Uncle’s arm.
“How ‘bout you stop trying to set me up with your teacher and I won’t tell your Uncle Buck you called him ancient, hmmm?” Sam teased.
“Aww but…” Cass began but was interrupted.
“I see how it is,” Sam nodded, reaching for his phone. “I’m just gonna give him a quick call right now…”
"No! I'm sorry! I was just doing what mom told me!" Cass shouted, looking terrified. Sam howled and nudged his nephew's head. 
Bucky was always a great threat to use against the boys. As much as they loved him, and Bucky had fun with them, both boys still seemed to be a little bit scared of him and Sam loved using that to his advantage. The super soldier had been a great addition to their little family and had slowly become another fun uncle to the boys. 
Throughout the rest of the evening, a soft smile stayed plastered on Sam's face as thoughts of the redhead's icy blue eyes and sweet laughter echoed through his head.
Sam liked Sundays in Delacroix more than anything. When he was younger, it meant family trips to church and cookouts. 
Today, however, he found himself rummaging through the one duffle bag he packed looking for something appropriate to wear for a coffee date. 
Not that he was nervous, Sam liked to think of himself as a natural dater when he didn’t have his 11-year-old nephew as a wingman. But he wanted to look good for Talia like he had his shit together. 
When he finally found something, he jogged downstairs to the smell of pancakes and bacon — and a double take from Sarah as he appeared in the kitchen. 
“And who are you dressed up all nice for?”
Sam opened his mouth to come up with an excuse but Cass slid in to answer for him, “he’s going to meet Ms. Graham for coffee.” 
Cass pointed his finger to his mouth and pretended to gag. 
“Snitch,” Sam tossed a piece of bacon into his mouth, his hand short of being slapped by Sarah. 
“Talia?” Sarah leaned over, flipping the pancakes. “I couldn’t have predicted that,” she laughed under her breath. 
“I got cornered,” he shot a look at Cass. 
“Well you look handsome,” she patted his chest with the palm of her hand as she turned to set the towering plate of pancakes on the table.
Sam took a seat and grabbed a plate and took some pancakes. Despite being nervous about the coffee date he was excited to see Talia again. 
“So… where are you taking Talia?” Sarah asked handing Cass the orange juice.
"We're just going for coffee. Figured I'd do something simple."
"Oh, so I guess that means more of this for me," Sara replied as she grabbed his empty mug. Sam put his hand over hers and shook his head, laughing.
"Hey, whoa. Let's not get crazy, okay? Fill that up." Sarah arched an eyebrow and tilted her head to the side. He knew better than to piss off his sister, so he plastered on a big smile before adding, "Please, Sarah?"
She frowned at him as she poured him a cup and he sighed as he picked up his fork. Cass looked up at him.
"Are you scared of Talia?"
"Why're you asking?" Sam laughed as the question caught him off guard.
"You're sweating," Cass observed. His brother nodded beside him.
"Big time."
Sam's throat clenched a little. This job was lonely, and it was hard. Grueling. What if things went really well and they started seeing each other regularly? He'd be away a lot, on missions and assignments. Since he got the job, he'd been reluctant to branch out and start dating again. Sam just accepted that it was a part of his life that he wouldn't be able to fully embrace; that he wouldn't be able to be there for another person because he was trying to save the whole damn world all the time. He smiled at Cass despite the ache in his chest. Sarah stared at him from across the table, her eyes a little misty as she watched him. She always knew what he was thinking. They'd been in sync since they were kids.
"Just a little," Sam replied as he cleared his throat.
“You shouldn’t be,” Cass replied easily, having no clue what his uncle was thinking. “Ms. Graham is the coolest. She’s kinda tough sometimes but she almost always lets me line up first for recess because I finish my work first.”
Sam smiled, nudging his nephew lightly. “Thanks, kid, I needed that.”
With a deep breath, he glanced back over at Sarah. She smiled softly at him, the one she always did when he needed a little more reassurance and courage. 
“Just be you, don’t worry about five years from now, or even tomorrow Sam, just enjoy the day with her.” Sarah encouraged taking a sip of her coffee, “you can worry about the rest later.” 
Sam nodded his head. He could do that, focus just on her. And those eyes. And the freckles that speckled her cheeks like constellations.
The drive to the coffee shop wasn’t long but Sam’s mind whirled, filled with the voices of his nephews, who’d shouted advice at him even as he was walking out of the door.
”Just be yourself.”
”Make sure you smile.”
”Yeah, but a normal smile, not your weird smile.”
He managed to find a space close to the entrance, parked up and then sat in his car for a moment, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel.
"Ok, we can do this... It's just a date," He mumbled to himself, as he sucked in a shaky breath, catching the glimpse of Talia's fiery red hair glinting in the sunlight as she came to a stop outside the coffee shop and shot him that gorgeous smile of hers. 
Sam returned the smile, and hopped out of the truck, "Good timing," he commented, running his hand over the back of his neck. "You look... Wow, beautiful" He stammered as he came to stand in front of her. 
Talia chuckled, and grinned up at him, "Looking pretty good yourself there, Sam" 
The dark navy blue cardigan that hung around her shoulders made the blue in her eyes pop out even more, and Sam felt his breath catch in his throat as he looked at her. He cleared his throat, noticing that he'd been staring at her, and moved to open the coffee shop door, "Shall we?" he smirked.
“Such a gentleman,” Talia smiled, thanking him with a gentle touch to his arm as she passed by. 
Sam’s heart was pounding, rushing in his ears. He took a deep breath and followed her into the coffee shop, eyeing up a table in the corner where it would be quiet enough for them to actually talk.
“Did you wanna go take a seat over there and I’ll order us some drinks?” He asked, flashing her a smile. His usual smile because it’s damn charming, thank you very much. 
Talia beamed back at him, eyes bright and cheek dimpled adorably. 
“I’ll have a mocha, white chocolate… with vanilla, please.” She said bashfully, “major sweet tooth.”
Sam wasted no time ordering their drinks, and as he went to collect them the young girl behind the counter met him with a smile, “on the house.” She said sliding a chocolate croissant toward him. “She orders one every morning.” 
“Thank you,” he said picking up the plate as he juggled the coffees in his hands. 
Talia watched him with a sweet smile as he made his way carefully toward her.
She was so pretty, his hands were starting to sweat. Be cool, he told himself. He was usually so much better at this, but being snapped, taking up the mantle, and throwing himself into this job-- no, this life-- meant that he felt like a fish out of water a lot of the time. He flashed her a warm smile and tucked himself into the chair, handing her her coffee.
And then the awkward silence found them. She sipped at her drink and he did the same, not knowing what to say to her. Panic started to set in and he took a deep breath.
"So, what does Sam Wilson do on his days off? Aside from taking a broke teacher out for coffee? Thank you, by the way."
She winked at him and took another sip of her drink. She was charming, he had to admit that. It almost felt like she sensed how nervous he was. He chuckled, relief flooding his body. She didn't ask what Captain America did, she asked about Sam. He could have cried. He didn't, but he could have.
"The pleasure's all mine. And, uh, aside from Sunday breakfast with my sister and my nephews--"
"I believe you called them little shits."
He threw his head back and laughed. 
"Only sometimes. But I don't do much. Free time is a bit of a luxury I'm not often afforded. I'd say taking a pretty woman out for coffee has been a nice end to the week."
Talia looked up at him through her lashes, her chin tilted down and a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “Home run, slugger,” she teased. Sam could feel a cold sweat immediately rise to the surface of his palms- she was good at banter and her eyes were entrancing. He was in trouble. 
They continued to stare into each other’s eyes- Talia’s hand lightly traced the edge of her mug and Sam’s eyes were immediately drawn to the movement. He noticed how slender and delicate her hands were, adorned with a few rings. He found himself wondering what it would feel like to walk hand in hand with her- 
“So,” he cleared his throat and immediately wiped his palms on his thighs under the table. God forbid they hold hands later and he’s as clammy as a teenager. “What do you do on your days off?”
“I spend it with my family and friends. My kids get my week, and everyone else gets my weekend. And sometimes, like now, I get to spend it on myself,” Talia winked at Sam, a warm smile on her face, and he felt a stirring in his chest, his heart beating faster than usual.
The conversation lulled a little as they sipped at their drinks and Talia shared the croissant and secret smiles with him across the table. 
Sam couldn’t remember the last time he felt like this, all warm and fluttery just from eye contact. At least his nerves had settled, soothed by easy conversation and good coffee. It was nice to just be Sam Wilson for a little while, and that helped too. 
“How long are you in town for?” Talia asked as they finish up the pastry. And just like that, Sam was reminded that his time back home was temporary, always would be for as long as he was Captain America.
His heart squeezed a little as the panic spread. It had been a long time since he felt that pang of fear and sadness. Almost a twist of regret, as he stared across the table at her, knowing she expected an answer. 
Leaving Sarah and the boys had become natural. Sad, sure but something that had turned routine for the four of them. Talia was a new variable, one he hadn’t planned for but now sat stunned because the fear of leaving her crept up on him without warning. 
“I'm never sure,” he nodded, “sometimes it’s weeks, months but someone always calls.” 
“That must be difficult,” she reached across the table and linked her fingers to his, steadying the tremor in his palm. “Leaving them I mean,” she said.
“Leaving is easy, it’s coming home to overworked Sarah and confused Cass and AJ that my heart doesn’t agree with,” Sam admitted uncomfortably. “Always feels like I’m making excuses for saving the world.”
"You shouldn't have to," Talia said softly.
He chuckled. and smiled at her, their fingers still linked. 
He wanted to unload the weight in his chest. He wanted to tell her to run, that what she wanted to dive into was bad for her. He was bad for her. She'd be alone a lot, missing him. They'd have to get by through texts and phone calls-- and that's if service was available and decent. He'd come home battered and bruised, and she'd want to take care of him. He couldn't burden another person with that. 
Instead, he just whispered, "that's sweet of you to say."
"I meant it," she replied.
Talia kept her blue eyes focused on his. Sam could feel the familiar sting of tears and furiously blinked. He wasn’t ashamed to cry, but damn, he did not want to cry on their first date. It seemed too vulnerable- like he would push her away even if he didn’t verbally warn her about the mess that was being an Avenger. He started to tug his hand away to grab a napkin, but Talia’s fingers wrapped tighter around his.
“Hey,” she cooed, sitting up in her chair. “I can’t pretend to know what it’s like to be you, to have your job…” Talia continued looking at him, her eyes soft and filled with kindness. “But you’re here right now. And that means everything to Sarah and the boys.”
Sam felt his heart clench, a lump in his throat and he nodded, gently squeezing her slender fingers. He placed an elbow on the table, covering and rubbing his jaw with his free hand, trying to get himself back together. 
Talia let him take his time, then quietly asked, “Would you like to take a walk? I always find that fresh air helps everything.”
Sam felt his heart trip again and nearly stuttered as he replied, “That sounds like a great idea.”
The two of them drank the last drops of their coffees and headed back out into the street, Sam once more opening the door and allowing Talia out first, like the gentleman he was raised to be. He moved around her, grazing his hand on her lower back as he passed and made sure she was walking on the inside away from the road. He wasn't sure anymore if it was his southern upbringing or his newly-formed hero self, but there was always that ting of protection mode in the back of his mind. 
"Okay tell me, what got you into teaching?" He questioned, their hands brushing together, allowing him to link his pinky gently with hers. 
Talia took a deep breath of fresh air, and looked up to the sky for a moment, "My younger sister..." She spoke softly. "She's quite a bit younger than me, and I was always helping her with homework, teaching her how to ride a bike, you know stuff like that... I guess teaching for me was just the natural next step"
“You’re good at it,” Sam murmured softly and Talia glanced up at him with an adorably confused smile. 
“And how would you know that?” 
“I get to see the evidence of it in Cass. He speaks so highly of you, not to mention how much Sarah gushes over you. You’re shaping young minds, takes special people to do that.” 
Talia blushed and Sam tried to commit to memory the soft pink hue behind her freckles and the way her eyes creased at the corners as she grinned up at him. 
“Well thank you, I try my best. And I love those kids, they’ve all got something to bring to the table, y’know? Compassionate, smart…”
“Always running their mouth,” Sam laughed, “or is that just my nephew?”
She nudged him with her body as they walked down the street, “I wouldn’t be much of a teacher if I talked badly about my students,” she laughed. “But Cass is too clever for his own good.” 
“I won’t tell him if you don’t,” Sam encouraged. 
“Our little secret,” Talia cooed.
"Thanks, I don't need that kid's ego getting bigger." He smirked. "It's almost the size of mine."
