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leossmoonn · 2 years

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Skinny Dipping

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pairing - steve harrington x fem!reader

type - smut, 16+

summary - you and steve go skinny dipping

warnings / includes - friends to lovers + established feelings, smoking, language, mention of insecurities, smut: pool sex , hand job, fingering and oral (f receiving), little bit of thigh riding — not edited ! sorry for mistakes

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*gif isn’t mine*

“Has your pool always been this warm?” you ask as you dip your feet in. You sit down at the edge of the concrete, sticking your calves into the water.

“Nah, I turned up the temperature for tonight,” Steve answers. He then smiles at you as he speaks again. “I know how you like warmer water.”

You smile back. “What a gentleman.”

He takes another puff of his cigarette. You watch as he exhales the smoke, watching how the cloud disappears into the wind. Your eyes are trained at his lips as he holds the cigarette between his lips, imagining something else between them.

“You okay?” he speaks up, noticing your blank stare.

You quickly turn away, your face feeling warm. “Yeah, sorry. I’m kind of tired.”

“Oh, that history test wiped you out too, huh?” Steve asks.

You nod, “totally. Although, I bet I used less brain power because I actually studied.” you flash him a smirk.

He rolls his eyes. “Studying is for losers.”

You chuckle. “Yeah, okay, Stevie. Whatever you say.” You look at the water, making little ripples in the smooth waves. Steve gets out of the pool chair and walks over to you, taking off his shoes and socks.

“Now I’m a little less lonely,” you smile. “That’s why I joined you. You looked so distraught,” Steve states.

“Good thing I have you to cheer me up.”

“I know, I’m the best,” he sighs. He takes in another puff of smoke, blowing it out in front of you two. The wind picks up and makes the smoke hit your face. Your nose scrunches and you hold your breath.

“Oh, sorry,” he mumbles. He puts the cigarette out at once, trying to wave the smoke away.

You laugh as his attempts. “It’s okay, Steve.”

“I know you don’t like this shit up in your face,” he says.

“Well, you were smoking right next to me,” you smirk.

“My bad,” he chuckles. You both look at the water, a comfortable silence falling over you for a few moments before you speak again.

“You know, I’m glad Tommy and Carol bailed,” you say.

“I know. It’s not like they would have been outside anyways,” Steve jokes.

“We would have had to put some music out here to drown out the sounds,” you giggle.

“Oh, Carol. Yeah, that’s it,” Steve mocks Tommy. “Right there! Oh, yeah!” you feign a high-pitched moan.

Although you’re faking, it manages to turn Steve on. He swiftly pulls his jacket down over his hips before you turn back to look at him.

“They’re animals,” you snort. “Totally,” Steve agrees.

“Hey,” you start, “you don’t mind if I swim, right?”

Steve shakes his head. “Of course not. That’s what you came here to do, right?”

“Well, I came here to hang out with my best friend,” you smile at him. “But I also came here to do that.”

At the same time, his heart sinks and soars. Being your best friend is the best thing that could ever happen to anyone, but he wants more.

“Did you bring your swim suit?” Steve asks. “Yeah. It’s inside,” you say.

“Let me unlock the door for you then.” Steve stand up. He holds his hand out for you to help you. You gratefully take it, your fingertips gliding across his palm. But before you can enjoy the feeling, he throws you into the water. You shout his name angrily, Steve laughing as you come back up to the surface with a glare on your face.

“You could have done that when I had my bathing suit on!” you shout.

He stuffs his hand in his pocket and shrug. “It’s more fun this way!”

You groan and hop out of the pool, squeezing all the water out of your shirt. Steve’s eyes widen as he sees your clothes cling to your body. He didn’t consider the aftermath of throwing you into the pool with your clothes on. He can perfectly see the outline of your body. His eyes travel around your figure, jumping everywhere where he can see your skin. His eyes become stuck on your navy blue bra. Your tits fill out the cups perfectly, looking perky and pretty.

“Take a picture while you’re at it,” you remark.

He blushes heavily, immediately looking away. It wasn’t a secret that Steve found you attractive. Both of you stared at each other a fair amount, but none of you didn’t do anything about it.

His eyes flicker back to you, widening again as he sees you begin to take your pants off. “W-What are you doing?”

“I’m already wet, might as well just swim in my underwear,” you shrug.

He gulps, trying his hardest not to stare, but he can’t help it. You look beautiful.

You slip off your shorts and t-shirt, leaving you in that navy blue bra and black panties. His mouth is watering now. He clenches his jaw, his pants feeling abnormally tight.

You walk to your pool chair and take out your towel from your bag. As you lay it across the chair, an idea pops into your head: skinny dipping. You know it’s a risky idea. It could make or break your relationship, but this is the perfect opportunity to finally have him. Plus, you’re already more than halfway there. And Steve is already staring at you with lust-clouded eyes. This can finally be the night.

You slowly turn towards him, giving him a little smile. He’s not even trying to hide his stare anymore. His mouth is slightly open and you can see his chest rise and fall quickly. He keeps licking his lips, his eyes darting everywhere on your body.

“Hey, Steve,” you say sweetly. He looks at your face, a smile lighting up his features. “Yeah, Y/n.”

“Have you ever been skinny dipping?” you ask.

He shakes his head. “N-No. Why?”

You say nothing else, keeping eye contact and captivating him as you reach behind your back and unhook your bra. His jaw is on the floor now as you slip your bra off, freeing your tits. The cold air nips at your skin, making you shiver. You can’t wait to be in the pool and against his warm body. You throw your bra onto your chair, then bending down to take your underwear off. If he wasn’t drooling before, now he is.

You stand up straight, your heart racing. You didn’t realize how nervous you would feel. Showing your body has always been an issue for you, and the fact you’re showing it to your long-time crush and love of your life, not to mention your best friend in the entire world, you feel like you’re about to faint. But you know you want this. And from his facial expression, he wants you even more now.

You walk up to him, swaying your hips as you do so. His eyes outline your soft curves, watching as your tits lightly bounce with each step. You put your hand on his chest, peering at him through your lashes, a cheeky smile on your face.

“Wanna go skinny dipping?” you ask, your voice low and smooth like satin.

He nods vehemently, stepping back and immediately stripping you. You take this as you moment to admire him. He slips his shirt off, your eyes immediately going down to the little happy trail on his lower belly. He slips his jeans and underwear off, his hard dick slapping lightly against his belly. You squeeze your thighs together, you pussy pulsating just by the look of him. You do not doubt in your mind now that all those rumors about him being great in bed are true.

You walk towards the pool, Steve getting a great view of your ass. The pool lights reflect over your body, the small waves in the pool shadowing your figure. You sit down on the concrete, slowly slipping in. You submerge your head, coming back up and opening your eyes, and swiftly wiping away the water. You look at Steve who is standing there with his mouth still agape.

You swim up to the ledge, holding yourself up. “You gonna leave me all alone, Steve? That’s not very gentlemanly of you.”

“I-I’m not,” he stammers. He gets into the pool, slicking back his hair was he comes up for air. You gaze at his flexed biceps, the way his chest is now glistening. “Sorry,” he says. “I’m still a little shocked.”

“Do you not want this?” you feel slightly embarrassed now. Did you just break your friendship?

“No, I do,” he says quickly, so quickly those three words become one. “I just can’t believe this is happening. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”

You grin, swimming over to him. You wrap an arm around his neck, pressing your chest up to his. “Trust me,” you breathe out, “I have an idea.” you crash your lips onto his, your eyes fluttering at how great it feels to finally kiss him. His lips move with yours, fitting between them perfectly. His hands find your hips, gripping your body and pulling you flush against him, making the water splash between you two.

You lean into him to deepen the kiss. Your teeth clash and your tongue slide against each other. You can taste the nicotine and tangy beer. Although you’ve never been much of a drug user, you can’t get enough now. Not when the taste belongs to Steve.

You slip your hand into his hair, pulling on the wet strands. He moans softly in your mouth as you pull on a sensitive part of the nape of his neck. Your other hand glides down his chest, feeling over his soft skin. You enjoy the toned muscles under your palm, your fingertips gliding down to his v-line.

He chokes on air as you fist his dick. You pull away, looking sinfully into his eyes. “Feels okay?” you ask. You pump him in your hands a few times, flicking the head of his cock with your thumb. You squeeze him lightly, feeling how rock solid he is in your palm.

He nods, his mouth falling open. “Feels more than okay.” He never caves this easily, but you’re the one touching him. He’s thought about you endlessly. You never leave his mind when he fucks himself. Just the picture of you with your hand around him is enough to send him over the edge. But now you’re here in real life, staring so deeply into his eyes that he wonders if you can see his soul.

“Fuck,” his head hangs back as your thigh rubs against his balls. You smirk and do the action again, feeling his grip on your sides tighten.

Steve keeps his eyes on you the whole time. How can he not? You look absolutely stunning, as per usual. But there’s something different about tonight. The mischievous look in your eye. Your newfound confidence he’s never seen. The fact that your naked body is pressed up against him. It’s almost too much for him.

“Oh, Y/n.” your name falls from his lips in a raspy, breathy tone. Your heart quite literally skips a beat. You can’t stop looking at him, either. He looks so pretty in the pool lights. With his head hung back, lust-clouded eyes watching your every move. His mouth is open, his breaths becoming more ragged as your hand movements become faster.

You press your lips against his again and he moans into your mouth. If you were wearing underwear right now, it would be soaking. You trial kisses down his jaw, kissing around his neck to find his sweet spot. He bucks his hips into your hand as you find it. You suck down, your teeth lightly nipping at his skin.

He breathes out your name again, this time directly in your ear. You squeeze your thighs together, feeling your walls flutter. Steve’s hands roam around your body, one of his hands finding your ass. You gasp as he squeezes the curve roughly, causing your hand to squeeze him. He grunts in reply.

“Y/n, m’gonna cum,” he warns.

“Do it, Stevie,” you say, looking back into his eyes. This time he has his eyes closed. They’re screwed shut, the sides of his mouth twitching as he groans. A string of curses leave his lips, some of the words being your name. He bucks himself into your hand one more time before settling down.

“Sh-Shit,” he mutters, trying to calm his breathing.

Your hand slows down and you release him, shaking your hand out and popping your knuckles.

“Your hand okay?” he asks. “Yep,” you nod. “You know, I should give handjobs in the water more often. Easy cleanup.”

“Only if it’s me you’re giving it to,” Steve says. You smirk, “oh, yeah?”

He nods, pulling you close to him and kissing you. You hum softly, melting into him. Your arms wrap around his neck, cradling the back of his neck and playing with his hair. Both of Steve’s hands make their way to the underside of your thighs, hiking you up so you’re now straddling his waist.

You kiss each other slowly this time, savoring how you feel against one another. But everything becomes heated once Steve backs you into a wall. He now trails kisses down your face and to your neck, sucking harshly. You buck your hips up against his thigh, your clit rubbing along his skin. You let out a needy moan, not realizing how much you needed this until now.

Steve’s mouth trails down to your chest. He peers up at you through his long lashes, his eyes sparkling as he takes one of your tits into his mouth. All that talk about him being a boob guy was definitely true.

Butterflies flutter in your stomach as he keeps eye contact with you, making you even more breathless. Your heart hammers so heavily against your chest, that you’re not surprised if he can’t feel and hear it.

His hands kneed your ass as he flicks your hardened nipple with the tip of his tongue. He envelops his mouth around your boob, gently sucking. His makes a wet, slick sound as he sucks, causing your pussy to throb. You watch as he pulls his mouth off, his eyes now on your boob as he releases it with a pop.

He reaches his hands up to your tits, massaging them, savoring how soft they feel. He pinches both of your nipples, causing your hips to jolt against his. Your pussy rubs against his thigh, your clit catching on his skin. This time you don’t stop.

Your hands hold yourself up on his shoulders, your legs wrapping around his leg instead of his waist. Steve watches you in amazement as you get yourself off. Your tits are bouncing in his hands as you slide back and forth. Small whines and moans leave your throat, your nails digging into his skin. He looks down at your thighs that straddle his. You slide on him easily. Your pussy lips are spread against his skin and he can feel your warmth. You look so pretty riding his thigh, but he wants his fingers to be the thing that makes you cum.

His hands leave your boobs, gliding down your body and disappearing into the water. He lifts your hips up, causing you to stop riding his thigh. You whine in disapproval. He stands up in the pool, grabbing your waist with both hands and hoisting you up. You laugh as he places you on the pool ledge, and spreads your legs apart.

“Whatcha doin’, Stevie?” you ask, a million of scenarios races through your mind. He picks your favorite one, slipping two fingers into your pussy. You gasp as he goes all the way down to his knuckles, the tips of his fingers curling and brushing up against your g-spot.

“Shit, Steve,” you moan. He moves his fingers inside of you, his other hand gripping your thigh and massaging your soft skin. He keeps his eyes on your face, growing hard again as your face scrunches together in pleasure. Your eyes are screwed shut, jaw hanging low. Your chest puffs up and down in short movements, both of your hands gripping the concrete, the sharp edge digging into your palms.

“Stunning,” he breathes out, more to himself than to you. You look down at his face, your whole face feeling warm as you see his star-struck face.

He dives his his head down, kissing your inner thigh. He licks a trail up to your pussy, immediately attaching his lips to your clit. Your hands grip his hair as a reflex, pulling harshly on the damp strands.

His tongue kitten licks your clit, the tip pressing down on the throbbing bud. Your walls tighten around his fingers at the sensation. He takes his fingers out of you, replacing them with his mouth and tongue fucking you. He presses his face against your pussy, completely suffocating himself in you. All he can smell and taste is you, and he loves it. His saliva mixes with your juices and he licks a trail back up to your clit, making your skin wet and sticky with his tongue.

“Fuck, Steve,” you groan as he envelops your clit again. He watches you, his big brown eyes taking in your every move. You twitch and squirm while he kitten licks your clit. His hand that was inside of you grabs your thigh and kneads your skin, reaching up to your tits and squeezing them. With his other hand, he fists himself, masturbating to how you taste, how you sound, and how you feel. He groans against your clit, the vibrations rumbling through your spine. You look down at him, seeing his eyes screwed shut and his mouth against your pussy. You watch his arm pump in and out of the water and you gasp, realizing what he’s doing. That’s the cherry on top that makes you come.

“Steve! I-I’m gonna, gonna —” your muscles tighten and you buck your hips up to his face. “Me, too, shit,” he moans.

Steve comes in his hand will you come on his mouth. As he looks up at you, you see his chin and lips glistening with your arousal. You let out a breathy laugh, smiling at him. Steve smiles back at you, resting against the pool wall. You take a few moments of relaxation before you sit up, scooting yourself closer to Steve. He stands up in the water, his head breast-level to you.

“H-How was that?” Steve asks. “Amazing. Seems like you were enjoying it, too,” you smirk.

Steve laughs shyly, blushing deeply. “S-Sorry. I’ve been waiting a long time for this.”

“Don’t apologize, Stevie. I’m glad you enjoyed yourself. It made it so much more pleasure able for me.” You slip back into the pool, cupping his face with both of your hands. You admire him for a few moments. You can’t get over how pretty he is. The pool lights illuminates his features. His eyes are bright now and just full of joy. You’re convinced nothing can wipe the smile off of his face.

You press a sweet kiss to his lips, tasting yourself on him. You can feel his dick against your hip. It’s semi-hard, still calming down from climaxing.

Steve wraps his arms around you and hugs you while kissing you, smiling into the kiss. He feels on top of the world now. It gets even better when you begin o trail kisses down to his neck. You stop when you get to his sweet spot. You lean up to his ear, twirling his damp hair around your fingers.

“Up for a round three?” you ask. “Maybe this time in your room and on your bed? You can fuck me into the pillows while my ass is pressed up against you. We gotta be careful, though. It might get messy.”

He’s alert again. He nods excitedly, energy filling his body once again. He jumps out of the pool and helps you out, then lifting you up bridal style and carrying you back to the house. You giggle as he hurries up to his room, throwing you onto his bed and shutting and locking the door. He climbs onto top of you, looking deeply into your eyes.

“I love you so much. I-I hope you know that. You’re so beautiful and this is a night come true. This is the best night of my life. Besides the night you agreed to be my best friend,” he says.

“Steve,” you grin. “I love you, too. You are amazing and I’m so happy to be with you. Finally glad this happened,” you say.

“Me, too,” he says. “Now get to work, soldier. I didn’t suggest sex for nothing,” you smirk.

He nods and parts your thighs, pecking your cheek lovingly. “Get ready for the best night of your life.”

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marvelslut16 · 4 years

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Pairing(s): Steve x reader, Steve x OC!Ana, Reader x OC!Mike

Synopsis: (Y/N) and Steve are paired up as partners for a year. The problem is she hates the golden boy. Quickly she learns that he isn’t as horrid as she once imagined and they become best friends. Will (Y/N) realize before it’s too late that she’s madly and deeply in love with one Steven Grant Rogers?

Word count: 5,100 whoops

Warnings: Some fluff, some angst. Swearing. Mentions of stitches, but now graphic descriptions of gore. A super clueless reader. Bucky is a bitch in this. Jealousy.

A/n: I should have been writing my Stan Uris request (which I’m more than have done with) or my next chapter of can’t fight this feeling (it’s getting there you guys!) but I wrote this bad boy instead. I hope you guys enjoy it and are staying safe and healthy during these crazy times.

Steve was never the man you planned to fall for. Hell, you hated the man for three years. You thought he was pretentious and full of himself when he snootily corrected you on a mistake only he noticed. Everyone praised him, said he was so fantastic; he could do no wrong, he’s America’s golden boy after all.

A few years had passed since the incident where he corrected you on an almost nonexistent mistake in the middle of a mission. You two were suddenly paired up by Fury to be partners on any future missions. Bucky was still recovering from all the pain Hydra caused so he couldn’t be Steve’s partner, but you had been hoping to get either Nat or Tony as yours. But life never works out how you want.

Being partners also meant you two had to train together too, help you bond and become a stronger pair on missions. Blah blah blah. You had a sprained wrist from a mission you had just been on, it was supposed to be a simple in and out until the shield agent helping you made a mistake. The worst part is that you happen to be dating that shield agent, Mike can’t go thirty minutes without apologizing. The more he does it the more it gets on your nerves, so you always try to take hold of the conversation and steer it away from that topic.

So as you're in the gym for your first training session, sitting on a bench board out of your mind watching America’s golden boy workout his already perfect body, you text Mike and complain about being stuck with the blonde soldier. Steve breaks the tense and awkward silence randomly, causing you to put your phone down for the first time since entering the gym.

