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Get up, try again, walk it off
Steve Rogers x reader
Summary: Steve was tired of it all and wants to give up but someone convinces him not to
Words: 1.8k
Warnings: mentions of injuries, mentions of a hospital, dark thoughts, thoughts of death/ wanting to die
A/N: I wrote this when I was absolutely devastated after yet another rejection. I fixed the ending to be happier when I was in a better mood. I would have let this rot in my drafts if it wasn't for @anika-ann telling me that it's beautiful I could channel my emotions and create something and that she wants to read it. So thanks love 💙
You fall, you push yourself up. You fail, you try again. You get hurt, you walk it off.
Wisdoms Steve lived by his whole life. But what if... What if he reached a point where he doesn't have the strength to push himself up? What if he doesn't have the strength to try again? What if he doesn't want to walk it off? What if he just gave up? If he just let the exhaustion win and succumb to it?
Fight after fight, loss after loss, punch after punch. Steve was tired. So tired. He did so much good, saved so many lives. Why did he never get kindness back? Why did people spit on him for saving the city? Why did he only become a facade, a symbol and nothing else? Why did his feelings not matter?
His eyes open and he almost lets out a sigh that they do. Couldn't they stay closed? Couldn't his body just... no. That's not how his genetically engineered body works. It doesn't give up. He manages a smile at Bucky who's already berating him for risking his life and squeezes Natasha's hand that holds his. This is the most kindness he gets, his little disfunctional family. Still his heart longed for more... For a person to love him, to love Steve Rogers the man behind the shield, a person he can love back. For stolen moments, sweet smiles, comforting hugs, sweet kisses, a neverending love. But when you work as a superhero you don't get these things. You don't get a person who loves you. So his little disfunctional family is all he has, all he'll ever get. With that realisation he closes his eyes again and enjoys his friends as the yearning in his heart grows stronger once more. Maybe one day his heart will align with his brain and understand that he'll never have that kind of love. Maybe one day his body will align with his brain so it understands giving up and being tired is not an option for Captain America. Maybe one day he'll just function.
It's worst when he's alone. The silence louder than ever and his heart squeezing painfully at the loneliness. Oh how he wished he had a special someone who'd curl up next to him in the hospital bed, someone who'd text him good night, someone who'd search his eyes and frown at what they find, someone who'd try to make it better.
Sometimes he tries to distract himself, imagine he had this person. Daydreams in the kitchen of arms wrapping around his waist, of someone dancing with him while the food cooks on the stove. Reading a story and imagining himself as the love interest in the romance book he hides within the history one. Drawing himself with a blank insert of a partner, fantasising about the latest date they went on. Dreaming about someone, only to wake up and realise the hand that cradled his face was his own.
Every time he comes back to reality his heart pangs with the pain of loneliness. Steve doesn't understand why his brain and heart wouldn't just get used to it. He doesn't understand why he could feel so alone when he's surrounded by people. It's been this way for years and it never changed. Not even when he attempted to find someone. Sharon didn't work out, dates went awful and he didn't stumble upon the love of his life like in those romcoms Nat and Wanda liked to watch. His eyes find the ceiling of the med bay again and he lets out a sigh. Couldn't they stay closed for once?
"Ah Captain Rogers you're still awake" his eyes fall on an older gentleman, probably what he'd look like if he wouldn't have been frozen all those years. "I'm sorry if I woke you up I just need to check some of your vitals." He explains further and walks up to the machine Steve is connected to. Steve's eyes flit over his nametag. "No problem Mr Stan" he says with the best smile he can muster. The older man chuckles and pads Steve's shoulder lightly. "Stan is my first name. I prefer using it over my last name. Now... You probably have an interesting story to tell about how you ended up here huh? Not every day we get in Captain America on the brink of death." The older man smiles at him before he takes notes on the starkpad. Once he's done he places it on the small nightstand next to Steve's bed and pulls up a chair. "It almost seems like you've been getting more reckless over the years. You used to come in with a scrape or broken rip, we're out in a heartbeat."
Steve doesn't know what inclines him to open up to this man he hasn't met before but he lets out a sigh and rubs his face. "Brink of death? I guess I just tried to save as many people as possible. Didn't get out of the building on time before it collapsed..." The older man lifts an eyebrow and gives Steve a look as if he doesn't buy his shit. It rivals his mom's. He doesn't have to say anything to get Steve to open up. "Maybe... Maybe I don't want to do this anymore..." He whispers and the older man's face melts to a look of sympathy.
"Even superheros can change their jobs or retire" he offers oh so sweetly, causing Steve to let out a bitter laugh. "It's... Not just the job... It's everything... But especially the loneliness... How... Why do I feel lonely even if I'm constantly surrounded by people?" His eyes fill with tears that he quickly blinks away. "Oh my boy... You long for a special someone, for love? It'll find you. And before you scoff again and tell me it won't... It will. Everyone's deserving of love. And everyone will get the love they give. And you have given so much love. You'll get all of it and more back." Steve doesn't know why but he believes him. The hope in his chest blooming once again after he tried to suffocate it for years.
"But when?" His voice breaks. "It's not fair that I have to wait for it... I... I lost so much, I gave so much. Why do I not have that special someone yet?" It's the first time in years Steve has shown any form of weakness to another person. "Life isn't fair my boy... But we need to make the best out of it. Now I assume you've tried to find someone" at Steve's nod the older man hums. "Maybe you've just looked in the wrong places. Maybe you need someone like yourself that's yearning for love?" He offers and Steve thinks about it for a moment before he nods. They could help each other, love each other, heal each other. "But where would I find someone like that?" He whispers. Stan gives him a smile. "That, my boy, only you can find out. But you'll know when you meet them." He gets up and pads Steve's shoulder before he grabs the starkpad and walks to the door. "Who knows, maybe they're closer than you think" he throws over his shoulder and gives Steve a kind smile before he leaves the room. Steve looks after him and mulls over his words. Another sigh and he closes his eyes, trying to figure out a close place where someone like him could be for him to find.
A timid knock on the door pulls him out of his sleep. When did he fall asleep? He opens his eyes and is confused to see light streaming through the window. "Captain Rogers?" The melodic voice pulls his view from the window to the door, to you. His breath catches as he takes you in. You're the most beautiful person he's ever seen.
"I'm sorry to wake you but I have to take your vitals and then Dr. Cho and Dr. Banner want to have a look at you." You explain and walk over to the machine. "And after that you'll get breakfast. Your friends are already waiting in the hallway with it." You explain and put some data in the starkpad.
"Stan already took my vitals... Only 3 hours ago." Steve explains and sits up a bit to make sure he read the time right. You stop in your tracks and look at him confused. "Stan?" Steve's alarm bells ring. Oh no. Did someone sneak in? Did he tell an enemy his deepest darkest secrets? "Stan only works mornings... He hasn't started yet today" you tell him with that soft tone of yours. "Maybe you dreamt it? I don't have any data entry from 3 hours ago" you offer him the starkpad to look at his file only to confirm it. "Oh..." Steve let's out and looks at you. "I... I guess I dreamt it..." He doesn't know why he's so embarrassed by it.
"Many patients with head injuries dream weird things. It's completely normal." You explain with a smile. He takes you in once more. It's the same smile he gives. Seemingly happy but the longer you look at the eyes, the more you notice the sadness behind them. Maybe it was a dream... Maybe it wasn't. Maybe you're the one closer than he thinks yearning for love just like he does.
"How long have you been working here?" Steve asks and could throw himself out of the window for it. Maybe he should take Bucky up on the offer to learn how to flirt. "A few months now... And you?" You visibly cringe at your answer which he finds adorable. "Sorry that was stupid... You've been here since the beginning I... I'm just bad at smalltalk." Steve chuckles a little and gives you a sweet smile. "It's fine... I'm not great at it either... I uh... I'm Steve" he offers you his hand and you gently take it and introduce yourself. Steve's heart skips a beat and he's sure you'd notice it on the machine he's hooked up to but you're too busy giving him the sweetest smile there is. This time with more happiness in your eyes and Steve swears in this moment that he'll do anything to see your eyes full of happiness.
After the next mission that lands him in the med bay he isn't alone in his bed. You're curled up next to him, playfully glaring and telling him how stupid he is. He has a smile on his lips the entire time and agrees with you which makes you smile. The prettiest smile he knows and your eyes are full of happiness.
Steve thinks your eyes can't get happier, until the next time you two find yourselves in a hospital bed. This time Steve is curled up on his side, his arm carefully draped over your stomach and his eyes never leaving you and your little bundle of joy. He never imagined his heart could be so full of love, his body vibrating with happiness and here he was. Just a couple years after he wanted to give up, after he basically begged his eyes to stay close. If his body would have listened he would have missed out on his beautiful life with you and now your little one.
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— where we are—
Warnings: strong language, violence, blood, child injuries, mentions of child abuse, angst, fluff
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Summary: Steve found the good in you
Word Count: 3138
A/N: I’m pretty happy with how this turned out. Hope you guys enjoy just as much!
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“Y/S!” Steve’s voice boomed through the halls of the Hydra base. He started running down the halls, following as he caught glimpses of your shadow or hair.
The Hydra base was supposed to be empty, but Steve was sure he saw you here. The mere glance of your hair made his skin erupt in goosebumps, remembering the times you had successfully taken down all the Avengers—even when Sam, Peter, Bucky, and Scott had joined. The way you had escaped and everything was blamed on the Avengers had his blood boiling. You didn’t know that the media would blame them of course. But you were about to find out what happened when you messed with him and his new-founded family.
Turning the corner, he saw the door close behind you. He rushed towards it, opening it with full force to catch you. He stopped when he saw the room. It was full with children, ranging from various races, ages, and gender. His eyes trailed over the terrified faces of them to stop at yours. You were kneeling over a child, knife in hand, hovering just over the child’s throat. Steve's immediate response was to stalk over to you and pull you up, making sure the knife was a safe distance away from the kid.
“What the fu—hell, Y/S?” He hissed, holding elbow tighter as you resisted, eyes still on the child.
“Let me go,” you demanded, not looking at him.
“Give me one good reason,” Steve said, tugging your elbow harshly, making you glare daggers at him.
“He’s not able to breathe,” you deadpanned, looking back at the child and ripping your arm out from his grasp. You kneeled back down, the knife back on the kid’s throat, getting ready to cut in. He took a sharp inhale when he noticed you were right.
“Are you sure you know how to do this?”
“I need you to shut up if you want this to go right,” you quipped, sparing a small glance at him. You got your knife in the right place, cut a small line, blood poured out immediately, and pulled out a straw from your belt—you were lucky that you had some extra straws from your favourite cafe. You inserted the straw into the cut you had made, blowing into it. The boy coughed out blood, his head turning to the side. The blood splattered across the floor, a weak ‘thank you’ escaping his lips.
“It’s okay,” you whispered softly. “You’re alright.” You pressed a towel you had found onto the cut, soaking up the blood. He needed stitches. “Is your team here, Rogers?” You asked, looking at him with a blank expression.
“Uh, yeah. Yeah,” he stammered, gulping as he looked around.
“Got room for fifty-ish kids?”
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“She’s the last one,” you said, booping the one-year-old nose, smiling when she giggled. Steve almost forgot that you were the most wanted criminal, watching you with the younger children. He snapped out of the daze, putting his hands out for the toddler. The girl had clung onto you immediately, your eyes widening by a fraction, but a smile appeared on your face anyway. When you started to try to pry her away from you, she started to whine and cry, clinging onto you even tighter.
“She’s not—” you started before Steve grabbed the toddler, sending her into hysterics. Steve’s eyes grew wide as she grabbed the attention of his teammates.
Everyone had come to a civil act with you when they had found out that you had nothing to do with anything illegal. Anything you had done was an outcome of your parents’ death—almost all the Avengers could relate to you on those terms—trying to finish and eliminate threats before they could grow and destroy more families. The first person to accept you was Natasha. Tony had followed quite quickly, calling you ‘basically an Avenger’ and then bringing you in for a hug. Sam had given you a side hug while everyone else nodded and smiled.
You quickly put your arms out for Steve to give her back to you and he did so quickly. “Hey, angel,” you cooed, rubbing her back as her cries died down a bit. “It’s okay. I’ve got you, angel.” Steve lost his train of thought and watched you try to put the toddler to sleep.
———
When the Quinjet had landed on the Compound, Angel—as you and Natasha had started to call her—was giggling and laughing as you and Sam made faces at her. The Avengers and you started to help the kids pile into the Compound.
“Steven!” You called out, catching Steve’s attention. He looked at you confused before he noticed the young boy running towards you. He had walked towards the lawn, looking down—lost in thought, no doubt. Steven had wrapped his arms around your legs, clinging onto you as if you were his mother. “Don’t worry about it,” you said when he mumbled something against your legs. “Your parents are gonna—”
“No!” Steven had taken a step back from you, shouting his answer. You immediately crouched down, still holding Angel carefully in your arms.
“Okay! Okay! Okay,” you said, holding onto his arm and pulling him in for a hug. Steven accepted it immediately, making sure not to hit Angel as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders. Your eyes flitted to Steve’s, catching him in a stare. Your eyes flickered around the kids before looking at Steve again. Steve held his breath, nodding curtly as he got your message. He and the rest of the team—you trailed behind—led the kids to the bigger lounge, where they had enough seats for the kids to rest comfortably.
“Who’s hungry?” Tony asked, opening up the snack pantry. The kids straightened up, a few saying ‘me’ while the younger ones watched the older ones, mimicking their actions as toddlers do. Tony and Clint took out snacks, tossing them around while kids caught them. Then Bucky and Steve grabbed boxes of snacks, placing them in the middle of the room, telling the kids that they can grab them whenever they want.
Angel had started to get hungry, getting a little fussy and squirming in your grasp. “Stark, do you have any baby food?” You asked, turning to face the older man.
He nodded and pointed to the high cabinet, over the snack pantry. “There.”
“Thanks,” you said, nodding once. You walked to it, going on your tippy-toes to reach the handle. You got it to open, but the snacks were higher than you could reach.
“Here,” Steve’s voice came from behind you, “let me.” His hand came to your hip, moving you slightly so that he could reach over to grab the few boxes there. He pulled them down, setting them on the counter as you placed Angel beside it. He started pulling out a few things before you grabbed the banana cookies and opened them for Angel. Angel immediately grabbed on to one, nibbling on it and babbling at you.
“Are sure she won’t—”
“Listen, Rogers,” you said, crossing your arms as you looked at him, “don’t underestimate me. I could be holding her in a dress while fighting all of you in heels and still win. So don’t tell me what I can or can’t do and definitely don’t try teaching me shit.” Steve held up his hands and took half a step back, a bit scared. Just a bit.
“I have a feeling we’re gonna be besties if you keep scaring Steve like that,” Natasha quipped from the sidelines, earning a smirk from you and a glare from Steve.
“I’m not scared of you two, I just respect you. There’s a difference,” Steve tried to defend, but he would be truly scared to death if you and Natasha became friends.
“Sure, Rogers. Whatever you say.”
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“What about Angel and Steven?” You asked, holding the sleeping girl in your arms. Tony shrugged and gestured to the screen.
“No missing reports,” he mumbled out, looking exhausted.
He had been up all night—it was four in the morning already—looking for the children’s families. He had found all of them, minus Angel and Steven, contacted them and told them where to come to pick their kids up. Steven’s parents hadn’t bothered putting up a missing report, but Tony had found them anyway. Turns out they used to beat him after drinking and you both had decided to deal with them later. Almost all parents wanted to come right away, but you and Tony had told them that the kids were getting checked and that they should come tomorrow anytime after nine. Some parents were begging to see them right away, but it hadn’t taken long for you to convince them otherwise.
“What do we do?” Steve asked, holding Steven as he slept on, oblivious to the chatter around him. You hummed, rubbing Angel’s back as she fussed a bit in her sleep. Your heart broke each time a child screamed from a nightmare, wanting to go yourself to calm them down, but Sam and Bucky had taken up that duty.
“Orphanage seems like the obvious choice,” Tony answered, trying to rub out the sleep from his eyes. It didn’t work so you finally walked over and placed your hand on his shoulder.
“Go get some sleep, Tony,” you whispered, watching his eyes dart to yours, a teasing smile in them. “What?”
“Told you you’d call me Tony by the end of the day,” he mumbled, not waiting for your snarky quip. He stumbled to his feet before walking out the room with a small pat on Steve’s shoulder. Steve watched him do that in amusement, raising an eyebrow at the affectionate touch, and eyed Tony’s retreating back before turning his gaze on you.
“We should get these two to a bed,” you said into the silence, gazing at Steve in a tired way that made his heart jump. He nodded and swallowed down the feeling in his chest.
“There’s only one room left,” he told you as the two of you started to walk out the room, Steve leading the way to the room. “It’s mine.” He stopped at the door as he said that, opening the door and presenting his room to you. You stopped at the door, taking in the simplicity of the decorations. It was a bit messy, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Steve turned around after tucking Steven into his bed, gesturing for you to come in.
“Where are you going to sleep?” You asked softly, walkin in and standing on the other side of the bed. You sat down on it, adjusting the pillows so that Angel could lay in the middle of two pillows.