Talia snorted with laughter and shook her head. They walked in silence for a little while and she bumped her shoulder against him. Sam couldn't stop thinking about how pretty she was, and how every time he looked over at her, he felt something pull at his chest. Something inside of him was trying to keep that door shut, but here she was, kicking it down over and over again.
Talia sighed and he glanced over to see her looking around as people strolled past them.
"Are you going to ask me what made me want to be Captain America?" He asked.
She smirked and shook her head.
"Nope," she replied. "I already know the answer to that."
He couldn't stop smiling as he raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, you do, do you?" His tone was teasing, but the look in her eyes told him that she was serious.
"Yup. You're a good man with a good heart, standing up for what's right." She turned to him. "Call me crazy, but I'm more interested in you, not the shield you pick up to save the world."
Boom. Talia’s words broke the hinges right off the damn door that was holding him back. 
Sam stopped walking, feet planted firmly on the pavement. He could feel confidence coursing through his veins. As Talia went to take another step forward, he lightly tugged their linked pinkies back, twirling her around. The giggle that escaped her lips set a fire in the very center of his chest.
His other hand quickly found her waist and she stepped directly in front of him, their shoes almost touching. It was like a dance move. She linked all her fingers through his hand and giggled again, taking another step forward and pulling her body closer to his. 
“Is this okay?” he asked, his voice steady. “I don’t mean to be this forward, you’re just so… I think you’re-” He couldn’t find the right word. Wonderful? Incredible? Impossibly amazing?
Talia smiled, looking up at him through her lashes. “Yeah, I think you are too,” she whispered. 
She tilted her head up towards him, her eyes fixed on his lips. Sam couldn’t believe his luck. He leaned down and brushed his lips against hers gently. She leaned into the kiss and Sam moved his hand from her waist to the small of her back. He pulled away, feeling like the wind had been knocked out of him.
Talia looked up into his eyes, a twinkle in them that Sam immediately wanted to see again and again. 
Sam cupped her face gently, thumbs stroking her cheekbones, leaning down again, pausing just before they touched. Talia closed the gap easily, already moving, and Sam smiled into the kiss before focusing on the feel of her lips against his, soft but not afraid.
Every nerve in Sam's body ignited and in that moment all he wanted to do was keep kissing her. The feeling of her lips, the way her fingers curled into the fabric of his sweater. For a moment, his fears and sadness disappeared with the world around them. All that there was, was the two of them. 
Sam pulled back and rested his forehead against hers, brushing the tips of their noses together, "If I don't stop now, I'm just going to keep kissing you..." He whispered, pulling a giggle from her plump kiss bitten lips. 
"And is that such a bad thing?" She teased, moving to look up at him and pressing her body into his. 
There was no way Sam would admit to Sarah that she was right, or thank Cass for pushing him into this. But this girl really was great for him. Both of them different kinds of heroes; for once he was on a date where someone was interested in him and not just being on a date with Captain America.
He brushed a small lock of red hair back behind her ear and stole another small kiss from her soft lips. 
“You up for a walk?” Sam asked his lips hovering above hers. 
“Lead the way,” she smiled. 
He moved back from her, turning toward the pier he started to walk. Not noticing that she had stopped to tie her shoe until her hand linked into the crook of her elbow. 
“On your left,” she whispered as she slid into place, resting her head on his shoulder. 
He looked down at her, heart pounding harder than it ever had before and for the first time in a long time he felt relaxed.
It was still warm, the sun lingering on them for a little while longer. As they got to the pier, she leaned up against him and Sam spotted a couple of benches that faced the water. He felt a lump in his throat, remembering his parents. Every single Saturday night, his dad took his mom out for a nice dinner, and then they walked along the pier and made sure to get there before sunset. They'd sit for hours, just talking. They had the kind of relationship that Sam always wanted.
"You okay?" Talia asked.
"Yeah," he managed to choke out. "Just, uh... my parents used to sit on that bench, watch the sunset together. My dad took her out here for their very first date. I always think about them when I come here. Makes me feel closer to them to be here."
Keeping their hands in a warm embrace, Talia snaked her other hand around his forearm. She traced over the fabric of his sweater and looked up at him. His heart almost burst at the sight of this gorgeous woman, wrapped around his arm. “Thank you for sharing that with me,” she whispered. “Let’s go sit for a bit.”
He nodded and they made their way to the closest bench, still walking closely together. He should have been tripping over his own feet but something about her kept him calm, steady. “This one okay?” she asked, breaking their half-embrace to plop down on a bench.
“That one’s perfect,” Sam said, smiling fondly. He sat down beside her, arm resting along the back of the bench, behind Talia. She leaned into him, slightly into his side, resting her hand on his knee, drumming a simple rhythm.
Taking in a deep breath, the two of the gazed out at the water in front of them. Sam took the moment to reflect on the other dates he'd had in the past few months. It dawned on him that none of them were actually interested in him. They hadn't even asked any real questions about himself, but Talia right off the bat just treated him as him. As Sam Wilson. His dark eyes turned and took in every piece of her. The small curls along her hairline, every freckle that adorned her cheeks, the way sunlight reflected in the sunbursts around her pupils. 
"It really is beautiful isn't it?" Talia sighed, snuggling into him. 
A soft smile crept back onto Sam's lips, unable to turn his eyes away from her, "Yeah, it really is" He whispered back. 
Talia looked back up at him, and breathed out a small laugh when she realized he was looking at her, "You're just a big softy aren't you?" She asked, placing a kiss on his jawline. 
Sam laughed, and squeezed her shoulder, "I have to admit something to you.." 
"Oh no, you're not the real Sam Wilson, are you?" She teased. 
"No," he laughed with her, "I know Cass was the reason you and I are out right now, but that's why I asked you out. Truth is, I actually wanted to, but I didn't know how. Cass just pushed me to get there."
“I’m glad he did,” she smiled rubbing her hands together. 
“Are you cold?” He asked, unwrapping himself from her. 
He turned slightly, taking her small hands between his and rubbing them as he brought his mouth closer and breathed warm air between them. She watched him carefully through her thick lashes as he warmed her hands. 
“Thank you,” she leaned against his hold. “I see why your dad brought your mom out here,” she nodded toward the horizon.
Sam glanced at the water before returning his gaze to the blue sea in her eyes, sparkling in the sun. 
“Yeah, I can see why too,” he whispered and placed a gentle kiss on her fingers. Talia’s cheeks flushed and she grinned, freeing one hand to stroke just above his ear, leaning in and kissing him. 
Sam felt her melt into the kiss when his hands went to the back of her neck, supporting her head as he gently traced her lower lip before pulling away.
Every little kiss they shared and small giggle that left her lips engrained itself in Sam's memory and suddenly it was all he thought about. Sam could have sat there for hours tracing every feature of her beautiful face and taking in every little thing that she had to say. All the nerves in his body were on fire when the realization hit that it had been a long time since he'd felt this way for anyone. Bringing back that thought of what was going to happen when his duty called him back away. It was going to be something they would have to deal with together if she was up for it. 
"As much as I really don't want this day to end..." Talia sucked in a deep breath and peppered his jawline with kisses. "I really do have grading to get done for tomorrow, and I am sure your nephews are sitting at the window waiting for you to come home," she teased. 
Sam groaned, and pulled her tightly into his side, "I know you're right..." he whispered, turning to press his lips gently to her forehead, "I didn't realize how late it'd gotten" He chuckled. 
The two of them stood and made their way back to where their cars were parked. Sam hooked an arm around Talia's waist and pulled her flush into his body. "So, can I take you out again?" He smirked down at her. 
"Of your own volition, or is this Cass speaking again?" She smirked, curling a finger into the collar of his sweater. 
Sam laughed, and dipped his head to trace his lips along her neck, "Oh this is definitely me asking..."
Talia hummed, and pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, "Then yes, I would absolutely love to see you again"
Bringing his face back up, and brushing their noses together, Sam smiled into her lips as his arms tightened around her. Finally, he let her go and the two of them said their goodbyes, with promises of another date. He watched her red hair swing over her shoulder as she walked away from him and rounded the corner to climb into her car. 
Sam leaned against the hood of his truck, and sucked in a deep breath, grinning up at the clouds. He was never going to hear the end of this, but there was no way he couldn't not thank Sarah and Cass for pushing him into this. Sure, there was going to be some job stuff to figure out when he no doubt got pulled away for a case, but for some reason the way his heart swelled and the happiness he was finally feeling made it all worth it.
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Keeping Tabs
Sam Wilson x OFC
Prompt: "Anytime you wanna stop by the VA and make me look awesome in front of the girl at the front desk, just let me know."
Warnings: none
Word Count: 2.3k
A/N: Okay so I truuuuuly can't remember the last time I wrote fic for the MCU. So take it easy on me haha. This is also my first fic for Sam! I was rewatching CAWS last night and when I heard him say that line at the beginning my mind instantly took off without me so here we are! Just a quick, fun little thing to get back into the Marvel swing of things.
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She’d been so busy updating the appointment log that she hadn’t even felt the curls that had fallen forward in front of her shoulders let alone heard him walk up to the front desk. Steve could see the intense focus on her face, and he cracked a small smile at it. He felt a little bad interrupting her.
Her eyes snapped up when she heard him clear his throat, growing wide when she saw who was standing on the other side of the desk giving her one of the most charming smiles she’d ever seen. He was still just as pretty even with the fading bruises on his face. “Sorry,” Steve said, “don’t mean to interrupt. I’m looking for someone.”
She nodded, scrambling to get her desk in order as though Captain America was visiting with the intention of running an inspection on her work station. “Y-yes. Yea. Um, sorry, who—who are you looking for?” She finally got herself situated, fingers at the ready above her keyboard so she could look up whoever it was that he said.
“What’s your name?” he asked with another smile.
She wished that it did anything to calm her down at all. “Annalee—you can call me Annie.”
“Hi, Annie.” He held his hand out for her to shake. “I’m Steve.”
“Yea,” she laughed as she shook his hand, sounding a little surer of herself now that the initial shock of it all was starting to wear off, “I know.”
He chuckled, nodding. “Right.”
“You said you were looking for someone?”
“Yea. Sam Wilson?”
Her face brightened up immediately. “Oh! Sam. Yea, hold on one second.”
She reached for the phone on her desk and dialed the number without having to look it up. She flashed Steve a smile as she held the receiver to her ear and waited for Sam to pick up on the other end of the line. Steve saw the way that she was tapping the end of her pen against the desk while she waited for Sam to answer. He leaned slightly against the front desk.
“Sam, hey,” she said when he answered the phone. “I’m good, I’m good. I’ve actually,” she chuckled, “I’ve got a visitor down here looking for you. You got a minute?” She paused for a second before she gave Steve a reassuring nod. “Great, we’ll be here. See you in a sec.” When she hung up the phone, she looked back over at Steve. “He’s on his way.”
“Thank you,” Steve said with a nod.
There was a quiet moment between them before she asked, “So, what does Captain America need to pay Sam a visit for?”
Steve chuckled at the way she phrased it. He shook his head, seeming so nonchalant. “I ran into him a few days ago. Just had a couple things I wanted to talk to him about.”
She had already been a little more curious about Sam than she cared to admit. The reasons for her curiosity before this had nothing to do with Captain America and everything to do with how Sam looked when he smiled and reached over the front desk to borrow pens from her. This was another interesting layer, though, one that she couldn’t pretend didn’t pique her interest. She didn’t hide it well but she wasn’t quite sure that she cared. “Oh really?”
He could see the way that she wanted to ask for more but was trying to hold herself back. Steve tried to play a little dumb and keep his amused expression under control. “Yea, he mentioned—”
“Hey, man,” Sam said, inadvertently cutting off their conversation as he half-jogged up to the front desk. “Everything alright?”
“Sam, hey, yea.” He reached and shook his hand for a moment before continuing. “I was just wondering if I could talk to you for a minute.”
Sam was trying to get a read on Steve’s face, his body language. No matter what it was, it wasn’t as though there was ever going to be a time when he didn’t make time for Captain America. He realized how long he’d been standing there saying nothing, and quickly recovered. “Yea,” he motioned for Steve to follow him, “I got an office just up the stairs.”
Steve nodded, still not looking bothered by much. “Great.” He turned back to the woman behind the desk, who was very intently watching the interaction between the two men on the other side of her desk. “Nice meeting you, Annie.”
She smiled. “You too, Steve.”
When the two of them reached Sam’s office, he shut the door behind them. “You know,” he said with a chuckle, “I only half meant it when I said the thing about the girl at the front desk.”
Steve smiled knowingly. “Figured it couldn’t hurt, but it doesn’t really seem like you need my help.” He paused, watching for Sam’s reaction. “She seems nice.”