“Do you know how to work this thing?” his thumb is pointing over his shoulder at one of the many treadmills, he’s giving you a sheepish smile.

“Oh, yeah, of course,” you smile softly, quickly getting up and pressing the buttons, setting it up for him. “There ya go.”

“Thanks,” he lets out a sigh, running a hand through his slightly sweaty blonde locks. “I’m still new to all of this technology stuff.” You don’t respond, not verbally at least. You give him a warm smile and small nod, his grin seems to grow at your first real interaction.

As your time with him in the gym becomes more frequent when you're healed, you notice that he doesn’t actually need your help setting up the machines. He even sets them up for you if he beats you to the gym that day. You realize that it was really just an icebreaker, this way it wouldn’t be as awkward and you would finally talk to him. It turns out he doesn’t even remember correcting you all those years ago, so maybe he isn’t as bad as you’ve always made him out to be.

To nobody's surprise, but your own, you and Steve become fast friends. You didn’t think much of it, he’s your partner and you two are supposed to get along. So the friendship was a good thing, right? Steve soon became your confidant, the one you would seek out if the mission was hard or if you and Mike were in yet another fight. Besides that, Steve was just a great person who was fun to be with.

He was surprisingly political for a man that was frozen in ice for seventy years, so he’ll talk your ear off about what’s going on in the world. It’s not too surprising, you suppose, he was political propaganda and has an unwavering moral compass, so it’s to be expected. He keeps you educated and up to date, something that amuses your teammates when they see you guys hang out. You and Steve will have animated conversations about World War II, comparing the political climate and leaders back then to now over lunch. What really amused everyone was how quickly those serious conversations could flip and turn into pop culture talk. If one of you says a reference from a show in your conversation, it immediately switches to that show or ones like it.

You had introduced Steve to friends, and he had come running to you as soon as Ross and Rachel had their we were on a break fight. He was so distraught over the show, he wanted Ross and Rachel to just talk out their problems. You thought his reaction was adorable, and so did Nat who was quietly laughing to herself in a corner.

There were days where you didn’t even have to talk, content with sitting in silence and filling out mission reports. Typically spent listening to songs from the forties, or you trying to get him into modern music. Everyone was shocked, especially Bucky who is now back from Wakanda good as new apparently, that you got Steve to get a cellphone. The super soldier frequently texts you with questions or to complain that he misses you if you’re too injured or sick to make it to training.

Very rarely was Steve moody, one reason you were glad when you got him and not Tony, but when he was it was unbearable. He had gotten in a fight with Bucky and ignored you in training. No setting up the machine for you, even though he was already running on his treadmill when you got to the gym. No offering you water after a tough set, or apologizing if he thought he pinned you to the mat too hard, which he always did.

“Stevie, what’s wrong?” you finally broke the silence.

“It’s nothing (Y/N)!” there’s a flash of anger towards you in his icy blue eyes. “I’m done training for the day.”

“But we still have another hour!” you holler at his toned back, white shirt clinging to the sweat, as he walks away from you.

“I don’t really care, I don’t want to talk,” Steve doesn’t turn to face you. His voice drops so low he thinks you won’t hear him, but you do, “I don’t want to be around you right now.”

Your heart squeezes at his words. Was Mike right when he called you too much the other night? Were you so annoying that both your boyfriend and your best friend didn’t want to be around you?

Steve’s blue eyes softened as he apologized for his actions the next morning. He didn’t know you heard his last bit, but you weren’t gonna tell him you did. So you just dealt with the little bit of your self esteem chip away, but that was nothing new.

You’re knocking on his door in the middle of the night, instantly regretting it when you see the dark bags under his sparkling blue eyes. His arm flexes as he rubs a hand over his face, gray sweatpants hang low on his waist, and his navy blue shirt is slightly twisted from tossing and turning.

“Sorry,” you sniffle and quickly apologize. You start to walk away but Steve’s thick fingers wrap around your wrist and pull you towards him.

“What's wrong?” the sleep gone from his eyes, replaced with worry at the sight of your tear stained cheeks.

“It’s nothing,” you sigh, running your hands through your hair. “It was stupid.”

“Is it nothing or is it stupid? ‘Cause it can’t be both Doll,” his voice is soft and inviting, it makes you start crying all over again.

“Mike and I got into such a bad fight,” you cry, he immediately pulls you into a hug and into his apartment. He ushers you over to a stool in the kitchen, grabbing you both a beer, claiming that you look like you could really use one. “He threatened to break up with me, he just kept saying that I have too much baggage from before. Telling me that I’m too annoying, too clingy, too much.”

The super soldier stayed up with you all night, letting you cry and vent about your relationship troubles. Again. He even took you out for breakfast when morning rolled around, you two laughing over what seemed like a gallon of coffee. While you had never woken him up before, you two had talked for hours if Mike had done something stupid or hurt you.

Steve and Mike had been sort of friends before this, having worked with each other on missions before your partnership. But the words that Mike had been spewing at you hours earlier made it so that Steve could never look at him the same way again. Who could be that cruel to you on purpose?

The Avengers were going to a local hospital to surprise the sick children in the cancer ward. You’re paired up with Bucky much to your disappointment, everyone wanted Captain America and Black Widow together, they were well known. You don’t dislike the ex assassin, but he’s practically Steve’s brother which makes you infinitely more nervous around him.

As you're waiting for the all clear from one of the oncologists you get a text from Tony with an updated schedule, one child was able to go home a day early so they were no longer there so a new room with a new kid was added. You briefly smile down at your lock screen, a picture of you and Steve making stupid faces in your uniforms- he even let you hold his shield.

“Is that you and Steve?” Bucky’s long strands of hair hit the side of your face as he leans down to get a better look of the picture.

“Uh- yeah,” you turn to look at his face, a small frown of confusion graces your features. His gaze goes from curious to a large frown, confusing you to no end.

“Why did you guys take it?” he asks, crossing his thick arms across his chest, making sure to flex them.

“Uh, we had just gotten back from a long mission and we needed to decompress,” you smile fondly at the memory of the bleach blonde man making you laugh when you didn’t think you could even smile. He somehow managed to take your stress away, he always knew how to make it better; you’re convinced it was a power that came with the serum. “We were just goofing around and having fun, Steve suggested we take a picture to remember it.”

“You’re so annoying,” he rolls his eyes and shakes his head, brown locks creating a curtain around his face. Your jaw momentarily drops open in shock, but you quickly close it as the oncologist comes back to the two of you. You put on your well practiced mask, cheering up the kids was far more important than your measly little feelings.

For some unknown reason Bucky told Steve about the interaction. Steve immediately apologized the next day for Bucky’s actions, but it meant next to nothing coming from him and not the man with the vibranium arm. Steve just kept going on about how Bucky’s brain still wasn’t back to hundred percent yet, but you knew Bucky had meant what he said.

“Are you sleeping with him?” Mike storms into your apartment that Tony gave you in Avengers tower, perks of the job.

“What?” your eyebrows furrow, you aren’t a cheater. “Who?”

“Steve,” his name comes out of Mike’s mouth like it burned him, but you can see the sadness in his eyes.

“Of course not!” anger starts to fuel you, how dare he make these accusations about you and your friend!

“Sharon came up to me at work today and said she wouldn’t be surprised if you two were sleeping with each other behind my back!” he defends. Of course it was Sharon, you restrain yourself from aggressively rolling your eyes at the annoying woman's antics.

“Steve and I would never do that! And you know that. You also know that Sharon is obsessively in love with Steve and is most likely jealous of my friendship with him.”

The conversation ended there that night, but you knew it wasn’t over yet. Mike left shortly after to go to his apartment twenty minutes away from the tower, and you were left to wonder why the hell Sharon would ever suggest a thing. Steve was just a friend! Right?

The next day during training you were complaining to him about Sharon and Mike as you were punching one of the many bags filled with sand. Knuckles bruising and bleeding, but you don’t notice. Far too occupied with everyone sticking their noses where they don’t belong, just looking to start drama within the Avengers.

You and Mike had gotten into yet another fight about Steve a month later. This time you didn’t want to go to the man at the center of your problems, so you went to two of your friends Marie and Trisha. They’re both Shield agents that work with Mike, so they know the both of you enough to give you good advice.

“He just keeps getting so mad at me for being friends with Steve!” you complain to the two girls, who roll their eyes at the words they’ve heard come from your mouth a thousand times before.

“So break up with him,” Marie shrugs like it’s no big deal, checking her nails.

“But I love him,” you blanch.

“Do you though?” Trisha asks with a judgmental eyebrow raised.

“Of course I do! We’ve been together for two years, I see a future with him,” you furrow your brows at how rude they seem. “But do you think he’s right? Do you think Steve likes me?”

“Not even close!” Trisha laughs. “(Y/N), he would never go for someone like you, he could have any woman- or man- that he wants.”

“Dump Mike and forget Steve, they aren’t worth your time,” Marie looks up from her nails to give you an annoyed look.

So much for friends, huh. But Trisha was right about one thing, Steve would never go for someone like me. I’m not special, I’m not beautiful; I’m just annoying and I carry too much emotional baggage for anyone to deal with. You walked out of shield headquarters that day feeling worse than you did when you came, and no closer to solving this whole Steve Mike business.

Steve was reading the briefing for your next mission when you entered the common room in the tower. You plopped down right next to him, swinging your legs over his lap and resting your head on his shoulder to read it too. He threw the arm that you’re leaning on across your shoulders to make it more comfortable for the two of you. You and Steve would sit like this all the time; during movies, reading up on missions, while talking about anything and everything.

It made Mike uncomfortable, and maybe you were naive because you never understood why. Steve was your friend, and friends cuddle. Plus it was extremely comfortable and some days you just needed it. The first time you did it you did as a joke, trying to make Steve uncomfortable, it was a game you two play. But you both quickly found how much you both liked it and you do it without giving it a second thought now. Plus, it’s a nice added bonus when Sharon sees it and gets upset.

Before you and Steve knew it a whole year of partnership passed, and Fury decided to change partners around. Steve obviously got Bucky and you got Nat. While she was your original first choice, now all you wanted was for Steve to have your six. There wouldn’t be anymore inside jokes, long talks, or silly photos to take. You would miss the way his nose crinkled when he would laugh at one of your stupid jokes, or how his face would scrunch up and the tip of his tongue would peak out from between his lips when would sketch you during your free time.

If losing him as your partner weren’t enough, he was moving out of the tower. He found a cute little brownstone to move into, him and Bucky were going to be roommates. You believed Steve when he told you he would come visit you all the time, but it was just an empty promise. You felt like you were losing a piece of your heart and soul. Steve had become your best friend and you weren’t sure when you would be able to see him again. He left the tower one night, never telling you goodbye first.

If anything good came out of Steve’s move, it was that you and Mike weren’t as rocky as you once were. You were crushed that you didn’t have Steve by your side anymore, but you would never tell Mike that. He’d never understand how you missed the super soldier as a friend. He and I would still text occasionally, or talk briefly if we ran into each other in the halls, but it was never the same. And it never would be.

The next time you saw Sharon she was smug, as if she were gloating because you weren’t close to him anymore either. But that all changed when Steve entered the tower with a shorter woman with long black hair on his arm named Ana. She was a nurse for shield, apparently they had met when she insisted he get a cut stitched after a bad mission, even if he would be healed within a few hours. You used to make Steve get checked out after every mission, made sure he took care of himself, but you were useless now.

“She’s cheated on every guy she’s been with,” Sharon whispered to you as Ana swung her own legs over Steve’s lap and curled into his side. The smile on his face was so wide and loving, it was honestly revolting. Nat, Tony, and Sam all turned to watch your face at the interaction, you masked any possible emotion. But Tony saw the hurt in your eyes, you had officially lost Steve. But he was never yours to lose.

You pushed off Sharon’s words, why would she tell you the truth when she hated you so much. But when Trisha and Marie texted you out of nowhere freaking out about her being a cheater you knew it was the ugly truth. Steven Grant Rogers, the love of your life as you always jokingly called him, was going to get his pure heart broken by someone who would never love as much as he loved her.

Mike caught you one night, when he came over to surprise you with dinner, looking at the drawings of you that Steve had done while swiping through the pictures you had taken with the blonde. Mike, seeing that you were grieving the loss of such an important friendship didn’t say anything about it. Instead you guys ate your food and talked about your future together. He kept repeating that he wanted to marry you one day soon.

While the prospect of spending the rest of your life with Mike was exciting and inviting; it was a nice safe choice. You couldn’t help but wonder, would Steve go to your wedding? Would he be your man of honor like you two joked he would be? Or did he not care about you now that you weren’t partners anymore? Because your life would be gray without him in it.

Tony threw his yearly charity gala. You were dressed in an ombre blue dress that made you feel like Cinderella. Mike had surprised you and paid for you to go all out and get your hair and nails done. What you didn’t know was that Mike was trying to spoil you so you would be happy again and maybe fix your crumbling relationship. While your relationship was fine, better even, when Steve had moved, it was falling apart now as you wallowed in self pity over the fact that you lost your best friend.

You had begged Mike for hours to go dance with you, but he wouldn’t. He just told you he didn’t want to and sat at your table sipping his drink. Steve and Ana were spinning around the dance floor, they looked so happy it hurt. You couldn’t help but stare, that could have been you. What did you have to sell to get Mike to seem like he cared about you and to dance with you? A kidney? An arm or a leg? Your soul? Because you would do it.

Nat and Wanda saw how depressed you looked, so they pulled you onto the floor with them. And for a few minutes everything felt right in the world, you were finally happy. But that ended as soon as it began when Ana bumped into you while she was dancing, you would have fallen if it weren’t for Wanda and her powers. She giggled out a fake sorry before pulling Steve in the opposite direction.

When you sat back down next to Mike again you couldn’t tear your eyes off of Steve. Who had he become? He was so enraptured by Ana that he didn’t even try to talk to you like he always did at big events like this. What you didn’t know was that while you were holding back tears Mike was trying to talk himself into breaking up with you. He knew you weren’t happy anymore, that you would much rather be with Steve. Even if you didn’t know that yet.

After a long talk with Fury it was decided that it would be better for everyone if you went back to being a normal shield agent instead of a part of the Avengers. While it stung a little and felt like a downgrade, it was what you wanted as well. To make things even better, you were now paired up with Sharon. Your long hours together proved she wasn’t as horrible as you once thought, but she was definitely not your favorite person.

Mike started working in a new sector where he was partnered up with a new agent named Jana. He spent more time with her than with, you so you started hanging out with Trisha and Marie regularly again. The two girls tried to get you to shit talk Ana with them, but you wouldn’t. Steve was happy and that’s all that mattered to you.

Mike broke up with you. He sent you a text at three in the morning telling you it wasn’t working. You wholeheartedly agreed, nothing felt right anymore, but you would have preferred the break up in person. That was the decent thing to do.he started dating Jana, and you were happy for him too. Just like Steve, you wanted him happy.

Months passed after the break up and you were still friends with Mike. He was your partner and your friend before the relationship, so you were sure as hell going to be his friend after the end of your three year relationship. Your break up wasn’t a secret, it seemed like everyone at shield knew the details of it.

Mike, Jana, Maria Hill, and you were all eating lunch together when a familiar blonde haired blue eyed man walked through the cafeteria. Your heart started to pound, you hadn’t talked to Steve in almost a year and hadn’t seen him in even longer. Mike gave your arm a quick squeeze as Maria was getting ready to go talk to him. But Ana locked eyes with you as soon as Steve waved at you, and pulled him away from you. Mike pulled you into his side and Jana gently rubbed your hand that was sitting on the tabletop.

Maria runs away from you and Sharon and up to talk to Steve when she sees him in the hall later that day. You and Sharon share an unsure glance before following Fury's right hand woman. Steve has a long talk with Maria about an upcoming mission she is accompanying him and Bucky on. He even talks with Sharon about a new technique Nat taught her when the redhead visited a few weeks prior.

“Hey Rogers,” you give him a small smile when his eyes finally land on you.

He opens his mouth, ready to speak to you for the first time in ages. But before he could get any words out Ana let out an annoyed sound, sent Steve a look, and stormed off. Steve gave you an apologetic smile before running after his girlfriend.

Your mouth opens as you let out what would have a mix between a sob and a scoff if it hadn’t come out silent. It felt like something was wrapping around your heart, giving it a painful squeeze. That feeling snaked up and constricted your throat, momentarily causing you to forget to breathe. Maria is looking at you with soft confused eyes while Sharon is glaring at Steve’s back as he runs after Ana.

Ironically, you ran crying to Mike. It was a sick twist of fate, after a year of running to Steve when things went wrong with Mike, he was now the one helping you when it came to the hurt America’s golden boy caused. He took you out for dinner that night and spent hours comforting you. Because after all this time you finally realized it. You’re in love with Steve, you have been for years. But now you’ve lost him for good.

“Are Steve and Ana still together?” Wanda asks when you visit her and Nat at the tower.

“I think, why?” you glance between the two redheads confused why they would be asking you this and not Steve.

“Well her and this other shield agent came with us on a mission,” Nat admits. “And the entire quinjet ride she was hanging all over him.”

“We had to spend the night there,” Wanda says slowly, like the next words out of her mouth could change everything. And they do. “I caught her sneaking into his room.”

The world around you seems to slow and your fragile heart seems to crack even more. You knew it. You knew that bitch would hurt your Stevie.

After leaving the tower for the night you immediately message both Marie and Trisha because they were right. At the office the next day you join in on the shit talking for the first time. Nobody hurts your Stevie.

Tony invited you to the charity gala again, he kept whining that he missed your annoying ass. So you're put on a gorgeous deep red dress with a slightly bedazzled bodice. You're at the bar with Tony, Nat, and Wanda when Sharon comes running over; her dress, Trisha, and Marie trailing behind her.

“Is Steve still with Ana?” Sharon asks, slightly out of breath.

“Why do people keep asking me this?” not only are you confused, but you're angry that it keeps coming up. “How am I supposed to know? Steve and I don’t talk anymore.”

“Ana came with the guy who’s room she snuck into,” Marie eyes you nervously as she speaks.

“That's her ex,” Jana adds as her and Mike join the group forming at the bar.

“Check their socials!” Trisha hollers unhelpfully. But you do anyway, and what you see breaks your heart.

You check Ana first, but after typing her name into the search bar nothing comes up. Mike quickly looks her up and shows that she still pops up on his phone, she obviously blocked you. Ana and Steve were still her profile picture, but you weren’t satisfied with that.