“The couch in the lounge,” Steve answered without missing a beat. “Are you going home?”
“My apartment was infiltrated by Hydra,” you said, keeping your eyes down on Angel as you spoke, “when one of them caught me sniffing around to find these kids.”
“So where do you—”
“A motel,” you interrupted, eyes finding him then. You shrugged and teased, “It’s why none of you can find me.” Steve smiled at that and let out an airy chuckle.
“Smart,” he quipped, earning a soft laugh from you. You shook your head and looked between the two kids. The smile fell from your face and Steve found himself wishing that he could bring it back.
Before he could say anything, you said, “I can’t believe that someone would hurt these children. They’re so young and innocent and yet…” Steve saw the sparkle of water on your face and panicked just a bit. You quickly wiped the tear away with the back of your hand, laughing bitterly. “Sorry. I just—I dumped so much on you. I’m so sorry.”
“Hey,” Steve said softly, getting up and walking around the bed to crouch down in front of you. “It’s okay. They’re all okay, thanks to you.” You opened your mouth to protest, but Steve shook his head and grabbed your hands. “No, it was you. I know it was. You sent that location and then let me follow you to the kids.”
“Nothing slips past you, does it?” You giggled, glancing between his eyes, the lighting reflecting in them unevenly. “Quiet, not naive.”
“That’s one way to put it.” Steve looked at Angel, eyebrows furrowing in thought. “You should stay at the Compound. Angel and Steven trust you more than any of us.” The statement made your heart skip a beat, knowing he was right—Steven and Angel had attached themselves to you rather quickly.
“I—”
“If Angel wakes up crying, we won’t know what to do,” Steve urged with a nervous chuckle. “Plus, the team has nothing against you anymore.”
“Fine,” you sighed, nodding slightly. “But I don’t have a place to sleep, so I guess that means—”
“Take the couch,” Steve said nonchalantly.
“And you?”
“I’ll find a place.”
“Nope,” you said, shaking your head. “You take the couch and I’ll take an armchair.”
“What?” Steve got up and gave you an incredulous look, realising that his voice had risen slightly when Steven moved in his sleep with a murmur. “No, I can’t let you do that.”
“You have to,” you retorted, getting up and walking out the room before Steve could protest further. He followed you in a few seconds, getting over his initial shock of your stubbornness. He closed the door behind him, glancing at the two kids, and made his way to the lounge where you had taken a seat on an armchair.
He hadn’t noticed that Natasha gave you his t-shirt to wear with a pair of leggings. The t-shirt was a few sizes too big on you and yet, there was something about the sight that made his head spin. He watched you pull your hair out of your face, tying it up in a messy bun, a few strands framing your face. He sucked in a breath as you pulled a blanket over your legs—he suspected it was from Bucky. When you looked up at him with drooping eyes and a lazy smile, his heart skipped a beat.
“Told you you have to take the couch,” you slurred, exhaustion taking over your voice and actions. You gestured to the couch with a quick flick of your wrist. “I won’t take no for an answer, you know?”
“I noticed,” he mumbled, yawning which caused you to yawn too. He chuckled and took a seat on the couch, adjusting a pillow and throwing the blanket over his legs as well. You laid against the armrest, bringing your knees to your chest in an attempt to find a comfortable position.
“As tired as I am,” you muttered, breaking the silence that had fallen upon you two, “I can’t go to sleep.”
“What do you mean?” Steve’s eyebrows furrowed and head tilted to the side.
“I see their scared faces,” you whispered, not audible to an average human, but Steve heard it. Your eyes flitted over to the first door—Steve’s room door—with tears now staining your eyes. When your eyes landed on him, he let go a breath he didn’t know he was holding.
“C’mere,” he said softly, testing the waters by holding out a hand for you. You eyed him for a moment before giving into the command. You untangled yourself from the blanket, happy to stretch out your legs. You walked to stand in front of him, your hand hovering over his for a second. You gazed into his blue eyes before letting your hand drop and grasp his.
Suddenly he tugged towards him, making you fall into his lap and catching you off guard. Your free hand landed on his chest, the other one trying to break free from his hold. When your head whipped up, mouth open to say something to him, you were too stunned by the amount of adoration in his eyes to speak. His eyes flickered down to your lips, pupils dilating slightly. You found yourself being tugged towards him, head leaning in just as he was.
The kiss made sense. Everything clicked like the last piece of a jigsaw puzzle. The way he held you, gently and caressing your body as if making sure this was real, made you shiver. His lips were soft and warm, a feathery effect to them to make you feel lightheaded. His hand made its way up your back, his finger tracing your spine, drawing out another shiver from you. His hand cupped the back of your head, bringing you closer and kissing you with an urgency. He finally pulled away, resting his forehead against yours as both of you panting heavily.
“Wow,” he whispered, earning a giggle from you. “That was beautiful.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling your head away from his to see his eyes hold the adoration he held before the kiss.
“It was definitely… something,” you agreed, humming in content.
“I was talking about your giggle, darlin’,” Steve said nonchalantly, pressing a kiss to your forearm. You giggled at the sensation of his lips on your soft skin, feeling his lips curl into a smile at your giggle. “See? Beautiful.”
You hummed, not quite agreeing or arguing. You blinked, eyes shutting for a moment longer than they should have, something that Steve caught onto immediately.
“Let’s get some sleep.” He adjusted the two of you, not hearing even a squeak of protest from you as he manhandled you which surprised him. Maybe it shouldn’t have, considering the way you were practically sleeping by the time he threw the blanket over the two of you. He laid down behind you, keeping an arm across your stomach to keep you from falling.
“Steve?”
Steve hummed, tugging you closer so that your side was flush against his chest. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, catching the lingering floral scent from your perfume. He found himself taking a deep breath, basking in the comfort of it.
“Do you ever think about the future?” Your voice was quiet and soft as if you didn’t want to scare him off. He thought about it for a solid minute and moved his head, making you turn your head to look at him.
“I think about it. Loads of times, but I’ve always been disappointed.” He saw your mouth open before he shook his head and continued. “I won’t always be disappointed, I know that much. But when you have a job like ours, you tend to live on the risky side of things. Our lives could be gone on the next mission or the next. We never know. So I think we should just enjoy where we are.”
“That sounds nice,” you mumbled, turning to bury your face into his chest. “Goodnight, Steve.”
“Goodnight, darlin’.”
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Left Behind - Chapter 3 "No Time to Die" - Wanda Maximoff x Reader
Gif is not mine, blessed are the gif makers.
Summary: The one where you lived in the apartment under the Maximoff family in Sokovia, or, your journey as a Sokovian civilian to Avenger.
Series Warnings: (+16) Violence, fighting, cursing, civil war environments, abuse of power, assault, torture, underage kissing, psychological torture, substance use, mention of assault/fighting of children, smut, kissing, teasing, insinuation of sexual and moral harassment, verbal offenses. Chapter warning: Torture, violence, insinuation of sexual violence.
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader || platonic reader x bucky barnes, mentor!natastha romanoff and mentor!steve rogers, bruce banner x reader (friendship), pietro maximoff x reader (friendship)
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Words: 3.284k
Dictionary: Mach weiter || Keep going (walk)
A/N: Bucky is here, people. Btw, what I meant to do in this work as fix canon from Age of Ultron to avoid Civil War and the next movies to happen. Happy ending too, just a bit of angst on the way. Good reading!
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Chapter Three - No Time to Die
The impact of the iron cable against your right leg made you stumble, but you kept walking.
"Mach weiter." Ordered the soldier behind you, and you clenched your jaw. They didn't tell you where you were going, but if you denied it, they would use violence to make you obey.
You didn't understand why they put you in front of a door, but you didn't get a chance to ask when thick chains were put on your wrists and ankles, and you were dragged into the room until you sat down in an iron chair.
You thought about screaming, but a helmet was placed on your head. All you could do was stare at the men in the room in fear, waiting.
"Specimen 32, contact test." Announced one of the soldiers, writing something down in a notebook. You watched as they brought out a small metal scepter with a bright blue tip, but then the iron chair you were in lay down, and you could only look at the artificial light coming out of one of the fixtures. "Insertion in ten seconds."
You mentally counted, trying to prepare yourself for whatever they were going to do to you. Closing your eyes as you reached one, you waited for the pain.
But instead, everything went silent. You blinked and realized that the room was empty, but before you could think of anything else, the pain came. And all the sounds came back. You screamed, feeling an intense burning in the center of your chest, which gradually spread throughout your body. A flash of light, and everyone holding you was thrown away.
You heard an alarm amidst the screams, but the pain was too great to keep your eyes open.
When you woke up again, there were bodies all around. And then a soldier was staring at you in horror. He cursed in German before he hit you over the head with the end of his rifle, and then everything went dark again.
//-//
"You never told us who you are or what you came here for, didn't you, girl?" The soldier remarked as he attached the leather chains to your wrist. You kept your face impassive. "Cat got your tongue, sweetheart?"
The mockery did not irritate you. You remained silent. The soldier laughed. When the doctors started testing you again, he watched with a satisfied smile.
The first time they made your mind go blank, you tried to scream. But all that came out were the words: "Yes, Master."
"Now you will share, I imagine." The soldier debauched as he sat down on a stool in front of you. "Why did you come to this place? What did you want here?"
"I was looking for my family, sir." You answer mechanically. "There were no masters before. I... I was looking for...." Something in your mind clicked. You wanted to cry. Your whole body began to ache all at once. What was happening?
"She is resisting the serum." One of the doctors announced beside him, his gaze glazed on the monitor. "Stop asking questions, you idiot. She is not expected to wake up."
"Increase the dose, then, doctor." The soldier retorted getting up. You remained seated, conflicted with your own thoughts. "Two bags of that stuff should be enough to keep her obedient. And believe me, the boss will want her to be nice and sweet. We're going to the Caribbean the day after tomorrow."
"It's too early." The doctor retorted. "It's only been a few days since she came in contact with the scepter. And we don't even have the precise dose of the serum. I don't think..."
"No one asked what you think." The soldier interrupts impatiently. "She better be ready for the missions, or you're the one who's going to bear the consequences."
The soldier turned back to you, and with a wicked smile, he pulled one of the knives from his uniform pocket, and in one swift movement, slashed at your face. The sudden pain made you tense up all at once, grunting.
You felt your face getting wet, but the blood only dripped three times before it stopped. The soldier laughed lightly.
"See that, Doc? "He asked still looking at you. "She'll do just fine."
When you risked a look at the mirror on the corner of the table, you stared at the reflection of your face for a few seconds. There was no injury at all.
//-//
Western Europe, four years ago.
You gasped with exhaustion as you touched the open wound in front of you. They kept coming, and the chains on your arm did not loosen.
The soldier in front of you shouted impatiently, and you bite your tongue, stopping yourself from cursing him. The next moment his wound was gone.
"Hurry up soldier" Shouted one of the watchmen, hitting the back of your head with the gun, making you gasp in pain. "We have to get out of this place before dawn."
"Ja Meister." You grumbled obediently, extending your hand forward toward the soldier who had just approached you, the wound open in his left eye. He let out a contented laugh when he could see again, no visible marks on his face.
He stepped forward, hugging you in appreciation and you gasped in surprise, but the next moment he was pushed away.
"Don't touch the girl!" Warned the watchman and the man held up his hands in redemption. You blinked in confusion, your mind a mess because of the soldier's gentleness.
"I was just thanking her, sir." Said the boy as he walked away.
Thanking. The word echoed in your mind for the rest of the night. When you finished healing the wounded, and they threw you back into your cell, it was still there. The Hydra serum coursing through your veins, keeping you still and paralyzed, waiting for the next command. But the word was still there.
//-//
Middle East, three years ago.
Grunting in pain, you kept the wound on your thigh pressed down until it disappeared. The shooting didn't stop and you tried to lift your head beyond cover to see the soldiers, but gave up when they almost hit you in the eye.
"Hure, keep it together!" Warned the commander to you, crouching a few feet away from you. "I paid for those weapons. Do your job and eliminate them all!"
You were about to repeat the words of agreement, and then the gunshot reached your commander in the throat. He grabbed his own neck, falling backwards. You ran up to him, blinking in surprise.
"H-help me." He gasped and you raised your hands to your wound, the blood staining your hands.
"Go ahead, the commander is dead!" You heard one of the enemy soldiers shout next. You looked at the man in front of you, frowning at the image of his wide-eyed, the throbbing wound at his throat. Your order was to help him, so why hadn't you done so already? You remembered the soldier in the field. The one who smiled and thanked you.
The sound of gunfire came closer, and you stood up. The commander let out a gasping cry of pain and surprise, but you didn't look at him again. Taking one last look at the approaching soldiers, you ran away.
//-//
Your master increased your dose.
You learned to count the amount of packets they put into your veins by how many times you felt your arm being pierced, and the pain filling all your senses.
Now there were four instead of two. Your mind was empty for longer. Your masters pushed the words you remembered away.
The serum made the soldier's thanks fade from your memory.
//-//
Sokovia, three years ago.
You scream in pain and irritation when you feel the needles in your arm. You are being tested again, because your obedience levels are too low. Again.
Cussing softly in Sokovian, you grumble in pain when you feel a hard slap across your face.
"I already warned you not to use that filthy language here." Said the man pointing his finger at your face. You spit blood on the floor before looking at him neutrally.
He moves around the room, watching the scientists work. You try to normalize your breathing as you feel whatever they inject into you burn through your veins.
"She needs to be ready tomorrow." Says the man who beat you to one of the people wearing white lab coats. "We have an assignment for her."
"She is unstable." The other man contradicts with a slightly shaky voice. "She needs to rest."
"Does this place look like a spa to you, doc?" The man states with irony and aggressiveness. "You have five hours."
And then he turned and walked out. You felt your eyes spin in their orbits, losing your strength as the chemical mixture filled your senses.
The man in the lab coat was beside you next, and he looked around quickly before reaching out a handkerchief and wiping the sweat from your forehead.
"I'm sorry about that, sweetheart." He called softly. You know that if you weren't chained up, you'd break his neck. "That bad man won't keep hurting you for long. I'm going to get us out of here."
Your eyes started to become very heavy. You let him keep stroking your hand, because your body didn't obey anymore. And then you blacked out.
//-//
Hydra base, unknown location, two and half years ago.
You didn't know where you were, but your order was to keep walking, so you obeyed.
You didn't try to learn the way, because the whole building was identical, and the corridors looked the same, even though you had been walking for a few minutes. You walked through a few doors, but you didn't dare look at any of them, your master's presence beside you encouraged you to keep your gaze forward.
And then you reached an iron door and after talking to the soldiers at the door in German, your master entered, and you followed him into a room that was filled with doctors and armed soldiers.
You stood obediently in the center next to your master, and could catch sight of a large machine in the corner. The metallic glint of the metal arm of the man sitting on the machine with his head down caught your attention, but you did not linger, not wishing to be punished.
"I brought the healer, is he ready yet?" Your master asked one of the doctors. You figured the man with the iron arm would be your partner in your next mission.
"N-not yet sir." The doctor replied. "He is resisting again."
His master sighed impatiently, and walked toward the seated man.
"Soldier, report." His master ordered, but the soldier just shook his head slightly, mumbling something in English. When his master punched him in the face, he didn't move. "I don't have time for this, we are already late. Wipe him and start over."
When the doctors pinned the soldier to the chair, and began to fry his mind, you felt your whole body tense up as he screamed. But you didn't move. There was something in the back of your mind whispering that this was wrong, but it was far away.
When they finished, the soldier had a cold stare, just like yours.
"Ready to obey" The man said as he was released from the machine.
Your master handed you papers, and you risked asking.
"Sir, shall I heal the soldier's arm?"
The men in the room laughed, while the soldier looked at you with something almost like surprise.
"No, girl." Your master replies. "The arm is the best part of him."
The comment drew murmurs of approval from the group. You did not return the soldier's curious look.
"You two will be working together for a while." Announced your master as he stood in front of you. "Your mission is to protect the winter soldier, dear. Do you understand?"
"Yes, master."
"And your mission, boy, is to get what is mine back." Informed your master, looking toward the soldier.
You waited for the next orders in silence.
//-//
Unknown location, two years ago.
A bomb exploded near your ear.
You were thrown far away, a sharp pain kept you down. A few minutes passed before you could hear normally again, and stopped bleeding, completely healed.
But as you looked around, you realized that the winter soldier was lying on the ground, a pool of blood on his belly, and a long wound in his left eye.
You rushed to catch up with him, kneeling on the ground beside him. Your mission was to protect him as you advanced into hostile territory, but things got out of hand. Your employers didn't care how big the conflicts were, as long as you were in operations, since you were responsible for preventing casualties. This was not the first mission you had with him. Since you had started working together some time ago that you couldn't tell how long ago, it had become common for the two of you to be sent together.
"Stand still, sir." You ask the soldier. He has no name, just like you. He raises his metal arm in protection, and it takes a minute for him to realize that it is you, and that you are not going to hurt him. When he allows you to touch him, you heal the huge wound in his stomach. "Now let me see your eye."