“Annie, yea,” Sam said, his expression softer than he realized, “she’s, she’s cool.” Clearing his throat, he tried to get his composure back. “Anyway, did you actually stop by to talk about something? Or were you just trying to be my wingman?”
Steve laughed. “Little of both, actually.”
Annie heard them coming back down towards her front desk before she saw them. She couldn’t even try to venture a guess as to what the two of them had been talking about while they were up in Sam’s office. However, whatever the conversation had been, they were laughing between themselves now.
She looked down at the screen of her computer in a vain effort to not seem like she was listening and watching for them. It wasn’t until they got much closer to her desk that she looked up, flashing a warm smile at the both of them. She listened as the two of them said goodbye to each other, vague promises to get in touch soon about whatever it was that they had been talking about.
“Offer still stands,” Sam said as he shook Steve’s hand, “if you ever want to come to my group. We’d be more than happy to have you.”
Steve nodded, a polite smile on his face. “I’ll think about it.” He turned and faced Annie, smile still in place. “Thank you for your help, Annie.”
“If you ever need to track Sam down,” she said with a soft laugh, “I’m your girl.”
Steve’s eyebrows lifted slightly as he looked back and forth between the two of them. “Good to know.” He said one last quick goodbye to each of them before turning and heading for the door.
Sam lingered by the desk until Steve had completely exited the building. Once the door shut behind him, he leaned onto the desk, peering over the edge of it more dramatically than necessary as he looked at Annie and waited for her to look back at him instead of where Steve had just walked out.
“So, you’re his girl, huh?” Sam joked.
Annie rolled her eyes as she propped her elbows on the edge of her desk. Resting her chin on top of her interlocked fingers, she asked, “What, feeling a little jealous, Sam?”
He laughed, shaking his head like it was a ridiculous notion despite the fact that his face was heating up. “I know he’s Captain America and all, I just thought that we had something special.”
She arched one eyebrow. “Oh, did you?”
“You don’t?” He acted far more offended than he really was.
“Don’t worry, Sam,” she shook her head as the phone started to ring, “you’re still my favorite.” Reaching for the phone, she shot him one more smile. “Doesn’t matter how many super soldiers come through here.”
He was almost thankful that she had to answer the phone, because his mind was completely devoid of any coherent thoughts, let alone something that would make him sound as smooth as he wanted to come off. He forced himself to move, making his way back towards the stairs that led to his office. He could hear the sounds of various murmured conversations across the floor and on the staircase, but the only thing that he was really trying to tune into was the sound of Annie’s voice as she put the person on the phone in touch with whoever they had been calling for.
When Sam was coming back down the stairs at the end of the day, he was immediately looking over to see if Annie was still behind the desk or if she had already taken off for the night. He picked up his pace a little bit when he saw that she was grabbing her purse and her coat as she got ready to leave.
Just as she was stepping out from behind the desk, Sam popped up. She almost ran into him, not looking up as she fished around her purse for her keys. She let out a small laugh as she pushed her hair back out of her face.
“Hey.” She spotted the keys in his hand. “You taking off too?”
He nodded. “Yea.” He gestured and they both started walking towards the door. “You parked far? I can walk with you.” He saw the way a grin stretched across her face and he let out a laugh that he hoped didn’t convey the small shot of nervousness that went through him. “What?”
“No, no,” she adjusted her purse strap on her shoulder, “nothing. I’d,” she looked at him, giant grin still on her face, “I’d like that.”
Relief went through him. “Alright,” he held open the door for her, “lead the way, then.”
The two of them made small talk as they walked towards the lot where Annie’s car was parked. They chatted in broad strokes about their day, about whatever news they’d heard floating around the VA. When they hit a natural lull in the conversation, Annie figured there wasn’t going to be a better time to try and satiate her curiosity.
“So, can I ask what business you have with Captain America?” She chuckled. “Or is that classified?”
Sam laughed—if she only knew the half of it all. He looked over at her and gave a shake of his head, trying to play it all off to be a much smaller deal than any of it really was. “He’s just got some stuff going on with an old friend. Wanted some advice.”
“And he came to you?” she said, a joking lilt to her voice.
His scoff turned into a laugh. “Don’t gotta sound so surprised about it.”
She rested her hand on the outside of his arm for a moment. “I’m not! I’m not.”
“Trying to convince me or convince yourself?” he asked, arching one eyebrow.
She laughed, and for a second Sam forgot about all the mess of the weeks before. She leaned, bumping her shoulder against his as they walked. “I’m not trying to convince anyone.” She paused, her expression sobering up a bit. “Steve, all those people who come to your groups, they need someone in their corner. They’re lucky to have you.” She paused again and waited for him to look over at her. “I mean it.”
Sam nodded, not quite comfortable with the feeling of praise but he wasn’t totally adverse to it either. It was hard to shy away from it when she seemed so genuine about it. It was hard to shy away from it when really, she was someone that he hoped had a few good thoughts about him every now and then.
“Thank you,” he finally managed, with more effort than it should’ve taken.
Annie saw the entire internal conflict go across his facial features in real time. Rather than piling onto it, she spun her keys around her finger and said, “Thank you for walking me to my car.” She hit the unlock button and the car’s headlights flashed once.
“Anytime you want company, come track me down. You know,” he smirked, “since that’s apparently your thing now.”
“Psh,” she laughed as she walked to the driver’s door of her car, “it’s always been my thing.”
“Keeping tabs on me?” he asked with a smile.
She pulled the car door open, “Trying to, at least.”
“You think that maybe,” he leaned against the opposite side of her car, “giving me your number might make that a little easier?”
She braced herself against her car the same way that he was, mirroring him with a grin. “Really think I’d be doing myself a favor with that?”
“Can’t make things worse, right?”
She laughed. “Thrilling endorsement. How am I supposed to say no?” She held her hand out. “Toss me your phone.”
Any attempt to seem collected and cool about it flew out the window. Sam immediately reached into his pocket and tossed his cell phone over to her so she could put her number in. There was a grin tugging at her lips as she added herself to his contacts. She tossed the phone back to him, trying not to laugh when he almost dropped it completely.
“I’ll see you tomorrow?” she asked when he recovered.
He nodded. “That’s the plan.” He lightly tapped on the frame of her car. “Get home safe.”
“You too,” she said with a smile before finally sliding into the driver’s seat.
Sam turned and started to walk back in the direction where his car was parked. He didn’t even make it to the end of the block before pulling his phone back out and scrolling to find Annie’s name in his contacts.
He typed out a message and hit send before he could talk himself out of it. “Hey, it’s Sam”
He’d hardly put the phone back away when it chimed with a response. Checking the notification, he couldn’t help but to laugh and shake his head. “Took you long enough”
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The Tower: One Shots
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Requests for Tower One Shots are Open
I am opening up to requests for stories related to the Tower.  These requests can be smutty or not.  Think things like missing scenes (eg; Bruce asking Elly to have a baby with him, Elly’s first mission), smut pairings you would like to see (eg: Bucky/Clint/Natasha/Elly, Tony/Natasha/Elly), smut stories involving specific kinks or focuses (eg: an orgy where the focus is on Wanda, Elly, Bruce and come play), or Stories that I have written from other character's points of view.
Rules:
Elly needs to be involved in some way.  If she’s not there, they need to be dealing with something related to her.
No smut that doesn’t involve Elly
No D*ddy/M*mmy kink
I don’t think I should specify this but no noncon (some things that might be considered dub-con in certain situations like somnophillia or sex while drunk are okay, but the consent will be given before the event so it’s not dubious). 
No Hulk-related smut (I’m okay with the idea that the Hulk has sex, but I can’t write it sorry).
No Tower AU requests (for example; I’m not writing what if Carol Danvers or Matt Murdock were part of the group)
I might write smut involving extra people if it fits the canon of the Tower story.  (For example, I have said Elly’s first lover outside the sex-vengers was Brunnhilde, and that she sees Loki as a family member, try and think who and how others might fit based on that.)
How to make requests:
Tumblr: Sending an Ask is best because I won’t lose them.  DM is okay, as is replying to the One Shot master list as a comment.
AO3: Reply to the One-Shot fic as a comment (preferably on chapter one)
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One Shot Masterlist
Spa Day -  Wanda, Natasha, and Elly spend the day at a spa, and come back in a very playful mood.
The Burden of Guilt -  Bucky wakes in the middle of the night from a nightmare about killing Tony’s parents.  Elise takes him to address the problem head-on.
Under the Table - It’s Elly’s birthday, and after dinner the group have their own special kind of party game, one where they find out how well they know each other, and who can keep a good poker face.
Birthday Treats -  Bucky and Tony distract Elly before her special birthday breakfast and let her call all the shots.
The Science Conference -  Tony and Bruce attend a Science Conference to support Elise.  After her lecture they have their very own private conference.
Steve’s Special Day -  Steve and Elly spend the day together and Steve comes to a realization.
The Phone Call -  When Clint continues to bug Elly at work, she takes him up to Steve’s office to play a game.
Wanda’s Test -  Wanda, Natasha, and Elise have a very special girl’s night, where Wanda is the sole focus of attention.
New Parents -  The sex-vengers have to adapt to being parents of newborns.
A Banner Baby  -  When the group agree that one more baby would be a welcome addition to their very large family, Elise finds out what it’s like to be pregnant with a Hulk.
Loss and Grief - The group loses Rhodey and has to come to terms with the fact they will outlive all their friends.
Starting Without Us -  Bruce and Elly come to bed to find the rest of the group has started something without them.
The King and I -  After a long day on the throne, Thor and Elly take time to relax with each other
Loki -  Elly reminisces about Loki’s first introductions to each of the groups children, then the god of mischief gives her some needed alone time with Thor.
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rain-lavender-rain · 11 months
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Rose Colored Love -- Chapter 3
Chapter 3- Louisiana
Warnings: descriptions of violence, wounds, cussing, female main character.
Word Count- ~1.4
Chapter Summary: Rose agrees to help Sam. But, who is Frank, and what does Sam think he's doing bringing Rose to Louisiana, where mosquitos are as abundant as birds?!
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Sam couldn't say for sure what he was expecting from the conversation, but he wasn't expecting it to be that easy. He recognized the lick of fire in Rose's eyes though. She was determined, that much the man could tell. He just hoped she wouldn't spiral, wouldn't regret it later, wouldn't get hurt.
It was relatively easy for Rose to pack up her stuff and leave, locking the cabin door behind her and jumping into Sam's truck. Once he got to the end of the drive, she asked him to stop.
"Stop the truck. I'll be right back." She said, jumping out and jogging over to the other home that sat on the edge of the property.
Rose knew her neighbor would be awake by now. He was an early riser too, already sitting on the porch drinking a cup of coffee.
"Hey Charles!"
Charles smiled back at the young woman.
"Thought that was Wilson's truck coming down the drive earlier. You leaving darlin'?" He asked with the southern drawl coming out to greet her.
"Yeah, you know how it is. Duty calls." She answered with a soft smile. "You can still call if you need anything."
Charles shook his head and set down his cup of coffee, getting up slowly. He was older, kind, didn't ask too many questions, but was understanding just the same. Plus, Rose adored him.
She walked towards the older man, and gently hugged him. He returned the hug, but not without scolding her.
"Don't be getting too soft and sentimental on me, Viano!" Charles said. He was one of the few people who could get away with calling Rose by her last name nowadays.
"Never!" Rose replied back with a smile. "Promise you won't get into too much trouble while I'm gone." she joked.
"Well, can't make a promise I know I won't keep." he said with a fond smile.
Rose chuckled and gave him one more hug before stepping off the porch.
"I'll be back soon."
"You better be! And if Wilson gives you too hard of a time, you have my full support and permission to kick his ass!"
Rose faked a salute, and laughed as she got back into Sam's truck, both of them waving at Charles as they left.
Soon after Sam pulled out from the drive, Rose fell asleep, using her jacket as a pillow against the door. The only noise was the ambience of the truck rolling down the road as muffled country music played at a low volume.
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"We're here." he said softly, grabbing her bags before she could say anything about it.
The girls feet hit the ground and she shot him a glare. Sam knew it bothered her whenever he tried to do something nice, as Rose liked to be independent, so he just put on a smirk.
"Where-" Rose stopped in her tracks and looked around, letting out a groan, the humidity already hitting her lungs as soon as she inhaled.
"Please don't tell me you've set up shop in Louisiana for this, Sam." She said, following him inside.
Sam laughed, amused at her rather negative reaction before throwing a bottle of bug spray at Rose. She had half the mind to chuck it right back at him, but settled for a glare instead.