Your fingers fly as you type in Steve’s name. He pops up, but you suddenly aren’t friends with him anymore and the option to send a friend request isn’t there. Your cracked heart shatters. Everyone around you seems to fade and all you hear is white noise, you never meant anything to him. You don’t realize you're crying until your tears hit the picture of him and Ana laughing which is his new profile picture.

Tony makes you another rum and coke, which you chug. Screw Ana. Screw Steve Rogers. And fuck feelings. You spend the night dancing with Nat and Wanda when they aren’t with Clint and Vision. Mike, who refused to dance with you a year ago, even took you for a spin around the dance floor.

You eventually cut Trisha and Marie out of your life, they were nothing but trouble. They were bad influences, trying to get you to be a meaner person than you were. And it worked for a while, you had let them manipulate your hurt into anger since that was an easier emotion to process. Shortly after the gala you got transferred to a shield base in Sokovia, Wanda and Pietro excitedly showed you around their home. Sharon texted you a year after you left that Steve had apparently broken up with Ana.

It has been almost three years since the day of that gala and about two since Steve and Ana had broken up. Mike is still your best friend, he’s planning on proposing to Jana soon. He’ll occasionally see Steve and tell you how he is. Recently you decided to look him up on Facebook again to see how he was doing; he looks good, happy. You had the option to send him a friend request again, so you did. And within ten minutes he said yes.

It has been about a month since that happened, you haven’t messaged him and he hasn’t messaged you. You’ll react to some of the old photos from the forties that he’ll post, or the memes he posts about Stranger Things, another show you had gotten him into. Facebook friends doesn’t seem like too much, but for you when it comes to Steve it means the world.

While you don’t have that connection you had with Steve once, him accepting is like he’s accepting your apology for how poorly you acted when it came to Ana. You finally got your closure.

And with that you put down your pen and close your composition notebook. The one you're shield appointed therapist, you had to talk to her for your yearly eval, had suggested. She thought it might make you feel better to have all of the words written down, all of the truths and emotions out in the open. You realized far too late how you really felt, and the notebook was the only way to fully process everything that had happened these past four years.

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By the pricking of my thumb, something wicked this way comes.

Chapter 3: Walk with the Devil

Gif Credit: @deeptheon

Also I wanted to give a shoutout to my girls @boogiewrites for helping me with a concept toward the end of this chapter and @deanscroissant for reading it for me from the perspective of someone who doesn’t watch the show! Also thanks going out to @justanothershelby for connecting a dot I didn’t even see!

Warnings: Violence, implied animal death (I mean we’ve all seen that episode.) (I think that’s it? If there’s something I missed please feel free to tell me so I can put it in here!)

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There was rain thundering on the roof of the barn. Sometimes it would slow down and be almost calming. Other times it would pound down with fury from the heavens above where the cacophony of it made it almost crescendo into a panic. Curly walked through the barn quietly mumbling to himself his list of things that needed to be done before Charlie and he headed home. The next task was checking in the horses one more time. There weren’t many, so it wouldn’t take Curly long. He did this every day so he had it down to a science.

As he walked along giving each horse a once over and checking water buckets, he started to feel uneasy. He only had two horses left, Miss Ellie’s and the new racehorse and then he could be on his way. It could be noise from the rain. It made it difficult to hear. Curly gave Stevie a soft pat on the nose as he looked him over. The horse snorted and pawed at the ground in return. Curly frowned because Stevie wasn’t restless, especially after Miss Ellie had visited him. “I’ll be right back, boy.” He gave Stevie’s chest a gentle pat and moved on to the newest addition to the barn.

Curly walked around the dividing wall and began his checking. A strangled cry left his lips when he saw the horse’s hoof tied up. It wasn’t painful for the horse, but it was definitely bound. Bound in such a way he was sure there was a curse involved. He had to go get Charlie and Tommy.

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Rain. It was thundering on the tin roof. The sound was almost offensive. Especially to Eleanor’s head. The effort she had to exert to sit up was more trouble than it was worth. Her body felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. As soon as her head was level, the pain from being cracked in the face weighed down and involuntarily had a moan passing through her lips. She could feel the spot she had been hit. It was right below her left eye. She cringed as her fingers gently brushed the skin. If her eye wasn’t already black, she would be shocked.

She took in her surroundings. She was in a warehouse, so she wasn’t far outside of Small Heath. By the sounds of it, she was still fairly close to the industrial stacks. A quiet voice caught her attention and brought her back to the reality that she wasn’t alone.

“Give her a minute, boys. You rang her bell quite hard.” Eleanor knew that voice. It belonged to none other than Zilpha Lee. Queen matriarch of the Lee family. “We’re not far from the city, don’t fret.”

“I would greet you proper, ma’am, however, I’m feeling a bit thrown.” Ellie groaned quietly.

“You have Joseph to thank for that. The other two are Percy and Isaac. Gents say ‘ello. I don’t expect you to move yet,” Zilpha paused to contemplate the young woman on the ground in front of her, “Eleanor, correct?”

Ellie wasn’t surprised that Zilpha knew her name. Zilpha knew everyone around her people. Working with Johnny every once and a while had her known by association. She nodded just enough to know she was responding but not enough to jostle her head.

Ellie was having a hard time deciding what was going on in the older woman’s mind. Standing slowly, she gave a glimpse at the boys that were there with Zilpha. Joseph had the realization to at least look somewhat sorry. Eleanor sighed and let her shoulders drop. She felt like she was prey being stalked, and she didn’t like it. Isaac and Percy were pacing around her, almost expecting her to run.

She clenched her jaw as she huffed out of her nose, “Ma’am, if you don’t mind the trouble of me asking, why am I here and not where I wanted to be?”

“And where was that, my dear?” Zilpha placed her elbow on her makeshift chair and her dainty hand underneath her chin. She tilted her head to the side. She was curious as to what kind of answer Eleanor had for her.

“Home. Dry. Without a poundin’ ‘ead and face.” Ellie turned around slowly to face her hostess. Their eyes locked and a crackle of unpredictability sizzled through the air. Zilpha was feeling her out. Neither woman had officially been face to face with the other before.

The matriarch smirked at her. The small action made Ellie’s skin crawl. “Are you sure you weren’t heading to find Tommy Shelby? To tell him what my boys were up to?” Ellie’s hackles raised at her assumption.

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“Charlie! Charlie! Come quick!” Charlie heard the slapping of Curly’s feet on the wet ground as he ran in a panic looking for him. He tossed his cigarette and met him halfway.

“What is it Curly?”

“Tommy’s horse, Charlie. Curse, I tell you! Curse!”

Charlie was moving before Curly had finished. He had been worried something like this would happen after the outburst at the fair. He rushed into the barn and over to the racehorse and sure enough, there was a burlap sack wrapped around the hoof and bound with a rope. This horse would never race.

“Curly, go get Tommy.”

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Zilpha’s eyebrow quirked at the small show of attitude. “Ma’am, forgive me, but that name has cursed me since the fair, and it’s the second time someone asked me about my involvement with him. Which there isn’t much.”

“If there wasn’t much, no one would be asking you.”

“I’ve talked to him for maybe five minutes. Pleasantries if anythin’ else. I had just gotten back. The town was in shambles. Angry whispers about the Peaky Blinders swarmed through the town. I was taking care of me horse.”

“Watch that tone of yours, girl. You forget who I am.”

“I was just on my way to work after gettin’ home from the fair. I board me ‘orse at his uncle’s yard. I saw him there this mornin’, but again his uncle owns the yard, so I fail to see how that’s out of the ordinary. He was there talking to Mister Charlie. I took care of me ‘orse, was pleasant to Mr. Shelby on my way out and went to my place of employment.” Ellie was getting tired of having to explain herself to people who weren’t going to believe her. Queen of the Lee clan or not.

“Don’t lie to me and yourself in the same sentence, Eleanor. I know your intuition is better than that. At the very least, your common sense.”

“I went to work. One of the regulars was apparently at the fair. And saw what they thought was me conspirin’ with the Blinders when I was saying goodbye to Johnny. I got let go because of assumptions. I was upset and came here to be with my horse. I wanted to go home, but not run into Mister Charlie, so I went out the back of my horse’s stall. I went to leave and one of your boys took a nice crack at my skull.”

Percy had been the one leading the other boys. He wanted to throw her into the cut, “You was on your way to tell one of those Blinder bastards what we was up to.”

“Where’s your proof?”

Isaac just had to join in, “You snuck out the back. Someone who sneaks doesn’t have good intentions.”

“So in truth now… what is your involvement with the Shelby boy?”

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The rain was deafening as Curly ran to 6 Watery Lane. His frantic pace was all he could think about keeping up. Tommy had to know. The door to the flat came into his view and he pounded on it. Hopefully, someone would wake up. He looked around in panic calling out to Thomas until his bedroom light came on.

When he saw Tommy’s head peek out through the curtains he shouted up, “Hurry Tom! Come quick! It’s the horse!” Thomas wasted no time. He put his cap on, grabbed a jacket, and was sprinting out into the rain to follow Curly back to the barn.

When Thomas sees Charlie’s face, he knows it’s not good. The Lees must have retaliated. Tommy takes a few steps toward the horse and rubs its muzzle. He sees the rope, he sees the burlap. Curly kisses the horse’s nose.

“Curly, tell me.”

“It’s a curse, Tom,” Curly started pacing, distraught. Tom comes over to him and grabs his face trying to get him to focus.

“Curly, Curly… shh shh shh. Okay, tell me. Tell me, Curly, what’s wrong with the horse?”

“You bought at the fair in bad feeling. The Lees put a bad seed in the hoof. Got an old woman to put a spell! Got Miss Ellie to help. Saw her sneaking out.” Curly shushes himself.

“So those Lee bastards cursed him.” Thomas refused to acknowledge the second half of what Curly mentioned. The horse was more important at the moment. He would have a chat with Eleanor later.

Charlie nodded solemnly, “Whatever it is, he says it spread to the other feet.”

“It’s going to his heart by tomorrow, I’d say. Seen curses like this twice. Can’t take them back, Tom! No!”

“I told ya, Tommy. Better enemies to have than black blood Gypsies and their ravens.” Charlie grabbed Curly and left Thomas to his own devices.

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Ellie sighed in defeat. “Complete disclosure,” Zilpha nods at the question, “Nothing. I’ve seen him around. I have never gone out of my way to contact him. Giving Mister Charlie payment is about as much contact that I have with him and his family, and Mister Charlie doesn’t talk much anyhow. I keep to myself. I don’t bother anybody. I take care of my ‘orse and dat’s dat.”

“What about when you were sayin’ goodbye. You and Thomas were makin’ eyes at each other like there’s a secret only you two know?”

If Ellie had something to drink she would have spat it across the wide room. “Whoa. Hold on. Makin’ eyes? I don’t know who you had keepin’ an eye on them, but they must have been tanked. I wasn’t makin’ eyes at anyone. I was sayin’ I was leaving back to town.”

“So you agree it was a meeting then?”

“A meeting to say goodbye to my friend, and then I was on me way. No one said I was there for long, or saw me leave with anyone other than myself or me ‘orse, did they?” If she kept this attitude up she probably wouldn’t be let go.

“Boys, we’re done here. You can see her out now.” Ellie’s eyes widened. That could have meant any number of things. As she saw Joseph getting closer to her, she tried to back away.

“No!” She backed into the other two Lee men.

Joseph walked forward, “I’m sorry.” As he grabbed her arms and tied her wrists together, Percy and Isaac came up with a gag and a hood. She felt some hairs pull from her scalp, and she most certainly caught her lip in between her teeth and gag.

Her world went topsy turvy as she was picked up and thrown over a shoulder. She tried to struggle, but with only her legs being somewhat free and out in front of the offenders, she could only do so much.

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The sound of water graced her ears. It was not only from the rain but also moving water from the cut. Fuck. Her chest was heaving. She felt herself being flung from being over a shoulder to the ground. A small muffled ‘oof,’ left her as her bottom connected unceremoniously with the muddy riverside. Ellie tried her hardest to keep her head up so it didn’t garner any more damage. Not that it mattered at this point. She had somehow gone and gotten herself mixed up in a load of trouble and it was coming back to bite her.

She tilted her head while pulling the gag loose. ‘Don’t give them the reaction they want.’ Ellie was listening to the boys shuffling around trying to get things in order.

“So is this it then?” She asked with a calm and almost silent voice. The three boys looked between themselves. Isaac and Joseph seemed to be somber. Ellie faced what she thought was forward as she removed the hood. Percy tried to stop her and she shoved his hands away. Her chest was still visibly moving, but she had accepted it. If it was her time, then so be it.

The woods weren’t far from here. They were near Charlie’s Yard which bordered the forest. She could hear the human-like alarm bark of a fox and the perturbed croaking of ravens. There was a late fog rolling in. A smile graced her lips. It was the magical part of the night. Ellie looked to the moon. She was bright and full. All of their actions on display.

“Is this your first time, boys?”

Her tongue touched the part of her lip that she had caught between her teeth and the gag. She looked up at Percy. He seemed to be the most aggressive and aggravated. He was huffing and puffing up a storm.

“Shut the fuck up!” He rushed forward and gripped the back of her neck, “we’ll decide what happens to you.”

Her shoulders bunched up at the pressure of the hold on her neck, “I’m sure you will, but if you’re going for strangling? You ‘ave the wrong side. Make it count. The moon will see it though.”

“Percy! Zilpha wanted her alive.”

“I don’t know why Isaac. She’s a loose end. We should just do Zilpha a favor.” Percy gripped the handle of his gun and dug the barrel against her scalp.

“Don’t miss, Percy.” Ellie smiled at the chaos, at Isaac and Joseph’s face. A gunshot sounded in close to them making Percy jump.

Joseph stepped forward and yanked the gun from Percy. “Dat’s a bad omen, Perc. We need to go.” Isaac snatched Percy’s collar to drag him off before he stepped more out of line.

Ellie and Joseph made eye contact with a small nod of thanks from her. He leaned down with his knife to cut the ropes on her wrists, but she waved him off.

“You gents didn’t check me boots.” Producing a small dagger from her right boot she threaded it between the ropes and her wrists and worked it back and forth to cut them.

“You’re full of surprises aren’t ya?”

Ellie smiled at the question, “I s’pose so. Get on with ya. I’ll be fine from here.”

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Thomas was numb inside as he walked away from Charlie’s Yard. He wrapped his jacket closer around his torso. It wasn’t only the external cold he was trying to chase away. It was the internal cold that had been caused by the war and came back in intervals that he couldn’t quite predict.

He turned to head toward the Garrison when movement just past Charlie’s caught his eye coming from the bottom of the cut. It was Eleanor. His visit with Grace would have to wait.

“Eleanor. Just the woman I was looking for.” Her head snapped up like a startled bird.

“Me? Why am I suddenly so popular in your life?”

“I’m not sure why you’re front and center, but this is where we’ve been lead.” Thomas looked around to assess their surroundings. They were alone and it was a fairly dead-end of the city. Not many people to eavesdrop.

“Did you help the Lees curse my horse?”

“No,” Ellie said with a lot more confidence than someone in her position should.

“No? Why does Curly seem to think otherwise?” He kept his face impassive. He stayed quiet for a moment. It was a good way to make people squirm.

“What did he tell you? Oh wait, let me guess. I was sneakin’ out. That’s what the Lees thought too. That’s who just let me go.”

Ellie was beyond vexed that she would have to be explaining herself for what would probably be the fourth time that day. Why wouldn’t anyone believe her? She led a quiet life, she lived by simple means. Maybe that was why. She looked just like the kind of person that would be involved but be able to pass it off that she wasn’t. Those are typically the ones that caused the most trouble.

“They had you?” He finally looked at her face. Her left eye was starting to blacken.

“Cracked me good too on my way out to come find you. Dat’s why I was sneakin’ out Mr. Shelby.”

“On your way to find me. When?”

“This mornin’ when Curly saw me sneakin’ out the back. However, the Lee boys had other plans for me. I know you don’t know me from Adam, but I don’t have any reason to lie to you. Ask Johnny.”

“We’ll see about that. Come.” Thomas put his hand in the crook of her elbow so he could direct her along.

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Note: Hey everyone! I hope you enjoyed chapter 3! Did you all expect Zilpha? I wonder why she wants to keep Ellie alive? What are you liking? I wanna hear from you!

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remember-that-one-blog · 5 years

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The Three of Us

Y’all, it has been a hot minute since I have posted anything and I am so sorry for that. I’m finishing up with school and I am getting married in less than three months and everything has been hectic BUT I am finally posting something that I had promised a while back. STUCKY X READER SOULMATE!AU it is here and there might be more than one part, we’ll see what happens. However, in the mean time I hope you all enjoy. Happy reading!

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You sighed as you stared out the window. It was late and almost everyone had left the building except those who live there, yourself included. Knowing almost everyone was gone you untucked your shirt from your pencil skirt and rolled the sleeves up. You kicked your heels off too and slipped on a pair of house-shoes you kept under your desk. Once you were comfortable, you looked down to the mark on your arm, the mark that was suppose to help you find your soulmate. You wanted so badly to find them, but now, at your age, you knew it was less likely and maybe, more than likely, you were an obsolete or an error. It was extremely rare, but it was possible. You just stared at the simple roman numeral, III. You rubbed your thumb across it as you kept staring out the window.

When someone meets their soulmate or, sometimes, soulmates their mark was supposed to change colors. The catch though, you had to physically touch them in order for the mark to turn. Yours had remained the same grey color all your life. About six years ago you just started keeping it covered to avoid the conversation that always followed seeing your mark was still grey. You didn’t need any more false hope. When someone did see it, you just opted to tell them you were an error, it kept it short and no one asked about it and avoided the topic around you after that.

You weren’t unhappy with the way your life was now. You had been with Stark Industries for two years now. Tony found you when you were fresh out of college with your degree in chemical and biomolecular engineering. Tony informed you he just had a position open up and you jumped on it like a pack of dogs on a three-legged cat. You were so grateful for the opportunity and were excited to move out of your small southern home town. You loved it, but you had no future there and maybe, just maybe, you would find your soulmate in New York where Tony wanted you to work. Two years in and no luck, but you loved your job and wouldn’t change a thing that has happened. You were so lost you didn’t hear the knock on your door. You jumped when you heard someone clear their throat. You turned around in your chair to come face to face with Sargent Barnes.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you, but your door was open, and I needed some help.” Bucky held up his mechanical arm and you notice his hand was turned the wrong way and kept twitching. You raised an eyebrow. Bucky rubbed the back of his neck with his flesh hand. “Yeah, mishap in training earlier. I was looking for Tony, but then I remembered he was out of town. I know you work with him a lot and I was hoping you could help.”