It is easier to heal his face because the bruise is smaller, but you worry that you have done something wrong when the man's gaze suddenly changes.
"Are you hurt anywhere else, sir?" You ask as you look around his face, but then the man is panting, looking confused.
"W-what...where am I...you..." He began to speak disconnected words. The noise of the conflict continued around you, and you heard enemy troops approaching. Another explosion made the walls of the room shake. You tried to use your powers on his head again, imagining that he might have another injury, but the soldier pushed you away. "N-no. I need to get out of here."
"Sir, please, I must protect the winter soldier." You argued as you raised your hands again, but the man pushed you again, harder this time. You sighed impatiently. Before you could argue, one of the soldiers coming from the field outside shot you.
Grunting in pain, you fell backwards to dodge the shots. You clutched the pistol in your pants, managing to hit the man a moment later. You used one of the grenades to buy time, and turned to your mission again.
"Get up, sir. We need to leave here." You warned but the man had the same confused expression. You felt the bullets fall from your shoulder, and the wounds close, and he looked at you with shock. "Sir, please stand."
"Y-you helped me." He spoke. "You healed my head."
"Maybe I made you crazy, then." You retorted as you approached, pulling him up. This time he didn't resist, and you put his arm on your shoulders, pulling him out of the building through the back.
"P-please, we need to get out of here." He grumbled. From the groan of pain, you understood that he was still hurt. You would stop to heal him once you were further away from the conflict, and you hoped to reach the escape vehicle before the soldiers reached you.
"We're going back to base, sir. Just keep walking." You asked and the man staggered away, pushing you.
"You don't understand, we need to get away from them!" He shouted angrily, trying to push you again. You frowned in confusion. "Damn it, try to remember! Try to heal your head like you did mine."
"Sir, I am not understanding your orders." You reported worriedly. The man sighed, and then raised his pistol to you. You widened your eyes slightly, but did not move. "Please, sir. We must return to base."
"My name is Bucky, I am not your sir or your master." He warns and you blink in confusion. He seems to expect you to recognize something in his words, but you don't understand what he wants you to do. Then he swallows dryly. "I-I’m really sorry." He says before shooting.
//-//
Opening your eyes again, you saw the sky.
It took a few seconds to realize that you were inside a cell, your back on the ground, the vehicle that carried you moving.
"Just what we need, the soldier gaining consciousness during a mission." You heard a male voice complain. As you sat up, you realized that the truck carrying your cell, had another cell in front of it. The winter soldier was unconscious.
"And he even shot the girl. Maybe this time the boss will decide to deactivate him, he's always been a pain in the ass if you ask me." The other man commented. You frowned. The Hydra serum was coming out of your system now, the amount of serious injury in a short time was enough to draw the liquid out of your body. You looked around for anything that might make your escape possible.
"Look who's awake." One of the men commented wryly, startling you slightly. You shrank back against your cell, watching him approach while keeping his rifle in hand. "What's the matter, sweetie? Are you trying to wake up?"
"Don't talk to her, you idiot." Commanded the other man. "Just apply the serum and get into position."
"Come on, let me play a little." Retorted the soldier. You swallowed dryly at the malicious tone.
"If she breaks your neck, I'll say it was self-defense." Teased the other, and you clenched your jaw as you watched the soldier in front of you begin to open the cell.
"She's not going to hurt me, you idiot. Her whole deal is to do well by us, isn't it?" He remarked wickedly. You heard the other soldier laugh as he drove, but your gaze was focused on the man entering your cell, the door open behind him. "You will be quiet and obedient for your master, won't you?"
"Ja Meister." You repeated the order, even though you were free now. The soldier didn't notice, and you waited for him to put the rifle in his back to move.
In a second, you knocked him to the ground with a blow to his legs, and he squirmed angrily as he protected himself from the next blows. He reached for the knife in his pocket, and pushed it against your stomach, knocking you to the ground.
You gasped in pain, but you took advantage of the moment when the man believed he had you pinned down, to pull the knife out and hit him in the ribs.
He punched you in the face, and you staggered backwards.
"Damn you!" He shouted. You tried to move forward, but he pushed you off, and aimed the rifle afterwards, trying to keep his balance despite his injury.
"I warned you." The other soldier sneered, having overheard the scuffle. The man in front of you left the cell only to reach for a suitcase in the corner of the truck, by the symbol on the front, you knew very well what it was.
"Stupid girl." He grumbled and you clenched your jaw.
When he inserted the serum into you, everything began to go silent again, and you laid your head on the ground.
The winter soldier began to awaken in the cell in front of you, and you tried to smile at him. You think his name was Bucky, but your eyes grew heavy and you couldn't resist the darkness.
//-//-//
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A VERY FRUITY SLEEPOVER
I have nothing to celebrate unfortunately, but why not bring this back for fun now that I have a couple more followers than I did before. I’m so close to 200 and I’d love to welcome new readers/friends!! If you’d like to participate, please send in an ask with any of the following below!!
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Blade; chapter 3
summary: Parker "Blade" Wiles, a high ranking SHIELD agent with an aptitude for sharp objects, goes missing. When Blade is found again with a darker and colder demeanor, SHIELD, with the help of The Avengers, are tasked with finding out what happened to their colleague and friend.
OC is ace and uses they/them pronouns
pairing: Natasha Romanoff x OC! reader
warnings: needles (IVs), let me know if there are any others
RECAP:
“I'm doing the thing Florence Wiles could never do.” The room went silent. All the lab assistants stopped working. Everyone just stared at the two of you.
“Knock her out and put em’ under, I don't have time for this.” Madam barks and for the second time that day, everything went black.
*Meanwhile at the Avengers Compound
After the mission, the rest of the team got off the jet while Natasha stayed behind. Still in your seat, her eyes scan the room and land on your journal. She chuckles to herself because only you would have a bright purple journal. She knows she shouldn’t look through it but she does anyway. As she’s reading through the two entries, her vision starts to get blurry. She wipes her eyes and stands up and walks off the jet straight to her room.
“Hey Nat! How’d-”
“Not now Clint.” She snaps. She practically runs to her room and slams the door as she starts to cry. She sits down at her desk, turns to the next blank page in the journal, finds a pen and starts writing.
Hi Blade, it’s Nat, I know when you see this, because you will see it, that you’ll probably be mad at me for snooping but it was something i felt i needed to do. Your last words to me before you disappeared were “dont worry about me, I got this.” and part of me believed it. Foolish of me. I should’ve stayed with you. I know you're strong and capable and smart and you’ve been in a situation like that before, but god damnit I should’ve gone with you! Bucky thinks it's HYDRA, Tony thinks it's what's left of the Red Room. Men, ugh, So dumb. HYDRA has been wiped off the face of the earth and the Red Room is, as i said, retired widows living the life they deserved. I think it's something or rather someone else. Who it is, I don't know. But enough of this, I'm not here to write about who took you, I don't know why I'm writing. But, and I quote, “here goes nothing.”
The first day you walked into the compound, scowling face and all, I knew something was special about you. You stormed into the conference room, like you always do, and plopped in the chair you claimed your own. When everyone else joined you in the room you didn’t even look up until someone said your name and coughed. You stood up, said your name was Blade and sat back down. It was pretty funny if Steve “stick up his ass” Rogers wasn’t in the room. Something, I think Clint, said to “show your power” or something like that, and you walked out of the room and everyone followed you to the new high tech training room. You then found a bow staff, broke it in half, had Tony load the most advanced training sequence. You set a record, with the broken staff, in that training session, curtsied, and walked out the room.
Anyways, that's not what this is about, I wanted to write this to let you know that we, the team, are here for you. We care about you. I care about you. So, on that note, you better get your ass back here so we can eat some garlic bread and watch some shitty reality TV.
Love, Natahsa
She stares at her note for a little while, thinking about what she could’ve done to save you, to have you here with her. But instead of you being with the team, with her, you quite possibly, could be dead. She can’t think about that right now. She wipes her tears, closes the journal and gets ready to take a shower. After her shower she gets dressed in shorts, a hoodie and a pair of fuzzy socks. She makes her way out of her room to get something to eat while Clint slides in front of her.
“What's up with you? You got Barnes' broody scowl going on.” He says with a mouthful of food.
“That's cold Clint”
“shut up Barnes, you know it’s true.” He shouted back. “Anyways, seriously, is something wrong?”
“They’re gone Clint. They are gone and we don't know where they are.”
“Who?”
“Are you fucking serious Clint? Blade! Blade is gone! And we have no clue where they are or if they're alive! And you're making jokes right now?!” Her eyes start watering again.
“Oh no Nat, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I didn't know Blade was missing, I thought I saw them walk in.” He says as he pulls her into a hug.
At that moment, Nat lets herself cry. She balls up the front of his shirt and just breaks down. “They’re gone, Clint, and I don't know what to do!” She says through her tears.
“Nat what do you need me to do? Let me help.”
“Find her Clint! Unbreak your arm and fucking find her!’ She cries.
*At the old HYDRA base
After the group of scientists knock you out, again, they put you in an armoured truck, with many following behind, to transfer you from this old base to the new MYST headquarters.
“Madam, what are we supposed to do with the new asset?”
“Tie them up. And make sure that it’s secured, we don't need it escaping again.” Madam orders.
The ride is long and bumpy and these scientists have been pumping you full of fluids and unknown liquids. Pull up to a gate with a pin pad. Madam gets out, puts a passcode in and the gates open up. They pass through the threshold and into what looks like a parking garage. They park the truck and roll you out.
“Hey, hey what's going on?” You say as you start to wake up.
“Ugh, someone take care of this! They woke up again!” Madam yells.
“Hey, no hey! Let's not do this again!” You say.
“That's not an option sweetheart”
“And why is that? Huh? I don't know what you want, other than a winter soldier”
“I want what HYDRA took from me.” She says “Knock her out and start over! We will begin testing strength tomorrow morning!” Madam says as she walks away.
“God, what a bitch.” a scientist mutters under her breath. Heh heh, I like this one.
“I know, at least you're not the one tied to a bed” You say back.
She gasps, “you weren’t supposed to hear that” “Well, I am a well trained spy and assassin, you learn how to pick up on small sounds.” you chuckle.
“Yeah well, still.” She says harshly. “Youre only here for one thing, and it’s my job not to fuck that up, so you weren’t supposed to hear that.” She says as she injects you with more unknown liquid.
You wake up in a new room, tied to a bed this time. Upgrades people, upgrades. Your eyes scan the room and land on two IVs dripping; one blue and one purple. I am going to die here.
“Ahh, you're awake.” Your head snaps to the right.
“Super soldier serum,” She nodded towards the IVs. “Whatever was left of what HYDRA perfected it, I got the last of it when it fell in 2014.” Madam starts.
“What's that purple shit?” You interrupt.
“That purple shit? Really? I've been working on that for years and the best you can do is ‘that purple shit’? Really?” A small scientist comes out from behind Madam.
“Oh sorry, I should be more sensitive, what is that weird ass purple liquid that is being pumped into me?”
“You're a rude person.”
“Yeah well, I'm currently strapped to a bed with strange liquid being pumped into me. I'm obviously not thrilled about it!” You shout.
“Okay, enough! You two are children!'' Madam yells. Children (derogatory).
“The purple stuff is a concentrated metabolism booster. It makes you heal 3x faster than just the super soldier serum. It makes you basically invincible.”
“Oh cool, does it give me laser eyes like Superman too?” wrong universe, shit.
“You are insufferable!” The small scientist exclaims.
“Thanks, it’s my main character trait.” You sass back.
“Oh my god, shut up already!” Madam yells. “Dr. Nichols, you go prep the room while I handle the new asset.” New asset? Get a better name.
You roll your eyes and scoff as the small scientist storms out of the room.
“Got something to say sweetheart?”
“No no, you do your thing”
“In about-” She checks her watch, “10-15 minutes, you’ll have a small device inserted into the back of your neck, specifically at the base of your skull.”
“Sounds painful”
“It is. The device will expand and it will attach to your brain, causing me to be in control.”
oh shit.
“Cat got your tongue sweetheart?” You stay silent. “Well, nice chat! I'll see you later!”
She leaves the room as your eyes start to water. Oh my god. There is no way I'm getting out of this. As you sit there, waiting for what’s going to come next, nats face pops into your head. And the fact that there is a chance that you’ll never see her again, talk to her, touch her again, makes the tears threatening to fall, fall.
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Jefferson & Leroy Street
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Inclusive!Reader
Summary: Bucky Barnes is an idiot, Y/N Stark is an idiot; Steve Rogers just wants them to kiss and make-up. So he plays matchmaker. How hard can it be to get two idiots in love? Apparently not as easy as he thinks.
Word Count: 2.4k
Warnings: strong language, mentions of a horrible ex, angst with a happy ending
A/N: if anyone sees this fic on AO3 don’t worry about it, it is my own work I just thought I'd change it to a reader insert.
It’d been a long day; University had been busier than normal in the lead up to exams. They just kept telling their self - one more year - when in reality they still had to find a graduate job. What can one actually do with a degree in Criminology?
Unlocking the door to the flat they shared with their two best friends, they groaned at the mess. For two super soldiers, they sure knew how to create a mess. Steve Rogers, the famous Captain America, was currently away on a mission but Bucky was still here having not been needed for this particular mission.
“You had one job dickwad! One job!” They shouted as they looked at the state of the piled-up dishes. They had a bloody rota for a reason, god they missed the days of dishwashers and living at home with their parents.
There was silence, frowning they searched every room before finally calling to F.R.I.D.A.Y and asking where the hell was Bucky?
“I’m afraid he stepped out over an hour ago Mx Stark, I can find his location if you wish?” The Irish lilt echoed throughout the empty flat. They groaned; they didn’t want to bother him in case he’d been called on a mission.
“Nah s’alright, but thanks anyway F.R.I.D.A.Y.” A weak smile crossed their face, they might as well clean the flat whilst they waited for Bucky to arrive home.
Bucky never arrived home that night. They waited up as long as they could after giving the flat a thorough clean but when they woke in the morning it was clear he hadn’t come home. Their keys were still in the door. Groaning as they rubbed the back of their neck having fallen asleep on the couch, they checked their phone.
No messages.
That instantly put them in a pissy mood, they were a worrier; always had been, always will be.
They knew it was going to happen, getting distracted beyond belief at Uni. Trudging back to the flat they could smell the aromatic aroma of Italian cooking. Clumsily opening the door, their face fell a little when they noticed Steve’s shield by the door.
“Are you.. are you seriously standing here cooking in your bloody uniform?” They snorted; well at least that was a sight to brighten their day.
“I was hungry!” He whined.
“Thought you were Bucky.” They muttered, grabbing the blonde’s shield and moving it to the cupboard. It was more so they wouldn’t trip over it as they had done a hundred times before.
“Well it’s his Ma’s recipe so I can see the confusion.” He smiled giving them a kiss on the cheek as they moved within reaching distance. “How was class?”
“Oh, you know.. the usual.” Plonking themselves down at the breakfast bar in the kitchen. “Say.. you wouldn’t happen to have heard from Bucky have you?”
“Yeah, he’s at some dame’s place.. he never told you?” He frowned; they hated that frown.
“Oh yeah, shit I forgot. Of course!” They spoke quickly, they were already pissed at Bucky; it wouldn’t do for him to be ganged up by both them and Steve. “How was the mission?” Quickly and effortlessly changing the subject. Giving Steve the chance to rant about everything and anything he could reveal about the mission. While he spoke, they sent a text to Bucky.
Sent at 4:56PM
You could have told me you were going to get laid. Next time do the dishes before you go and get your dick wet. That is all.
After eating the wonderful food that Steve had prepared, how they could still fit through the door with both of them being amazing cooks they’ll never know; they headed through to their room to do some studying.
They woke up at 3am to her bedroom door being thrown open.
“Jesus Christ!” They squealed, practically falling out of bed as they watched Bucky saunter in.
“What the fuck is this?” Holding out his phone, they squinted at his phone screen being the only light source in the room. Flicking on a light they glared at him.
“It’s three in the fucking morning James, what the ever-loving fuck are you doing sauntering in here like you own the place!” They shouted; they didn’t care if they woke Steve up at this point.
“I do actually own the place..” They groaned
“It’s an expression you idiot! Can we talk about this in the morning? I don’t know why you’re pissed at me! You’re the one that didn’t tell me you were heading out and also left the flat in a god-awful state!”
“Oh, get over yourself! Why are you always so fucking clingy Y/N? It’s ridiculous!” That broke their heart, they knew they were clingy; they always had been, but Bucky had always liked it. —or so they thought.
“I was just worried about you.. I didn’t know where you were.” They muttered, feeling terribly small with the towering figure above them.
“You don’t need to know where I am every second of everyday Christ. Stop being jealous just because you haven’t been laid in months. How is Nathan anyway? Still fucking your ex best friend?” Well that was a low blow, it was clear no one anticipated the slap when it came.
“Fuck. You.” They growled, grabbing their jeans; pulling them on angrily as they moved to grab their coat.
“Y/N, darlin’ it’s late. Come on we’ll got through to my-“ Steve was interrupted by the front door slamming. “The fuck Buck?” He said turning to his best friend.