"Of course I did. It's away from Sarah and the kids, but close enough that I can help them out if need be. Plus, this house is off the books." He responded simply.
"And, please, use the bug spray this time. Don't need you scratching away like last time, like a dog with fleas."
Rose didn't feel like responding to his antics, instead following him inside the front door of the small house. It was more like a cottage mixed with a cabin. Not huge, but not small either. It was one floor with a decent sized kitchen and living room connected to each other, with bedrooms and bathrooms down the hall.
"Your room is this one." Sam said, walking into Rose's new room to set her bags down. He came back into the kitchen and spotted the girl opening up the file that was sitting on the barstool countertop. Her eyes flickering over the words.
Silently, or as silently as Sam could, he tried to let her read everything that was in the file, grabbing a bottle of water out of the fridge while he waited.
Her eyes closed for moment before she spoke, the shock and disbelief clouding the features of Rose's face.
"I'm sorry Sam, but this is ridiculous... Impossible. I don't even understand why in the world someone would sign his name on these documents."
She started to get upset, getting up from the chair she had sat in moments before. Sam, the empath as always, knew she was probably about to explode.
"He's dead, Sam. Dead." The anger started to rise and her voice got louder, showing the ugly feelings that were bursting from inside.
"He's dead." She said again, walking towards him.
"And the fact that anyone would ever think for a second that somehow I would be connected to- to that name on those papers- after what he did? That sick traitor? It's absolutely disgusting, and you of all people should know that."
Rose stood in front of Sam now, fists clenched, anger rolling off in brutal waves.
Sam's eyes softened, heart breaking all over again. He could still see it in his mind- Rose laying in the warehouse broken and bleeding after her partner betrayed her; after Sam and Riley had gone against direct orders to get Rose back.
"I know it wasn't you who signed those papers, Rose. But, we have to figure out who it was."
She stepped back, and slammed her hands against the counter. Her voice softening before speaking again.
"It wasn't me, Sam. I was beaten within an inch of my life by Frank." Rose grimaced. Saying his name still made her want to throw up.
Sam nodded, knowing she was right, but didn't want to interrupt her. It was something he was good at- listening, and sometimes, he knew that's what his friend needed the most.
"Beaten because of what I did- because what I was doing was the right thing do to. I betrayed him, because what he was doing was wrong. And before you tell me that it wasn't my fault, listen."
The girl's voice filled with shame, heartbreak, and guilt.
"I blame myself. If I had just trusted you. Decided not to be so stubborn; listened to you instead of getting upset, I never would have been paired with Frank. None of it would have ever happened." she said.
"If he's somehow still out there- I want to be there to take him out, make sure he's actually dead. I want to be the one to do it so I can make sure that low life piece of shit is gone." Her voice was steady, almost eerily calm by the end.
Sam had nothing else he could say in the moment. He knew it would never be enough. The man blamed himself too from time to time, angry that he ever let a fight between the two of them get so bad that she wasn't his partner for the short amount of time. But, he also knew the importance of forgiveness, towards himself, and towards others, and how important it was to try to move on from the past.
Before Sam could speak, another presence entered the room, making close to zero noise. He sat the piece of paper in his hands down on the counter between the two friends.
The sheet contained a circle underneath the bulk of all the letters and numbers that covered it. The words stared up at the people reading it.
"Shipment Notice -- Location: VENICE, LOUISIANA, CYPRESS COVE -- Time: 21:00."
Rose and Sam looked at the paper, and then back at the man who's face held a look that was rather unreadable.
"Hey Rose." he said, seemingly unbothered by the conversation that took place in the kitchen.
She met his blue eyes, as the tiniest smile came to reveal itself.
"Hey Buck."
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namedafteraprincess · 2 years
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somethin' about you
pairing: Sam Wilson x Mya (original character)
warnings: none, pure Sam Wilson fluff
word count: 2.2k
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Sam sighed deeply and sat down on the edge of the boat, stretching his leg out in front of him to keep himself steady, and taking a large swig out of his beer. Bucky and him had been working on the boat all day, with the help of their community and Sarah, of course. It had turned into more of a street party but that's what happens when communities come together, and Sam loved every moment of it. As the sunset over the harbour, he finally allowed himself to rest. He took a moment to take in everything that had led to this moment. This moment of being at home and content with his world. Sam couldn't help but smile to himself.
"Hey! This is your boat, why am I doing all the work?" Bucky questioned jokingly, as he shoved Sam's foot off the edge back into the boat and sat in its place.
Bucky's words pulled Sam back to the present and he scoffed, "Man I did just as much work as you did today, without the super soldier strength."
Bucky rolled his eyes and took a long swig of his beer.
"Will you two stop bickering! I swear you're like an old married couple" She laughed, as she wrote something on her clipboard and yelled at her boys for running to close to the edge of the dock. Sarah loved having Sam and Bucky here to help but sometimes it felt like she had four kids to look after when the two of them got into it. "Sam, someone's here to see you..." She winked, before walking away. Sam frowned and stood up, he never trusted when his sister winked at him like that.
"Bye Sarah" Bucky called after her with a grin on his face, glancing over at Sam just in time to see him scowl.
"Don't flirt with my sister." He said in his 'Captain America' voice, as his nephews called it. 
Bucky laughed and shot him a cocky grin. He was about to say something back before his eyes flicked from Sam to someone behind him.
She approached the boat slowly, hands clasped in front of her nervously, and as her dark brown eyes landed on Sam, a small nervous smile crept onto her plump pink lips. She took a deep breath, and casually swiped a hand through her long, dark hair. "Hi Sammy..."
Sam's breath caught in his throat, his eyes widening a little in shock. That voice. Her voice. A voice he hadn't heard in years. Since he had left for the air force. He starred at Bucky for just a second before slowly turning around. His eyes locked in with hers, "Mya..." He breathed.
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June, 1996
Mya giggled and reached over, nudging his arm gently, "Will you relax! We'll be fine" She smiled sweetly at him. "They're just trying to scare us! It's why we've been sitting here for so long."
Sam exhaled and looked over at Mya. This was not what he planned for their last hangout. It was going to be their last official hangout just the two of them before going their separate ways and Sam just wanted it to be perfect. He shook his head and let out a breathy laugh. He didn't know how long he had been staring at the beautiful girl sitting next to him, but he knew couldn't help it. The way the blue and red lights of the police cars reflected in her eyes made him realize just how much he cared about this girl.
"I know, you're right. But my dad's going to kill me if he finds out about this... If there's anything left of me after your mom kills me... I just wanted a perfect night with you."
"Sammie it was perfect! Maybe sitting in the back of a cop car wasn't exactly what we had planned but think of the story we're writing right now!" She leaned her head over onto his shoulder and smirked up at him.
Sam shook his head again and glanced his eyes down at her, "Everything is a story to you..." He replied with a smirk. "Not everything has to be a story moment, you know."
"Yes, I know that, but everything is! Plus, when I'm a doctor, I'm going to have to be all professional and grown up! I need fun wild stories from my youth to keep close to me. You bring out those moments!" She grinned. "And you know what would make this story moment even better... If we got out and ran away" Mya giggled, looking back at Sam. "Come on! Why are you being so serious tonight, Wilson? You usually love our story moments"
"I'm sorry Mya, I do love your story moments. There's just a lot on my mind," He sighed and hung his head. "I leave in a few days and I'm... scared. I just wanted to make the most of our time" Sam confessed quietly.
Mya took a deep breath, and looked at Sam. She knew it was more than that. Sam sometimes forgot that the two of them had known each other since they were 4 years old, and she knew him better than anyone.
"Sammie... We'll be fine. I promise."
"How do you know that?"
"Because it's us! It's been us forever and it will always be us. Nothing has torn us apart yet and nothing will."
Just as Sam was about to reply, the officers opened the doors and told them they were free to go. When they got back to Sam's, he rounded the truck and opened Mya's door for her. She took a deep breath and looked up at him as she got out of the truck. Before Sam could say goodbye, Mya wrapped him in a tight hug.
"You are going to do incredible things. And I will be cheering you on the whole way." She pulled back and offered him a small smile, "Don't forget about me, Wilson." Mya whispered, placing a light kiss on his cheek before letting him go and jogging off down the street towards her house.
That was the last time the two of them had seen each other. They wrote a few times while Sam was away and Mya was in college, but life happened and both moved through different pathways, each of them going headfirst into their careers. Never forgetting about each other though,  and hoping they'd meet again someday.
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"What are you doing here?" Sam asked, climbing up onto the dock and engulfing Mya in a big hug, lifting her off the ground. "It's good to see you! I thought you were living in Manhattan."
"I was!" She giggled, as she was set back on the ground. "But my apartment building was kind of destroyed by an alien army, so I moved back home. Plus, the hospital here was understaffed and I wanted to help."
"That's incredible. I always knew you'd take over this place."
"Coming from Captain America, I'd say that's a pretty big compliment." She teased.
Bucky cleared his throat from beside them, causing Sam to roll his eyes, "Mya, this is my friend Bucky..."
Mya turned to Bucky and offered him a smile, "It's very nice to meet you, Bucky"
Bucky climbed onto the dock with a smirk on his face and extended his hand, "Hi Mya."
Sam pointed at Bucky, "No!" He turned back to Mya and smiled, nodding down the street, "Let's go for a drink."
"Bye Bucky" Mya giggled, giving him a little wave as she dramatically turned and followed Sam down the street.
Bucky laughed, scrunching up his nose, and shook his head a little before going off to play with Sam's nephews. He had never seen Sam smile that big before and there were definitely some details he would have to get out of Sarah so that he knew how to tease him about it later.
Sam folded his hands nervously in front of him and took a deep breath. This was the first time he had felt scared of something in a long time. But it was Mya. His first and closest friend. And his first love. This wasn't just any reunion; this was something he had been anticipating since coming back home but hadn't gotten the courage to call her. 
The two of them sat at a little bar for and caught up on everything they had missed in each other's lives. It was calm and natural, just like no time had passed. They were right back to their old ways, teasing each other and bringing up old memories to fill the time. After a while the two of them made their way back out into the fresh air, walking back to the boat along the water.
"Wow, a pediatrician with your own practise! That's incredible. I knew you were going to do big things Mya," Sam smiled softly, gently nudging her shoulder.
Mya chuckled, "Thanks Sam. I used to treat your nephews you know. Sarah said she didn't want to trust anyone else with them." She smiled and nudged him back. "What about you, Mr. Captain America himself! That's pretty amazing!"
Sam jumped down onto the boat and held his hand out, helping Mya down before making their way to the port side of the boat to look out at the water.
"Oh no! I'm just Sam around here," He replied, smiling up at the sky and taking a deep breath. "I uh, I meant to call you when I came back to town. Sarah had told me that you were back living here and kept bugging me to call you..."
"Why didn't you?"
Sam cleared his throat and shook his head a little, "I couldn't..." He all but whispered. "I was... scared, I guess. Seeing you again was something I had thought about a lot, but when it came to actually taking that step, I just..."
"So Captain America, too scared to call an old friend" Mya smirked over at him.
Sam let out a breathy laugh and shook his head, turning to meet Mya's brown eyes, "Sam Wilson... too scared to call the girl he's been in love with since he was 14..." He said quietly.
Mya kept her eyes on Sam, tears pricking in the corners of her eyes, "What?" She whispered, biting the inside of her cheek.
For a moment, Sam wished he could take that back. He had just reconnected with one of the most important people in his life and here he was about to mess it all up. But in that moment, he couldn't help himself. It was meant to be a joke, but Sam very much meant it. Sure, he had dated here and there when he had the time, but nothing ever stuck and he didn't know why until he saw her, standing there on the dock in front of him again. It was her. It's always been her.
"I should have told you the day I left town, but back then I was so worried about ruining our friendship that I kept it to myself." He shrugged. "With everything that's happened the past few years, it's taught me that life is to unpredictable and short to hold things back because of fear..."
Sam reached forward and gently brushed her fingers with his, keeping his eyes focused on hers.
A small smile started to creep onto Mya's lips, as her eyes scanned Sam's face. These were words she had been dreaming about hearing from him since they were teenagers, and finally there it was, out in the open, where they should have been all along. "Are you going to kiss me or not?"
With that, Sam closed the gap between them, placing his hands on either side of Mya's face and pressed his lips to hers. Mya's hands started on Sam's biceps and snaked their way up around his neck. She went onto her toes and deepened the kiss. Butterflies exploded in her stomach as Sam's tongue ran along her bottom lip. His hands moved down and gripped her waist tightly. She moved back just enough to whisper, "I love you too" moving her lips back to his.