“Of course.” You stood up and rolled your sleeves down to hide your mark; but left your shirt untucked. Rounding your desk, you waved for him to follow you to the lab down the hall.

“I like your slippers,” Bucky chuckled as you walked in front of him. You chuckled a bit as well.

“Thanks.” You opened the door to the lab and walked over to your desk. “Now, how did this happen exactly?” You looked up at Bucky waiting for an answer. His face became as red as a beet and you knew immediately it didn’t happen at training earlier. “You know what, never mind. Come on over so I can get a look at it.” Bucky shuffled over to you and sat on the stool you pointed him to. Looking at it, you realize it was an easy fix, but some of the wires needed replacing. You started your work by gently taking off the hand so you could replace the wires and you stayed in silence for about twenty minutes until Bucky spoke up.

“I’m sorry to keep you here so late.” You gave him a soft smile.

“Don’t worry about it.” You were in the middle of replacing a wire when the door to the lab opened. You quickly glanced up to see Steve Rogers making his way toward you and Bucky.

“I was wondering what happened to you. You okay, Buck?”

“Yeah,” Bucky stopped realizing he didn’t know your name. You said it silently for him and Bucky gave you a soft smile. “She’s taking care of me, Tony is out.”

“I forgot about that.” Steve leaned down to give Bucky a quick peck on the temple. Your stomach clenched. You wish you had that. You straightened your back as you sat up to get another wire to replace. “I’m sorry he’s keeping you, I’m sure you’ve got someone to go home to.” There was that clench again. You swallowed hard before you answered.

“Don’t worry about that, Sargent Barnes needed help.”

“Call me Bucky.” You just nodded and finished replacing the wire. “Do you have far to go? We can take you home. We wouldn’t want your soulmate to worry.” Your stomach dropped through the floor. You cleared your throat.

“They won’t be.” Bucky was quick to protest.

“They will, I know I do when Stevie is even five minutes late.” You closed your eyes for a minute before you replied.

“They won’t worry, because I don’t have a soulmate. I’m an error.” Steve and Bucky were both shocked to hear that. You were so kind and they had only talked to you face to face a handful of time and knew that. It couldn’t be, surely you had a soulmate. You cleared your throat again

“To answer you other question, no, I live on the tenth floor. I don’t have far to go.”

“You live here,” Steve asked. You nodded again as you finished the wire and put the hand back on the correct way.

“Yeah, I have for the last couple of years. You’re all done, Sargent Barnes. If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go to my room. I’ve got an early day tomorrow.”

“At least let us walk you there, it’s on our way, we’re on the eleventh floor.”

“I know.” They both stared at you. You stood there awkwardly and scratched your head. “You, um, you live right above me. Y’all aren’t exactly quiet all the time.” Both of their faces flushed. “Dammit, I’m sorry, I’m an awkward human, I’ll just go. Y’all have a good night.” You unconsciously pulled your sleeve up a bit and rubbed your mark. This caught Bucky’s eye and before he could even process what he was doing, he gently grabbed your arm. You went to say something, but he pulled your sleeve up to reveal your mark fully. All Bucky could do was stare.

“Stevie.” That was all he said. Steve looked down to see what he was staring at and his mouth fell open. There on your wrist was the roman numeral for three. It looked just like theirs, only yours was still grey. They didn’t notice the tears running down your face until they heard you sniffle.

“Please, can I have my arm back.” You were so embarrassed and distraught, so you just stared at the ceiling. You barely knew these men and they were just staring at your soulmark. Steve quickly realized this and held his own wrist out as Bucky hurried to do the same. “Just stop, please.” The tears were coming faster now.

“Sweetheart, look at it, please?” The cracking in Steve’s voice got your attention. You looked down to meet his eyes and there looking back at you were watering blue eyes. You looked down to the wrist he presented you with and all the air left your lungs. It was your mark, but on their own respective wrist. One outside of one end was blue and the other was red, the middle one, however, was still grey. You stared for a minute before meeting both of their eyes. You didn’t know what to do, so you did the only thing you could think of.

You ran.

The next day you didn’t go to work. You stayed holed up in your apartment not willing to risk running into either of the two super soldiers. Your entire life you assumed you were an error and then last night you met, not one, but both of your soulmates. It was a lot to take in. You were walking around in your kitchen clad in and oversized hoodie, shorts, and fuzzy socks. You were currently talking to yourself while you made a late breakfast.

“I shouldn’t have done that. I should’ve said something. What would I have said though? I mean I didn’t think I’d ever find a soulmate, let alone two.” You heard a huff come from behind you. You turned to see your pitbull, Othello laying on the floor with his head cocked to the side trying to figure out what you were saying. “What would you have done, O?” He yawned and laid his head on his front feet. You rolled our eyes. “So helpful, Othello.” Just as you were finishing up breakfast you heard a knock on your door. Othello ran to the door and immediately started sniffing at the bottom crack and wagging his tail.

“You do know not every person who visits is here to see you, right?” The bully pit just looked at you like you should know better. You gave him a fond eyeroll before opening the door. What you opened the door to made you freeze and suck in a breath. Othello picked up on your shift in mood and placed himself at attention and stood between you and the two sets of eyes staring back at you.

“Will your dog bite,” Bucky asked taking a small step back from the pitbull. You narrowed your eyes.

“Don’t discriminate against him. He’s harmless, unless he thinks someone is going to hurt me.” Bucky threw up his hands in surrender.

“I wasn’t, I swear. He just seems a little tense is all.”

“He is because I am. What are the two of you doing here?”

“You ran off on us last night,” Steve spoke for the first time. You could see the hurt in their eyes. Knowing this conversation had to happen at some point you rubbed your hands down your face before looking them in the eyes.

“I just finished making breakfast. Why don’t you come inside, and we’ll talk?” The two of them nodded but didn’t move because Othello was still staring them down. You reached down to pat his head. “It’s fine, O. They’re okay.” With that Othello starting wagging his tail and went over to greet the two at the door with butt wiggles and kisses.

After Othello made new friends the four of you made your way into your living room. Othello was on the couch with you while Steve and Bucky sat on your loveseat. It was quiet and tense for a while before Steve spoke up.

“Why did you tell us you were an error?” You sighed and started petting Othello to calm you down.

“Think about it, my entire life, I had never met my soulmate, or soulmates. My mark has always been grey and I was finally starting to make peace with the fact that I was more than likely and error.” Steve nodded in understanding.

“Why did you run?”

“Like I said, my whole life I thought I was an error, then out of the blue I meet my two soulmates. It turned my world completely upside down. The two of you have always had each other, but I’ve always been alone.” It was like Othello knew what you said and bumped his head against you, you giggled at him. “Not always alone, O. I couldn’t forget you.” Othello seemed to approve of this and laid his head back in your lap. You looked back up to the two super soldiers on your loveseat. They seemed to be having a conversation with their eyes.

“Did your mark change when I touched you last night,” Bucky asked as he turned to look at you. You slowly shook your head. His face fell a bit.

“Bucky, you have to physically touch the person. You grabbed me with your left hand, so technically, I never touched you.”

Realizing this, the two got up and made their way to you. They crouched down in front of you. Steve held out his hand first. You took a deep breath and grabbed his hand. The three of you watched as your mark finally started to change. One end of yours turned blue and the middle on yours and Steve’s turn purple. Tears gathered in both of your eyes. You turned to look at Bucky, he had tears in his eyes too. This time you held out your hand to him and with his right hand he took you hand. The other end of your mark turned red while his middle turned purple like Steve’s and yours had. The three of you just looked at one another for a while before you spoke up.

“It’s gonna take some time for me to get use to this, I thought I was going to be alone forever.” They both nodded.

“We completely understand, doll.” You nodded your head and squeezed their hands. Then Steve looked up to you.

“What do you, sweetheart? You ready for a new adventure?” You gave them both a small smile before you answered.

“Hell yeah.”

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darling-i-read-it · 5 years

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Goodbye Sis

Steven Crain x reader

Word Count:1150

Warnings: language I think, the haunting of hill house spoilers

Author’s Note: I actually had so much fun writing this one! I’m so glad that your favorite is also Steve because honestly what a baby boy. I’m sorry it’s so sad but we love Nell and she deserved better.

Request: by @nightingale-1998 . , Hi sorry to bother you i hope I did this correctly it is my first time requesting so I am not sure how it works. Would you be able to do a drabble for Hill house with Steven were the reader is pregnant when the whole thing with Nellie happens. Sorry if it is not clear as I said this is my first time requesting.

Summary: the request

Genre: angst

(not my gif)

“Steve?” you called through the halls of your house, looking through the endless rooms to find your husband. You held your stomach as you waddled, only 4 months pregnant now but still feeling all of the annoying affects. When he didn’t answer you spoke louder. “Marco?!” you yelled.

“Polo!” he screamed back from downstairs. You grinned and started your descent down the stairs to what you were guessing was the office. You were right and walked in on Steve typing on his computer, glasses on. You leaned against the door and waited for him to look up. He did and when he saw you he leaned back, taking his glasses off and placing them carefully on the desk.

“You are gorgeous you know that?” he muttered and you rolled your eyes.

“Hugh called. He said he needed to talk to you,” you told him, handing him his phone he had left on the bedside table. He sighed.

“Jesus no thank you,” he mumbled, trying to shoo it away but you shoved it in his hands.

“He sounded worried Stevie. You should call him back,” you told him, placing a hand on his shoulder. He nodded, putting his hand on on top of yours and taking the phone with the other.

“Just 5 more months and then I can fight you again,” he said causing you to laugh lightly.

“It’s not like you had nothing to do with these hormones hot stuff. Call your dad please,” you whispered. He nodded and let you leave the room.

You strayed by the door for a moment, just to make sure he was talking on the other side, then walked to the living room to pick up a book or something. You were curled up on the couch when you heard Steve come barreling through the office doors. He was distraught by the looks of it and by seeing him, phone down and obviously sad, you stood up.

“Stevie? What is it?” you whispered and he came walking toward you, there in two long strides, and wrapped his arms around you, engulfing you in a hug and burying his face as far into your shoulder as he could get himself.

Thoughts ran through your head, none of them good and you started to almost start crying with him, not even knowing what was happening. Stupid hormones.

“Steve? What’s happened?” you asked, voice breaking. Steve was crying into you and he was trying to choke out the answers but he wasn’t able to get it out. You waited a moment more.

“It’s Nellie,” he whispered.

Memories came through your head of a beautiful girl, someone you had known for a while long, since she was in her teens to her wedding.

She had been calling you her sister since the beginning of time.

“You’re going to marry Steve aren’t you?” she asked you, sitting across from you at the tea table. Neither of you had grown out of it, she was 15 you were 18, the same age as Steve. You had been dating since you were Nell’s age.

“I don’t know yet Nellie,” you told her, pouring some of the actual tea in your cup. She smiled at you and you could see her innocence in her eyes.

“I think you will. He really loves you,” she said and you shrugged.

“I really love him too.”

“What happened to Nell?” you whisper asked.

Your wedding day. You were so nervous. Shirley was standing in front of you, fixing your hair as Theo was behind you in the room, surveying the bar in the back room where you were. Nell was watching you at the bottom of the dress, fixing the train.

“He’s going to run away,” you muttered. Theo laughed and you could see her behind you in the mirror.

“If Steve was gonna run away he would have done it with the stash on booze down here. Oh wow there’s a bottle gone,” she muttered. Nell stood up and hit her.

“You’re not helping the nerves Theo! Steve is not going to run away Y/N,” she promised. Shirley nodded.

“No way is that boy going anywhere today. If he did I’d kill him so fast you wouldn’t have a chance to make little miny Steve’s or Y/N’s,” she muttered, moving back to admire her handy work. Theo’s phone buzzed and she picked it up with her gloves.

“It’s starting. Shirl?” Shirley nodded and she kissed you on the forehead before leaving the room to get in line to get out. Nell was walking you down the aisle, per your request. Your parents were here but you lived a lot with the Crains when you were younger so your dad thought it would be funny to have her walk you. You stood at the back of the line, Shirley's kids in front of you.

“You look gorgeous!” she whisper screamed. You smiled at her, nerves bouncing through you.

“If I wasn’t marrying Steve I’d marry you,” you joked and she laughed.

The doors opened and you walked forward, clinging to Nell.

The second you saw Steve she was giggling like a schoolgirl.

“Stevie thinks you’re gorgeous too.”

“She’s dead,” he whispered.

On Nell’s wedding day she insisted you walk her down. You called Luke when you were behind the curtains when you saw Shirley run outside to shoo him away.

“Hey Y/N,” he whispered. You smiled.

“Your sister would like to talk to you,” you told him. You could see your little brothers smile. You handed the phone over and they had a cheery conversation that you couldn’t understand from where you were sitting. But they were the twins and the twins did what they do best. Talked. When they were over, you grabbed Nell’s arm and lead her down the aisle where you watched her say her vows.

When you entered the cocktail hour you ran up to her and hugged, long and hard.

“Thank you Y/N,” she whispered.

“No Nellie thank you.”

“What happened?” you asked, crying already.

“She killed herself. In that goddamn house!”

Tag List: @swanky-batman

#steven crain x reader #the haunting of hill house #luke crain #nell #nell crain #theo crain

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averagemarvelbitch · 5 years

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The Billionaire and The Mechanic / STONY

Summary: Steve is a billionaire who worked hard to get where he is. He meets Tony, the mechanic, and falls in love faster than he ever thought possible. But Tony has some issues to work through, and some secrets he’s clearly not ready to share, and Steve’s friends, ever so overprotective, are not really trusting of this strange mechanic who seems to have the billionaire wrapped around his little finger.

They soon find out that loving someone isn’t always easy, but it might be worth it in the end.

Chapters: 5/?

Tagging: @huntersociopathavenger @inmyownweirdworld

Read it on AO3

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Tony knew the whole interrogation debacle hadn’t been Steve’s fault. The blonde had spent an entire week trying to convince the mechanic that they shouldn’t go. At first, Tony had been sad, thinking maybe Steve was embarrassed of introducing a nobody covered in grease to his rich friends, but the thought had been quickly dismissed after his lover spent forty minutes explaining how his friends were too overprotective and how he was absolutely terrified that they would somehow manage to scare the mechanic away. At the time, Tony had reassured Steve time and again that there was no way in hell anyone would be able to scare him away. And he had firmly believed that because nothing in this world could be worse than the life he’d led before coming to NY. So, when the day arrived, Tony put on his rich boy mask, the one he hadn’t used since his last encounter with Ty a good year ago, and got ready to face wherever Steve’s friends could throw at him. The thing is… He was expecting something else entirely.

Tony was used to a very particular kind of rich people, the kind that would laugh obnoxiously while talking about their trips to Europe and then discuss the newest scandal involving some politician’s daughter and another clueless millionaire between flutes of expensive champagne. And so, the mechanic was expecting to meet someone like Tiberion, who threw money around in order to show everyone just how rich and powerful he was, or maybe someone like Justin, who monopolized every conversation, always talking about how great he was (spoiler alert, he really wasn’t). He was most certainly not expecting to meet a bunch of very down to Earth people in a karaoke bar, drinking and eating onion rings and, basically, just having fun. They looked so normal, so chill, that Tony didn’t even notice his mask slipping, dropping his guard a little bit more with every word exchanged. And, of course, that had been his doom.

He liked to think that he would have handled the situation a lot better if he’d been prepared for it, or at least expecting it. He thought maybe they would give him the shovel talk, the you better not be after his money talk, or something along these lines, so the sudden accusation that he was an imposter felt like a punch to the stomach. Because it was true. He was, technically, an imposter. He was lying about his name and hiding a whole lot of other things from Steve. And, at that moment, it was like his brain lit up. I could be putting Steve in danger. I could be putting all of them in danger. He kept repeating it again and again and again inside his mind, in an endless, horrible loop. He couldn’t tell them the truth, not the real truth, but Steve was right there and he was looking at Tony with such a confused and hurt look. So he spilled the story. He told the truth where he could, carefully omitting the things he knew would get him into trouble. And when he was done, he felt awful. It was like reliving all of it again… Finding the evidence, the phone call, DUM-E trying to protect him, running away… He needed to leave. He needed to be alone, away from everything and everyone. And so he left in a hurry, leaving behind a very distraught Steve.

The calls came during the night and then again the next morning. Every time his phone rang, Tony would take it and stare at it, fighting the urge to answer it just to hear Steve’s soothing voice again. But he couldn’t. He had to be strong. So every time, with tears in his eyes, he would press the decline button, hoping that maybe the blonde would take a hint. He had just ignored yet another call from Steve when he heard the unmistakable noise of a motorcycle outside his shop. He looked up just in time to see Bucky taking off his helmet. The man looked sheepishly at Tony.

“Hey”.

“I got the message. No need for a repeat performance”, Tony said, turning back to the engine he was supposed to fix.

“I deserve that. But come on, just give me a chance to explain myself?”

“Explain? You asked an FBI agent to do a background check on me. I’m pretty sure that’s a crime”.

“Yeah, well, so is creating a new identity, so I guess we’re even”, Bucky replied and immediately shook his head, regretting his words, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m just defensive. I really am sorry about the whole FBI thing. But I had to make sure you weren’t just trying to hurt Stevie”.

“You know what’s insane?”, Tony suddenly said, raising his head to look at Bucky, “The fact that you don’t seem to realize how insane it is that you ran a background check on someone your friend has been seeing for less than two weeks! It was a complete invasion of privacy and, honestly? It’s creepy as fuck.”

“I know. Sam chewed me out for that. So did Coulson. They want to apologize to you as well, by the way. They were pretty pissed at me after what happened”.

“Well, good, at least some of you have common sense”.

“Look, I am really sorry, I truly am, but after what happened with Ophelia I just couldn’t take the chance, alright?”

Tony threw him a confused look. “Who’s Ophelia?”

“Shit. Okay. Please, don’t tell Stevie I’m telling you this because this is something you two should talk about yourselves later, but I’m gonna give you the short version”, he said with a sigh, sitting down on a stool nearby, “Stevie started the company after we came back. We started small and then suddenly we were the biggest thing in the security business. That’s when he met Ophelia. She was beautiful, charismatic and supposedly super in love with Stevie. She was the perfect woman. She fooled all of us. Turns out she was a spy for HYDRA Corp. Stevie spent months giving her everything she wanted, clothes, perfumes, even a goddamn car, and she was tricking him the entire time. Nearly broke him when he found out. So yeah, you could say I’m a little overprotective”.

“Just so you know”, Tony started, getting closer to him, “I dropped some oil on that stool right before you got here”.

“Yeah, I know, I can feel it”.