“Don’t Steve.. just don’t.” The former asset muttered as he moved through to his room, slamming the bedroom door shut.
“Fucking hell..” Steve muttered, rubbing his hands over his face. “F.R.I.D.A.Y, please track them and let me know the minute something isn’t right okay?”
When they arrived back at the flat four hours later, Steve was already opening the door to her before they could even get their hand on the handle.
“Bloody intelligent busy body in the ceiling.” They muttered to herself as they trudged in. Toeing off their shoes, they headed to their bedroom but were stopped by the ever-righteous grandpa.
“We need to talk about last night.” Steve’s voice was soft, but it held a commanding edge to it, they couldn’t be fucked with that in that moment.
“No, we don’t, Barnes made everything crystal clear. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have class in an hour and a half.” They grunted, hands on his chest to push him out of the way.
“Y/N.. he was- “
“If drunk is about to come out of your mouth I’m whacking you with your own shield. He can’t get drunk; well all know that so why don’t you stop coming up with excuses for his behaviour and just ‘get over yourself’ like I’m doing huh?” Expression blank, but the tears that were starting to well in their eyes were clear for anyone close enough to see.
“You went to Nathan’s.. Y/N, that’s not.. we talked about this. You were doing so well.” He whispered, holding onto their upper arms to keep them in place.
“I waited Steve, I did what you said, and I waited for him to come around. Every-time I tried to make the first move it didn’t work. Bucky doesn’t want me; I’ve accepted that now.. maybe it’s time you do too. Matchmaker isn’t really your biggest strength.” A weak smile on their face as they finally pushed their way out of his grasp.
Heading down the corridor she saw Bucky’s door slowly close, he’d obviously been listening in. Typical. Rolling their eyes, they headed into the bathroom, slamming the door behind them.
It had been a week since the incident. Both Bucky and Y/N hadn’t left the flat which was more concerning on Y/N’s behalf due to the fact they’d missed a whole week of University. The final straw was when Tony cornered Steve after a briefing asking why he’d gotten an email from the University saying his child hadn’t been attending classes.
He hated being cornered by a protective Tony, especially since they were tentatively trying to build a relationship together. Totally hush hush at the moment; only the two of them aware. Stomping into Y/N’s room he frowned when he saw them staring into space.
“Enough. Get dressed and get the fuck out of here for a couple of hours. Please I’m literally begging you. You’re both driving me up the wall.” It took a couple of seconds for Y/N to grasp that Steve was in the room speaking to them.
“And where exactly do you want me to go?” They mumbled into their duvet.
“Anywhere that isn’t Nathan’s or somewhere dangerous.” Going into their wardrobe he started throwing clothes at them. “If you’re not ready in ten I will barge right back in here you hear?”
“Jesus Steve.. I’m going, Christ.” She muttered, shooing him out the door so they could get ready. Maybe a night out would be nice, they could go for a couple of drinks.
When they finished getting ready, they side-stepped Steve before they collided with him. Sending a mock salute his way they grabbed their shoes and headed out the door. There were a few bars within walking distance, so they ended up at the first one on their path. Slipping inside they sat themselves down at the bar, ordering a whiskey neat.
“Well, well, well look what the cat dragged in” Mouthing a ‘fuck’ into their drink they turned to see Nathan.
“What do you want?” They grumbled, arms crossing over their chest. He scoffed.
“I can’t believe I don’t even get a hello when I so kindly let you sleep on my couch last week. Didn’t even get a thank you.” Rolling their eyes at him.
“I’m pretty sure letting me crash on your couch is the least you could do after ruining three years of a relationship by shagging Caitlin.”
“I was expecting at least some thank you head, but you never were one to give, were you? Always take, take, take.” He purred; they could smell the booze off him as he made himself at home in their personal space.
“Fuck off Nathan, I’m not in the mood tonight.”
“When were you ever in the mood, I’m sure I can get you there though. Always knew your-“ He didn’t get to finish his sentence as a metal arm had him lifted halfway off the ground. They couldn’t help but snort at the fear in Nathan’s eyes.
“Want to finish that sentence?” Bucky growled. They couldn’t help but bite their lip, they’d always had a thing for pissed Bucky; as long as it wasn’t aimed at them but then again. A hand on their arm snapped them out of their daydream. “We’re going for a walk.” His hand slipping into theirs as he dragged them out the bar.
“Oh, we are, are we?” They muttered; the silence grew between them as they walked down the block. “Thanks.. for that back there. I- I didn’t sleep with him by the way. Just crashed on his couch.” They admitted. “I’m an idiot, but I’m not stupid.”
“No one said you were.” They pulled on his hand as they got to a bench, pulling him down to sit next to them.
“I am. I’m sorry about the text.. I was just so worried. You know what I’m like, the world’s worst over-thinker.” Bucky groaned, running a hand over the back of his neck.
“I’ve been a prick.” He grunted, looking at them with sad eyes. “Do you remember the night you caught Nathan?”
Frowning they tried to remember what happened. “You took me to that club? You said something like ‘it’s more or a distraction for me so I don’t rip the bastards throat out?’ Or something along those lines?” He chuckled softly; their heart stopped for a moment — god they’d missed that sound.
“Yeah that’s right, you then proceeded to get fucking drunk off your ass and you said you can’t remember anything else from that night?” They shook their head.
“Nah, I’m pretty sure that was it.”
“Well.. I’m gonna remind you of something right now just.. bear with me.” He mumbled, cupping their chin in his hand; he kissed them. Right there, on the corner of Jefferson and Leroy street. Their hands moved to clutch at his shirt, hazy memories filtering in. Loud music, colour, Bucky, heat, cool metal wrapped around them, Bucky, hands in silk strands, the taste of whiskey and something ultimately Bucky.
“Fuck I kissed you, in the middle of the dance floor..” They whispered as they pulled back, fingers moving to press lightly against their lips. They couldn’t believe she forgot.
“There’s an endless number of things that I wish I could forget darlin’, but I couldn’t forget that. Played in my mind for days. I realised quite quickly you didn’t remember it and you were still getting over him. Then you started to flirt with me and I just; I couldn’t take it.” Their heart was breaking.
“Buck.. I’m so sorry!” They croaked, taking both his hands in theirs; thumb stroking over the back of the smooth metal. “If I’d remembered I would’ve- “
“Thought I was gonna be your rebound or somethin’ and I couldn’t deal. Pretty sure you engrained yourself in my very soul from the day I met your cocky little ass.” His eyes were glued to the ground, but they weren’t having it. Grabbing his face in their hands.
“You never would’ve been a re-bound for my James. You understand me? I’ve loved you from the minute I met you. I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you, I’m hopelessly, utterly-“ They hated being interrupted but they were pretty sure they could make an exception for Bucky’s lips on theirs. It was softer than they remembered, like they were something precious. That’s when the tears started to fall —no one had ever treated them like that before, like they were something to cherish.
“M’not good with feelings and emotions, life ain’t been too kind to me but I know that I love you and I want you. Every part of you. So m’gonna say it now. You’re mine, you’ll always be mine. Even if we can’t be together; you’ll always be engrained in-“ It was their turn to cut him off, kissing him hard; throwing their very soul into the kiss.
“I’m yours Buck, forever and always I’m yours.” They whispered. Chuckling softly, he brushed the tears from their face.
“That’s what I was hoping you were gonna say.” There on the corner of Jefferson and Leroy, two idiots finally got their happy ending. If Steve looked extra smug the next day; Tony would think it was because of him but in reality, it was because of the two thank you texts he’d received from the two idiots. His two favourite idiots.
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the dragon and her shadow | b.b.
Summary: You fall in love with the Winter Soldier, and they punish you for it. Sentiment is weakness, but what can they do? After all, they cannot kill the Fist of H.Y.D.R.A. and mortal men cannot even begin to comprehend slaying a dragon.
WARNINGS: HUGE ANGST, but happy ending, DARK, torture, blood, traumatic events, it’s war, massive injuries, angst, swearing, messy lives, everything that comes with the Winter Soldier’s past, love triangle-ish, Bucky’s a sad boy, scene leading up to smut and then mentions of it after so it’s SFW, also HAPPY ENDING
Pairing: wintersoldier!Bucky x fem!enhanced!Reader
Word Count: 7.1k
A/N: I have no justification for writing this. I’m just in a mood.
Masterlist
It’s 1945 and the war has started. Men come in droves to fight with their enlistment forms. You’re good at swiping blank ones. After all, a nurse can go anywhere. All it takes is a smile and a silly little excuse, and a woman is invisible.
You give them to the scrawny boy waiting outside, cross your arms, and smile fondly.
“You know they won’t accept you,” you tell him and his thin little face turns up to you. You’re wearing your uniform, and there’s your little nurse hat atop your head. He’d say you look gorgeous if you weren’t working and you wouldn’t slap him.
“Then why do you keep giving them to me?” he asks. The expression falters. Your arms uncross and cup his cheek. Leaning down, you press a gentle kiss to his cheek, then his mouth. He kisses you back, and you sweep his hair out of his eyes.
“You know why.” The air shifts. You look away. “I have work to do.”
“Thank you, firebug,” he whispers and you take a glance of him again. He doesn’t say much more, and you turn around, turn to get back to work.
“Wait,” he calls and you pause from where you are halfway into the medical centre. You arch an eyebrow, he smiles in his flustered way. Something inside you melts as he worries and twists the enlistment forms in his hand. “Bucky invited me to the Stark Expo tomorrow, and uh, he’s bringing a date, and I thought…” He trails off and you sigh softly. This adorable man who doesn’t know his way around women really is trying his best. All he needs is your little push.
“Mhm?”
“I was just wonderin’, firebug, if you, uh, wanna go to the Stark Expo? With me?”
Your smile is the summer sun as you tell him, “Of course.”
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You fly out to Italy. They tell you Steve Rogers is flying to do a tour around Europe. You frown, because the scrawny kid you’ve known is allowed into a war zone? Unheard of.
But they’re not wrong. Everyone’s speaking of it, of some dancing monkey you know isn’t your Steve. No, your Steve is a fighter, and you want to know what on Earth they’ve done to him because this war can’t take away Bucky and Steve, who doesn’t even know his best friend’s gone.
You tell the Colonel you want to be there when he shows up, and he promises that you will be. You tell him that this is important to you. That your Steve is not going to leave until you see him. The Colonel arches a brow at how familiar you are, and insists that you’ll be there. Don’t get twisted over it. He tells you he’ll be here waiting for you right after an evacuation of a village five miles out.
You plan to ask him the day after the morrow what’s happened to him when you return back to camp with the innocent citizens you’ve rescued from this rural little village on the edge of the water. You stitch up small cuts, ration out food and water, tell them they’re going to be just fine as you rehearse what you’re going to say to the boy turned soldier, but still, your Steve.
But then fire rains down on you, making you seem like a huge liar. It is hell incarnate, the seventh level, and there is blood on your hands as a bullets slam into the dirt around you. The girl you’re treating, her name is — was — Sofia, lays in your arms, three bullet holes punched through her. You can hear the soldiers screaming to run, get back to the truck, and you stand, looking around you.
They drop like flies, and you see the white of one of the uniforms stained with blood and dirt and ash as the body of a nurse is burned alive in one of the homes the Germans torched. The air ranks of rotten flesh and shit and piss, and you remember you have to run if you ever want to think of being alive again. You run through fire and flame, through smoke and ash that stick to your throat and lungs. A soldier is reaching out for you on the back of the truck, and you stretch your hand forward.
The bullet tears through you before you can reach him and the blood seeps into the dirt. You fall.
You watch as the soil drinks your blood hungrily. This land has been torn apart, and the war’s barely started. The soil soaks in every tear that leaks from your eyes, every drop of blood from the river that spills from your chest, near your heart. You know you will die, and you wish it’d come sooner than this.
Flanders fields, you muse, the air thick from the fire, humid from the sea. It causes you to sweat, and the blood to rush thickly under your face as you stare out over the cliff side. The water is so very blue despite the grey skies, and through the smoke, you think you see the sun.
The sea glimmers underneath the sun’s rays far away from this devastation, and you think that perhaps poppies could grow here. Make something savage beautiful. Let flowers drink your blood, taste the burnt ashes of those who’d fallen here, and make it beautiful. The thought brings you peace, as your fellow brothers and sisters fall all around you.
Someone steps on your wound. You see stars and scream. The poppies vanish in your head. When the butt of a rifle slams into your head and your vision goes black, so does everything else.
.
For every time they put the Winter Soldier in the chair, they do it twice as long for you, for every time you sleep, they can hear you scream for Captain America to save you.
Your cell is made of concrete and glass, things that don’t burn underneath your magma touch, and only opens for a few reasons.
Most often: the Winter Soldier comes to tell you that you have a mission. You follow him easily, get dressed — it’s routine by now, as you strap on Kevlar and Velcro, holsters and knives as your eyes watch the Winter Soldier. His handler puts on his muzzle as someone inserts an electro-chip beneath your neck. One step out of line and you drop, a burning corpse.
Then he asks, if you’re ready. You ask who is the target. That’s how things run between the two of you; you and the Winter Soldier. The Winter Soldier. Before, you remember you’d think Bucky. Now, the first thing you think is soldat and you wonder who even was Bucky? And Steve? What are these names and why do they float in your head?
It comes with time, you think. You forget the things that don’t matter, but they still linger. No matter. You have a mission to do and the Winter Soldier is your partner. He’s your constant, your guardian and companion, and sometimes something you want to hide from the people who control you.
The two of you bring governments to their knees, the ghost and the rage that follows him. People cannot comprehend the power you possess, so they resort to names you don’t care for. They call you wicked, a beast, dragon.
You merely laugh, the Winter Soldier an ever present shadow behind you, and ask them how they want to die.
Most say bullet to the head, but they all end up in flames. It doesn’t matter, you figure. They’re all corpses in the end.
For some missions, you don’t get to have any part. You merely crouch beside the Winter Soldier and let him take his shot. You tell him he does a good job every time. The only time he thanks you in his way is when the two of you watch as Jackie Kennedy crawls to the back of the limousine, her husband’s blood still splattered on her pretty pink suit. The motorcade stops, and you two leave.
You never stay for the aftermath.
“Dragon,” you repeat thoughtfully as you run a hand over your knee. The Winter Soldier looks to you from where he’s cleaning his gun beside you. He used two bullets, no rifling, Soviet made. One through the throat, one through the head, just to make sure. They’ll be proud of him, even if they never say so.
You flex and squeeze your fingers over your knee. The thought nags you. That and the fact that you’ve been informed that you’re to take one last test. One more session. You’re prepared for any test. You’re prepared for the chair.
“Do you like being called dragon?” he asks carefully behind his muzzle, and you smile strangely, a remarkable little thing stretched across your lips. The heat of stars runs beneath your hands as you look out through the windows of the cockpit. You can just begin to see the mountain ranges.
“It reminds me of something,” you tell him. “But I can’t quite remember what.”
“It will come,” he says and you find his eyes on you, pure blue and soft, like a child. He stops cleaning his gun, his eyes searching your face. For a moment, you wonder if he’s reckless enough to do what you know he wants to do here. But then he turns back to cleaning his gun, disassembling and reassembling over and over again. “But do you like being called dragon?”
You smile again and tell him you do, but only by him.
.
The test is for you to kill the Winter Soldier.
When you tell them you can’t, make up some excuse that he is your partner, you work better with him, you can’t just kill him, they tell you two that they’re disappointed. The words strung together form your worst nightmare. They sit you down on the table, and clamp the electrical device to your head.
As it burns through your brain, they take your right arm and slice it off.
Partners, they spit down at you as you bleed over metal and black leather. Weakness. You nearly bite through your tongue if it weren’t for the mouth guard and your vocal cords bleed as you scream. Tears trail down your face, burning lava across obsidian rock, as they tell you that you’re well and truly two halves of a whole now. Is this not what you wanted, soldat? they ask. You merely scream until blood floods your mouth in response. Have you learnt your lesson?
When you thrash, things catch on fire. They begin to burn your memories away and you reach to grab the torture machine as your blood smokes in your veins. The electro-chip activates, sending blue beneath your skin and you let out a harrowing scream, the cords of your neck throbbing underneath the current as they begin to burn red and purple. You bend fingers that are no longer there, and the cold air of this prison kisses your flesh as you lose control of what is real and what is not. Black flames lick at your vision as you weep.
Your eyes widen, blow out, and you search the room because you know they must’ve made him watch. Made him suffer, in a way you cannot describe. It is simply their way. You spot in the corner of the room the Winter Soldier breathing heavily, the whirring of his arm coming to life as you sob into the mouthguard, blood spilling out of your mouth and shoulder.
It takes six men to sedate him. When you see him fall, the dragon awakens.
It takes eight to put out the white hell you leave in the room, and even then, most of the equipment is melted away.
When you come to, it is decades later, and the arm they’ve made, synthetic, metal, fake but near real, channels the energy stored in your heart. In fact, it amplifies it, and when you’re sent on your first mission since you’ve been frozen, you burn the whole city to the ground.
The Winter Soldier watches from the jet. You turn to him, see him holding his sniper rifle, and you smile emptily. He does not respond even though you know he can see you.