Mya broke the kiss, and sucked in a deep breath "Look, I just want you to know that there are no expectations here. I know you have a life and the captain America gig... There were a lot of confessions and emotions that came out tonight, but I want you to know that I understand your position and I don't want to get in the way of..."
"Woah, woah Mya stop. Yes, being Captain America is a lot and I will probably be away a lot. But there is no way I am letting you go again. Not ever. There will be a lot here to figure out, for both of us..." Sam chuckled, wrapping his arms around her waist, and pulling her into him. "But one phone call. One text message. And I am here. Whenever you need me, for whatever reason, I will come back for you. Always." Sam whispered as he rested his forehead against Mya's.
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dilemmaontwolegs · 1 year
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Broken Wings || Pt.5
Sam Wilson x OFC Ada Marks
Summary: A 6-8 part mini series following OC Ada Marks as she rekindles a relationship with Sam but can they really get past their long history for a fresh start or is it better to just let go. Set after FATWS with Bucky and Sam being friends. Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW, violence, warfare, sexual themes. || Series Masterlist || Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7 ||
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Afghanistan, 2013
“I don’t like this,” I said for the third time as Sam and Riley worked quickly to pack up the camp we had set up. “We should go together.”
Riley sighed to himself but wouldn’t say anything because it wasn’t in his nature to go against an order despite hating when we were separated too. “How long until they get here?” 
“Chopper will be here in an hour,” Sam said as he sat on my rucksack so I could zip the overfull bag closed. “You and I fly in at 2300.”
“What about me?” I rose with my hands on my hips.
“We have been over this babe, two of us going in is already a risk,” he said, shaking his head. “You’ll be on standby, Ada.”
I wasn’t happy with the strategy but arguing would get me nowhere, but I would damn well make sure I was ready and waiting should one of them need me. 
I rolled up my mattress and tied it up with twine before tossing it out of the tent and onto the growing pile of belongings. My uniform was the only thing left unpacked but I wouldn’t change into it until the tent was dismantled. Taking it down would break a sweat and the last thing I wanted was to sit in damp clothes on an hour long flight back to base. 
“Incoming,” Riley announced as he heard the chopper blades while we were rolling the last of the canvas tent up tight. 
We quickly shoved the tent into its travel sack and covered our eyes as our transport arrived, kicking up dust in its wake. Two fairly new soldiers jumped out and helped us pack the chopper with our bags before we strapped in and we were off. The desert terrain fell away as we climbed higher and higher and the peace I had felt camping with my boyfriends fell away with it. 
“We’re home,” Riley said as he shook my shoulder and woke me up. 
I rubbed my eyes and tried to lift my head off Sam’s shoulder but his head was heavy on top of mine and I nudged his side so he would wake up. He lifted his head and looked around, forgetting for a moment where we were before stretching and waiting for the skids to touch down.
“58th in the house!” A loud voice called out over the sounds of the engine turning off and we all smiled at the 48th Rescue Squadron leader. 
“You know how it is, Fischer, call in the big guns when shit gets real,” Sam joked as he pulled him into a hug and clapped each other on the back.
“Only until they share your tech with the rest of us,” Staff Sergeant Ian Fischer retorted with a laugh. “Go on, everyone’s in the bullring.”
I gave Ian a hug and Riley shook his hand as we walked past on our way to the building that Sam was already disappearing into. Riley slung his arm over my shoulder as he caught up and I felt the pre-mission jitters and excitement begin to build. I had no idea that just 12 hours later my world would come crashing down.
“Alright, Falcon and Eagle, you have Starling for backup but we want to get in and out under the radar so the less Exo-7s out and about the better.” 
We all nodded as we stepped into the straps of our suits and began the quite lengthy task of securing our jet propulsion wings to our backs. We checked each other’s buckles to make sure they were snug before stepping out into the cool evening air. I pushed my ear comms deeper into my ear to make sure it wouldn’t fall loose when I flew and checked that everyone could hear each other as well as command central. 
We reached the clearing where our take off point was and I stood between Sam and Riley, holding one of their hands each in mine. We had seven years of pararescue missions under our belts, four of those with the Exo-7 wings. It still never made this moment any easier. 
“These things we do,” Sam said as he squeezed my hand.
“So others may live,” Riley followed.
“58th until the end.” 
We never said I love you. We never said goodbye. It was an unspoken rule that had never been broken. We stepped away from each other and expanded our wings before engaging the jets and taking to the skies. Two yellow dots were blipping in my helmet and those would be the two lights that guided me home, Falcon and Eagle. 
"The target is 8.6 miles northeast of Dabay. Uploading coordinates now,” Air command notified us through our comms before a red dot was added to the map in my helmet. 
"Eagle, take the right flank. Starling, stay out of range behind us."
We followed Sam's direction and I broke away as we reached the mountains that crashed steeply into the valley where Khandil was in hiding. I watched as Riley barrel rolled to the right and they both dove down into the dark depths and out of my sight. The air was still as I hovered in place ready for any sign of trouble but there didn't seem to be any. I was beginning to think the intel was wrong as their positioning beacons showed they had landed in the enemies territory unscathed. 
Suddenly machine guns fired in rapid succession and I heard Sam call out to Riley as he located Khandil. Their beacons moved hastily around my helmet as they manoeuvred their way about of the valley they were trapped in and Sam confirmed he had Khandil in his custody. Unable to remain in position any longer, I set my thrusters to full speed and raced over the terrain to reach Sam and Riley. 
Bullets hit my wings as I swooped at the insurgents and took some of the heat away from my men before I saw an alert for a missile heading straight for me and I tucked my wings in close, dropping from the sky. I felt the heat of the explosion above me and looked up to find Riley had protected me from the shrapnel and other projectiles. Opening my wings wide I blew a thank you kiss to Riley before heading back to Sam.
"Starling, get out of here," Sam called out as I reached him. "Eagle, let's go!"
We both looked back as we banked sharply to avoid an RPG heading towards us and I turned to see another RPG coming from behind.
“RILEY!”
Time slowed as the horror unfolded before our eyes. He had a 50/50 chance of banking left or right to dodge the RPG that passed us but he chose wrong. His right wing curled in and he turned right into the second RPG that was coming up behind him. Fire and flames engulfed him and there was nothing that I could do as he disappeared in the explosion. 
Fury flooded me as I looked down at the men scattered around the valley walls, from here they looked like ants and those ants took Riley from me. Sam was calling out to me, ordering me to leave but I couldn’t just let them get away with what they did. I pulled the comms piece out of my ear and dropped it as I tucked my wings in and plummeted from the sky. 
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The drive from York to Washington DC was quiet. The only voice that broke the silence was Riley as he pressed his nose to the window and watched the scenery pass us by, questions flowing from his lips quicker than the water of the Potomac River Sam drove along. Trying to ask him to have quiet time was futile and I had given up by the time we crossed that state line into Maryland, opting to try to sleep instead.
“Mr Wilson?” Riley asked as he leant into the middle of the seat and found Sam looking at him in the small mirror.
“Come on little man, call me Sam.” He smiled. “What’s up?”
“What was my dad like?” 
I fought the urge to open my eyes and kept my head on my rolled up hoodie that was doubling as a pillow for the drive. 
“Shouldn’t you be asking your mom about him?” Sam was obviously uncomfortable with the question and you heard the leather seats creak with his shuffle of movements.
“I think it makes her sad when I ask.” 
Sam’s sigh was barely audible but you knew he did it. “He was brave and kind and always put everyone else first. He was like you, protective of your mom.”
Riley chewed his lip and returned to looking out his window before gasping with fright. I bolted upright and leant across the seat to look out his window and spotted a man flying towards us with a rudimentary version of a wingsuit. 
Grabbing Riley, I tucked him under my arms and slipped a pair of control gloves over my hands to activate my wingsuit that was in the cargo hold.
“We’ve got company,” I growled as I noticed another man out my window and grabbed my son’s face. “Stay low, Ry. Hear me? Just stay low.”
“Ada, what are you-”
I pinned Sam with a stare through the rearview mirror and interrupted him, “What I have to, get Riley out of here.” 
Wind whipped around the car as I opened the door and dove out, Riley and Sam’s shouts sounding behind me. The back of the car exploded as my wingsuit tore through the metal and erupted out of it before they slammed into my back and saved me from hitting the asphalt road. 
The thruster kicked in almost immediately and I was thrown forward with the power much stronger than the previous marks had been able to pull. I almost screamed in exhilaration but it was the fear of my son that kept me focused on the two targets I had my eyes on.
It was mere seconds later that I was swooping past the car and the men with the inferior suits were too slow to avoid my sharp blades that slashed through their own wings before they could draw their weapons. One crashed heavily into the highway and came to a rest unmoving but the other managed to crash into the grass verge and lifted his weapon towards Sam’s car, at my son. 
I could never make it there in time but my wingsuit could. There was no time to think about myself as I flicked my wrist and fell from the sky as my suit disappeared from my back. A scream of pain tore from my lips as I landed badly on my already sore leg, my skin shredding along the road as I rolled but it was all secondary to the relief I felt as the wings wrapped around the back of the car, protecting its occupants from the bullets. 
The harsh sound of metal dragging across the ground had me look away from where Riley was safe and I found the man who had attacked up aiming his gun at me. It wasn’t the first time I had stared down a barrel but it was not something that ever got any easier and I felt the blood rushing in my ears as my heart raced. I didn’t want to die but I couldn’t risk bringing the wingsuit back and leaving Riley unprotected, he was my world. 
“My boss wants you alive so he can kill you himself,” the man spoke in Pashto. 
“Khandil can kiss my ass,” I spat back and jutted my chin to the road behind him. “If he wants me, he’s going to have to go through that.”
The man’s eyes widened as he looked over his shoulder and saw Sam throw his vibranium shield. The metal crashed into his back, breaking the wingsuit he wore and throwing him off balance and off aim, right into my fist that rendered him an unconscious mess on the asphalt. 
“I told you to look after Riley!”
“I wasn’t going to leave you, again,” Sam said as his voice broke and he scooped me up as gently as he could. There was no stopping the memories that assaulted me as I inhaled the woody scent of his cologne and my head found its way into the curve where his strong shoulders met his neck. It was a place that always felt like home, and it still did.
“You really outdid yourself,” he said with a rather disbelieving chuckle as he reached the car and you closed the wingsuit up with a swish of your hand. “It’s like you’re trying to one up me.”
I barked a laugh as he slipped me onto the backseat beside a worried Riley who I immediately wrapped in my arms as I cocked an eyebrow at Sam. “Have you looked in the mirror lately? Nothing can outdo that costume of yours.”
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Aurore Williams : Emily Bett Rickards
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detectiveruebennett · 2 years
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The Stars Write Back
"Love of my life, don't leave me."
— love of my life • queen
pairing: sam wilson x starr viriano (black!oc)
genre: angst
word count: 264
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His eyes glossed over with silver tears. Pouring rain seeped against his damp skin and dripped down onto his neck. It was a warm summer night, but Sam had never felt so cold.
It wrapped around his bones and froze his blood into slush in his veins. The absence of someone was more frozen than any weather change. 
He could still see her eyes in his mind—as navy as the starry sky and as devastatingly beautiful as his cracking heart. 
Her last words had been an “I love you.” Spoken through him instead of to him, but he’d taken them for himself anyway. 
A sob tore through his lips at the loneliness of the loss; the sheer tragedy of having a part of himself fade away before he could indeed find the words to express how deeply she could thread herself into his reality. 
Because to anyone else, she was a simple collection of words—a spill of black ink, a vessel to a writer’s fingertips, one last page left turned. But to Sam, at that moment, she was everything.
She was Sam's warmth—the temporary tape to his broken smiles and the laughter filling his sagging lungs. She was the hand that reached into the hole around him, pulling him out quickly without thinking of herself. 
She’d saved Sam from himself and his empty, chaotic mind. And yet, here he was, standing in the rain alone with nothing but a silver chain in his grasp. Because, in the end, he had to love her all alone.
And that was the coldest truth of it all.
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wickedsingularity · 4 months
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Six Christmases Advent Calendar 2023 [December 9th]
Six Christmases Advent Calendar 2023 Masterlist
Summary: They had their first date on Christmas Day five years ago, and this year they’re planning something special to celebrate the anniversary. We get to know them as they prepare for Christmas and the anniversary, but something doesn’t go to plan.