“Look, what you did was shitty as hell”, the mechanic replied, sitting down next to him on the clean stool, “I understand your reasons, but it was still fucking shitty. I had to take a lot of shit from a lot of people before and that’s not gonna fly anymore. I really like Steve, but I’m not going to let people treat me like crap. Got that?”

Bucky nodded, biting his lip, apprehensive.

“So I accept your apology”.

At that moment, Tony’s phone rang again, a photo of Steve making faces flashing on the screen.

“So, you’re going to take that?”

The mechanic looked down at his phone and shook his head. “No, I don’t think I will”.

“Look, I know I screwed up…”, Bucky started to say, suddenly looking desperate.

“It’s not that. It’s just… my old life, the one I ran from. It’s too complicated and I don’t want to drag Steve into it”.

“I get that. And, to be honest, I’d much rather if you didn’t, but that dumbass is head over heels in love with you. You’re going to break his heart”.

“It’s breaking my heart too”, Tony whispered to himself, checking the missed call on his cell phone.

Bucky got up, a very noticeable stain of oil on his ass. “Look, I can’t make you call him, but… just think about it before you make any decisions, okay? Also, I promise we’ll behave from now on”.

And with a last nod, he got on his motorcycle and drove away.

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There was nothing on his fridge except for an expired carton of milk and a very old apple. Steve closed its door, sighing loudly. Of course there wasn’t any food; after all, he’d been spending all of his time at Tony’s lately. God, he missed the mechanic. He missed coming home to a smiling face. He missed cooking dinner between loving touches and stolen kisses. And he missed falling asleep next to his mechanic, nose buried on his hair, smelling that scent that was so naturally Tony. Steve had always fallen hard and fast for people, ever since he was a boy. But this… this was ridiculous. He’d known Tony for less than two weeks, for God’s sake, and he couldn’t stop thinking about him, couldn’t stop picturing their life together. He couldn’t help but imagine what their future would be like. And now he wasn’t even sure they would have a future. Feeling utterly depressed, the blonde decided he wasn’t that hungry after all and left the kitchen with slumped shoulders and a lost look in his eyes.

It was almost eight when the doorbell rang. He thought about ignoring it, almost sure it was Bucky coming to apologize yet again after Steve ignored his calls, but then he remembered that his friend had a key and had never once been shy on using it. When the doorbell rang again, he sighed and decided to get up and answer it.

“Yes?” He asked grumpily in the intercom.

“Uh, it’s Tony. Mind if I come up?”

He stared at the intercom for a moment, as if his brain was trying to make sense of what his ears had just heard.

“Steve? I can… I can leave if you want, it’s ok…”

“NO”, he shouted, grabbing the corners of the intercom like he could grab Tony through it and pull him into the apartment, “Please, come up!”

He buzzed Tony in and then looked around and then at himself frantically. He was wearing a pair of old sweatpants that had definitely seen better days and a colorful t-shirt that said born to be bi, which Sam had given him last Christmas as a gag gift for their Secret Santa. He thought about changing quickly, but the soft knock on the door told him there wasn’t enough time. Resigned, he opened the door with a sheepish look on his face.

As predicted, Tony burst out laughing at the sight of him, “Nice shirt”.

“Thanks. What are you doing here?”

The mechanic bit his lip, looking down at the box of pizza he was holding and then back at Steve.

“I brought food. I thought maybe we could eat? So, can I come in or…?”

Steve quickly stepped to the side, opening the door wider for Tony to go through, which he did. He looked around the apartment, whistling.

“I can’t believe we hung out on my dumpster of an apartment when we could’ve been hanging out here”, he put the pizza on the table nearby and walked to the nearest couch, touching it, “You know, I love how you’re the perfect mixture between fancy rich and Brooklyn broke”.

Steve huffed out a laugh, putting his hands on his pockets as he walked towards Tony, stopping a few feet from him.

“I’m sorry about what happened that night”.

“It wasn’t your fault. And Bucky and I talked so we’ll be fine eventually”, the mechanic replied, shrugging, and then sighed, “I’m sorry I didn’t answer your calls. Or your texts”.

“I get it. You wanted to be alone”.

“I did. I’m going to be honest, I thought about ghosting you. Not because of what happened exactly, but because… There’s a lot about me that you don’t know, Steve, a lot that I’m not willing to tell yet. I’m dangerous to be around. People I love tend to be hurt”.

“I can take a hit”, Steve replied full of conviction and a determined look.

“You might take a lot more than just one hit”.

“For you?”, he asked, stepping closer to Tony and touching his cheek softly, making the mechanic close his eyes with a sigh, “I can do this all day”.

The brunette laughed. “What? You can touch my face all day?”

One step closer, their noses touching, “I can fight for you all day. I can fight for you all my life if that’s what it takes. Because you’re worth it”.

Tony quickly put his hands on Steve’s neck, pulling him into a passionate kiss.

“The pizza is gonna get cold”, Tony complained between kisses, “I brought your favorite”.

Steve smiled, kissing his mouth and then, gently, his nose. “Pizza first, then. And dessert after. Also, how did you know where I lived?”

“Okay, another piece of information about me: I’m an amazing hacker. I once hacked the Pentagon on a dare. Let me tell you, the agents what showed up at my door were not amused”, he said, smiling when he heard Steve laugh. The blonde pulled him closer and they both walked to the kitchen, taking plates and glasses and bringing them to the living room.

Later that night, Tony watched Steve snore softly, the movie completely forgotten. He smiled and wiggled himself closer to the bigger man, feeling Steve’s arm tightening around him, not letting him go. He closed his eyes and for the first time in a very long time, he thought to himself… I’m home.

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Meanwhile, a very well dressed man was standing in front of Tony’s auto shop, staring at it as he smoked his cigar. He stayed there, watching the windows above the shop for a long time. He threw the expensive cigar on the floor, stepping on it with his very shiny shoes before taking a cell phone from the inner pocket of his jacket.

“Stane? I have some information that might interest you”.

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Time: Chapter 16

Summary: Soulmate!AU/Reincarnation!AU. Female!Reader lives in a world where alien invasions threaten Earth, hordes of death robots destroy entire towns and past lives and soulmates are very real. Like most people, she gets brief glimpses of her past. Although a person’s past lives and their current life may have little to nothing in common, soul mates tend to transfer between lives, the core of a person staying the same throughout the eons. Bucky is back with the team and it’s only a matter of time before things explode between the three of you. Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader, Steve Rogers x Female!Reader Warnings: Language, angst, fluff, mentions of torture Word Count: ~2,265 A/N: And we’re done, boys. As always, thanks for joining me on this adventure.

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“What the fuck.”

You and Steve hastily broke apart and Steve stepped aside to reveal the source of the outburst, but you didn’t need him to. You’d recognize that voice anywhere.

Bucky stood on the porch, just on the other side of the door, looking between you and Steve in numb shock.

“Bucky,” you breathed. Seeing him there made it feel like your heart was being torn apart all over again.

Bucky looked between you and Steve, shock plain as day on his face.

Steve stared at you, watching you closely, looking for any signs of a breakdown.

He didn’t have to wait long.

What he hadn’t been expecting, however, was the anger... or for it to come from Bucky.

“What the hell, Steve?!” Bucky roared as he grabbed Steve’s shoulder and spun him to face him. “What the hell was that?!” he demanded, gesturing between you and Steve with his other hand.

You watched on in numb shock, brain struggling to process what was happening.

Steve grimaced, eyes glued to the ground. “Bucky, I’m sorry. I was going to tell you but-”

“But what, Steve? You didn’t want to tell me you’re with the girl I love? Again?” Bucky spat. Steve looked up, torn, at Bucky’s words, heart twisting guiltily.

There it was. 90 years of Bucky’s pain laid bare for all to see.

You were so distraught you didn’t catch the second question or its implications. You couldn’t, however, stay quiet anymore.

“You fucking left, Bucky. You lied to me about who you were for months! But I could have forgiven that if you told me the truth yourself! But then you really fucked up. We were happy together, and then you left! You left me! All alone!” you yelled. Both Steve and Bucky had frozen in place at your outburst, heads turning to look at you; both wearing matching looks of hurt, shock, and, in Bucky’s case, guilt.

Bucky dropped his hand from Steve’s shoulder, turning to face you, eyes pleading. “Dollface, I’m so, so sorry. I couldn’t risk hurtin’ you. I could have turned at any moment... if I hurt you, I’d never forgive myself. I had to watch you die once and I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I had to again, especially if I was the one-” his words died in his throat and he swallowed thickly, eyes swimming with emotion.

“You can’t hate him for leaving to keep you safe, (Y/N)... you did it to me for years,” Steve said quietly. Your gaze snapped to his and just then you could see all the pain and hurt you’d caused him by staying away all those years before he went back into cryo.

Bucky looked to Steve, shocked, not expecting that defense of his actions; he knew how hard it must have been for Steve to agree to his selfish demands.

You looked at him with wide, sorrowful eyes. “Steve, I-... It was a mistake. I’m sorry. I just.... I couldn’t...” you looked to your feet, wringing your hands together guiltily.

“What is it, Doll?” Steve asked quietly, taking a step towards you. Bucky’s gaze flicked from you to Steve and back again warily.

When a tear fell from your cheek and plummeted to the ground, they both stepped forward, alarmed.

“Doll?” Bucky murmured worriedly. “Sweetheart?” Steve echoed.

“I couldn’t tell you the truth, Stevie,” you whispered, voice tight.

They both froze, hands outstretched, and glanced at each other, neither one comprehending the weight of your words.

You looked up at the both of them, tears streaming freely down your face as you tried to keep yourself from sobbing. “There were two reasons why I didn’t contact you once I knew you were back, Steve. One was to keep you safe, like I told you,” you choked out.

Steve nodded, expression kind but confused. “I know that, Sweetheart, but-”

“I love you,” you said, cutting across the rest of his question as you stepped forward and placed a messy, desperate kiss to his lips.

Bucky’s jaw clenched at the sight, eyes dulling as he looked away. He knew this pain, but oh how it hurt. He’d forgotten the sting. It hurt so much more now that he knew what it felt like to kiss you; hold you; make love to you.

You broke away, eyes locked onto his blue ones. “But I need to tell you the truth,” you murmured, determination in your voice capturing both Steve and Bucky’s attention completely.

Slowly, so slowly, you lifted your hands up in front of you. Ever since you met Steve and Bucky (Grant) in person you were careful to always keep it hidden. For years it caused you nothing but pain and grief. You thought it was just a cruel joke played on you by an uncaring god. But you couldn’t lie anymore. Not to yourself. Not to Steve. Not to Bucky.

The boys looked confused at first but as soon as your fingers ghosted against the ends of the silky ribbon that hid your soul brand, they tensed, apprehensive. You turned your wrist so that the inside was facing them and carefully untied the knot.

The ribbon fluttered to the ground, landing silently at your feet, but all attention was focused on the three letters that were permanently etched into your skin.

There, in neat cursive letters, were the initials “J.B.B.”

Both Steve and Bucky stared at them, reading them over again and again as though they couldn’t believe their eyes.

The three of you stood there, frozen, for what could have been seconds, minutes, hours, or days. You wouldn’t have been able to tell.

It was Bucky who spoke up first.

“But... that’s impossible,” he murmured, not daring to believe his eyes.

“Soulmates don’t change,” Steve agreed, looking from you to the brand and back again in mingled shock and horror.

“But two people having the same soul mate isn’t supposed to be possible, either,” Bucky muttered, looking between you and Steve, a mix of emotions on his features.

“What?” you asked, dumbfounded.

Steve glanced at Bucky, silent conversation taking place that you could only guess at.

Steve explained. “In your last life. We... Bucky and I... we both had your initials for our soul brand,” Steve said, glancing at his friend guiltily as though it was his own fault fate had dealt Bucky a cruel hand.

You looked between them, hand dropping to your side. “You... what?” you asked, completely dumbfounded.

“You were my soulmate, but I wasn’t yours,” Bucky said quietly, eyes downcast as he recalled the painful memories.

There had to be some mistake. Things like that didn’t happen... but the initials on your wrist made you believe it to be true.

But... what had changed? Why were you born with J.B.B. on your wrist and not S.G.R.?

You sunk to your knees and it was a testament to how shaken the boys were that they didn’t try to catch you. “This is so fucked,” you said quietly, shocked beyond tears. Soulmates were supposed to be amazing, timeless, pure. This was horrible and painful.

Bucky mistook your meaning, heart shattering at your words. You didn’t want him; didn’t want his initials on your wrist. And he didn’t blame you. He was a broken, flawed man who didn’t deserve your love. Steve was better for you in every way. He didn’t even have a wrist with initials anymore; they’d been on his left wrist.

“You don’t have to worry about me, Doll,” he said quietly, picking up his bag that he’d dropped when he’d confronted Steve. “Forget about those letters on your wrist. We all know you’re supposed to be with Stevie. Always have, always will,” he said, forcing a smile to his face, though he couldn’t look you in the eyes. Saying the words hurt worse than any wound he’d ever gotten, but your happiness was more important. “I think I’m going to go into hiding on my own for a while-” he turned to leave, but was stopped by a firm grip on his wrist.

You looked up, riddled with anxiety at the thought at him leaving, but Steve had stopped him for you.

“Put the bag down,” Steve said quietly but firmly.

“Please let me go, Steve. I barely deserved to be around you two when I was a whole man, much less now,” Bucky whispered, not able to look Steve in the eyes.

“Just trust me, jerk,” Steve murmured, eyes pleading. “Give me two minutes and if you still feel the same way by the end of them, you can go. I won’t stop you,” he said sadly but determinedly.

Bucky looked at him then, eyes dull, but nodded after seeing the look in his friend’s eyes. Besides, leaving the two of you was hard enough as it was; he couldn’t deny a request like that from Steve.

He set his bag on the floor and you watched with morbid curiosity.

“Take the jacket off,” Steve said resignedly. When Bucky gave him a confused look, he sighed. “Please.”

Bucky complied, albeit while giving Steve suspicious stares, until he was left only in the white tank top from the hospital.

Once it was off Bucky placed it on top of the bag and shrugged, hands up as if to say “what next?”

Steve turned to you, though, extending a hand. “C’mere Doll,” he said quietly.

You were confused, but took his hand anyway. Once you were on your feet, he led you around Bucky until you were at his back. Bucky’s head was turned so that he could see the both of you out of the corner of his eye, but he otherwise remained still.

Steve stopped and looked from Bucky to you expectantly.

You looked from Bucky to Steve, a look of even deeper confusion lining your face. “I don’t...”

Steve sighed, nudging you closer to Bucky, and moved the back of the tank top to the side to reveal more of the skin just beyond the scarring where flesh met metal. Bucky tensed at Steve’s touch, but otherwise remained still

You gave another confused look to Steve and he gave you a pointed look, gesturing towards Bucky’s back with a tilt of his head.

You turned to Bucky, eyes squinting as you studied his back. Steve seemed to think-

Your heart stuttered a beat or two in your chest and you took another step forward until you were right behind Bucky, fingers dancing lightly over his skin. You didn’t see the way he shivered against your touch, shoulders relaxing slightly; you were too busy soaking in the letters just on the edge of the scarred skin.

There, in elegant, loopy writing, were your own initials. Your fingers traced over them fervently and it was enough to get Bucky to turn his head as much as he could to look at you, confusion lining his face.

“What’s-”

“My initials,” you said quietly, awestruck.

“What?” Bucky asked, clearly thinking he’d misheard.

“My initials. My initials are on your back, just at the edge of the scars.”

It wasn’t that surprising you hadn’t seen it before; it nearly blended in with the lines of the scars, small and unsuspecting as it was. Not to mention Bucky normally kept his torso hidden beneath layers of shirts.

Bucky tried to crane his neck to see, but couldn’t.

“How did you know, Steve?” you murmured, staring at the three little letters in awe.

“I saw them today when I was in Wakanda. I didn’t think much of it then... You’ve always been Bucky’s soulmate, but after...” he trailed off, not needing to finish his sentence.

After I revealed Bucky’s initials on my brand, he knew he had to say something.

“I... I want to see it,” Bucky said quietly still practically dislocating his neck trying to see you and his soul brand.

You fished your burner phone out of your pocket and snapped a quick picture, handing the phone to him a half second later. He stared at it for a long time, reaching out to touch it reverently it before he realized it was a touch screen. He zoomed in on it, breathing uneven.

Never in his wildest dreams-

“We’re soulmates,” you said quietly, causing Bucky to turn around and look at you, shock clear on his face.

Steve smiled sadly, taking a step away from the two of you.

“You two have a lot to talk about. I’m going to leave you to-”

“No.” you and Bucky said at the same time.

Steve froze mid-step, gaze snapping to the two of you in confusion.

You looked to Bucky and saw the same emotions and thoughts there that you knew were reflected in your own eyes.

“No?” he asked slowly, confusion and apprehension lining his features.

“I’m not letting what happened to me happen to you, punk,” Bucky said as he crossed his arms, stubbornness exuding from every pore.

“We’re going to have a talk. Together,” you insisted, reaching out to grab Steve’s hand. You tugged him towards you and he let himself be dragged. You engulfed him in a hug once he was in range and it wasn’t a surprise to you when you felt Bucky’s strong arms wrap around the both of you. “Because no matter what happens, you’re my boys and I love you both.”

“We love you too, Dollface,” came their replies, both emotional voices muffled as they buried their faces in your hair.

You smiled into their embrace. Yes, everything would be okay as long as you were together.

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Operation Soulmate | Seven

Pairings: Steve x Reader || Bucky x Reader || Steve x Bucky || Bucky x Nat

Summary: Announcements are made, confrontations take place and you’re in a lot of pain.

Warnings: Language. Descriptions of emotional turmoil, self-neglect and physical pain.

Notes: For @marvelous-fvcks‘ writing challenge, with the prompt: Heart.

I apologise in advance — your hearts will be wrecked after this one. To clarify: this chapter consists of a series of ‘moments’ over the space of a month. I didn’t know how else to write these events. I think this is the most angsty chapter of them all.

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Steve has mostly given up on his efforts to woo Bucky.

“I don’t know what I’m doing wrong, Y/N,” Steve groaned, as he lay on your bedroom floor with his head pillowed in your lap. “I mean—obviously I still want to hang out with him, it’s just…he keeps making up all these excuses,”.

“Like what?” you murmured, gently raking your fingers through his hair.

Steve huffed frustratedly. “Like—normally he just says he wants to be alone, or he’s tired, or…I don’t know, really. It’s like he’s avoiding me, or something,”.