Sentiment. Weakness. Punishment.
Such is the way of your life.
Yet you can’t help but steal your moments. After all, they cannot kill the Fist of H.Y.D.R.A. and mortal men cannot even begin to comprehend slaying a dragon.
.
You love the Winter Soldier. You love him far more than anyone in your entire life. You’re sure of it.
So when Washington goes to shit, and you see him plummet into the Potomac, you meet him at the bank.
“I know him,” he whispers raggedly, your hands in his. He’s freezing from the lake, sitting on the bank of the Potomac as you crouch beside him, staring at the unconscious man the Winter Soldier pulled out of the lake. Your hands travel to his face, wiping away the river from his skin as he tries to catch his breath. “He knows me.” A hard swallow. “He’s Steve. Steve, and… and I’m Bucky. Barnes. Bucky Barnes. It doesn’t make sense.”
“Bucky?” you repeat, dumbfounded, gaze hardening at the blond soldier whose face is swollen and bleeding. You kiss the Winter Soldier gently, because no one is here to see when the Triskelion is in ruins, and he leans against you, still panting, and bleeding and you touch every cut, every bruise. Who dares hurt him? Your blood roars murder but he merely gapes against you, clutching at parts of you, any part of you he can. You hold him tight, hold him close, as his eyes shut. His cheek soaks through your shirt and he reaches for your chin, making you look at his open eyes once more.
“We have to run. They’ll come for us, we have to leave,” he whispers hoarsely against your chest, flesh arm tugging at your black jacket. The dried leaves around your feet begin to smoke as he speaks. They won’t take you away from me again, you promise.
“You’re hurt,” you whisper raggedly but he shakes his head. Your eyes drift to the unconscious blond. “So is he.”
“It doesn’t matter. Come on.” He pulls away and tries to get up, tries to tug you along with him. “We have to go!”
“Bucky,” you repeat again, reaching forward for the drowned man.
“Stop saying that. We need to leave, now!” His metal arm grab yours, but you fling him off as the blond soldier mumbles something under his breath. The Winter Soldier falls to the smoking leaves, still struggling to regain his balance but you don’t see him. You only have eyes for the man. Your eyebrows knit together and the blond’s lips move, forming indiscernible words.
“Steve?” you try, the name tasting foreign but familiar in your mouth. You touch his swollen face gently with your flesh hand, feel the curve of his cheek, the porcelain of his skin.
“Firebug,” he whispers, the first thing you can hear fully, and the sounds slam into your chest. Like a scythe, it cuts you in pieces, steals your stomach, macerates your heart, and you swallow something that tastes like blood down your throat as his eye opens. The other, swollen shut, still struggles to see and he lets out something like a laugh as his bloody hand reaches for your face. “You’re here…”
“Steve?” you try again and his eye opens wider. His hand falls, too weak to continue. “Who are you?” Your words come out bitter, torn out and shredded.
“We have to go, now,” the Winter Soldier murmurs in your ear, and you turn to him, eyes wide, desperate, searching for answers you don’t know exist. Steve’s fingers reach for your metal hand and you jerk back, into the Winter Soldier who wraps an arm around you.
As you disappear into the forest, you turn back to see a figure swoop down and take hold of Steve.
Your heart feels shattered, and you know not why.
.
You enjoy domestic life with Bucky. The name is still something you have to get used to, but you enjoy it. You’ve cut out the electro-chip in your neck — well, Bucky did. It was mere surgery and he’s always careful around you. Even if you are hiding, you like that there aren’t eyes on you anymore.
You stay in the museum with him, your knuckles brushing his and you glance around. No one recognizes you with your new hair color, new clothes. After all, who’d think the Ghost and his Dragon would stand in some museum, waiting to be caught? But you’re still afraid. Still afraid to touch him in public. Those sorts of things are reserved for their own little moments, in the privacy of your little hideout beneath a bridge. But you don’t mind when Bucky’s fingers play with yours, so maybe you can get used to that too.
You read about Steve Rogers, and you hear Bucky’s name being called from some other audio farther down the hall. Drifting off, you spot footage of a man who looks like Bucky and a man who looks like the drowned one in the Potomac. They laugh with each other, ride the trucks together, run side-by-side.
“Best friends since childhood, Bucky Barnes and Steven Rogers were inseparable on both schoolyard, and battlefield. Barnes is the only Howling Commando to give his life in the service of his country.”
Your eyes rake over Steve’s face, blinking as you read over the little displays, the tiny little tidbits that reveal who Steve Rogers was to the public.
But not to you.
Bucky takes his hand, tells you we have to go.
Your eyes linger on Steve Rogers. The fear that swells up inside makes you sick, and you blame it on the sea as you and Bucky stow away on a freight ship to Romania.
.
Steve finds you two years later, and you hold up a gun to his face before he pulls you into a crushing hug. You do not hug him back — you barely know the man, but you know he meant something to you before. He promises to fix you, the both of you, and brings you to Wakanda where Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, and Princess Shuri all await you. They dismantle H.Y.D.R.A.’s network within you, but nothing can take away memories, no matter how hard H.Y.D.R.A. tried, so it’s all well and good that the three smartest minds in the world cannot give them back either.
No one can burn off the feel of Bucky’s body against yours, but you can tell anyone who listens the shade of Jackie Kennedy’s suit the day her husband died.
.
You don’t tell Steve what has happened in the years you’ve been in H.Y.D.R.A.’s claws. He assumes and you nod to what is correct, ignore what is not. He still loves you. You can see it in the way he speaks to you, and you so desperately want to love a good, gentle man, who promises soft beds and warm food, but over the years, you’ve grown used to rough love and concrete against bare backs.
You stole those moments with the Winter Soldier, and you don’t want to give them back.
And that is the simple poetry of your shattered heart.
.
“Maybe we can try again,” you whisper as Bucky is frozen away. His body needs the rest, and you think it’s your turn to take care of Steve. Your memories aren’t in-tact, having withered away in the cold of Siberia, but you can try your best. That’s all any of them can do now.
Steve looks at you, hopeful and bright and lively, and it pains your heart to see him love you this much still, after all these years. He takes gentle hold of your fingers, your flesh fingers, and smiles in such a way that it nearly eases the ache in your soul. You think you say this because you’re trying. You’re trying to find something, and it’s either a way to relieve the guilt you harbor in your heart, or the comfort you think you once took in Steve’s smile.
His smile tells you everything will be okay, and you convince yourself into thinking, yes, perhaps it will be.
Steve holds your hand, leads you away from where you’d awoken, fixed in the ways that mattered, but you cannot help the second look back at Bucky as you exit Princess Shuri’s lab.
You tell yourself it’s easier when Bucky’s not around. It isn’t.
.
You want to fall in love with Steve again, like you did once.
He calls you firebug where the Winter Soldier had called you dragon, and loves you gently, warmly, fully. His kisses are what wake you up in the morning, and his hands match the warmth of a hearth as he makes you laugh, makes you smile.
He introduces you to the other Avengers, to his family, and you try not to act like you didn’t nearly kill some of them once. Steve doesn’t care, though. You didn’t know what you were doing, firebug, he tells you when you wake up from a nightmare in his arms.
How can you not love this man?
In your heart of hearts, you know why.
You don’t yearn for ocean blue eyes and golden hair. You don’t want the heat of summer, the blasting rays on a dry day. You don’t want the beach, the sand, the hot, humid air. Maybe you did, once, but not anymore.
You twist and turn in your sleep. The fire inside you is aching to be quenched, and you wish Siberian mountains stared back at you. You wish long, dark hair curtained you away from the world. You wish the Winter Soldier would come and save you from the fire inside you, instead of feed you tinder.
You wish you didn’t feel so guilty over loving Bucky so that you could love Steve instead.
.
It’s months later before they say Bucky can be unfrozen now. His body has healed, and his brain has bounced back far better than yours has. Something about how the experimentation with the Tesseract, the tests that’d given you your powers, has warped your chemical makeup and reacted to the treatment in unexpected ways. Your memories are lost to you permanently, but they can learn.
Bucky is better, memories in-tact, with all his personality and spunk again.
Meanwhile, you’ve gained nothing at all; fragments, pieces, mist that you cannot hold onto. All you have is every kill you’ve ever completed, every burnt corpse you left lying on pavement or dirt or grass, every time they set you down in that chair.
Bucky has the pain, but he has the pleasure too, and you hate him for it. All you’re left with is your guilt and your sins. The bitterness is so unexpected that it makes you throw up when Natasha asks if you want to see him.
You hate him so much. You hate him more than you thought was possible for a being. You hate him because you love him, and he deserves this, but don’t you deserve it too?
Wicked, a beast, dragon.
Jealousy is a green-eyed monster.
You don’t even speak except to ask T’Challa if he has something you can burn, because anything else you have to say is not something you should say in front of a king.
The King of Wakanda tells you there is an empty vibranium cave far below the surface, and takes you down there before leaving you alone.
You scream that it isn’t fair, to love, and to lose everything. It isn’t fair that Bucky can come back and you can’t. It isn’t fair.
It isn’t fair.
“Life isn’t fair,” Bucky says and you spin around to see him standing next to the door from whence you came. You hadn’t realized you’d said those words out loud. Or perhaps he’s read your mind, as he has before. “T’Challa told me where I could find you.”
“What do you want?” you ask warily, unsure of yourself around him. You aren’t keen to find out if the fire he can stir within you is willing to be ignited again. You’d long since told yourself it couldn’t be. That is a fire long gone.
But to see him here, now, before you in the shape of all the pieces you’re missing in yourself, makes you ache in ways you’ve never ached for anyone before.
If Steve is the sun; warm, reliable, bright and golden, then Bucky — the Winter Soldier — is a volcano; dark, unpredictable, full of molten fire and bursting with blazing heat.
And dragons love their fire more than they love the sun on their scales.
He reaches for you, but you back up just as quick, one quick word passing breathily between your lips. “Don’t.”
“Is it ‘cause you love Steve?” he asks softly, approaching you slower. Your eyes flicker from his attire to his face. You’re both startled deer, too scared to move but wanting to with every inch of your being. And you’re not sure if the direction is towards or away. “Because if you do, I… I don’t hold it against you.”
Here is the one person that made all of that bearable, and you swallow through the knots tied into your ashy throat. He can’t possibly think it’s fine for you to move on.
“Why do you care? You have your memories back so you can get on with your life.” The words come out stone cold, flat, hard hitting and Bucky blinks. You just hope they’ve hit your mark, because if he thinks you love Steve, he’s got another thing coming.
“My life has been you,” Bucky whispers and you turn away. You hate him so much. Hate him so much that it aches to even be apart from him. But you’re so happy for him, so grateful. You love him enough to be happy for him, but not enough not to be bitter about it. Love and hate are separated by a fine line, and you stand upon it in your broken mind. “It’s been you for decades.”
“I can’t even look at you,” you hiss, words unexpectedly poisonous. “You got everything back. I was just some lab rat. Like always. It’s not fair.”
The Tesseract. Threads of pure cosmic energy flowing in your veins. They can’t control you, but they can control your handler.
They send the Winter Soldier into your cell.
“It’s not fair. They cut off my arm. They burned me alive. They made me a monster. It’s not fair.”
He backs off, stung, and the space left by his body is filled with the cool, stale air of the vibranium mine. He lets his hands drop from where he had them raised — he was working up the nerve to touch you — like he’d expected this reaction, and when your eyes drag over to his wretchedly, you want to burn that soft, sad smile off his face.
“You deserved what I got,” he says. You watch the tiny twitches on his face, the little tics that let you know what he’s thinking. It used to be the only way you two communicated, and now, with so many words between you two, it’s one of the only things you understand. Tells you; helps you understand that the words he wants to say are not the ones he does. “You deserve to remember Steve, because he’s good to you. So when you walk up there, you choose him, you hear me? When you see the two of us, standing there, you tell him that you choose him.”
He looks lost, more an animal behind a cage than when he was the man muzzled by his handler. Everything numbs in you, and you can’t feel your fingers anymore as he regards you in a way that reminds you of an injured wolf.
“‘Cause you know I’m no fucking good for you.”
Each word is a punch to your gut, a bullet that tears through you, and you’re so empty inside that you take these words and try to make them fill up the space he’s left in you. You don’t even recognize he’s leaving, until you remember that he can walk away. There’s no one stopping him now, and there’s no one stopping you.
“Bucky—” A strangled noise leaves your throat in the shape of his name. He pauses from where he’s walking back to the door and you rush towards him. Your hands shake, fingers burning as you turn him around and touch his face. Your metal hand rests on his metal arm, and you’re reminded on why it was cut off in the first place. Two halves of a whole.
The Ghost and his Rage.
The Dragon and her Shadow.
Fire and Ice.
Two halves of a whole.
“Bucky, I don’t love him,” you whisper in a breath. The wind knocked out of you, you inhale sharply to try and calm your frantic heart.
“You should. He waited for you. You should.”
“But, I can’t. I want to, so badly, so fucking badly, but I can’t.” You cup his face, making him look at you, and you’re not sure where this bravery comes from, but you hope it stays. Although you have no memories left of who you are, you know your name, and you know the man who stands before you. You know the Winter Soldier, and the man beneath it. You’ve seen it in glimpses, seen it through the lightning haze.
“I love you,” he murmurs and his words brush against your mouth, leave you aching as he tucks a stray piece of hair behind your ear. “Love you more than anything. But Steve loved you first, so I can’t.”
“It doesn’t fucking matter if he loved me first if I can’t remember it.” His lips barely brush yours and you feel the twist of your stomach release. Sighing softly, you let your eyes roam his face freely, taking him in. This beautiful tragedy. This broken spirit that fits perfectly with yours. “It doesn’t fucking matter because I love you.”
“No—”
“Yes. You think you’re the only one who was tortured? It was me, too. And you were the only good thing out of it. You were there every step of the way, and you understand.” Your voice rises in volume as you dig a finger into his chest. “Fuck your code of honor. It’s stupid. I’m right here and I’m choosing you.” He ducks his chin to look at you, a spitfire in his arms, a volcano close to erupting. You’re burning hot to the touch, but Bucky’s never cared about that. He likes the pain.
“You are the only reason I’m alive right now, Bucky Barnes. You saved me, in so many ways. Even if you are the Winter Soldier, you saved me. So, don’t you dare tell me that because Steve loved me first, I can’t choose you, okay? I couldn’t choose anything back there. Who I killed, what I did, where I was, who I loved. Who I love.”
You sigh, out of breath and near tears, and Bucky feels a pang of guilt slam into him for making you shed tears. He has never wanted to hurt you, but he also remembers who you were, even if you don’t. That girl from the 40′s. His best friend. The girl who’d stitched him back up when he got too rough with the boys harassing Steve. The girl who’d chosen Steve. The nurse from Italy. His best nightmare in that H.Y.D.R.A. base.
“You don’t even know who you are,” he rasps and your finger on his chest slides until your whole hand presses against his chest. It trails up to his shoulder, to his neck where you feel his beating pulse, trace the shadows left on his skin.
“But, I know what I want,” you whisper, lips brushing his with every word, “and I just want you. Is that too much to ask?”
His hands have found your hips on their own, and trail downwards, feeling the shape of you. Your fingers curl against his face, brushing hair back behind his ear as his gaze searches yours. You pull down the neck of his shirt and his head falls forward, gasping for air as your lips find the cord of his neck, find the spot that makes him kneel.
“‘M no fuckin’ good for you,” he mumbles, eyes smokey and you feel him suck in a gasp as your hips press flush against his. The grip he has on your hips tightens and you pull his head back up to press a kiss against his mouth. He continues to speak against your lips, try to protest why this is wrong and you don’t want me, and it becomes messy as you lose yourself in the feel of him. He’s grabby and tender in a way he’s never been allowed to be before but all you want is familiar and familiar means rough, and quick, and you want it to hurt.
“Fuck, I can’t,” he breathes against your mouth. He draws back, panting heavily as his gaze tries to find an ounce of sense in yours. “I can’t.”
“Why?”
“Y’know I’m toxic. ‘M not a good man.” His voice is thick and cloudy, and rasps in a way that you imagine it sounds in the morning. You want to find out.
“Who the fuck ever said I wanted a good man?” you ask, and he stares at you for a moment before ensnaring your lips between his teeth. He takes hold of you, his tongue marking the inside of your mouth and your hand digs through his hair, tugging hard. His head jerks back, mouth opening wide beneath yours as he moans through your kisses. His hands work frantically at your clothes and you rip off his jacket, fingers undoing his belt with ease.
You know how to do this quick. You’ve had to steal these moments together for decades. There was always a time limit, always someone waiting on you, always something. But now, you have all the time in the world. Tugging his pants below his waist, you let out a quivering sigh as he presses wet, open mouthed kisses down your neck, onto your collarbones, everywhere. Your head tipped back, you allow him to hoist you up and his mouth works back up to your jaw.
Your whole body burns as he sinks to his knees, laying you down on the floor. He drapes over you, kissing your swollen lips, biting, teeth clinking, employing all the right moves, and all the right places ache for the Winter Soldier.
“Come here, Sergeant,” you croon, and your words get lost in a soft, fulfilling sigh.