Pairings/characters: Sam Wilson x reader (but not really) Warnings: Mild language Words: 276
Note: This story is supposed to be in 5 parts and it's already December 9th and we're at 2304 words total and only partly through the second part. This is gonna be a monster 😅
For @iguess-theyre-mymess
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Their kitchen wasn't large and it got messy very quickly. But they were having fun together, and Sam made sure it didn't get too messy. They had the radio on, but no Christmas music. It was enough of that everywhere else, so they were listening to some local band from New Orleans. Apparently, the singer was a distant relative of his. Slow, soft and comfortable, but occasionally a fast beat made them dance a little. Sam even sang along with the music now and then, their dog joining in sometimes.
Evelyn was using a small spoon to press lightly down on the dozen carefully rolled balls on the sheet pan in front of her. Sam was stirring a couple of jars of different flavours jam, getting ready to dollop some onto the thumbprint cookies.
"Oh, I just remembered!" Evelyn exclaimed, dumping the spoon into a dirty mixing bowl in the sink. "The restaurant finally confirmed our reservation today."
Sam scooped up a generous amount of raspberry jam and dropped it onto one of the cookies. "About goddamn time. How long has been since I first called them?" He looked at Evelyn as she leaned her back against the sink.
"A couple of months, I think." She shook her head. "It's going to be worth it though."
This Christmas Day would be the fifth anniversary of their first date. There was this fancy and ridiculously expensive restaurant they'd always wanted to go to, so they decided they would treat themselves this anniversary.
"I fucking hope so," he said. The last cookie was filled, and Evelyn put the pan into the oven while Sam put the jam away.
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thesugarclubs-blog · 6 months
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Always Been You - Sam Wilson x OC
warnings: injured Sam, hurtxcomfort, neighbors to lovers, sweet fluff
word count: 6.5k
WP: https://www.wattpad.com/1385057799-always-been-you-tamara
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She hated nights like these. It had nothing to do with the fall chill that had settled comfortably over the night or the fact that her bottle of wine had been empty for the last three hours. Tamara glanced out of the front bay window of her home. Her gaze flickered to the darkened porch across the road just as she had done every night for the past two days. 
Sam had always at least texted her to tell her when he was coming home. Every time his name lit up her screen it felt like she had swallowed a hoard of butterflies and though he never had to ask for her to wait up for him, she always did. Tamara checked her phone, again, just in case she had missed a text but still nothing. 
As the night went on, his empty driveway did nothing to stifle the anxiety growing like a weighted ball in her stomach. Tamara pushed herself up off her couch, switching off the television she hadn’t been watching and moved to her kitchen. She started cleaning up her mess from dinner, washing dishes and doing everything she could to keep herself busy. 
It wasn’t until after she wiped down her island for the third time that she tossed the rag onto the counter, taking a glimpse at the spotless kitchen. A flicker of light flashed over her living room, catching her attention. Her breath caught in her chest, knowing what that flicker meant. She made her way back to the window only to see his truck parked in the driveway. A sense of relief washed over her as she waited for him to climb out. His headlights turned off but when he stayed inside the truck her brows furrowed in worry.  Something was wrong. 
She waited a bit to see if he would open his door, maybe he just needed a minute. But as the seconds ticked by and there was no sign of movement Tamara quickly walked back into her living room, grabbing a cardigan from her coat rack and her keys and headed out the door. Running across the street she went up Sam’s driveway and his truck. When she got to the drivers side she knocked on the window. 
“Sam?…” she froze, her knuckles against the glass. Sam was leaning against the headrest of his seat; the side of the face she could see was slightly swollen and red. What happened to him?
His adam's apple bobbed in his throat as he swallowed, opening his dark eyes to meet hers, furrowing his brow and then wincing just slightly. There was a small cut on the side of his lip and Tamara could feel the budding concern in her chest grow the more she looked at him. 
Tugging on the handle of the driver door, Sam plastered on a weak smile, "What are you doing up right now?" He groaned as he twisted his body to step out of the car. 
 "I - couldn't sleep," Tamara shook her head, extending her hands out to him, "let's get you inside." 
"I'm fine," Sam huffed, a playful smirk trying to find its way onto his lips, "although I'd never turn down the offer to hold a pretty girls hands" 
"Sam," she breathed out a chuckle as she helped him stand from the car. His dark blue long sleeve straining against his check with a small speck of red seeping through. Tamara had never wished for someone else to be hurt before but in that moment, she kind of hoped it was someone else's blood on his shirt and not his own. "When you didn't get out of the truck on your own, I got worried, '' she finally admitted quietly. 
"You were worried about me?" 
There was that cheeky Sam Wilson, breaking through the pain he was in just to get a rise out of her.
"More like I was worried about Sarah having a heart attack if she saw you passed out in your car," she teased back.
His laugh was interrupted by a groan as he clutched the side of his torso a little harder, his breathing a little labored and Tamara's heart broke at the sight of him in pain. She had to put on a strong face though so he wouldn't notice and try to hide from her.
"Come on let's get you inside, Sammy." 
She urged him softly, slowly putting one foot in front of the other so he could keep up while leaning on her.
“I do wish you’d take better care of yourself,” she added, adjusting her position and sliding her arm around his waist.
“It’s not as if I choose to get hurt, Tamara. It’s my job.” 
Tamara’s cheeks flushed hot at the almost angry tone in his voice but then he sighed.
“Sorry,” he said sheepishly.
Tamara took the blunt of his weight as she moved them slowly toward the door. She subtly looked him over as they hobbled in step with each other. The stain of blood across his chest that matched the trail down his pant leg. 
His soft eyes caught hers, "I don't wanna bleed all over your clean house Tam-"
"Be quiet, you can mop it up later if it bothers you that much." 
"Hold me to it," he groaned as she pulled open the door and shuffled them inside.
After she switched the lights on Tamara led him into her living room and towards her sofa. She gently sat him down and then quickly closed the blinds on the windows looking into the street before she hurried off to find her first aid kit and grabbed some towels from the kitchen. After running the towels under some warm water and filling a bucket with more water she headed back to Sam. Kneeling down in front of him and slowly began to wipe away the blood on his face. 
“Sorry if this hurts Sam but I need to clean all the blood off to see what I’m dealing with here” she said.
Sam winced under her touch, jerking his face back away from her and grabbed her wrist in his hand. He let out a sharp breath and squeezed his eyes shut, shaking his head once as his grip loosened. 
Tamara pulled her lip between her teeth and ghosted her fingertips over his jaw lightly, trying her best to calm him before bringing the towel back to the cut on his face. 
“I told you I’m fine, T,” he rasped, dropping his hand slowly from hers. 
“Okay Captain America, I believe you,” she teased, wiping the wet cloth gently across his forehead, “but my friend Sam, him I don’t believe.”
He lets out a stuttered sigh, his impatience mixing with the pain he's so clearly in but stubbornness was and still is Sam Wilson's biggest personality trait.
"Just let me help you, Sam," Tamara pleads with him. Her eyes searching his struggling chocolate brown ones and resisting the butterflies going crazy in her belly at his soft gaze focused– barely, on her.
It was a few beats before all the fight left him, his body sagging into the couch with a resigned sigh and his face leaning into her hand more as resumed wiping his cuts carefully.
Tamara couldn’t help the winces that pulled across her face each time Sam hissed in pain. She tried to be as gentle as she could but some of the blood had already dried onto his bruised skin.
“Oh Sam,” she breathed sadly, as she finished wiping his face.
She leaned back a little and surveyed the rest of his body, tears welling in her eyes when her gaze met the wet stains on his shirt.
“Let me take a look at your side?”
A terrible, strangled hiss left his lips as he shifted and allowed her to pull at the hem of his sweater. She moved as slow as she could, trying to be gentle with him as her fingers kneaded across his tense abdomen. 
"Shit," she scowled. The fabric of his sweater had fused to the gnarly rigid ripped flesh along his side. "This is going to suck." 
He nodded, letting his head fall back against the couch. "I'm sorry T," his breath hitched as she untangled the fibers from his skin. "One of these times I'll be on this couch for a good reason," he trailed off with a strangled groan. "I mean, that" he fumbled his words. "That came out wrong."
"Let's start slow," she laughed, heat tickling up her neck. "Maybe work towards sitting on the couch when you aren't bleeding out."
He huffed a laugh as best he could before another wince passed across his features. "That's probably a good place to start." 
She smiled, though it didn't reach her eyes and she knew it. Tamara tugged gently on his sweater as soon as she got it away from the gash and pushed it further up his torso. Her eyes roamed over his body, checking for anything else that could be bleeding but only finding splotches of purple that darkened his skin. "Jesus Sammy," Tamara breathed. 
"It's not as bad as it looks." He countered almost immediately and too fast for her to truly believe him. 
Tamara shot him a glare he couldn't see with his eyes still closed, but carefully poked her finger against one of the darker bruises on his chest. Sam yelped, his eyes flew open as he glared right back at her. "What the hell was that for?"
"Quit being Cap for a minute," She said firmly but she could hear the plead in her voice, "you don't have to act with me, you can be hurt and in pain I won't hold that against you." Tamara paused as she wrung out the towel to start cleaning his side, "Just.." She let out a dejected sigh, "don't hide from me? Especially when you're hurt like this."
Sam let out a breath that he didn't even know he'd been holding. As Tamara touched the towel to his side he flinched, letting out a groan. 
Tamara looked up into his face, "Just breathe" she murmured, stroking the fabric gently against his skin. She hadn't realized how close she had leaned towards him, their faces just inches apart as he gazed down at her.
His deep brown eyes locked on to hers, she could see the moment the last bit of his Captain America shield came down. What was left was exhaustion and pain. Her heart broke seeing him like this. Shaking her head she tried to focus again on cleaning the cut on his side.
“Why… why didn’t you go see one of your doctor friends before coming back home Sam. I’m sure you know plenty of people who are qualified to take on this kind of thing. Why did you come back home instead” she said, shaking her head, surely there must be doctors who are able to help and provided by the Avengers and government.
"I.. I was tired. I just wanted to come home," he whispered after a few moments of silence.
Her heart ached for Sam. He was a good guy. The best really, and he gave his time and energy to saving the world they live in every day. Not once did he hesitate to put his life on the line so others could live better. 
She didn't want him out there, and when he first gave up the shield she barely kept in her sigh of relief when she heard the news from his sister. Just because selfishly she wanted him here. Safe. Home after so long without him.
So when he claimed it back, she knew deep down that it belonged to him all along, there was no one better to carry that legacy on their shoulders than Sam Wilson. 
And so she resigned herself to sitting here every night he's out there, just to watch him come back safe and in one piece, but she had yet to see Sam this broken and tired. 
"I'll take care of you," Tamara promised. Wanting to explain that she meant those words beyond this night. Beyond taking care of his injuries but she held back.
“You always have, T,” he mumbled, his eyes fluttering closed as she continued to clean his side.
Once clean, the gash wasn’t as bad as she’d first thought. It wouldn’t need stitching.
“I’m just going to go get the first aid kit. Don’t move,” she told him, tapping him gently on the thigh.
“Don’t think I could even if I wanted to,” Sam chuckled, opening one eye to glance at her.
Tamara left him for only a moment to retrieve her first aid kit from the bathroom. She fumbled around inside it and managed to find some steri-strips that she carefully began applying to the cut on his side.
"How's that?" She asked him as the rubbed her thumb over the last one. 
"You got that magic touch T, I think I could go another ten rounds." 
"That's not funny," she scowled, the thought of him going back out there and fighting gave her a sick feeling that licked at her spine and make her jaw clench together. "You need sleep, like three days worth and maybe a career change."
"I can't just stop being Captain America," he guffed. "Look what happened to the world without him the first time."
"Look what happened to you," she chewed on her lip. "I'm not sure the world realizes that you're just a man, Sam. You aren't indestructible, you-" 
"I don't need the world aware of who I am when I'm not protecting them," he shifted under her touch as she helped him pull the sweater back on. "You know exactly who I am."
Tamara shook her head, "I know that if you don't slow down, you won't--" she stopped herself, her eyes flicking to his as the weight of the words she couldn't bring herself to say sat heavily in her throat. Instead, she cleaned up the mess from the bandages and moved to stand, but his hand caught her wrist. Sam's thumb brushed the inside of her palm, stopping her. 
"I won't what?" he asked softly. 
She closed her eyes as he tugged her gently down to the couch. 
"Talk to me, T" Sam urged. 
"If you don't slow down, you won't come home." Tamara forced the words out, her voice cracking with the last word and unable to meet his eyes, "and I don't know if I could handle that."
Sam reached forward and hooked his finger under her chin, raising her face. Tamara kept her eyes down, refusing to look at him.
"Tamara", he sighed, "I don't have a choice".
"I know deep down that that's the truth but it's hard to accept and it would break me if anything ever happened to you," the emotion making her voice tremble.