You’d had to bite the inside of your cheek to prevent yourself from blurting out the truth. “I’m sure he’s not avoiding you, Stevie,” you said gently, “Maybe…he’s just having a bad spell, y’know?”

Steve flicked his eyes up to look at you. “D’you think I scared him off?” he asked quietly.

You chewed your lip and averted your gaze. “I don’t know, Steve,” you replied, even though you knew exactly why Bucky had been coming up with excuses to avoid being around Steve. The lie made you feel sick to your stomach, but what could you do about it? You couldn’t say anything to him, because you’d been sworn into secrecy by your best friend, who also happens to be one of the world’s most ruthless spies. You sighed, “Maybe he just wants some space, for a while,”.

It’s now a few days after that exchange.

You’re heading to the kitchen to meet the rest of the gang. Brunch on Sunday is somewhat of a tradition in the compound; every week, everyone that’s present gets together and shares a meal, for some relaxed team-bonding time. It’s a great opportunity to de-stress, really. Today, Sam’s manning a huge pan of eggs by the stove, whilst Steve is in charge of feeding slices of bread into the toaster. Bruce looks like he’s trying not to fall asleep at the table, Tony and Wanda are busy fighting over the last sesame-seed bagel, and Natasha is fixing herself a cup of coffee.

You’re about to open your mouth and ask where Bucky is when you feel a body brush past you, cool metal grazing your hip. Your heart does an elated somersault at that half-second of contact, and you have to bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from smiling like a dopey idiot.

“Mornin’ everyone,” Bucky says quietly, voice still slightly husky. God, does your brain love that sound.

“Hey, Bucky,” Steve says, flashing Bucky a smile over his shoulder. Bucky mostly ignores him though, going straight to Natasha’s side. He slings his flesh arm over her shoulder and presses a brief kiss to her temple. There’s no mistaking the tenderness behind the gesture.

A bewildered silence settles over the room, everyone shocked by the unexpected show of intimacy between the two. All eyes are trained on Bucky and Nat, but if either person is uncomfortable with the scrutiny, they don’t show it. In your peripheral vision, you catch a glimpse of Steve’s face; he looks like he’s desperately trying to maintain his composure, even though his heart has just shattered into a million pieces. His body is tense, hands clenched into tight fists, and his eyes have a bleakness in them, betraying the fact that he is just seconds away from crumbling.

“Um…Robocop? You getting friendly with Romanoff over there?” Tony asks.

“He’s allowed to Stark,” Natasha drawls, turning to face him as she takes a sip of her coffee. “We’re together,”, she says simply, draping her arm around Bucky’s waist for emphasis.

The room erupts into chaos, Sam, Bruce, Tony and Wanda immediately bombarding the pair with an endless barrage of questions. Your focus is on Steve, though, whose expression remains neutral, if a little strained around the edges. He’s fighting to keep a smile on his face, but you can tell that it’s taking all of his effort to do so, because it seems forced and doesn’t reach his eyes.

It’s the face of a man who has lost all hope.

Though a huge part of you wants to cross the room and give him a hug, you know that you can’t do that, because it will only draw attention to Steve’s condition. As various cries of “Congratulations!” fill the air, you feel a twinge of pain in your heart, and you’re not entirely sure whether that’s because your soulmate has just confirmed his relationship with a woman that’s not you, or whether it’s your own body sympathising with Steve.

Secretly though, you’re glad that you didn’t have to be the one to break the news to him — you don’t think you could have brought yourself to do it. Guilt gnaws at your conscience for even having that thought.

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After brunch, you decide to head out to the back gardens to train by yourself, just to take your mind off today’s events. All the intensive sessions you’ve been doing with Wanda in the last few weeks have really paid off, and you are now able to control your powers with more precision than ever before. The two of you have lately been working on a move which she has called the ‘False Target’ (she loves coming up with names for all the manoeuvres you create). It involves her picking up a large object and throwing it in one direction, whilst you manipulate the wind to push the object in the direction you actually want it to go. You can see this tactic coming in handy in a number distraction-creating scenarios.

You spend the rest of your morning refining the amount of force you put into each blast of air. Your arms are outstretched, palms feeling for the spaces within the air as you repeatedly snap your hands forward, throwing scraps of metal left, right and centre.

Once you’re satisfied with your progress for the day, you head into the gym to get in some cardio. As luck would have it, just as you enter the compound’s gymnasium, Natasha is coming out of the showers, hot pink gym bag hoisted over one shoulder, a towel slung around her neck.

“Hey, Y/N,” she says, stopping in front of you, conveniently blocking your path. “Listen, I just wanted to thank you,”.

You frown in confusion. “For…what?” you ask hesitantly, letting the pitch of your voice rise on the second word.

Natasha chuckles. “For keeping your word. I must admit, at some points, I thought you’d caved and told Steve, but I’m glad that you’ve proved me wrong. You’re a great friend, Y/N,”.

A flush spreads over your cheeks, shame twisting in your gut as you remember all the times you’ve forced yourself to lie to Steve in the past couple of weeks to keep your promise to her. “S’nothing,” you mumble, keeping your eyes downcast so that Natasha doesn’t suspect anything to be amiss.

“Thanks for keeping Steve away from—,”

“Oh, but I didn’t—,”

“It’s been really helpful, for Barnes and I,” Nat continues, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. “We’ve been able to spend a lot more time together, and it’s done wonders for our relationship,”.

“That’s—that’s great, Nat,” you say weakly.

“Well, I’m off. Wanda wants to go shopping,” she chirps, waving goodbye before walking out of the gym with a slight spring in her step.

Once alone, you lean heavily against the wall with your hands on your knees. You close your eyes and breathe deeply through your nose to quell the nausea rising in the back of your throat. On the bright side of things, at least the fact that Nat and Bucky are out means that you have one less secret to keep.

“What the fuck, Y/N?”

Startled, you whip your head up and are stunned to find a Steve standing directly in front of you. He is absolutely livid, arms are crossed in front of his chest, jaw set in a scowl and eyes blazing with rage.

“Steve, I—,”

“Don’t bother,” Steve snarls. You cower under the ferocity in his tone, your body physically trembling with dread.

You swallow nervously and force your suddenly too-dry mouth to speak. “Steve, please—,”

“How could you?!” he shouts accusingly, throwing his hands into the air, “You knew that they were together, yet didn’t tell me anything about it,”. The anguish in his tone is apparent, and you want nothing more than to wrap your arms around Steve and comfort him. You have a feeling that that gesture will not be well received.

With tears brimming in your eyes and your voice horribly shaky, you try once more. “Nat made me promise—,”

“Yeah, I heard,” Steve snaps, interrupting you so harshly that your teeth grind together when your jaw slams shut. “I heard everything you two said to each other. You may be a good friend to Nat, but you’re not one to me,” he spits viciously.

“Steve,” you plead, a single tear escaping from your eye and rolling down your cheek. You’ve never seen him this angry before, and in all honesty, you’re terrified of him. A part of you realises that you deserve this, though. What else could you have expected? This morning Steve discovered that his long-time crush is in love with someone else, and now he’s found out that you — the one person he thought he could trust — has been feeding him a basket of lies.

“You led me on!” Steve cries, “You told me that I had a chance with Bucky. You told me we could be together. You lied—,”. His voice cracks at the last word and he sharply turns his face away, not wanting to let you see his tears.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, “I didn’t want to hurt you,”. You try to inject every ounce of sincerity in your body into those few words.

“Save it, Y/N, I don’t want to hear it right now,” Steve growls, pivoting abruptly on his heel and storming out the gym, slamming the door shut behind him.

Distraught, you sink to the floor and hug your knees to your chest, resting your forehead on top of them as sobs wrack through your body. You know that you need to chase after Steve, apologise, make him listen as you explain the situation to him, but he’s hurt — and so are you. Neither of you are in a state to have a conversation with each other right now.

You have to let him go.

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“—Oh, and I found this really nice red dress at H&M,” Wanda says excitedly, as the two of you walk towards the common room to watch a movie together.

“Yeah? Red’s your colour, hun,” you giggle, playfully elbowing her in the ribs.

She snorts. “Practically my whole wardrobe consists of shades of red and black,”.

“There are shades of black?” you ask, voice conveying your amusement.

“Well, maybe not shades, but textures, definitely,”, Wanda replies, throwing her head back and laughing easily.

When you get to the common room, you see that Steve is already there, watching some action flick on the TV. You’re about to open your mouth and say something to him, but Steve’s already paused the movie and gotten off the couch, mumbling something about heading to his room as he brushes past you two. You watch him dash off with a heaviness in your heart, hating how your relationship with him has come to this.

“What’s up with Steve?” Wanda asks, frowning concernedly as she cranes her head around to watch him leave.

“No idea,” you lie.

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“Please Nick, I swear, I’ll take anything you’ve got,” you beg, restlessly pacing back and forth across the small space in front of your window.

Fury sighs heavily, as if frustrated with you, but through the phone you can hear the faint rustle of papers being moved about. “Okay, look, I got a couple of my boys heading out to Serbia tomorrow, for three days. You wanna tag along?”

“Yes, please yes,” you reply, breathing an internal sigh of relief at the prospect of being able to escape the compound — and all the tension within it — for at least three days.

“Great,” he says crisply, “I’ll send the mission files over,”.

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You’re sitting in the common room, focused on reading the mission briefing file that Fury’s just sent you when a gravelly voice breaks your concentration.

“Hey, Y/N, can I ask you a question?”

You look up from your Stark tablet and find that Bucky is standing in front of you, dressed in jeans and a simple white t-shirt, coffee mug in his flesh hand. God, he looks good.

“Sure,” you reply, trying to hide your grimace as a shooting pain spears through your heart. Ever since you discovered that Bucky is your soulmate, you’ve become more aware of your body’s reaction to being around him. What used to be a gentle tug in your sternum has recently become more acute — like a sharp stab, causing you momentary discomfort. As the pain begins to ebb, you sit up straighter and force a smile onto your features.

Bucky sinks into the chair opposite you and chews on his lip for a moment before speaking again. “So…do you know what’s up with Steve?”

Your heart leaps into your throat at the mention of his name, but you school your expression and body language to remain neutral. “What d’you mean, what’s up with Steve?” you ask, deciding that feigning ignorance is probably the best way out.

Bucky shrugs. “He seems…distant, lately. He hasn’t wanted to hang out with me as much and I just figured…maybe something’s up?”

“I wouldn’t know,” you reply coolly, “We haven’t been talking much. I’ve kinda been busy with missions,”.

“Oh, right, of course,” Bucky says, running his metal fingers through his hair. “Yeah, guess I shoulda realised that. Thanks anyway, Y/N,”.

“No problem,” you murmur. As Bucky stands up and walks away, you reach your hand up to finger the Soul Ring through your shirt. You wear it around your neck religiously, though though you’re not entirely sure why. You sigh tiredly, returning your gaze to your Stark tablet to continue preparing for your trip to Rio tonight.

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The persistent beeping of your alarm clock draws you out of your deep slumber. With a sleepy groan, you disentangle your arm from the blankets and turn it off, before heaving yourself out of bed. As you stand up, you feel a piercing pain in the back of your head, and for a moment, your vision is tinged red. You collapse onto your bed and hold your head in your hands, willing the blurriness in your eyesight to go away.

Matters are made worse by the presence of a nauseating feeling in your gut and periodically, a burning sensation blooms across your chest, making your breathing hitch. You massage your temples and force your lungs to take in deep and steady draws of air, hoping that your crippling pains will go away soon.

You assume that this sudden-onset headache is due to a combination of the stress from dealing with a furious Steve, and the exhaustion that comes with taking on too many missions back to back. You’re home for rarely more than 24 hours between trips, and most of that time is spent either sleeping, writing up mission reports, or preparing yourself for the next trip.

You’d told Fury that you wanted to gain more field experience, so he’s been sending you off on two-to-three day excursions with his team, travelling to every corner of the world. It’s not a complete lie —you do need to practice using your powers in the field, as training situations cannot fully convey the diversity of combat situations — but mostly, you’re just using it as an excuse to get away from Steve and Nat.

And Bucky as well, if you’re honest with yourself.

Thankfully, the ache inside your brain has dulled down somewhat, allowing you to get out of bed and head into the shower without so much as an unsteady step. Maybe you just need to take a break, you muse. Have a few days off work to recuperate, get your body up to full strength. Not now, thought. You’ve got a jet to Beijing to catch.

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You’re finding that you have fewer and fewer reasons to come out of your room nowadays. As per your request, FRIDAY ensures that your kitchenette is well-stocked at all times, meaning that you can cook meals without having to go into the shared kitchen. You don’t need to go to the gym, because you’re getting a full workout on missions, anyway. Most of the time you have at home is spent replenishing your energy and doing mission-related paperwork.

This arrangement works fine with you, really. You have no desire to go into the common room or kitchen and socialise, not when getting out of bed everyday is itself a struggle. Some part of your body is always aching; sometimes, that ache is a result of an injury acquired during a mission, but most times, the discomfort arises from the constant throbbing in your head and chest. You really should go to the med bay and have someone check you out, but that would mean having to stay in the compound for an extended period of time, and you’re unwilling to put yourself through that.

Turmoil is ever-present in your mind, and at times, your thoughts become so loud you can hardly breathe. The only time you can find peace within yourself is during missions, when the only thing that matters is the stated objective and the steps you need to take to achieve it. In the field, the incessant chatter in your skull fades out to white noise, allowing your mind to concentrate on the task at hand.

At home, the voices in your head become too loud in the desolate cage of your skull, magnifying the agony inside you tenfold. Your heart feels like a leaden weight in your chest, tightening uncomfortably whenever you let your guard down and thoughts of Bucky steal your focus.

You don’t really hang out with anyone when you’re at the compound, citing fatigue or work as your excuse. You know that Wanda is concerned for you, and even Sam has started to arch an eyebrow, but you’re unwilling to come clean to either of them. Steve is an absolute no-go — you haven’t exchanged more than a couple of words with him ever since that day in the gym — and even Nat is out of limits, simply because being with her reminds you of Bucky, and that’s just too painful a line of thought to go down.

You’ve come to realise that you do love him, at least a little.

You’re starting to notice him more, appreciating the little quirks in his personality. You love how he trudges into the shared kitchen every morning, hair rumpled from sleep and expression soft. On the rare occasion that he laughs, Bucky’s eyes glow brighter than the shiniest diamond, and it’s a sight that eases the pain in your heart. His voice is a beautiful melody to your ears; at times deep and husky, at other times bright, a trace of his old Brooklyn accent coming through. Your heart aches to know more about him, but you can’t bring yourself to spend time with Bucky, as that’ll just make you think of Steve and your failures as a friend.

Though the love you have for Bucky is not exactly a romantic kind of love — you don’t know him well enough for that — you’ve come to accept the fact that you care for him. You want what is best for him, and that in itself is a version of love, no? Through brief conversations with Wanda, Sam, and even on occasion, Tony, you’ve gotten insights into his wellbeing, and whenever someone tells you that Bucky’s doing good, your heart perks up. Love is wanting the best for your significant other, even if you personally can’t give it to them.

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“What’s going on with you?” Wanda asks, voice sharp and suspicious.

“Huh?” you say distractedly, looking up from your tablet. Wanda had come into your room about an hour earlier, claiming that she wanted some company whilst she read her book. The two of you are sat side-by-side on your couch, your head against her shoulder as you carry out some research on a terrorist cell in Kazakhstan.

“Y/N, come on—you think I haven’t noticed you holing yourself in your room all the time?” she demands, “You’re going out on at least two missions every week, that can’t be healthy for you,”.

“I’m fine,” you grumble, sitting up properly so that you can look at her.

“No you’re not. You’re hurting, Y/N. Really badly,” Wanda says, eyes narrowing at you in suspicion.

“I—what?”

She touches her fingers to her temple, to illustrate her point. “I can sense it,” Wanda explains, “You’re grieving. At least, that’s what it feels like,”.

You huff out a breath indignantly and cross your arms over your chest. “Wanda, I’d rather not talk about it,” you say curtly, “I’m fine, I promise. I don’t need you to worry about me, okay?”

“Y/N, please—,”

“Wanda,” you say sharply, narrowing your eyes into a threatening glare, “Please, I don’t wanna talk about it,”.

Wanda clenches her fists, then extends her fingers, repeating the action a few times to calm herself down. “Just—promise me that you’ll take care of yourself? And come to me, if you ever want to talk?” she pleads.

“Yeah,”. You force your lips to curl into a smile, but the look in Wanda’s eyes tells you that she doesn’t buy it, not one bit. “Of course I’ll come talk to you,”.

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“Target is leaving the building!”

You bring your wrist up to your mouth and speak into the comms wristlet as you dash over the roof of the building. “Alpha team in pursuit,” you pant. “Brava team cover the north exit, Charlie the south. Delta secure the building,”. Your earpiece crackles with activity as the various team leaders acknowledge your instruction.

“Copy that,”.

“Copy, Alpha leader,”.

“Copy, securing the building,”.

Satisfied, you pour all your energy into the sprint, using your arms to pump your body forward. You come to the edge of the building and don’t hesitate, leaping confidently off the edge. By holding your hands out in front of you, you’re to manipulate the air so that you can slow and cushion your fall. The new suit that Tony has made for you is working out great; he’s developed a bullet-proof mesh to use on the sleeves and gloves, which greatly increases your ability to ‘read’ the air around you.

Once on the ground, you race after the target, catching sight of him as he darts into a narrow alley. “Brava team, headed towards you,” you say breathlessly.

“Standing by,”.

You give chase, ignoring the slight burn in your lungs. You’re rapidly closing in, just metres behind him. If you can just get nearer, you can—

“Oh!” you gasp, stumbling forward as a searing pain lances through your chest, nearly blinding you with its intensity. It’s as if someone has jammed a scorching hot poker rod through your torso, and is slowly twisting it deeper. You collapse to your knees as your vision swims, the buildings in front of you blurring in and out of focus. It’s a struggle to breathe, your rattling inhales sounding far too strained for your liking. Your pulse roars in your ears, blocking out nearly every other sound.

“Y/N!” someone calls, but their voice is distant, like they’re shouting through water. “Y/N, oh thank god,”.

The person —Whitlow, you realise — kneels in front of you, a concerned look on his face. “Y/N? Are you alright? What happened?”

“M’fine,” you wheeze, impatiently brushing his hand away as you struggle to your feet. Once upright, you sway unsteadily, nearly collapsing a second time. Acting fast, Whitlow puts one arm out to catch you, and places the other at the small of your back for support. “Target?” you croak, “What—,”

“Target has been apprehended and subdued,” Whitlow says brusquely, “Charlie team are going back to help secure the building. Y/N, you need medical—,”

“I’m fine,” you snap, shaking your head to clear the disorienting fogginess from your mind. “C’mon, let’s go talk to this guy,”.