Everything about him feels right and rough and hot in a way that ice burns you. In winter’s embrace, you indulge yourself with all the time in the world.
.
When the two of you leave the vibranium mine, there is an impression on the ground the shape of your back, cracks webbing from where something had slammed into a pillar, scorch marks and deep gashes along the dusty floor.
Natasha tells you that you have to pack. She doesn’t say anything about the dust on your cheek or the fact that Bucky’s neck is bleeding from the bite marks along his collarbone. It peeks out beneath his zipped jacket, and he tugs at it a lot. She also doesn’t say anything about the remarkably dirty state of your arms. Bucky hides his metal one behind his back. You pretend to dust yours off, and pick a rock off a crevasse between two metal plates.
Bucky shakes his head, and you adjust the collar of your jacket as you follow after Natasha to hide the fact you’re wearing Bucky’s shirt backwards.
He doesn’t say goodbye. You know he’s made a choice.
.
Life isn’t fair, his words echo in your head as you pack your bags. Coming back from the war was supposed to be easy.
Turns out, it’s the hardest part.
Bucky stays in Wakanda. You, and every other Avenger, head back to New York. Steve holds your hand, as you board the quinjet. Natasha sends you a dirty look, silently telling you to break it off.
“It doesn’t fucking matter if he loved me first if I can’t remember it. It doesn’t fucking matter because I love you.”
You tell Steve it’s over a few weeks before Thanksgiving. He nods, as if knowing, accepting. You aren’t that girl in the 1940s, and he isn’t that boy anymore.
Times have changed, he says with a shrug, trying to hide his hurt, just wish it didn’t have to.
You smile sadly, and agree. You give him time, so you spend Thanksgiving alone besides the dinner the Avengers hold, and tell yourself the space is good.
.
There are so many times you almost text him, Skype him, ask him if he still remembers you.
The only time you give in is the day after Thanksgiving, where you tell Bucky that Steve knows.
“Steve knows the truth. He knows I’m not that girl anymore and there’s no hope for her to come back,” you say in more elegant words. “I know you think there’s still some sort of code between you two, but I hate that I’m the reason you’re away from your best friend. I’ve been telling myself space is good, but I think the two of you have had enough space. I’m not part of the picture anymore, Buck. Happy Thanksgiving. I’m always gonna be grateful for you.”
He doesn’t respond. You delete the message from your phone.
.
On Christmas Eve, you hear his voice for the first time in months from the audio clip he sends you at 6:01 PM. It’s Christmas in Wakanda, and he wishes you a Merry Christmas. It’s seven seconds long, but you play it over and over again until you fall asleep.
You dream of fire and ice, and wake up screaming.
Steve asks if you’re okay through your door. He still loves you, the devil on your shoulder sneers. Why? Who could love a monster?
“I’m fine,” you croak. “Go back to sleep, Steve, or you’ll catch Santa.” You hear him chuckle a bit as you slide back under the covers.
You wake up to the smell of sweat and burnt cotton. Your pillowcases have holes punched right through them, smoking on the edges. You ask Wanda if she can patch the holes up, make some new pillowcases for you for Christmas.
She smiles sadly at you, pushes the pillows down from your tear-stained face, and says that there are some things she can’t fix.
.
“You’re getting worse, huh,” Natasha says, joining you for your latest insomnia drink. “Have you called Barnes?”
“It’s not like he’ll call me back.”
“That bad?”
“I don’t blame him. We’re no good for each other,” you rasp. Your vocal cords are torn and shot, and you hope the honey tea is your remedy. “It’s fucked up. What we have, Nat, it can’t be fixed. We won’t ever be what we want to be.”
“Yeah,” she agrees, pulling out tea leaves for her own mug. “Doesn’t need to be hard, though. All you gotta do is shift your expectations.” Her eyes meet yours as she leans on the counter. She smiles, and you wonder how you’ve ever gotten so close to the woman Bucky put a bullet through. “Call him.”
“Why?”
“Because every time I see you, you look like you’re two seconds away from stealing a quinjet and flying to Wakanda yourself.” She pours hot water into her mug. The smell of chamomile and lemon linger in the kitchen. “And he misses you more than he needs to breathe.”
.
On your first New Year’s Day in New York, you send Bucky a text wishing him a happy new year. Nat tells you to take a leap. It is, after all, a new year.
I’m still afraid, Buck, that someone’s gonna come tear you away from me, even though I know you’d never let that happen. We’re all sorts of fucked up and unhinged and broken, but someone told me that the only thing that’s stopping us is our expectations.
We’ll never be some fucking perfect couple who gets everything right and I’m just coming to terms that that’s okay. It’s okay if you’re not a good man, because who said I was a saint?
We both hid under that bridge. We both hid in Romania. We know we can make it work and I know all we gotta do is try.
I miss you, Buck, and I love you. I hope you’re having a good day, and maybe it’s selfish, but I hope you’re thinking of me, too.
The firecrackers popping outside your window, you hear the cheers of New York City celebrating the ball dropping as you hit send. You wait, fingernails tapping your phone as you wonder if he’ll respond this time.
He sends a text telling you to go to bed.
Then another, telling you he loves you, too.
And lastly, one final text, the morning after, on January 2nd.
Romania was the best years of my life. Somehow, we lived in domestic bliss for a solid twenty-six months before Steve found us, and I gotta tell you, waking up next to you, brushing your hair, going to the library, the simple little things are what burn the brightest. We made it work, and I know we can, again, but you shouldn’t be willing to try.
You deserve better, even if you insist that you don’t.
You’ll tell me I have to come to terms with that fact, and I know that, because for some god awful reason, you’ve chosen me.
It’s hard to even read out. We’re split by oceans, and you’re still out there, choosing me over some guy who doesn’t remind you of your past.
Shit. It’s hard to move on without you, and I don’t want to try anymore. Space has only made everything go from awful to more awful, and I think we need people in our lives who can actually think rationally.
Thank god for that someone on your end, huh. Lowering your expectations is a solid strategy.
Happy New Year, dragon. I’m boarding a jet as I send this to you, but I’m hoping the next time I tell you these words, it’s in person.
I love you.
-Bucky xx
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Punk
Punk: A Captain America Fanfic
Buy me a ☕
Character Pairing: Steve Rogers x F!Reader
Word Count: 2648
Warnings: Smut (M|F, Oral and Vaginal sex)
Synopsis: Steve Rogers falls for the punk girl from next door. Maybe you have more in common than appearances would have you believe.
A/N: Normally when I do a reader insert I try and make the reader as physically a blank slate as possible. Sometimes I slip up a little by saying they put on Steve’s shirt or he runs his fingers through her hair or that she blushed. But I do usually try not to do any of that so you can put yourself physically into the reader. This is not the case with this one. @abigailredgrave and I actually hashed this out for a while. Part of what appealed to both of us with this concept was huge straight-laced Steve with a tiny punk girl. So she has a lot of physical descriptors. I have tried to be racially ambiguous still. But you are going to have to pretend you’re skinny and 5′1 and covered in tattoos. Sorry if that’s off-putting. I would normally only do that with OC’s but we decided on Reader for this.
Also, this was written before Black Panther and Infinity War so it’s based on a post CW world that doesn’t exist.
Punk
Steve sits sketching at his desk. The only light in the room coming from the dusty desk lamp next to him and the bare bulb hanging from the ceiling in the living room where Bucky lies on the couch reading. The stray tabby cat that had decided to adopt him sitting on his chest.
They’d been on the run for several months now. They’d settled in Canada, but even though Canada had been one of the countries not to sign the Accords, they were still playing it low key. Not venturing out too far. Only trusting select people.
He heard the drumbeat first and smirked. He remembered how annoyed he was the first time that asynchronous sound drifted through the walls. How he’d lain in bed holding his pillow over his ears, cursing under his breath. How eventually he’d cracked and stormed next door only to be greeted by you. 5’1, spiky pink hair, arms covered in sleeves of tattoos, dressed in a men’s shirt that fits you like a dress that had ‘The Ramones’ printed on the front. You’d been brushing your teeth and as soon as he’d asked you to turn it down you’d apologized profusely.
“Oh hey! I’m so sorry, man. I thought that apartment was empty. I’ll keep it down from now on.” You’d said as you’d stared up at him, toothbrush still in your mouth.
The following day you’d shown up dressed in a leather jacket, torn black jeans, boots and a leather collar around your neck. You had donuts and coffee for him to apologize. When you’d seen that Steve was living with Bucky and neither of them was fully clothed as they went about their morning routine, your first assumption was they were together. When you’d asked Bucky had laughed at you.
“With this punk? He’s not my type.” Bucky had said.
After that Steve had just found himself drawn to you. It made no sense. You were nothing like him. You were everything he wasn’t. Small and fearless. Ready to stand up for yourself and anyone around you. Colorful and social. He couldn’t get enough of you.
“Sounds like she’s home!” Bucky calls out.
Steve gets up and wanders into the living room. “I should tell her to keep it down.” He says.
“You gonna ask her out this time?” Bucky asks, looking up at Steve. His hand absentmindedly going to going to the cat’s head and giving it a scratch. It flexed its front paws and started purring loudly.
Steve rolls his eyes. “Like she’d be interested in me at all. What do we have in common?”
Bucky bursts out laughing, disturbing the cat. It jumps off his chest and runs under the couch. “Steve. If you were born a girl in the nineties she is exactly who you would be. She is more you than you are because you always tried to act respectable and she’s just ‘fuck it, fight me’.”
“But…”
“But, nothin’, pal. So she has tattoos and dies her hair and she’s small. Did you forget you were small once too?” Bucky says.
“I didn’t get tattoos or dye my hair,” Steve says, hunching his shoulders.
“Stop making excuses,” Bucky says simply. “You know she turns that music up so you go over there right? She stopped doing it for a whole week and then when you didn’t come ‘round she started doing it again.”
“You think?” Steve says. He’s hopeful, but also terrified. He hasn’t dated. He doesn’t know how to do it at all. Let alone in this world. Let alone with you.
“I know. Now go tell her to turn it down.” Bucky says.
Steve heads over and knocks on the door. You were waiting for him and when you open it you just launch yourself into his arms. “Stevie!” You squeal as he closes his arms around you, completely enveloping your tiny frame in his large one. “Is the music too loud? I’ve been to a concert and my ears are all blocked. You ever get that?” That isn’t a lie, but that isn’t why you have the music up. You know it draws him over.
“Sometimes… not normally from music though. Once it was from aliens.” Steve says as he lets you go.
You head to your stereo, switching it off. “Your life is crazy.” You say. “You wanna drink?”
Steve chuckles. “You’re talking so loudly. But yes. I’ll have a drink.”
You go take a beer out of the fridge one for you and one for Steve. He opens it and drinks. Sometimes he questions why he bothers. He doesn’t love the taste of beer, and he doesn’t get the added effects most people get when they drink it.
“Hey so, I know it’s not your thing. But there’s a club in town. They’re having a 70s punk revival night tomorrow. Some people put my name down on the door. You wanna tag along?” You ask.
Steve freezes like a deer in headlights. He does want to go with you somewhere. But he couldn’t think of a place where he’d be more out of place. You take a swig of beer and assess him as he internally weighs up all the pros and cons of saying yes.
“Nah, dude. Never mind. It’s not your thing I get it.” You say when the pause seems to be getting uncomfortable.
“No. No, it’s okay.” Steve says, quickly. The sudden fear he’ll miss the only opportunity he gets rushing in on him. “I’ll go.” He takes a long drink of the beer. “Tomorrow?”
You light up. “That’s wicked good. I’ll come get you. At say; eight? We can get food first.”
That’s how you and Steve end up on your first date. You walk the street together towards the club. You with your leather cuffs and jacket. Your thick black boots and your torn black tee and jeans. Him in his tan pants, sensible shoes, and light blue shirt. To his credit, he’s also wearing a leather jacket, but it’s tan too.
You couldn’t look more different if you’d aimed to.
When you both get to the club you give the doorman the name and he lets you in, you’re walking through the door when Steve gets stopped. “Where do you think you’re going, bub?”
You turn back to see the bouncer with his hand on Steve’s chest and Steve looking at you helplessly.
“Hey, what are you doing? He’s with me?” You snap, puffing your chest out.
“Yeah, well I guess you’re not going in either. Because Grandpa isn’t getting through that door.” The bouncer growls.
You shove yourself right up in the guy’s personal space. “Are you fucking kidding me? He is with me! My name is on the list!” You shout up into the guy’s face.
Steve shifts nervously watching you. Really not wanting to make a scene. Not being able to afford to make a scene.
“You wanna try something, little girl?” The bouncer growls, shoving you backward. You raise your fists about to launch yourself at him when Steve’s arms wrap around your waist and he drags you away. You struggle, legs kicking.
“Please stop,” Steve says, firmly. “I can’t have the police come. Do you understand that?”
You nod, taking a deep steadying breath. “That can’t just treat you like that because you look different.” You seethe.
He turns you to face him and caresses your thumb with his cheek. “Bucky was right.” He says.
Your breath starts to steady and you look up into his blue eyes. “About what?”
“He said you were just like me. You are so much like me.” He smiles, the corners of his eyes crinkling. You reach your hands up and put them around his neck, pulling him down to you.
“This is kinda fast for me.” He breathes, his lips are so close to yours. Not saying it because he doesn’t want it. Just because he feels it needs to be said.
His words startle you a little. You’re so used to guys just taking what the want. Rushing you. To hear this is not his norm is surprising. “Do you not want it?” You ask.
He answers by pressing his lips to yours. You had both expected just a brief touching of lips. It becomes so much more. Your lips part and tongues meet as they both try to access the other’s mouth. He pulls you hard up against him and you card your fingers through his hair.
Your skin feels hot, but not as hot as Steve’s. He realizes that in this moment he wants you. He’s been with other women before. But normally in the past, that happened after spending countless hours together. Usually working. He’d never just gone out and immediately wanted to go home again for sex.
You pull back and look up at him. “We did dinner. Do you want to just go home?” You ask.
Steve swallows and nods. You take his hand and get in the first taxi that will take you. In the back seat, you’re all over each other. Kissing and running your hands over each others body. You sneak your hand to his cock and feel him, hard and straining against his pants, before he takes your hand and moves it away.
When you get back to the apartment block, you rush upstairs taking two stairs at a time. You get to your apartment and scramble to unlock the door as Steve kisses your neck. Once in, jackets are shed. There is no illusion about coffee or watching Netflix, or any other reason why you should be here. You want each other, desperately.
Steve pulls your shirt off over your head and you start unbuttoning his. You get impatient and tear it. Buttons pop off and shoot across the room. Steve growls and lifts you off the floor pushing you against the wall. Kissing you hard. You wrap your legs around his tiny waist and he grinds his cock against you. You both moan at the friction of your pants pushing against your most sensitive spots.
“Fuck, Steve. I need you inside me.” You moan. You head falls back and he starts sucking on your throat. It makes you moan louder and your cunt starts to drip for him. Steve pulls back, a mark already forming on your skin.
“Say that again.” He growls. His cock aches. He wants nothing more to have it buried deep into your pussy. To feel your heat and wet squeezing tightly around him.
“I need you inside me. I need you to fuck me, Steve.” You mewl.
Steve grunts. No one has ever spoken to him like that before. His cock throbs in his pants. He carries you wrapped around him in the direction of the bedroom. He set you on your feet and you unhook your bra and turn around to take off your jeans. You do it slowly, wiggling your ass in his face.
Steve groans as he takes his own shoes and pants off. But it’s not just that you’re teasing him. It’s everything about you. Your tiny, feminine frame. The sleeve tattoos that continue down your back and curl around your waist, finishing at your hips only to take up again on your thighs. How bright your hair and skin look. With all the colors that don’t normally feature on a person naturally.
He drops his pants and boxers and steps out of them. Bucky had insisted he take protection with him. Steve had tried to tell him that he wouldn’t need it, he never moves this fast. But Bucky wouldn’t stop hassling him until he did. So he fishes the condom out of his wallet and rolls it on.
“Take those panties off,” Steve growls. He can’t even quite believe these are words coming from his own mouth. You look over your shoulder and smile at him before slowly dragging them down.
Steve approaches you and starts tracing along your tattoos with his mouth. He kisses the path they make on your back. His tongue flicks over your skin. As they loop back around to your stomach he turns you and you fist his hair in your hands.
He reaches your pubic mound which is when the tattoos stop, only he doesn’t. He tips you back onto the mattress and spreads your legs. You squirm as you anticipate what’s coming.
Steve spreads your folds with his fingers and flattens his tongue, lapping up your crevice. As his tongue slides over your clit you moan. He repeats the process again, getting intoxicated by the scent and taste of you. It makes his cock throb and leaks in the condom. He places large open mouth kisses on your pussy. His mouth is able to cover all of it in one go. You arch on the mattress and he presses a hand on your hip bone to hold you down.
He sucks on your clit and pushes two fingers inside of you. You start to beg. You beg for him to stop torturing you. To let you come or to at least start fucking you. You beg for his dick.