“You’ve been a part of my life for so long Sam,” she continued, pulling her chin out of his grip. “You can’t tell me that you’re OK with all of it.”
“T, you gotta stop worrying about me. I’m fi-“
“If you finish that sentence the way I think you’re gonna then you can get the hell off my couch Samuel Wilson! You’ve never lied to me before so don’t start now.” 
Sam stared at her, his eyebrows raised in surprise at her outburst before his gaze softened and he sighed in defeat.
His hand slipped into hers, warm and calloused she felt him squeeze it gently. The confession sat heavy on her chest, but it bloomed a warmth within her that settled her nerves. She had danced around her feelings for him for the longest time. Shamelessly flirting back and forth, late night phone calls when he was away and spending most of their time together when he was home but as the warmth of his hand spread through her, a part of her wondered what it would feel like to be wrapped up in him. 
"I feel safe with you too." She said softly, finally forcing her eyes to meet his. 
"As your resident Cap, I would hope you do." He smirked.
"Okay smart arse," she sighed, trying to lighten the mood following her confession. "Have you eaten? Had anything to drink?" starting to get to her feet.
Sam pulled her down again so that she landed closer to him. "We're trying to have a moment here"
“Careful!” Tamara admonished, resisting the urge to slap out at his arm. “You’re injured, remember.”
“I feel better just being around you,” he teased with the flirty grin she’d watched him turn on so many other girls before.
“Don’t give me that look.”
“What look? There’s no look. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He chuckled low in his throat but Tamara still saw the flash of pain he tried to hide when he turned his face away.
“Where else?” She asked.
“I’m fi-“
“Where. Else?” She quietly demanded.
Sam sighed in resignation.
“Left thigh.”
"Sam," she groaned sliding off of the couch so quickly that he couldn't stop her even if he had tried. Her eyes scanned his jeans, until she spotted the dark spot that looked like dried blood. Tamara glared up at him, "pants. Off." 
Sam let out a chuckle, leaning back into the couch. "If I knew it was that easy I would have come over here bleeding more often." 
"That's not funny!" She shrieked smacking his calf, "I'm serious Sam, your jeans are already too tight and that blood is dried." 
"T," He said softly leaning forward, "I'm okay." 
"No you aren't and you keep hiding it." She stood, grabbing the first aid kit once more and shifted back, "just, please let me help."
"Get a wriggle on," Tamara instructed, indicating to his jeans, "see if they'll come off".
Sam made a move to half stand and unfasten his button but as soon as his legs took his weight he groaned, quickly sitting again.
"Oh yes, totally fine Sam," she quipped sarcastically. "Let me help you." Tamara stood quickly and moved to take Sam's hand. She pulled him up gently and held him so he could unfasten his trousers. He winced as he tried to tug them down his legs but stopped when he realised it was a bad idea. "Too late, I think this is really going to hurt."
"Looks like we need to get drastic," Tamara winked. "Let's get you upstairs and get you wet."
“Should be my line,” he huffed out a laugh.
“God, would you just stop?” She groaned in mock annoyance but a flight of butterflies chose that moment to make their presence known in her belly.
With some manoeuvring, Tamara managed to get her arm around Sam in such a way that she could help him climb the stairs without too much difficulty. They made it to the bathroom and Tamara leaned Sam against the counter whilst she turned on the shower and set the water to a comfortable temperature. 
“OK Cap, in you get. Need you to get those jeans soaked,” she said, tipping her head towards to shower.
He listened without argument for once, climbing into the running water with a few mumbles of pain before he slumped against the wall and angled himself so she could help him pull the jeans down. 
"This was a ploy wasn't it!" He laughed as she rolled them down over his thighs. 
"There are easier ways to get men naked in the shower," She rolled her eyes.
"Oh yeah?" He waggled his brows again but as she glanced up at him in the light, she could see the exhaustion written all over his face.
"Preferably not covered in blood and bruises for one," She remarked, helping to lift his foot and slid the soaked denim over his feet. 
Sam huffed out another laugh as they switched to his bad leg, his face scrunched in pain for a brief moment until she was able to toss the jeans aside. "I thought that's what you preferred? Big strong men covered in blood, claiming their women-" 
"Like cavemen?" She grinned. 
"No like those romance novels you try to hide from me." His shit-eating grin spread over his lips as she gawked up at him.
"I don't hide anything from you," she protested, turning a light shade of blush.
"Just like you've never hidden your feelings about me," Sam retorted, "We could have been starring in our very own series of Bridgerton all this time," referring to the show that Tamara had been besotted with, binge watching it the previous weekend, with a smirk.
“Yeah, alright Lord Wilson, whatever you say,” she retorted with a scoff, trying to deflect the comment that was far too close to the truth.
“Lord Wilson, I kinda like it.”
“Look, titles aren’t Pokémon you know, you don’t have to collect ‘em all. Besides, if you’re Lord Wilson then we’re gonna need a chaperone.”
 Sam tilted his head as he looked at her, an eyebrow raised with amusement.
“Yeah, I mean, an unattached maid such as myself shouldn’t be alone in a bathroom with a *Captain*! I should get your sister to come and sit with us…”
Tamara started to turn away, as if she really was going to fetch the indomitable Sarah Wilson to chaperone. A hand on her wrist stopped her in her tracks and the smile on her face faded as Sam pulled her closer towards him.
“Don’t,” he whispered. “Don’t leave.”
"Okay, hey," she smiled, "I'm not going anywhere." 
He nodded, a shaky tense nod but it was confirmation that his mind was still strong even after the fight had broken his body. 
"Feels like lately that's all people do," he hummed. 
"Not me," she smiled at him, cupping his face with her head. "Not us."
His eyes met hers, flicking between them as if a million thoughts were racing through his mind. "Tamara," he sighed her name, leaning into her touch. 
"It's okay," she nodded, "you don't have to be strong for me." Her voice was so soft, she barely heard herself over the sound of the water. 
Sam lifted his hand, running his fingers along her hairline and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. The swarm of butterflies returned to her chest as his free hand skimmed her waist, bunching up her t-shirt until the warmth of his faint touch brushed her skin. They'd had close moments before, but not like this. Those moments weren't filled with their unsaid feelings swirling around them like fall leaves on a windy day.
Sam tugged Tamara towards him, into the cascading water. 
"Sam!" she shrieked as he held her close, drenching her to the bone. "There was no need to get me wet!"
"Fair's fair T," Sam chuckled, "Let me help you out of those wet clothes." He started to unbutton her shirt.
“What the hell’s gotten into you?” She squealed, batting his hands away before shoving her now-soaking hair out of her eyes.
“This has never been us! Did you hit your head or something?”
“Or something,” he murmured, the smile never leaving his face as he reached for her once more.
Instead of pulling her towards him his hands rested gently at her waist, thumbs tracing circles at the edge of her wet shirt.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" She asked refraining from melting into his body despite the heat from the water. 
"Like what?" He asked feigning innocence. 
"Like you want to kiss me." Tamara said softly, ignoring the blush slowly creeping up her neck. 
His fingers dug into her waist, firmly but still gentle as he dipped his head brushing his lips over her cheek, "maybe because I do." He rasped. 
Tamara's hands found his chest again and her breath caught into her throat, "Sam," she breathed. 
"Is that okay?" he asked, trailing his nose along her skin, nuzzling against her.
Tamara felt her knees go weak. She'd imagined how this might go in her wildest dreams but now Sam was actually making a move....
She clung to Sam's shoulder as his lips found her neck, melting into his embrace. 
Sam moved his fingers back to her shirt buttons. "What about this?" he murmured as he started to undo the fastenings.
Tamara shuddered as his knuckle grazed her breast.
"Sam -" she breathed, tracing her hand to the side of his face, moving his gaze to meet hers, "you're hurt," she whispered
Sam hummed, placing his hands on the side of her face as his eyes traced her features, "When I'm with you, nothing can hurt me," he whispered back. 
Tamara ran her tongue across her bottom lip as every feeling for Sam Wilson bubbled to the surface. Part of her brain was screaming at her to stop this in it's tracks, he was injured and in no condition to be saying these things to her. Maybe he was concussed and confused. Maybe he thought she was someone else. But her heart was telling her Sam was genuine. They'd always flirted and looked out for each other. Most times Sarah made comments about how they were basically married anyway because of how they looked at one another. There was no better time than the present to jump in feet first and hold him until the world made sense again. 
Placing her hand on the back of his neck, she brought his forehead down to meet hers, brushing the tips of their noses together, "Kiss me," she almost moaned quietly. 
Without another word, Sam obliged pressing his lips to hers softly at first, relishing in the moment and allowing for the world to fully slow down around them. Every nerve in her body vibrated with the butterflies causing her to step foreward and press her body into his. She needed all of him in that moment. Knowing he was safe and sound, in her arms and her heart, was all she wanted.
He moaned softly into her mouth and, at the first sound, Tamara froze thinking she’d hurt him but he didn’t stop. His lips caressed hers in the way she’d always dreamed about and she leaned into him, giving herself over to sensation.
Her breath hitched as his lips ghosted across her jaw.
“C’mere,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around her and drawing her closer.
Water from the shower cascaded around them as he held her close, his lips fire against her skin. One hand moved back to her chest, skimming over her until deft fingers found the buttons of her shirt and began to flick them open.
His fingers moved with care as he opened each of the buttons of her shirt. Once they were all open Sam slowly pushed her shirt off her shoulders and Tamara shrugged it off, her shirt landing on the shower floor. Sam pulled away to look at her. Tamara felt her cheeks warm as his eyes roamed over her. 
“You’re so beautiful” Sam said, his eyes landing back on hers.
She tried to hide from his eyes, they were roaming from her face down to her exposed neck and over her bra-covered breasts. Her nipples were begging for attention and her hands fumbled to cover them before Sam's hands took hold of her, locking them in his beside her and allowing his eyes to devour her.
He leaned against her body, his body straining to not fall completely against Tamara's. His breath was quick and ragged, the words leaving his mouth caressing the skin under her ear in the most delicious way. Something she'd only dreamt about and never thought could happen.
"Don't hide from me, Tamara." 
She shivered from the words, the kiss following them on her heated skin making her almost lose balance before he continued in a broken voice.
"You've got no idea how long I've been wanting this. Wanting you."
Tamara let out a soft moan and turned her head to meet his lips, pulling one hand out of his to trail up his side.  She was careful to avoid the steri-stripped wound but once she reached the hard planes of his chest she allowed her fingers to wander more determinedly before sliding her hand around the back of his neck.
She drew him closer, deepening their kiss and teasing her tongue across his bottom lip.  Sam hummed in appreciation and pulled her even closer, leaning against the tiled wall of the shower to take a little of the weight off his injured thigh.  He wrapped an arm tightly around her waist and Tamara ground her hips against him, her body seeking out even more contact.
“T” Sam let out a moan against her lips. “You’re killing me here.” 
Tamara pulled out a soft chuckle before leaning over and turning off the shower. 
“Why don’t we get you all dry and into something warm so you can rest. The last thing I want is for you to catch a cold on top of everything else.” Tamara said, moving to stand next to Sam and wrapping her arm around his waist to help him out of her shower.
"But–" he exclaimed.
"No buts," she interrupted him sternly. 
"You're tired, and your body needs the rest." She left him no room for discussion as she stepped out and left him pouting behind her to get towels for them. 
She wrapped one around herself and squeezed her hair with another one before wrapping it into a bun and turned to him with a bathrobe, open and ready for him to slip into.
"Come on," she smiled at him and was glad to see the smile she loved reflected back at her, "I'll still be here when you're feeling better, Sammy." 
He pouted so adorably that Tamara let a giggle slip out and it made his brows draw down in a scowl.
“Quit your storming, Captain.  You spend most of your time looking after the world, just let me look after you for once.”  She raised herself up onto her toes and pressed a sweet kiss onto the corner of his mouth.
He started to smirk, his eyes twinkling, and then a grin began to spread across his face.  His shoulders relaxed a little more and, although he limped as he moved closer to her, his steps seemed just that bit lighter than before.  Tamara slipped her arm back around his waist to help him.
“Come on hero, follow my lead.”
“Always,” he murmured, and Tamara’s face flushed even more. 
They moved together out of her bathroom and into her bedroom. Once they got to her bed Tamara helped Sam sit down on her bed. 
“Now you get yourself comfortable, I’m going to go grab my warm blanket from the closet and more pillows” Tamara smiled as Sam leaned against the headboard and moved his legs onto her bed. He already looked a lot more relaxed and less in pain than he did when she found him earlier.
She moved quickly though, not wanting to leave her for more than was necessary. Gathering all she can in her arms, she balanced the pile on her arms with slow steps back to her room.