“But—,”

“I said come on, Whitlow,” you growl, stalking ahead of him. Most of your concentration is taken up by you trying not to let him see you wobble with each step. Whatever happened back there was unexpected, but right now, interrogation of the target is your highest priority. Your health can wait until you get home.

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xechowritesx · 7 years

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Tragedy || Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary → The tragedy of falling in love, told in three parts.

Word Count → 2.8K

Warnings → Please, please proceed with caution! Cursing, violence, mentions of blood/torture, and reader death. TBH, it just hurts the whole way through.

A/N → My first Steve fic and of course it’s angsty and painful as shit. I couldn’t find a source for the quote, but it was inspired by this post. Thoughts and feedback are always welcome!

This is a tragedy told in three parts -

she found him,

Steve let out a shaky breath as he carefully removed the boxing tape from his hands whilst silently mumbling to himself. It was an endearing quality; one you had come to notice after several training sessions and briefings with your commanding officer. An affectionate smiled tugged onto your lips at the sight, prompting you to maintain both your distance and silence to watch him intently. His plump bottom lip was caught between his perfect teeth as he clenched his fist, wincing as he brought his knuckles up to his line of sight. He tested the pain, flexing his fingers repeatedly and hissing when his torn skin began to bleed.

“Shall I fetch the first aid kit?” The sound of your inquiry took Steve entirely by surprise, a bewildered expression flying across his features as he turned toward you. “Sorry!” You yelped, eyes widening at the sight of Steve’s confusion.

“You scared the living hell out of me.” The admission sent a crimson heat up your neck and across your cheeks, which you immediately attempted to hide behind your hands.

“I didn’t think anyone would be here this late, I just needed to blow off some steam and I thought some weightlifting would help but then I saw you bleeding and now I’m ranting, God, I really am sorry, Captain Rogers.” You rambled, hands dragging down your cheeks and falling dejectedly at your sides.

“That’s quite fine, Y/N.” Steve accepted with a light chuckle as he plopped down onto a nearby bench. “And please, call me Steve.” You let out a timid laugh, nodding at his instruction.

“So, first aid?” You repeated your initial question, pointing in the direction of the medical supplies stored in the white cabinet at the far corner of the gym.

“Please,” Steve grinned appreciatively in your direction, “and thank you.”

You silently whirled on the balls of your feet and walked determinedly toward the cabinet, reaching it with a few short strides. Propping open the doors, you gathered the necessary supplies to mend Steve’s knuckles - cotton balls, antiseptic, anti-bacterial ointment, and a few small band-aids. Cradling the items between your arms and against your chest, you trudged back toward Steve.

“I think that’s everything...” You mumbled more to yourself than him, taking a seat at his side and placing the items onto your lap. You looked up to meet Steve’s green-blue eyes, gingerly reaching out for his injured hand. He obliged, allowing you to take his hand and inspect the cuts more throughly.

“What did those poor punching bags ever do to you?” Steve chuckled whilst you prepped a cotton ball with antiseptic.

“Couldn’t sleep.” He shrugged with an exasperated sigh. You dabbed at his wounds carefully, eliciting a low grunt from his parted lips.

“I know it stings, but it’ll prevent infection.” You noted, wiping away the remainder of blood from his milky skin. Steve nodded in acknowledgement.

A pleasant stillness fell over the pair of you as you continued tending to his torn knuckles. You silently wondered how mere insomnia could have led Steve to such frustration, destroying several punching bags and his knuckles in the process. His demeanor was always notably cool and collected, leaving no room for ire, frustration, or sloppiness. But seeing him now, eyes darkened with irritation, you realized that perhaps the infamous Captain America was still partially human after all.

“Almost finished.” You announced, tongue jutting out in concentration. You could feel Steve’s gaze narrowed on you as you swiped anti-bacterial ointment over his knuckles before placing small band-aids over each, individual wound. “There ya go.” You finished, smiling sheepishly as you met his gaze.

“Thank you very much, Y/N.” Steve extended his gratitude with a small nod. “Feels better already.”

“Glad to hear it.”

You nervously collected all the items and piled the supplies into your arms, heading toward the medical cabinet. Upon reaching it, you haphazardly organized the items back onto the shelves, ensuring to leave everything just as you’d found it. Once you were fully satisfied with your organization, you headed toward the exit. You paused before stepping out, turning back to get one last glance of Steve. His massive form was still sat quietly on the bench, elbows resting on his thighs. He was crouched slightly forward as storm of emotions contorted his handsome features. You gnawed on the inside of your cheek, rummaging through your thoughts for some comforting words.

“Hey, Cap.” You called out, catching his attention instantly. “Whatever it is, whether it’s actually insomnia or something slightly more complicated, it’s going to be okay.” Steve’s eyes lightened at your reassurance, a familiar grin moving over his lips. “You’re going to be okay.”

With that, you turned on your heel and disappeared back to the dormitories.

she saved him,

It’s forty-five minutes past three in the morning when a disturbance in the foyer of your apartment stirred you from unconsciousness. You half-jumped at the sound, a mess of sheets and blankets tangled around your torso. You blinked rapidly to dissipate the slumber from your eyes, adjusting to the dark surroundings that engulfed you. More movement resounded, slightly louder and far more urgent. You slid out of your disheveled bed and tip-toed silently toward your dresser. Pulling open the top drawer, you felt around for the false bottom and retrieved your loaded, semi-automatic pistol. You took a moment to regulate your breathing before falling into a defensive stance and exiting your bedroom.

As you moved into the adjacent hallway, you outstretched your arms directly in front of you, ready to fire at the slightest indication of danger. You methodically cleared the hallway, expertly moving on the balls of your feet to prevent emitting any sound. You moved tightly against the walls and around the corner, entering the main living area of your apartment just as the front door was swung shut by a massive figure.

“Don’t move!” You demanded in a piercing cry, aiming your gun directly at the intruder’s chest through squinted vision.

The light flickered on shortly after, revealing Steve’s beaten and bruised form before you. He stumbled forward, clad in civil clothing, blood and filth strewn about his white tee shirt and fitted jeans. It was evident from his current state that he had just returned from his latest mission and come straight to you, rather than paying a much-needed visit to the infirmary. Your pistol slipped from your fingertips and landed with a thud onto the hardwood floor as you lunged forward, catching Steve’s staggering form.

“Y/N...” Your name slipped in a disheartening cry from his lips, shooting concern and pain through you.

“Shh, it’s okay, I’m here.” Your reassured, struggling to hold up the entirety of his weight. “Shh, darling, it’s okay.” It was a desperate promise, one that you weren’t entirely sure was accurate.

“Oh, God, doll.” From the cracking, hoarse rumble of his voice, you knew he was crying. “It was him.” His hands quivered over your body before clinging desperately onto you. “It was really him.”

“Steve, it was who? You’re not making any sense.” You attempted as he crouched and formed himself into you, wrapping himself around your center.

“It was Bucky.” Steve stammered against you, his chest expanding and contracting rapidly to accommodate his ragged breathing. You emitted a gasp that fell somewhere between disbelief and shock at the sound of Bucky’s name, knowing full well the history between the pair and his untimely death.

“Bucky’s dead.” Your lips pressed repeated kisses against the top of Steve’s head, attempting to soothe his distress. “What the happened? Where’s Wilson?”

“We saw him, it was him. It was Bucky, he’s the Winter Soldier.”

You racked your brain for a single, coherent thought.

“Stevie, baby, are yo-” You began.

“It was him. And he didn’t recognize me, Y/N. I can’t even imagine what Hydra must have done to him, the pain and the torture he must have endured.”

A beat.

“This is all my fault.” It was broken admission, swirled with a guilty sentiment that sent chills rippling up and down your spine. The desperation in the timbre of Steve’s voice was disarming, pooling tears in your own eyes.

“Steve, don’t.” You warned, pulling back to meet his gaze. Steve shook his head repeatedly, eyes fluttering closed as he swallowed back his sobs.

“I did this to him. He followed me onto that train, this is all my fault.”

His words were almost inaudible, but still managing to rip your heart into a million pieces. Your hands moved to cradle his face as tenderly as you could, thumbs caressing at his dirtied skin. A few tears you couldn’t contain spilled in a steady stream down your cheeks as you connected your gaze with Steve’s, leaning your forehead gently against his.

“You are the bravest, kindest, strongest man I have ever known.” You confessed, your lips brushing against his as you spoke. “What happened with Bucky, back with the Howling Commandos, with Hyrda, none of that is or was your fault.” You continued, pressing a comforting kiss against his chapped lips before pulling him back into your embrace.

“We will figure this out together, with Wilson and Romanoff, like we always do. I promise you.” Steve remained silent at your promise, molding his body further into yours.

Steve spent the remainder of the night curled into your frame, a grief-ravaged, distraught mess of a man. You stayed with him, offering words of reassurance and reminding him incessantly that he was not to blame. You felt entirely inadequate to aid him with this enormous burden, a weight far too heavy for any man to carry. Nonetheless, you persisted and shouldered as much of the weight off his shoulders as you could.

he lost her.

“Y/L/N, I count six hostiles near the South entrance of the warehouse headed your way.” Steve announced over the com, his sentence interrupted only by the sounds of labored breathing and foreceful punches.

With one final hit, Steve’s opponent fell unconscious to the ground where he would undoubtedly remain for quite a bit of time. Steve sighed in relief at the sight, collecting his shield from the ground and readjusting it onto his back. Your continued silence bred concern in the center of Steve’s chest.

“Y/N, do you copy?” He questioned, jogging toward the entrance of the massive warehouse were you were responsible for extracting intel.

“Cap...” Rhodey’s voice came over the com, tone curt and sobering. Steve’s expression immediately distorted at the sound, knowing that tone of voice all too well.

Steve quickened his pace, narrowing his superior gaze on the entrance of the warehouse. A throat-splitting scream erupted from Steve’s lips as he caught sight of your motionless form, his body lunging forward and toward you instinctively. The mere sight of your broken body strewn amongst the rubble was a painful contradiction for anyone to observe; your delicate frame far too small and frail against the destruction and devastation that surrounded you. Your name fell from his lips repeatedly, like a desperate prayer that could resuscitate you if recited correctly.

“Rogers! Rogers! Slow down! Medical is on the way!” Tony’s voice was uncharacteristically distraught over the com, prompting Steve to rip the small device from his ear and toss it aside carelessly. He continued his ruthless path toward you, jumping over obstacles and pushing aside any person that dare step in his trajectory.

Steve reached you in record time, falling onto his knees at your side. His hands moved frantically over your body, trembling as he struggled to see through the hot tears pouring from his eyes. You were too still, there was far too much blood. Steve was gasping for air as he lifted your lifeless body into his arms and cradled you into his chest, rocking back and forth on his knees.

“Damn it, please, please, Y/N.” Steve begged against your hair, which was matted against your skull with a thick mixture of muck and dried blood. “Wake up for me, doll. I can’t lose you.” His chest was heaving now, moving rapidly to oblige his broken, ragged breaths.

The super-soldier reluctantly pulled you away from his chest, taking a few moments to inspect you thoroughly. His tears broke into sobs, shaking the entirety of his massive frame as you remained motionless across his arms. He carefully laid your body before him, moving to straddle you and begin cardiopulmonary resuscitation.

“Rogers.” Tony managed as he swallowed back his own tears, landing a few feet away from the pair of you. He ran to Steve’s side, facial mask whirring open, dark brown eyes wet and widened at the sight before him.

Steve had ignored the plea as he counted rhythmically under his breath, pumping his intertwined hands expertly against your sternum. His brow furrowed in concentration as he recalled his extensive CPR training, continuing the measured chest compressions despite his inconsolable sobs.

“Cap, she’s gone.” Tony croaked, crouching to take a knee at Steve’s side. Tony clapped his hand against Steve’s shoulder, grasping him sympathetically to coax him away from your lifeless form. Instead, Steve violently shook him off, leaning forward to breathe into your mouth whilst pinching your nose. Steve pulled back expectantly, despairingly searching your face for any signs of consciousness.

“Y/N, please.” Steve’s body contorted in anguish, folding neatly in half over your own.

Tony watched as Steve clutched your body, his calloused hands moving hysterically over every curve and dip of your body as if to assure himself it was truly you lying perished between his arms.

And the epilogue is him thinking about her every single day.

After a brief period of grieving and despite the total devastation of your loss, Steve had managed to trudge on like a true soldier. He had personally broken the news to your loved ones, dealt with all of the arrangements for the funeral, and ensured your legacy would never be forgotten. Teammates and colleagues alike had been utterly surprised by his composure, all the while secretly wondering if Steve was actually okay.

From an exterior perspective, Steve was the picturesque super-human he had always been made out to be; all hard lines, courage, and heroism. But the truth of the matter was, Steve was far from okay. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d slept through the night, he had completely abandoned his workout regimen, and his diet was mainly comprised of black coffee and gum. He saw you everywhere - on corners and in restaurants he passed by, in phrases and songs. And worst of all, his apartment.

God, that fucking apartment.

Steve spent the next ten months compulsively cleaning every inch of his apartment. He cleaned and cleaned, convincing himself whole-heartedly he could clean his way into forgetting. But then he began to find all the things he couldn’t when you were still around - your favorite Brooklyn crewneck, countless hairbands and bobby pins, and the Nirvana compilation you’d gifted him last Christmas. The apartment reeks of you, of your laughter, of your memory.

On the year anniversary of your passing, Steve finally mustered the courage to visit you. Steve had lost any sense of composure and shed his facade of acceptance the second he approached your final resting place. His usual neatly combed hair was a mop-top mess, grown out longer than ever and entirely disheveled. His bloodshot gaze was brimmed tears, deep-set by the purplish half-crescents beneath each of his eyes. A week-old scruff accentuated his jaw, whilst his wrinkled clothes produced a gaunt appearance.

“I keep telling myself that this is all just a bad dream.” Steve explained, hands stuffed into the pockets of his khakis, eye narrowed on the slab of marble before him.

“But every day I wake up and you’re still gone.” He paused, producing a small velvet box from his pocket. He twirled the box between his deft fingertips as tears began streaming down his face. He finally popped open the box, revealing a gorgeous princess-cut engagement ring.

“When I came out of the ice, I realized that everyone I knew was long gone. It was terrifying and I wasn’t sure I’d be able to punch my way out of that.” He paused, swallowing back a strangled sob.

“But then you came along, found me when I was at my lowest, and saved me.” Steve stepped forward, placing the engagement ring upon the tombstone.

“But I lost you. And, God, what I wouldn’t do for just a little more time with you.”

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fearofaherobrine · 7 years

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Roleplay Server Log #240

“Death Of A Herobrine, One Pixel”

[CP] After a few days he's traversing the overworld, searching for where his mobs had vanished. He was baffled by what he had found. In the server's system, there was no sign of the mobs having even existed ever, which CP knew was wrong, he had spoken with some of the mobs before. He was so focused on trying to figure out what had happened that he didn't notice the figure which had begun stalking him until an overwhelming sense of dread overtook him. A growl forms deep in CP's throat as he scans his surroundings- I KNOW YOU'RE THERE!

[NOTCH] - Oh do you?- The cruel NOTCH steps out from the shadows, a diamond blade glittering in his hands

[CP] Growls as he summons both of his weapons only to remember the scarf around his sword, he quickly dismisses the sword- What have you done to my mobs?

[NOTCH] - I had need for test subjects

[CP] Readies himself to attack- Test subjects? My mobs are not your guinea pigs!

[NOTCH] - Oh but I believe they are, you pathetic excuse. I suspect your brother is with you, the fact he hasn't alerted me to where you've moved to makes me think that you've finally convinced him to join your side... Perhaps he needs to be removed as well

[CP] - You won't lay a finger on Stevie

[NOTCH] - Watch me

[CP] Charges forwards swinging his pick at the NOTCH which artfully dodges, keeping the sword at the ready-

[NOTCH] - Was that a sheath I saw on your sword? Are you hindering yourself now? It almost appeared to be made from hair!

[CP] - Shut up!

[Notch] Is watching carefully for an opening, knowing he has a better chance of finding one since CP isn't using his sword-

[CP] Swings at the NOTCH's legs and just barely misses, he over stretches himself and the NOTCH strikes quickly, barely scraping CP with the sword, but that's all he needs. A searing pain erupts through CP where the sword hits and begins spreading across his body. He hears NOTCH laugh coldly as the being steps away-

[NOTCH] - That should finally take care of you, now to move onto everything you love. Your mobs were test subjects to finding a new way to remove you. I'll be ever so glad to see you gone

[CP] Falls to the ground, unable to speak due to pain and he watches as his body begins dissolving, pixel by pixel, his code being unraveled and ripped apart before his very eyes. It isn't long before he actually passes out from pain, his last conscious thoughts of his wife and begrudgingly, his family, including Markus-

[Lie] Is moving some things in her workroom and just freezes, her mind feeling as if a whip had snapped and broken in her mind, she lets out a scream which can be heard halfway across the village as she collapses to the ground. She curls up, sobbing loudly and around the outside of the house her black vines erupt and practically smother the house-

[TLOT] Runs to her house

[Steve] Is huffing along a few steps behind him-

[TLOT] Lie! Oh my Gods....LIE!

[Lie] - Can't hear them-

-A few offensive pods move amongst the black vines around her house-

[TLOT] Focuses his mind on getting through to her-

[Lie] Her mind is in confusion and pain, seeking something familiar which had been yanked away-

[TLOT] Grabs Steve as he comes up and tps inside- Lie? Where are you Lie?!

[Hope] Goes rushing past them to look into the workroom-

[Lie] Is just sobbing-

[TLOT] Goes to her and instantly feels the loss -

[Steve] Feels the echo of it through his husband. He doesn't hesitate to run to her and hug her.

[TLOT] Joins his mate- Lie...

[Lie] - I... I can't feel him... It.... It just... Stopped...

[TLOT] Searches hard- But I can still feel him... It's small but present.

[Lie] - It was... Was just so sudden...

[Steve] Wails- Poor Cp!

[TLOT] Moves his hand over her, expecting the feeling to be coming from the redstone heart, but it's a bit higher. He hovers a hand over her breast and feels the little bump of the pendant- It's coming from here?

[Lie] - I... I had Doc give me one of his pixels... After he told me what he might have to do...

[TLOT] Rocks back on his heels. - Ah. Then he isn't lost to us. You just have to be patient. You have everything he needs.