He doesn’t stop what he’s doing though. As much as he wants to. As much as your words make him want to come even before he’s inside you. He keeps sucking and biting on your clit. His tongue flicks over it. He counters by dragging his fingers on the walls inside you. It all feels amazing and you’re close just poised to break when he finds your g-spot and presses hard against it.
You scream out and buck violently under him. Your orgasm tears through you. He pulls his fingers from inside you but his tongue keeps working on your pussy as you ride out your orgasm.
He stands and you both crawl up onto the bed. Him stalking after you. He kisses you and you cling to him. Your fingers digging into his back. “Say it again.” He whispers. “Beg me for it.”
He presses his cock against your pussy and starts sliding it up and down. The head presses against your clit with every forward thrust.
“Please, Steve. Please. I need your dick. I need it inside me.” You whimper. “Give it to me.” The last phrase isn’t begging, it’s ordering. He complies and he enters you.
You gasp and arch up as your body stretches to accommodate his girth. “Oh fuck... Fuck yes.” You cry.
He starts to thrust, moaning at the way your pussy feels squeezing around him. The heat and softness paired with the ridges and the way the muscles expand and contract. Milking his cock.
Your body is almost enveloped by his. You bite at his shoulder and wrap your legs around him as he curves his back to reach more of you with his mouth. He kisses along your collarbone and sucks at your nipples. You dig your fingers into him as he brings you closer and closer to the edge again.
“Steve… I’m gonna… Oh fuck… can I?” You babble.
He looks down into your eyes. “Of course, sweetheart. I want you to.”
You arch back and your core clenches as your second orgasm sweeps through you. The pulse of your pussy brings him over with you. And he empties inside of you.
As his cock stills, he slips from within you and pulls off the condom, throwing it in the trash. He settles on your bed beside you, and you curl into his chest with his arm wrapped around your waist.
“I told Bucky that I was absolutely not going to have sex with you,” Steve says, kissing your forehead. “That it would be too soon. I am not going to hear the end of this am I?”
You laugh and nuzzle into his neck. “From that punk? I doubt it.”
#steve rogers#steve rogers x reader#captain america#captain america fanfic#fanfic#fanfiction#reader insert#smut#punk
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Take A Bite
This is for Honey-Bee-Holly’s challenge, congrats Doll!
Prompt: “Watch it doll, I just might have ta bite ya.”
Warnings: Smutty,smutty,smut,smut. Very slim plot. All consensual.
Pairings: Alright….I make no apologies. This is MCU/MCU.
A/N: This is a reader insert. Normally I try my hardest to leave the reader’s features vague, but in this you are blue. For all intents and purposes, you have the exact same power as X-Men’s Mystique. Your gender is arguably open for interpretation but heavily leans to you being a female!reader. (The smut is all M/F)
Inspiration: This gif
Shoulders back, head up, blank look, and powerful walk. If you displayed enough confidence nobody ever asked anything in this building.
The pantsuits this chick liked to wear weren’t your favorite, but they were part of the SHIELD getup all the female agents were inclined towards.
You rolled your eyes as you stepped in the elevator. Maybe next time you would pose as someone who could enjoy a little femininity in their outfits.
The elevator came to a stop at the specified floor and you walked out into the SHIELD branch office inside Stark Tower. The receptionist glanced up at you but didn’t stop as you walked back towards Sharon Carter’s office.
You sat down in her chair and flipped her blond hair behind your shoulder. Of course, her computer was of no use. You weren’t a tech genius and didn’t have a clue how to hack it. But one of the great things about organization’s like SHIELD was they were so terrified of being hacked they almost always kept paper copies of the most important documents.
After studying the association, the last few years, you began to suspect Carter was higher ranking than she let on.
When you pulled open the desk drawer you felt around the hitch at the top and took out the key to the file cabinet.
You wondered if Director Fury would discipline her if he knew she stashed a spare key in such an obvious spot.
You spun around in the chair towards the massive file cabinets. It took a second to pop the key in place and voila, they all opened for you.
A smile spread on your face, wishing you had all day to go through every inch of paperwork, but for now you needed to focus. Did they have anything on you? Did they know you existed?
“Knock knock.” The words were accompanied by two taps on the door.
You spun and looked up to see Steve Rogers standing in the doorway.
“Good morning Sharon, you’re here early.” He crossed his arms as he leaned against the doorframe.
“It’s going to be a busy day.” You sat up in the chair. “Can I help you with something Captain?”
You’d surveyed all of them enough to know Steve Rogers was direct and had a packed schedule himself.
“No.” He pushed off the door and walked into the office. “Thought I would check in on you, keep some tabs, see what you’re up to.”
It seemed like his chest was puffed out.
“And what are you up to Sharon? Cleaning out files?” He walked towards your open drawer. “Is it spring cleaning already Sharon?”
You didn’t like how he kept using the name of the person you were pretending to be.
“No sense in maintaining old records.” You smiled and kept your posture perfect, confidence went a long way with everyone. “When I make a big enough pile would you help me carry them to the shredder?”
You stood up and grabbed Steve’s bicep, well aware the two of them had some pseudo-relationship at some point. This was far from your first trip inside SHIELD and these people kept tabs on everything.
“Sharon you flatter me.” He brushed his fingers to yours. “But I want to help you with more than brawn tasks. Why don’t you tell me how you’re pulling the files, Sharon, then I can help you sort Sharon?”
You bit the inside of your mouth and moved your jaw, a tick of your own, not of Sharon Carter’s. The man was making you nervous. Were you on their radar? What were they going to do to you when they found out? You didn’t want to display a crack in your confidence.
“Perfect.” You nodded. “I could really use the help, but I realized I forgot to grab a coffee. I think I’m going to head back to the lobby. Can I bring you back something?”
“Nonsense.” Steve reached over you, as if he were about to give you a hug, the action almost made you topple back into the chair.
“What are you…” Before you could get the question out you heard the click of a receiver.
Steve stood back up again and handed you the phone.
“Why don’t you order some? Have it delivered?” He was inches from your face with a huge grin. “You remember how to do that, don’t you Sharon?”
You were found out. There was no doubt. You were strong but strong enough to take out Captain America? Your best bet was to find a way out of his line of sight.
You tried to back out, but your knees hit the chair and you stumbled again. Steve reached out and grabbed you, supporting you and you steadied yourself.
“Watch it doll, I just might have ta bite ya.” He tiled his head to the side, his face still displaying the mischievous grin.
“Wait…” Your adrenaline started to drop. This wasn’t right. You weren’t found out.
“Who are you?” You blew a puff of air and put your hands on your hips.
“What do you mean?” The person wearing Steve Rogers took a step back, losing the grin. “I’m Captain America of course.”
“Watch it doll? I just might have ta bite ya?” You shook your head. “I’ve interacted with him a few times, he would never talk like that at work.”
“He uses the name doll all the time.” A corner of Steve’s mouth turned up as he leaned back against the desk. “And who are you? Because Sharon Carter would never wear those heels.”
“This outfit is an exact copy of one she wore two months ago.” You knew it was silly to get into this debate and had to keep focused. “Obviously you’re not with SHIELD or you would’ve busted me already, so can I get back to work so I can get out of here?”
“What is it you’re looking for? Maybe I can be of some assistance.” Steve raised his eyebrows and you realized how stupid it was to even think this was the real Captain America. None of the mannerisms were down.
“I work alone.” You tilted your head towards the door. “Either you leave or I will.”
Someone walked by the outside of the office.
“Oh hey, you two are here early.” General Rhodes stopped in the doorway. “Did you go to the gym already?”
“Umm, yes.” Fake Steve nodded.
Whoever this guy was, he was an amateur and you decided to have some fun with him.
“Captain Rogers was telling about the time he saved an entire platoon during the war. It is a fantastic story, the detail he remembers is astounding.” Now it was your turn to give a mischievous grin.
“Oh yeah?” Rhodes walked in.
“It’s a long one though.” You touched Rhodes’ shoulder. “I already heard the first ten minutes and I forgot my coffee. Captain start over for the General, would you? You’re going to laugh so hard when he gets to the part about the kitten.”
“I’ll bite.” Rhodes leaned against Sharon’s desk. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard a story with a war kitten.”
“Oh, um it’s not really that great of a story.” Fake Steve started scratching his head.
You used the opportunity to strut out of the office. Shoulders back, head up and into the elevator.
While intrigued that there was another shifter out there you were more annoyed this morning was a bust. Plus you didn’t get the chance to close the files cabinet and put away the key, mixing that with Rhodes seeing Sharon could end up problematic if he felt like mentioning seeing her this morning.
Odds of that were slim, but the open file cabinet would mean moving the key. It wasn’t like you didn’t know where the master one was, but that was going to be a pain in the ass to get.
You weighed your options while the door to the elevator closed. Sharon hadn’t done you that well today so as you let out a sigh you changed your form to another powerful blond who wouldn’t raise any flags in Stark Tower.
Before the elevator moved a bell dinged at the door opened again. A familiar face stepped on with you. He even had on the signature duster and eye-patch.
“Ms. Potts.” He nodded his head.
“Director Fury.” You smoothed out the dress Pepper was wearing, much prefer this to the pantsuit.
The door shut and you road down in silence for a few floors.
“War kittens?” He folded his arms and looked over at you. “Really?”
“You ruined my morning, figured it was the least I could do.”
“Come now Darling, these people don’t even know you exist. No need to behave so paranoid and search their files.” Fake Fury turned to you. “I, on the other hand, am far too aware of your existence, but I have yet to determine your true identity.”
“Good.” You tried to fight the smile, but it crept forward. “I plan on keeping it that way.”
“Who are you?” Fury wasn’t even trying to sound like him. “Tell me. Please.”
“Someone who is smarter than you.” You let out a little laugh.
The gruff face looked offended.
“Sharon Carter is out of the office today and Pepper Potts is fast asleep from hosting a gala late last night. Nobody is expecting to see them but it wouldn’t raise any questions if they were spotted. Steve Rogers and Director Fury are both in the building, so all you’re doing is attracting attention.” You reached out and cupped fake Fury’s face as his mouth hung open. “There’s an art in impersonation. One you don’t understand.”
The elevator came to a stop on the bottom floor. You walked out, sliding your hand down their cheek in the process. The morning was starting to pick up as the lobby filled. You glanced over your shoulder expecting to see a dumbstruck Fury.
Instead, there was a robust security guard with the same look, his eyes glued to you. You couldn’t help yourself and gave a wink before turning around, putting on Pepper’s sunglasses and strutting out into the busy New York city streets.
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Wearing another’s form was like wearing clothes for you, some were more comfortable than others. When you were alone you preferred your own self. Since your image could transform with outfits you assumed your true form was as close to being naked as it got, but to you, clothing was just an extension of oneself and you did that often enough.
So you stayed naked and blue, sitting cross-legged on your couch channel surfing. It was the stereotypical New York apartment, tiny and expensive, but it was actually yours. That never stopped you from taking vacations as the rich and famous, but here in your loft, you had no problem being yourself.
Besides, if any peeping Tom looked in on you they would probably be more frightened by the blue scales than the nudity.
You wondered if fake Steve/Fury was blue too. If you had met under different circumstances you might have asked, but interfering with your business was no way to introduce themselves. You sighed, giving yourself a mental kick for not closing that file cabinet.
The other shifter said SHIELD knew nothing about you though. You would like to believe the shifter but they were so sloppy. There was zero chance they gathered any real intel with their method. You bit the inside of your cheek, confused how they found you out though.
A knock on the door broke your thoughts. You popped up and in a second your scales flipped to make your appearance mimic the extra on the background of the television show you were watching. She was tall, curvy, dark-skinned with dark brown eyes. The outfit she wore showcased her breasts and that was exactly what you wanted.
“Coming.” Your voice changed to mimic hers as well.
Sometimes when you transformed into a person this beautiful you wondered what you would look like if you were just a person. Of course, you had your preferred form that felt natural, but there was no way to tell if that was really you or not.
You gave up obsessing over that long ago though. You realized you were wearing the heels too and wondered if you were overdoing it for the pizza delivery guy. Then you glanced down and got another look at your breasts. You gave them a squeeze through the gold dress and decided it was worth it.
Plastering a fake smile on your face you flipped the black hair behind your shoulders and pushed your tits out further. This form was hot enough you were going to get that free pizza before you even had to scam the guy.
“Well, you got here quick.” You yanked open the door to see a gun pointed between your eyes.
The form didn’t matter, you grabbed the wrist and twisted it away. The assailant walked into your apartment and tried to smash their other arm down on your shoulder. You stepped out of the way and let them go as you lifted your foot and kicked them in the chest, heel and all.
They slammed into your refrigerator with a clink. You readied yourself in a defensive stance and noticed the sound came from metal hitting metal.
He lunged at you, but you ducked down while the silver arm missed and through his body forward. His brown hair swinging as he turned around and lifted his leg to kick you. There was a black mask across his mouth and smudged liner around his eyes.
Your adrenaline flared when you realized you recognized him from your recon work. It was the Winter Soldier. The worlds deadliest assassin.
The two-second pause cost you as his leg swung down to your ankles, knocking you to the floor with a sweeping motion.
His human hand grabbed your throat and he raised his metal had to punch you, but your reflexes kicked in. You did a kip and found yourself on your feet, then brought your foot down on the back on his neck, slamming him to the ground.
You ran for the door, knowing escape was your only chance, but before you got it cool metal grabbed the back of your neck and pushed you forward, closing the wooden panel and slamming you against it.
His other hand came forward and twisted the lock, keeping you inside your apartment. You wouldn’t give up though. Heel and all you curled your leg up and bent the knee before slamming it back into his gut.
“Ugh.” He tumbled and grabbed his stomach, maybe heels were a good choice after all.
You lifted your leg, ready to slam it down on his neck, but his hand jutted out and grabbed your ankle. He ran forward and pushed your back against the door, effectively making you do a split while standing, one leg on the floor.
All this time you were so nervous about the Avengers figuring out who you were you turned a blind eye to Hydra. No way would you be taken alive by them. You tried to head butt the Winter Soldier, but he veered left.
Your hands were still free and you chopped at his side, knowing the side of your hand could be as powerful as a punch.
“Ouch.” He dropped your leg and put pressure on his side.
Now you had the chance to use your forehead and didn’t hesitate to knock him down. He stumbled and you brought your foot to his neck, pressing him into the fall so he landed flat on his back.
You stood above him with your heel pressed down on his neck, your fists ready for attack.
The man looked up at you with a huge grin and started slow clapping.
“Well done darling.” The assassin pulled his mouth cover down. “You truly are a treasure, but I doubt someone who looks the way you do is interested in a pizza night in. Why don’t you show me who you really are?”
Your chest was huffing in and out. It had been years since you had a fight like this and your endorphins were through the roof. Besides, you had some questions for the other shapeshifter.
“Show me yours and I’ll show you mine.” You pressed your heel down harder on his neck.
“I’m impressed you manage to keep your panties on as part of your change.” The fake Winter Soldier tilted his head to look up your gold dress.
He was no longer a threat, so you lifted your foot off of him and rolled your eyes as you stood straight.
“Of course, if you’re wearing gold maybe you prefer the company of royalty.” King T’Challa popped up from the floor.
He walked towards you and you fell back against the door, cursing yourself for not watching the transformation.
“Would you like to kneel for your king?” The Black Panther leaned forward and put his arms on either side of his head as he looked over you.
The man was beautiful, and his lips were centimeters from your face. It was your fault you missed his transformation and were intrigued, so you let your image change.
“I prefer brains and beauty over status and fancy suits.” Your image flipped to the petite Wakandan whose brains barely fit inside her small statute.
“Wow.” T’Challa moved his face back. “I’m not sure how I feel about a brother-sister combo.”
You tilted your head to the side and smiled up in your Shuri imitation.
“Well, what did you have in mind? Outside of breaking into my apartment and attacking me after ruining my workday?” You over exaggerated your blinking.
In the midst of trying to be cute his form switched and you pressed your head against the door, shocked you missed the change again. He was much faster than you.
“Maybe the two smartest people in the universe belong together.” Pale eyes looked straight at you since he shrunk with the latest change. “Think of the scientific discoveries.”
Bruce Banner was never one that you paid too much attention to, but being this close to him, whether it was real or not, made you pause to study. The face was perfect.
The imposter used your lapse of judgment to lean forward and press his lips to yours. When was the last time anyone kissed you? Images of being on your own personal missions and using intimate exchanges to gather knowledge excluded. Someone was actually kissing you.
You opened your mouth and invited his tongue to play with yours. The way he moved into you felt better than expected and you brought your hands around his neck and pulled him in closer while you brought your leg around his waist.
His leg came behind you and knocked out one of your knees, causing you to slide down, but his hand was on your back and he lowered you to the floor without making your head smack. There was no way that was possible given the properties of physics.
The idea jarred you to reality. This wasn’t someone kissing you. This was Bruce Banner kissing Shuri. If he was capable of bending the laws of time and space, he was more powerful than you. You were intrigued, and wanted to keep this going.
Your skin flipped again. Now you were much taller, your hair had a grey streak and you made sure your outfit choice came with the signature cloak.
The change made your partner pull away, but still Dr. Banner looked down at you.
“Are you a wizard?” You expected him to stop the romantic entanglement now that you were male.