Tamara heard the unmistakeble squeak of her mattress and she quickly told him off, her voice muffled against the pillows and blanket she's holding.
"Don't you dare move your ass, Cap! I'm strong too you know?" 
She dumped the pile on the edge of the bed and was met with a raised brow and a handsome smirk, one of his legs already dangling off the bed and his arms raised in mock surrender. She shook her head at him before grabbing a glass of water and a bottle of painkillers from her bathroom and rushed back to him.
The sight of him, relaxed, on her bed was doing something to her. The feel of his lips still lingering on her own. It felt as though her heart was dancing behind her ribs with how hard it was beating.
He took the pills from her and swallowed them down with a swig of water, grimacing as he did, and then placed the glass on the nightstand.  Tamara watched him, the way he moved carefully so as not to hurt himself any more.  He settled back against the pillows and patted the space next to him.
“C’mon T.  If I’m gonna rest up you gotta get in here with me.”
She hesitated just for a moment before climbing onto the bed beside him but she sat stiffly, uncomfortably, as if she didn’t quite know what to do with herself.
Sam lifted his arm and she scooted up into his offered space but he could still feel the tension in her muscles.
“What’s the matter T?  It’s not like we ain’t sat like this a million times before.”
“No,” she said quietly, “I guess not.”
“There’s just one difference,” he said, and she turned her head to look at him.  “I can do this.”
Hooking his finger under her chin, he tilted her head up and leaned down to kiss her.  It was just a gentle brush of his lips against hers but it was everything she needed.
Tamara's body melted into his, her hand rested once more on his chest feeling his heart race under her touch. He slid his hand from under her chin around to the back of her neck, tangling his finger into her hair as the kiss deepened. She wanted this. Wanted to get lost in everything Sam Wilson was when he wasn't Cap and even though kissing him felt like floating, she knew the next time he would have to leave would only be ten times harder now. 
She broke the kiss, resting her forehead against his as her eyes stayed closed. "Sam, what are we doing?" She asked softly. 
"What we always should have done." He said so confidently she pulled back to look at him.
His words echoed in her head. Could it be that Sam felt the same way about her as she did for him? Was there a chance for them to be more than friends that always looked out for each other? Looking into his eyes she knew that he meant the words he had spoken, but she needed to be sure. Because she didn’t want to risk having her heart broken by the man she has been in love with for as long as she could remember. 
“Sam… what are you saying?” She asked hoping his answer would match hers. That he wanted to be hers and much as she longed to be his. 
He took a deep breath and did his best to turn her way fully, engulfing her face between his two hands, he lifted her face to his. He was all Tamara could see. She could get lost in his eyes if he let her.
His face was serious, his eyes sure as they bore down into her own.
"I'm saying that I love you, Tamara."
Her breath hitched at that, her mind having a hard time catching with her racing heart. He threw her another brilliant smile, nodding as if to affirm what he knows is going through her mind.
"I've loved you for as long as I could remember. So, so many times I've wanted to tell you how I feel but the timing was never right. Between the avenging and the Snap and being gone and back.. being Cap.." 
He exhaled shakily, closing his eyes for a brief moment before meeting her gaze again. His eyes were red with held back emotions swirling in them and she felt the sting of tears in her own.
"I couldn't risk you being in danger because of me, I thought I was protecting you if I kept my feelings to myself but, all I've done is keep us apart when all I really want.. all I really need, is you. By my side." 
Her eyes scanned over his face as the tears that stung her eyes finally welled over. 
“God, T, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to make you cry,” Sam panicked, swiping his thumbs across her cheeks.
“I’m not crying,” she gulped out a laugh, “I mean, I am but not because I’m sad.”
His hands continued to frame her face as he watched her intently.
“You have no idea how long I’ve dreamed of hearing you say that to me.”
"What?" He asked leaning back a bit, but his grip on her never faltered. 
She sucked in a breath, letting it out in an almost choked laugh, "I love you too Sam. I always have." 
He stared at her for a moment before a beautiful smile spread across his face. "You do?"
"How could I not?" she asked, shaking her head. "You are the other half of me" she admitted softly. "No one has ever made me feel the way I feel when I'm with you."
Sam looked at her, unable to believe that he'd been worried that Tamara had parked him in the friend zone. "Tell me how I make you feel," Gently capturing her lips again with his.
Tamara sighed into the kiss and smiled as she pulled away. How could she possibly put into words how Sam made her feel. 
“You make me feel safe Sam, you always long before Cap and Falcon. You’ve made me feel safe since we were kids. You make me feel at home. You understand me better than anyone else in my life. You show you care with the little things, like checking up on me when you are away or that one time you brought me soup when I had that really bad cold. Letting me crash at your place when there was that snow storm and the power was out at my place. Or when you remember the smallest of details about the things I like. You make me feel seen, Sam.” Tamara said, taking hold of his hand in hers and linking her fingers between his.
“You always have,” she added.
“Tamara,” he rasped, his voice thick with emotion. “T, this ain’t gonna be easy. I’ll be called away in the middle of the night, I’ll come back looking like this…” he chuckled drily.
“But you’ll come back,” she said with a sweet determination.
“I’ll always come back to you,” he nodded. 
“And I’ll be right here waiting,” she reassured him.
“You know,” he sighed, ghosting a kiss across her lips, “whenever the job gets too much I think about home, about Delacroix, and about you. That one thing that keeps me going? It’s you, T. It’s always been you.”
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drabbles-mc · 1 year
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Drabbles-MC: MCU Fics
Fic list under the cut!
👀 = smut, 💔 = angst
- Keeping Tabs (Sam Wilson x OFC)
- You’ll Have To Do (Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff)
- Over and Over and Over Again (Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff) 💔
- Do You Need Someone? (Bucky Barnes x F!Reader) 💔
- Let Me Help (Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff)
- On My Own (Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes) 💔
- Wont Leave You Behind (Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes) 💔
- Worse Before It's Better (Natasha Romanoff x Bucky Barnes)💔
- You Shouldn't Be Here (Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes) 💔
- Let Me Know (Bucky Barnes x F!Reader)
- Turn of the Tide: Part 1, Part 2 (Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes)
- Out of Practice (Bucky Barnes x F!Reader)
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Who I write for - Part 2
For character x fem!OC
Marvel
Steve Rogers
Bucky Barnes
Loki Friggason
Tony Stark*
Peter Parker
Clint Barton*
Sam Wilson
Supernatural
Sam Winchester
Dean Winchester
Castiel Novak
Bobby Singer*
Fallen
Daniel Grigori
Cam Briel
Notes
* - I will only write these characters in a platonic role (sibling, parent, best friend, etc)
I mostly write for Marvel.
This list will more than likely expand in the future.
If you would like for me to write for a character not on this list, then ask me about it and I will think about it or we can discuss it.
I reserve the right to decline or ignore any request for any and all reasons.
As always - I am eternally confused. Thankyou!!
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rain-lavender-rain · 11 months
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Rose Colored Love- Chapter 2
Chapter 2- Fond Memories and Good Friends
Warnings: descriptions of violence, cussing, female main character.
Word Count- ~1.2K
Summary: Sam asks Rose for help. Angst and some sad moments incoming. Will she say yes or no? Guess we gotta find out!
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Rose was unsure of what to say. Different responses floated around in her mind, floating until she decided to grab one.
"Help with what? "Is he serious? He can't be serious. Gosh, I missed him.... Maybe he just needs advice? No, if it was that, he would have called...."
All those thoughts swirled around, and Sam could see her carefully processing what to say.
"Help with what? She asked, trying to shield the tension she was already feeling in the air.
Her voice came out smaller than she wanted, and Sam picked up on it quickly. He knew Rose well enough, even after all these years, (plus the few years they spent apart) to pick up on what the girl was feeling without verbal confirmation. After they both returned from tour, she became a lot harder to read, but sometimes the pages of Rose would flutter open enough with the wind, that Sam could catch a few glimpses.
Sam's eyes softened, and he dropped the question for a moment.
"Remember that one time we went up to Minnesota?" He asked with a grin.
Rose hadn't said anything, knowing that when he said the word "we", he was referring to three of them, instead of two.
"You took us to that beach you loved as a kid. That one with Tombolo Rock, and we all sat there like absolute fools. We were sitting on those huge rocks when all of a sudden, the water came up and hit us all...point blank until we were a soaking wet mess." He saw her eyes sparkle, reminded of the good memories filled with laughter.
Rose nodded, fondly recalling the memory, even with the little bit of sadness that was sprinkled around it.
"Yeah." she said, pausing before starting again.
"And then the winds came in and...he looked miserable, kept sayin' that it was my fault. Thought he was mad, and he angrily chucked that blanket from the car at me and refused to take it once I offered it to him since he was complaining so much...but I didn't want it either."
Sam smiled, reminiscing on how both of his partners, and best friends bantered together. They were always there for each other, showing the most unexpected displays of love and trust towards one another, but found time to argue about the tiniest things. Sam always compared Riley and Rose's relationship to an abstract painting in his mind. Beautiful, with colors that clashed, but somehow still complimented, and blended together.
"That's because you and him were both stubborn as hell."
Rose rolled her eyes at that.
"Well, at least it added some sort of excitement to the day." Rose shrugged, letting a small smile through the curtain.
"Maybe in your world. In mine, it was extremely annoying. You two never knew how to shut up."
Rose smirked at that, before the tension and silence in the room returned. She knew the question had to be addressed, so she asked again.
"Sam, why are you really here? And what could you possibly need my help with?"
Rose finished the last of the coffee, waiting for his answer.
He sighed, realizing that maybe it wasn't right- what he was asking for. That maybe he should just go home, just handle it with Bucky instead.
"I wouldn't have come to you unless I needed to." He stated simply, letting it sink in before telling her.
She knew he was right. Regardless of how stubborn her and Riley were, Sam was stubborn in his own way. Never wanting to put others in harms way, even when he needed help and couldn't do it alone. She put away the coffee cup in the sink, standing next to him now, carefully watching him as he stared out the window. The sun was starting to come up, its golden glow only obscured by the tree branches outside.
"I'm working on something and I need your expertise. And before you say anything, just listen, please... I know you said that even though you were only on the fringes of my job- working with Steve, Bucky, and I when we were on the run, that after all that- you were done. But, it will be quick. I promise. I just need you to do that medical shit. Not to mention, it would be good to have my partner back, even just for a little while."
A pause, a beat, a moment of silence passed as Rose tilted her head, slightly confused, and not entirely convinced.
"There's this thing going on. We took care of the Flag Smashers, but there's something else. There's another chemical being tested. We don't know what group is manufacturing it, or what exactly the chemical substance is. We can't release it to the public right now, and we definitely can't trust the government after the Walker mess. I want this under wraps. I trust you, but I understand if you say no."
Sam finished with tug of anxiety, and worry, not knowing how she would respond. If she would be mad, upset, angry, indifferent, agreeable.
Her brow raised, as if to ask if he was finished. When it appeared he had, she finally spoke, while carefully keeping her emotions in check. Part of her was upset for sure, but that was her mind talking, not the heart. Leaning against the counter with arms folded across her chest, Rose looked at him, with a shake of the head.
"So, I'll ask again. Why me? You could have someone else do it. Banner?"
Sam quickly cut in. "Banner isn't an option."
Rose cut right back. "Sam, what is it that you aren't you telling me?"
He was avoiding her gaze, trying to keep his voice level, calm, knowing that it was a very real possibility, that if he revealed what he was about to say, the fallout and consequences could be something their relationship would never bounce back from.
He finally turned towards her, and shook his head, the tension so thick that it was suffocating.
"Rose. It's Frank."
Her eyes started to burn. A cinderblock felt like it was weighing down the heart inside her chest.
"What do you mean?" She asked, anger about to rush in and bury her in flames of aggression and pain.
"Rose- I know- I know you said he was gone- but his name was on those records- on those shipment forms... and we need to figure out why."
She shook her head in disbelief, unsure of what was going on, of what was even being suggested.
"You're the only one left for it to trace back to, and I know you didn't do it. So, please help me- help us figure it out."
Some of the flames had died down, most likely because of the sincerity and care Sam held in his voice. She still had some of the old fire burning inside. Determination, perseverance, and maybe even a little bit of anger were imbued in her voice,
"When do we start?"
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Chapter 3
Tags of course, for the one and only @playboystark
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louwaffles · 1 year
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Y/N: So, I have this really cool idea--
Bucky: No.
Y/N: You haven’t even heard the first part.
Bucky: For the love of--
Sam: It’s a really cool idea, James--
Bucky: I swear to the god of Thunder--
Thor: Yes?
Y/N, Sam, Bucky:
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