[Lie] - But... My mind feels so empty...

[TLOT] Give him some time. He just needs to regenerate. You trust Doc's work don't you?

[Lie] - Y-yes...

[TLOT] Hugs her warmly - It'll be alright Lie. Just keep that little piece safe, and you'll have him back.

[Lie] - I just... Don't want to be alone right now...

[TLOT] You're never alone Lie.

[Steve] We're all here for you.

[TLOT] Just clear away the vines and I think, judging by what I'm feeling outside, you'll soon be the opposite of alone.

[Lie] - Vines?

[Steve] The whole outside of the house is covered Lie...

[Lie] - Oh...- She concentrates and the vines slip away

-There's an immediate bang as the front door swings open and closed-

[Notch] Skids hard on the floor and almost slams into the wall trying to get to her.

[Doc] Runs in the opposite way with Herabrine close on hir heels-

[Herabrine] Lie.....!

[Lie] Sniffles and rubs her eyes clear-

[Notch] Sits next to her- It's okay Lie...

[Doc] A bit urgently- do you have the piece?!

[Lie] - Yeah, I have the piece

[Doc] Thank goodness.... Fuck his fucking NOTCH bastard...- is quite angry-

[Lie] - He... He knew there was a chance of having to face him... That's why I asked you to get me the pixel...

[TLOT] Thank goodness for that.

[Doc] I would have done it sooner if he'd been willing. Gods know I've hidden a few pieces of myself just in case.

[Lie] - He... He figured his NOTCH was behind the new leaders which were emerging, attacking his generals, and then vanishing...

[Doc] I'm not suprised.

[Herabrine] It's not like another brine would go to that much trouble to fuck over one of their own....

[Lie] Sobs softly- It was so sudden...

[Herabrine] At least he didn't suffer...

[TLOT] I know it hurts, but he's not gone.

[Doc] Yeah, he just needs some time to rebuild. Once he's regrown enough pixels to form a mouth you can feed him stuff to speed it up.

[Hope] Comes closer and mews softly-

[Lie] - How long though? How long before this pixel finally starts growing?

[Doc] It probably already is. It'll sorta pop into a bigger shape when it hits enough stored pixels to make something substantial.

[Notch] What kind of shape?

[Doc] Honestly, I don't know... when I was really small I think I was probably kind of like a... pac-man? Something very simple. Just a few pixels.

[Lie] Her hands come up to cup the locket and she whispers to it- Please... Hurry...

[Hope] Crawls into Lie's lap-

[Herabrine] Well... I'm going to make you some dinner Lie.

[Steve] I'll feed the animals!

[Notch] I'll get you a blanket-

[TLOT] I'll be right back with alcohol and bacon. - tps away-

[Doc] Looks around a bit helplessly for a moment- I'm... not going to leave you alone Lie.

[Lie] - Thank you, help me up to my room?

[Doc] Does so -

[Notch] Meets them halfway and drapes a blanket over her shoulders-

[Lie] - Thanks Notch..., guess I probably scared you with that scream...

[Notch] Very much so. I was retrieving an item that fell under my desk and whacked my head on it bolting upright -

[Lie] - Sorry...

[Notch] It's okay. I can't remember what I was reaching for, but it probably wasn't important.

[TLOT] Reappears with a cloud of bacon-y steam, a tray of cinnamon rolls and several bottles of booze. - Rolls courtesy of Sam.

[Lie] - I'll have to thank him later- They reach her room and she sits on the bed which seems a bit to large for comfort at the moment

[Herabrine] Reappears with a huge plate of chicken, it's cooked simply but falling off the bone. - Hey, what's with the breakfast stuff?

[TLOT] Sam sent it over

[Gk] Clatters into the yard wailing - Cp!?!??! Buddy!?

[Lie] Looks out her window and shakes her head-

[Gk] Bangs his horned head on the window- Argh!

[Doc] Gk! Don't hurt yourself!

[TLOT] It'll be okay! We still have a little piece!

[Gk] Is crying anyway- BAWWWW

-There's a bit of a commotion from down in the workrom-

[Steve] Runs up outside and pats his leg- He'll be back. It's okay!

[Gk] Grabs Steve reflexitively and cries on him-

[Doc] Uh... I'm gonna go check on that- Runs off to see-

[Endrea] Is standing at the base of the stairs blocking Winston form going any farther- The Mistress doesn't need to be bothered right now Winston

[Winston] - Endrea, the Master has vanished into nothing. The Mistress is next in command and should address the mobs, they are panicked and confused right now!

[Doc] Comes up behind her- Winston!

[Winston] - Oh, Doctor.

[Doc] Winston. Lie is really distraught right now. She needs the support of her friends. And Cp isn't gone. He's just in a really diminished state.

[Winston] - Then what are we to do? The mobs have no idea what to do. According to one of Eliza's children the Master was merely scratched by NOTCH's sword before he dissolved into nothing. They are scared about what could happen if that has happened to their Master. They also want to make sure that they don't lose their other leader!

[Doc] NOTCH did kill him, that is true. But he's recursive because of my alterations. We still have a bit of him he left here as insurance against this very thing. He just needs some time to get back on his feet.

As for the mobs? Do you want me to hide them?

[Winston] - Bringing all of them over here would be a hassle, and without the Master's command they would be rather destructive

[Doc] I wasn't proposing that. But I know you guys move around a lot anyway. I could make a fresh seed next door and you can wreck it up until Cp is back on his feet.

[Winston] - No... For now I'll do what I can, but please, as soon as the Mistress is able to, please have her come speak to them

[Doc] I'll let her know. Just try to keep everyone else as hidden and safe as you can in the meantime.

[Winston] - I will do what I can- He turns to leave and slips through a portal

[Endrea] Huffs a little-

[Doc] Easy Endrea, you can't really blame him for being upset.

[Endrea] - No, but I am the one contracted to the Mistress, thus part of my job is to protect her

[Doc] Then be there for her please. She's really upset right now.

[Endrea] - I still have my children to watch though, and I believe her room is crowded enough at the moment

[Doc] I understand. - Turns to go back to her-

[Lie] Has eaten some of the food and has managed to stop crying-

[Doc] sits on the edge of the bed-

[TLOT] Has taken up a meditative pose and is trying to spread some calming energy-

[Lie] Jumps a little as she feels the locket twitch-

[Doc] What is it Lie?

[Lie] Pulls the locket out- It twitched...

[Herabrine] Hey Cp? You gonna come out?

[TLOT] Opens one eye-

-The locket twitches again-

[Doc] You might want to take it off and hold it or set it on the bed....

[Lie] Lifts the locket so the string slips off over her head and holds it gently in her hands as the movements become a bit more frequent-

[Doc] Actually, you should probably open it. Just press the side and it'll pop open like a normal locket-

[Lie] Does so and there's a bit of a popping sound as a spawn egg jumps out- A... A spawn egg?

[Doc] Not a bad shape to rest in while you heal-

[TLOT] Gets up to get a closer look. He runs a hand above the surface. - He is in there....

[Lie] - Thank goodness...- She cradles the egg close to herself

[Gk] sobbing suddenly stops- What the fuck?

[Steve] Let go of me!

[TLOT] Moves his hand in a sweeping gesture. He's mumbling softly soothing words.

-There's a lot of murmuring from outside-

[Doc] Goes to the window. - Umm...

[Lie] - What is it?

[Doc] You should probably see for yourself...

[Lie] Pushes herself up off the bed to look out the window-

-There's a rather large pile of picked flowers on the ground under her window and a great deal of Testificates looking up at her with worried faces-

[Lie] She smiles sadly at them, holding CP's egg a bit closer-

[TLOT] Is letting them know mentally that it will be okay. That Cp was hurt and his wife is upset.

[Testificates] Nodding and offers of help-

[Steve] Comes back upstairs a bit out of breath and damp from being cried on - Whoah... is that?

[Doc] Yes.

[Lie] Returns to the bed and sits down- Yeah

[Notch] Holds up the discarded blanket - Do we need to incubate it?

[Lie] - I don't know,..

[Doc] No. It's just a shell.

[Lie] - Hera... Would you mind staying here for the time being? You can build a pen for Maggie in here

[Doc] You don't want to come stay with me?

[Herabrine] Of course. Whatever you need Lie.

[Lie] - I'd rather stay here, but I will call for you if I need you

[Doc] Understood.

[TLOT] Say my name Lie, and I'll be here in a matter of moments.

[Lie] - I know, thank you

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Oversight

Avengers x Reader One shot

Summary: You’ve finally had enough of the neglect and disrespect after all you’ve done for them

Word Count: 2229

Warnings: Angst, crying, OOC?

A/N: Mmmk so this is the first time I’m posting anything on Tumblr and also the first oneshot I’ve ever produced as well as my first angst story... a lot of firsts. Also sorry if this is crappy, I was just really in the mood to write something and I just kinda spit this out on a whim so I’m sorry if it sucks.

“God damnit!!!” She screams as she pounds on the punching bag taking out an amazing amount of anger on the poor object. She swings and kicks and jabs, the bag starting to swing on the chain holding it to the ceiling. With a last burst of energy she raises her foot and slams it into the bag hard, snapping the chain and sending the bag tumbling off its support to the floor a few feet away from where she was standing. Sweat drips off of her, soaking into her compression shorts and sports bra. Panting hard, she lets out an angry yell and kicks the bag one more time sending it rolling a farther across the floor.

“Wow…” Steve mutters off to the side, amazed on the amount of strength she had presented to him. At the sound of Steve’s mumbles she whips her head around to glare in his direction.

“What are you doing here Steven?” (Y/N) speaks quietly but the rage was pouring off her in tidal waves. His full name came rolling off her tongue with such malice, definitely something he wasn’t expecting, sending a shiver down the mighty captain’s spine.

“I c-came to see if you were okay.” Stevie curses himself for stuttering as he stares into her eyes as her glare darkens.

“Oh? So now you care? So all of you suddenly care that I won’t deal with your guy’s bullsh*it any longer?” She whispers, stalking towards him. Steve goes to take a step back to distance himself from the danger but falters when his back hits the wall, after all he was leaning against it not long beforehand. As she approaches him his face pales and he doesn’t know what to do, once she was close enough she sends a punch flying in his direction. He flinches away and closes his eyes but feels nothing but definitely hears impact. His eyes snap back open, a shocked expression gracing his features as he glances over at the gargantuan hole that has formed next to his head in the solid wall, her bloody fist settled in the center of it. (Y/N)’s eyes glaze over and the snarl marring her lips dies and forms a straight line. Her emotionless demeanor is truly terrifying, even more so than when she was angry.

“Back off Steven. I don’t want to see any of your faces right now let alone speak to any of you. I’m leaving, and don’t expect me back for a while. I don’t want any of you trying to find me, calling me or trying to contact me in anyway, got it?” She breaths out looking at him with dead eyes. He slowly nods still trying to slow his heart rate after the previous events, not really hearing what she said. Once again she snarls and takes a step away from him.

“Goodbye Steven.” She says one last time before striding out the door of the training room and slamming it closed making the door rattle and nearly fall off its hinges. Steve let’s out a shaky breath before pushing himself off the wall to follow after her. As he leaves he catches a sight of her profile in the elevator, angry tears rolling down her cheeks, mixing with the sweat that was there previously. His heart clenches with guilt and regret before tracing her steps to the elevator planning on following her to try to apologize.

Waiting for the elevator to return he asks F.R.I.D.A.Y., “F.R.I.D.A.Y., is (Y/N) heading to her floor?”

“Yes, Mr. Rogers, she is. But she has blocked all access to her floor, I’m sorry sir.” The slightly robotic voice answers. At this new information, Steve’s knees nearly buckle under him.

“No…” Steve whispers before practically slamming the elevator button trying to open it faster. The door doesn’t open for a few more seconds, wasting valuable time needed to get to the others or more specifically Tony so he could lock down the building, preventing (Y/N) from leaving. Finally the door opens and he dashes in, slamming the buttons again. While in the small enclosed room Steve’s mind keeps flashing back to the images of (Y/N)’s hurt, angry, and stoic facial expressions. The guilt grows in the blond’s heart as he realizes what a complete a**hole he had been to the stunning, kind girl. It hadn’t been only him though, it had been the whole Avenger’s team that had neglected her the past few months.

After the war that had happened between them, everyone’s lives on the compound drastically changed. Everyone became less focused on the team as a whole and became more secluded and distant. Hatred was shared between everyone, hating each other for all of their conflicting views.The team quickly grew apart but she, (Y/N), disregarded everyone’s hatred and selfishness and snapped everyone out of their hostile mind sets. She had always been there to bring them back together again, always listening to everyone’s worries and concerns. Being a shoulder to cry on, waking a team member from a brutal nightmare, doing everyone’s chores, always trying to keep us as a family instead of us branching out by ourselves without any support from the others. Slowly but surely the hatred dissipated between them and the Avengers grew close once again, except for (Y/N).

She was left behind, left doing the chores. She still talked to everyone, the people she previously comforted but only when they thought it was convenient. No one tried to involve her back into the group, too ashamed of the things that she helped them through. So no one noticed when her health started failing or when she started to wake up screaming from her own nightmares or sobbed into her pillows due to how lonely she had actually become. And even through all this (Y/N) kept up her wall of fake happiness, still acting as practically everyone’s slave. And then finally today, she snapped.

The team was talking in the common room laughing and having a good time when she walked in. At first her entrance wasn’t noticed due to her now much lighter frame (caused by her unnoticed sickness) and her bare feet barely making any noise on the cold floor, but as soon as she was noticed the voices died down to eventually nothing. When (Y/N) noticed how silent the team had become, she looked up from the laundry basket in her arms towards the couches where they were all seated. She had looked into Tony’s eyes and flashed a nearly dead smile, still trying to desperately preserve her mask but when Tony directed his gaze down to the floor, away from hers, her smile vanished. (Y/N)’s distraught eyes flew around the room looking for something, anything that would keep her from breaking. When no one met her gaze, her facade crumbled and all the contempt, rage and sadness came flooding out of her in screams and sobs of animosity. It had caught every member of the team off guard, the happy, kind, and genuine woman was gone and in her place was a broken and lonely girl. But by the time any of them realized what she had become it was way too late.

When Nat stood up to try to calm the enraged girl down, she practically screeched at her to “Keep the f*ck away from me!” quickly stopping even the Black Widow in her tracks. At that point (Y/N) was seething, actually that doesn’t even begin to cover the bitterness she felt. With a muttered “Stay away from me,” she walked out of the common room to the elevator to go to her room, quickly getting changed into your training gear to head to the training room which led Steve and her to now. The moment where the elevator couldn’t move any slower.

When the elevator door opened, Steve sprinted out like a bat out of hell toward the common room, hoping to find the team still there. As he rounds the corner of the hall, he sees the team all still sitting on the couches, all contemplating how they could of done such a thing to their friend, their teammate, their family. A guilty silence had settled over the room when (Y/N) had left and it hadn’t been interrupted even when Steve had left to go find her but when he came back, he shattered it.

“Stark!!! Lock the building down now! Don’t let anyone leave!” Steve yells. The others jump at the disturbance but Stark quickly answers although hesitantly.

“Cap… why? What’s going o-”“There’s no time Tony! (Y/N) plans on leaving and not coming back! Now move!” That one sentence seems to kick start everyone as the all launch themselves off the couches to help.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y.! Turn off all the elevators and lock all the doors to the outside, we are on lock down till we get (Y/N) to stay, forcefully or not!” “Okay sir.” With that, alarms start going off throughout the Avenger’s Tower, screeching something about a lock down. The team can hear the elevators shutting down and here the panic which is quickly calmed down after Tony calls reception to tell them what is happening. And then the alarms turn off, leaving the whole building in a strange silence. A few minutes pass before the team visibly relaxes and they all decide to try and go see (Y/N) and try to get her to stay, at that point they would all have been willing to beg at her feet to keep her there. Steve relaxes slightly as well but he still can’t help but feel slightly off, like something bad is still going to happen. As all the team walks to the stair well (since the elevators are off), the alarms start blaring again all of a sudden, only this time about the lock down still being in place. The team collectively tenses again but only Tony truly knows what’s happening.

“NO!” He screams quickly calling for all security to look for (Y/N) but stops suddenly eyes filling with unshed tears as he listens to the other side of the line. When the team hears his command their eyes widen.

Steve practically explodes,” Tony! What is happening?!” Tony hangs up his call before slowly sinking to his knees, putting his head in his hands.

“There was a breakout of the building. The garage door was smashed down by a car more specifically, my car so (Y/N) could escape with hers.” He answers quietly, tears trailing down his cheeks. And with that one statement the whole team breaks down, Nat let’s out an extremely uncharacteristic sob and she clutches at her heart while sinking to the floor with Tony. Bruce just stands there in shock, eyes filled with unshed tears and Clint let’s out a heartbroken cry before punching the wall repeatedly before simply leaning up against it, starting to cry as well for his lost friend. Steve stands there, watching his team crumble under the loss of (Y/N), the underestimated, neglected, broken girl that saved them and ruined them. The regret and pain was suffocating him and he had to get away, had to go make sure (Y/N) wasn’t still in her room and just playing a terrible prank on them for hurting her. Steve slowly walks down the stairs towards (Y/N)’s floor in a haze. Not completely believing what was happening when he arrived at her room, the door is hanging open practically taunting him. He gently pushes open the door and the sight knocks the air out of his lungs and he collapses.

The room is practically spotless, closet cleared, dressers empty, bed made. There is no trace that she had ever been there. There’s no way she packed all of her things up that quickly, there was no way! He looks around the room for anything that might make this blow feel less like a bullet to the heart. And then he spots it, a small folded piece of paper sitting on the dresser. He drags himself off the floor not knowing how he was able to stay standing, and slowly steps toward the note. When he reaches it he doesn’t want to open it, it would only make her leaving that much more real. He gently lifts the note from its perch before opening it. The sight inside shatters him, it’s a picture of the team all smiling and having fun during a movie night except the right side is ripped off, the part where (Y/N) was sitting in the photo. Under the picture is a letter stating that she was planning on getting kicked out soon enough (the reason she was so quickly packed up) but this happened sooner, which once again breaks his heart knowing that they made her feel alienated enough that she thought she would be kicked out. She also states that she won’t be back till she is healed enough to deal with them again which has a chance of never happening. But the last two lines spark a small fragment of hope in Steve.

“Please do not beat yourselves up to much for this, what you did was wrong, yes, but you need to learn and grow from it, not wallow in your guilt. Even with how you all treated me, I still love you guys and will miss all of you, I will try to come back as soon as possible.

Love,

(Y/N)”

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