Instead, Bruce’s smile grew as he pushed back your fluffy hair.
“The way you change is beautiful.” His lips went back to yours.
Even in Dr. Strange’s body you found excitement in his touch and let his tongue slide into your mouth.
Wearing the suit of a man was too heavy for you. Their extra parts always felt awkward, so your skin flipped again. This time you let your cheeks turn Scarlett.
Fake Bruce pulled away just in time to watch you switch.
“I’m not a wizard or a witch either.” Bruce placed a light kiss on your lips. When he pulled away your eyes widened. Now Hawkeye was above you. “And as much fun as this is, I want to see the real you.”
His change was too quick. He wasn’t like you. Wizard or witch this was coming to another place. Before you could think of a way to respond his lips were back on yours. This time your interest was too peaked and you rolled over with no resistance.
You sat up to see Clint Barton underneath you still. You tilted your head to the side and examined him, looking for anything out of the normal.
Anytime you took a break it was used against you and Clint’s hands were on Wanda’s shirt. You rose your arms as he lifted the fabric from your body. The Scarlet Witch did have fantastic breasts and you had no problem showing them off.
Instead of it being a show fake Clint ran his hands up them and they had real feeling. You tilted your head back as one of his arms went behind you and pulled you forward, bringing his nipple into your mouth.
Had anyone touched you in this way ever? Did it matter it wasn’t you?
“As beautiful as you are right now, I’m certain the real you is even more charming.” Hawkeye sat up and flipped you over so he was on top of his back. “Put me out of my misery. Show me.”
“I’m nobody.” You were at such odds with your identity it was almost a real answer.
His eyes danced over you before he moved down and started kissing your neck. You moved your head to give him easier access and wished you hadn’t bothered to transform into anyone wearing clothing.
You tried to thrust your hips against his, but he pulled away. Now the face of Sam Wilson looked down at you.
“Why be someone when you can be everyone?” He grinned at you with the million-dollar smile only Falcon had.
“You’re not playing fair.” You grabbed the bottom of Sam’s shirt and yanked it over his head.
The moment gave you the opportunity to change figures again. This time while his shirt shielded his face.
“Agent Hill.” Sam bit a lip and glanced down your body. “I’m glad you kept the shirt off, but still not the real you.”
His hand went to your stomach and snaked down until it got to the top of your pants. He gripped the waistband and pulled, sending the buttons flying and breaking the zipper in the process. Your hips picked up from the floor with the movement and he slipped them off.
“Regardless of the form, you feel, don’t you?” Falcon ran his hand up one of your bare legs. “This is real, not an illusion?”
His hands got to the top of your thigh and you let out a gasp when his fingers kept moving. It had been so long since anyone touched you like this.
“Even though I’m touching Maria, it is still you who gets the pleasure?” Sam ran his finger up your slit.
You moaned, not needing the foreplay.
“I’d like to meet the person I’m actually touching though.” He pushed his hand back down and a finger circled your entrance. “Figure out what they really like.”
“What about you?” You shot up from the floor and put your hand on his shoulder. Rolling so that he was on his back and you were straddling him. “Are you real? Or is this just you messing with my mind?”
“Oh, I’m real.” A dark haired blue eyed man looked up at you. “They say ladies always go for a guy who can make them laugh.”
“Thanks for keeping the shirt off.” You dropped your hands to his waist and started to undo the pants. “I hear Scott Lang likes to play with ants.”
You pushed yourself up and yanked down his pants as your image flipped again. This time you grinned down at him now in the form of Aunt May.
“Oh, you are cheeky.” Scott looked up at you with a huge smile. “And as much as I love an older woman and this fantastic body, I’m willing to bet yours is even better.”
Scott’s hands went to your hips and he pulled you down on top of him. You reached behind yourself and fisted his cock. Playing this little game was making you extra horny, regardless of form. It appeared he was enjoying himself as well since he was rock hard.
“Tell me, when you change shapes will the size change as well.” You squeezed his dick and licked your lips at the same time.
“That piece of anatomy is all mine.” Steve Rogers was now the one you were straddling.
He pushed you back a little and pulled his cock forward so that you were right above him.
“Maybe we could give these two the love story they never got.” As you lowered yourself onto him you image flipped into Peggy Carter.
“Ahhh,” you both moaned at the same time as he pushed inside of you and you lowered yourself down at the same time.
Steve kept his hands on your hips, but he didn’t take the lead as you started to ride him, rocking and rolling your hips.
“I think Cap is a little too gentle for a girl like you.” An arm wrapped around your waist as Tony Stark sat up, pulling your chest against his. “I’m willing to be you like it when someone else takes control.”
Tony started flexing underneath you, using his hand to pull your body back and forth at a fast rate.
You draped your hands over his shoulder as your clit brushed against him with each movement, the position giving you the ability to grind down on him.
“Maybe you deserve someone whose out of this world.” You skin flipped again and this time you pushed Gamora’s forehead against Tony’s.
“I’m not familiar with this one.” Tony looked surprised, but he didn’t stop moving rocking you up and down while you ground on top of him.
The pressure was starting to build and you let out a moan.
“Then let’s stick to everyone’s favorite.” Again your skin flipped and the bright red curls were in front of your face.
Tony buried his head in Nat’s chest and started licking your nipples. It made you pick up the pace as your mouth hung open, the need in your belly growing stronger.
Woosh! You weren’t sure how he did it, but you found yourself on your back with him buried deep inside of you.
“I see everything, but I can’t see you.” Vision’s maroon skin was too tempting and you let out a gasp as you pulled him down for a kiss.
Vision kept slamming into you and your orgasm was coming. You tried your hardest to roll your body with his, chasing after the need while you moaned and panted.
The movement was enough and the coil in your belly sprung free. You cried out and through your head back. The pleasure making you lose any sense of focus. You couldn’t hold onto the image of the black widow and your skin fluttered away.
Your partner grunted and gave a final deep thrust. You felt his cock convulse as your eyes rolled back into your head. He collapsed on top of you and it took a moment to form any coherent thought.
“Beautiful.” The weight above you moved. “The most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen.”
Your eyes opened and you looked down at your blue skin. It was too late to try and hide, but you didn’t know whether to believe what was in front of you.
“And you?” If this were his true form it made sense.
“In the flesh.” The demigod pulled his cock out of you making a reminder of pleasure shoot to your core. “Oh, we are going to have such fun together love.”
You didn’t know how to respond, especially when his fingers started tracing your curves.
“I’ve changed my mind.” Loki leaned over and looked you in the eyes. “ Why should you be anyone when you can be you?”
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West Wing Quote Challenge
I think I have watched The West Wing about 4 times. It has become one of my favorite shows. It has some of the best quotes. And I really wanted to do a challenge while I was watching. But I had the Disney Quote Challenge and didn’t feel that was right. So here is my West Wing Quote Challenge.
Here are the Rules:
1. You can only use the characters I have listed. No Peter Parker (except in the case of Superfamily). No Bucky Barnes or Sebastian Stan. I am not in any way, shape or form attracted to Sebastian Stan. So I won’t read it.
2. Send in an ASK with your character choice and quote. You can double up but no more than two people per prompt and they have to be different characters. Once a prompt is full I will cross it out.
3. If your story is more than 500 words please use a read more. I will not reblog any story that does not have a read more.
4. The preference is reader insert. You can do OFC just let me know.
5. No angst unless it has a happy ending. No cheating fics either.
6. When you post please tag me and use the tag #west wing quote challenge.
7. THE MOST IMPORTANT RULE!!! HAVE FUN!!!! Cause that is what writing is all about.
8. Due Date. I dont have one yet.
Characters
Steve Rogers
Tony Stark
Stony x Reader
Stony
Stucky x Reader
Rafael Barba
Jim Kirk
Leonard McCoy
McKirk x Reader
McKirk
Robb Stark
Aaron Hotchner
Eomer
Chris Evans
Quotes
1. I want this back in the cardboard box it came in. I don't want to see you or talk to you 'til that's done. 'No way' is not an acceptable answer. 'I tried' is no longer an option. You started this thing, and you're gonna damn well going to finish it with either a blue ribbon or a great big deafening silence.
2. "Never Doubt That A Small Group Of Thoughtful Committed Citizens Can Change The World."
3. "I Have Wit, I Have Charm, I Have Brains, I Have Legs That Go All The Way Down To The Floor, My Friend."
4. About a week ago I accidentally slept with a prostitute.
5. "Decisions are made by those who show up."
6. One last thing: While you may be mistaking this for your monthly meeting of the Ignorant Tight-Ass Club, in this building, when the President stands, nobody sits.
7. My father gave this to me, and his father gave it to him, now I’m giving it to you.
8. Watch this.
9. Person A: If you were in an accident, I wouldn’t stop for beer.
Person B: If you were in an accident, I wouldn’t stop for red lights
10. Person A: What are you holding?
Person B: [Name] said you liked goldfish.
Person A: The crackers. The cheese things you eat at parties.
11. Just stand there in your wrongness and be wrong and get used to it.
12. How tall are you? I can’t believe we are the same species.
13. I drink from the keg of glory, Donna. Bring me the finest muffins and bagels in all the land.
14. Person A: When you flirt with me, are you doing it to get something ? Person B: No.
Person A: Why are you doing it?
Person B: I'm doing it to flirt with you.
15. Why is there hugging?
16. "So, if I'm gonna jump off the cliff, and you're gonna get pushed off the cliff, why don't we hold hands on the way down?"
17. There is no such thing as too smart. There is nothing you can do that is not going to make me proud of you"
18. "You don't have the power to fix everything... But I do like watching you try."
19. "Your wife's beautiful, too. How'd you get her to marry you? Did you trick her or something?"
20. "Happiness is my default position."
21. The only thing you ever had to do to make me happy was come home at the end of the day."
22. "Can I assume from your total silence and blank faces that you're all with me?"
23. "No, I did not. Let me be perfectly clear I did not do that. Except...yes, I did that."
24. "I don't know what kind of salad it is, I'm eating a salad, okay? I'm doing it, do I have to know the names? There's no difference between them, it's a bowl of weeds! Some of them have cheese, this isn't the kind with cheese, does that answer your question? "
25. "Nature, like a woman, will seduce you with its sights and its scents and its touch, and then it breaks your ankle, also like a woman.
26. Can I have a couple of aspirin or a weapon of some kind to kill people with?"
27. Person A: "I'm just going to change my shirt."
Person B: "You look bad. You're tired. You slept in the office. It's Friday. Go home."
Person A: "Why?"
Person B: "Because I think you're putting too much faith in the magical powers of a new shirt."
28. There’s literally no one in the world I don’t hate right now.
29. You're a smart savvy woman who could easily consider world domination for a next career move.
30. There’s no one in this room who wouldn’t rather die than let you down.
31. We should organize a staff field trip to Shenandoah what do you think.
32. I didn’t realize babies came with hats.
33. I’m sorry to be rude but are you a moron.
34. So it’s ok to have sex in a hotel but not my apartment.
35. I want us to talk because I like the sound of your voice.
36. With that, I’m going to get a cupcake.
37. I embrace the cold. I luxuriate in the cold. I fight the cold with more cold.
38. You really think we have a secret handshake, dont you?
39. I’m telling your mother, you forgot where she lives.
40. Everytime you talk, I hear that sound that plays when pac man dies.
41. Person A: If they find out you’ve been there I’m going to shove a motherboard so far up your ass.
Person B: Technically, I outrank you.
Person A: So far up your ass.
42. I need some pie.
43. You know I could beat you up anytime I want to sir.
44. Well, you go girl.
45. My problem is I want to jump him when he says things like that.
46. Ignore him. The rest of us do.
47. Just once in this job I would like to end the day feeling as good as the day started.
48. Pumpkin patch, is there anything I can do to get you to go to the movies for eight hours?
49. “My getting killed would be bad enough, but that is not the nightmare scenario. The nightmare scenario, sweetheart, is you getting kidnapped.
50. You are a very powerful and handsome man.
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Forever? - nomad!steve rogers x reader
anon requested #25 w/nomadic steve, but didn’t specify so i filled in the blanks :,) hope u enjoy!! also warning, crappy ending bc i don’t know how to end my writing 🤪
“we could stay like this forever.”
“we’d be pretty old by then.”
side note: i absolutely love soft steve inserts :(
side note 2: i’m working on the list of requests! apologies if urs comes later than expected <3
masterlist.
The events that had followed the war between the Avengers was a blur. Naturally, you sided with Steve, even if it did cost you to get thrown in with Sam, Clint, and Wanda. Soon enough though, you all were able to breathe fresh air and scatter like cockroaches, unable to escape the crimes you and your team friends had made. But here you are, staring at the beautiful landscape laid out in front of you in complete bliss without a care in the world.
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Footsteps echoed through the hall, a small smile lifting the corners of your lips as you turned, your eyes immediately being submerged in Steve’s blue ones. His beard had definitely grown out more, fitting the new rogue look he now sported. You smiled fondly at him, his cerulean gaze gazing back at you with equal love. Steve’s hand rose to your cheek, cradling it softly before leaning in to connect your lips with his.
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His free arm snaked around your waist, pulling you closer into him as his lips meshed with yours into a soft, intimate kiss. The blonde haired man pulled away slightly, his eyes closing as he leaned his forehead against yours. A comfortable silence was strewn over the pair of you as your stood there in each other’s embrace, that is, until you broke the silence.
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“The view is astonishingly beautiful, Steve.” You told him, prompting him to open his eyes, his thick brow quirking slightly as a grin ate away his soft expression. He released you, his gaze traveling from your face to the skyline, surveying the view you both had. Steve murmured an agreement before taking your hand in his, interlacing your fingers as he gently tugged you towards your shared bedroom.
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Immediately, you fell into the plush comfort of the king sized bed, a content sigh falling from your parted lips. The bed felt just heavenly. Steve pulled at his shirt, tugging it off and offering it to you with a content smile. You grinned at him, peeling your shirt off of your body and slipping to his easily. The warmth and smell it brought was comforting— much more than the bed you were currently on. As he laid down, he pulled you down with him, bringing you into yet another long but sweet kiss.
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As much as you loved tasting his lips, you pulled away with a nervous smile. “You know Steve,” you began, glancing at anywhere but him. However, his blue irises stayed trained on you. When he sensed your obvious nervousness, his warm hand enclosed over your hand as he gave you a reassuring smile. “We—.. We could stay like this.. forever.”
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Steve didn’t look taken aback by your comment, but he seemed more than welcomed to the suggestion. His face even tinted a light shade of pink, though it quickly faded as confliction spread across his face in waves. Just when you were going to tell him to forget the thought, he looked up at you with pure bliss, a toothy smile showing.
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“We’d be pretty old by then,” he responded cheekily, his eyebrows lifting slightly. You grinned in response, leaning down to give him a chaste kiss on the lips before laying down beside him. His pink tongue started out to wet his pair of lips, a sigh of content leaving him as he wrapped an arm around you. The look he gave you made butterflies float in your abdomen. Who knew that even after a couple of years, this man would still be giving you the jitters? “I’m already old enough as it is.. but I wouldn’t mind spending forever with you.”
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A blush arose to your cheeks as you shared another chaste kiss before you both snuggled up together, your eyes closing. Only seconds past before a hurried banging thudded on the door, the handle turning and the door opening wide to reveal a distraught, blonde-haired Natasha and a worried Sam.
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“Vision is in trouble.” She announced, her gaze flickering between you apologetically. You and Steve shared a look, but didn’t complain. Duty called.
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Hello!
If you’re new here, I’m Jaws, and I write stuff. I only do x male reader/gender neutral fics. Below are some of the fandoms I write for, but expect this to be edited often.
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My blog is for male/gender neutral content. I mainly want to provide content for spaces where it’s lacking.
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⭐️ Marvel
Tony Stark / Iron Man
Steve Rogers / Captain America
Natasha Romanoff / Black Widow
Thor Odinson
Bruce Banner / Hulk
Clint Barton / Hawkeye
Loki Laufeyson (female form/genderfluid Loki included!)
Carol Danvers / Captain Marvel
Gamora
Mantis
Drax
Wanda Maximoff
Pietro Maximoff
Vision
Bucky Barnes / The Winter Soldier
Sam Wilson / The Falcon
Doctor Stephen Strange
Scott Lang / Ant-Man
Hope Van Dyne / The Wasp
T’Challa / Black Panther
Shang-Chi
Yelena Belova
Kate Bishop
Matt Murdock
Foggy Nelson
Karen Page
Shuri*
Peter Parker* (Tom!Spidey only; I’m not familiar with Andrew or Tobey’s versions atm)
Michelle Jones*
Ned Leeds*
Wade Wilson / Deadpool
Miles Morales*
Spiderverse!Gwen Stacy*
⭐️ Stranger Things
Steve Harrington
Billy Hargrove
Nancy Wheeler
Robin Buckley (Enby/GN inserts ONLY unless platonic)
Jonathan Byers
Eddie Munson
Chrissy Cunningham
Eden Bingham
Will Byers*
Mike Wheeler*
El Hopper*
Max Mayfield*
Lucas Sinclair*
Dustin Henderson*
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