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shiftwithjane · 1 month

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what i scripted in my modern stranger things DR

i smell vanilla and bacon when i know i’m in my DR/when i arrive

i’m social media famous/an influencer in my DR {look it’s always been my dream to be an influencer, so don’t judge me okay}

my dad is an NBA player and has been since 2003, and he plays for the Indiana Pacers, and my mom is just a stay at home mom

since my dad is in the NBA he makes a shit ton of money, so my family is extremely rich HAHA

that i make a lot of money doing social media

i have a four year old brother

scripted that my family and i moved to hawkins the summer before my 6th grade year, and that eddie and i were in the same grade, but i graduated in 2022 and he didn’t (obviously, he is in his third senior year currently like in the show)

i used to babysit the kids with nancy when they were really little, like when will and mike were 6 lol. i continued to babysit them with nancy until we both got really busy with school and other things, but we did it every now and then, and then steve took on the role (we love mama steve!! but we helped out too, but he kinda became the main one)

i scripted that nancy and i used to play DnD with the kids when were little, but then stopped once I got to high school and became super busy and nancy stopped when i stopped.

that the byers still live in hawkins and they never moved to california (and they don’t plan on it)

that hopper and joyce’s relationship is like it is in season 3 right now

that hopper looks like he does in season 3 in my DR {i know he clearly doesn’t look like that in season 4, but whenever i imagine hopper, it’s season 3 hopper}

that argyle moved to hawkins to live with his uncle for a fresh start his sophomore year (i said this because he told jonathan he was his only friend in season 4 and it made me so sad :( so i scripted that’s why he moved to hawkins for a fresh start)

that nancy, robin, jonathan, and argyle are all seniors and 18. steve is 19, and eddie is 20.

that starcourt mall is there, and it will never get burned down.

that steve and robin still work at scoops ahoy, because there are like no family videos anymore, and with it being 2024 and having all these streaming platforms there is no reason for a video rental store yk? i’m still debating if i want them to wear their sailor uniforms, or just script they wear a company shirt and still wear the hat, but they can wear jeans and stuff😭

that angela moved to hawkins for her dad’s job and goes to hawkins high so i can rip her ass a new one🤪 {i would like to see her TRY and get me arrested}

that my uncle is the hawkins high varsity basketball coach {i’m gonna introduce y’all to my family in my DR and it will make since once you see them lol}

i live in loch lora {aka the rich neighborhood in hawkins}

that hawkins will never be put in danger

that the upside down doesn’t exist, and it will never exist alongside none of the creatures and monsters from the upside down existing

following up on two things above, anything that has to do with the plot will not happen, because i’m not planning on shifting for the plot of the show, because that shit is honestly so scary, and i would be petrified

that argyle will work for another pizzeria since he is on the east coast and there is no surfer boys pizza

that i’m 5’7 {i’m really 5’4}

that i have my ideal body in my DR {disclaimer, it’s just a couple of things that i wish were different in my CR. like for example, i have a flatter stomach, but bigger boobs, and a bigger butt LOL. i’m working out so i’m in the process of getting my ideal body in my CR so i thought having it in my DR would be motivation when income back here. i know this topic can be controversial, but i just wanted to clarify}

i do not have a celebrity face claim, i’m just myself (no hate to anyone who does!)

i’m best friends with all my favorite influencers

that i moved to los angeles full time with my family after i graduated, and now we are back in hawkins because my dad’s NBA contract expired with the lakers and he got offered to come back to the pacers, so he took it, but i still travel back and forth a lot between the two.

that i have naturally straight hair {it’s have naturally curly, and it’s a pain in the ass}

that eddie and wayne live in a nicer, two bedroom trailer

that eddie works at a record/music shop in town, and that he also busses tables at the hideout. (and sells drugs like in the show for the extra cash) {the bussing tables comes from flight of icarus, but i scripted he gets paid for it unlike in the book. i also haven’t finished his book, but so far i have chosen what i want to believe is canon}

i will be making a intro to my DR family, and some of the stuff will make since for who they are if you have seen the show :)

i will also be making my part 3 to my DR bedroom today, so be on a lookout for that. sorry for that one being late, i went to the dentist again thursday for more fillings and i did not feel like posting afterwards. this is just a little filler, but i will make more post like this on what i have scripted, because that’s what did really well on my old shifting account on tiktok but i can’t get back into that :(

*i script on notion*

#reality shifting #shifting #shifting community #shifting mutuals #shiftblr #shifters #shifting antis dni #shifting blog #shifting realities #shifting consciousness #shifting motivation #shifting script

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youre-a-total--poser · 2 years

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Gone Missing Part 2 (Request)

Warnings: Stranger Danger, Tony, My horrible late-night writing. Anymore let me know Age: 12 Word Count: 1.561 Requests: Open Summary: You set out on an adventure to find your dad but you didn't get very far. Requested by: Wattpad user Date: 04/07/2022

Part 1

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As one car stopped you didn’t have much hope that these people spoke English either.

“Are you okay, sweetie?” The woman in the passenger seat asked. “Are you lost?”

“Do you know the way back to New York?” You asked.

“Honey, to get to New York you will need to get a ferry to the mainland and a plane to New York.” The woman told you then she got out of the car and a man got out too.

“Where are your parents?” She asked kneeling to your level.

"My daddy is in New York and my mama is in a trailer somewhere around here.” You explained.

“Do you remember where about this trailer is sweetheart so we can take you back to your mama?”

“No I can’t remember I just want my daddy, I want to go home.” You cried.

“It’s okay sweetie we’ll help you get home. Can you tell us your name?” The woman asked.

“It’s Y/N.”

“Good job, Y/N, and do you know your last name?”

You nodded “it’s Rogers.”

“You’re doing amazing." the woman smiled “I’m Caroline and this is my husband Clint.” She pointed over at him and he was on the phone

“I have an uncle named Clint.” You smiled.

"Is he back home with your dad?” Caroline asked.

You nodded.

“Y/N, what’s your dad’s name?” Clint asked.

“Steve.”

“And is his last name Rogers too?”

You nodded You heard Clint repeating what you told him over the phone.

“And what’s your mom’s name?”

“Natasha."

“Great and is her last name Rogers as well?”

You shook your head “it’s Romanoff."

Clint and Caroline shared a look then she looked back at you.

“Are you sure those are your parents' names sweetie?” Caroline asked which you nodded.

“She’s claiming that her parents are a couple of the avengers,” Clint said down the phone.

“How old are you?” Clint asked.

“12."

“12.” He repeated.

"Okay, thank you, bye," Clint said then he hung up the phone and walked over to you and Caroline.

"We've just to wait here the police will be here soon," Clint told his wife.

"The police but I haven't done anything wrong I just want to find my daddy." You worryingly said taking steps back.

"No sweetheart, you're not in any trouble the police will help you find your dad," Caroline explained trying to help calm you down. "Why don't we go wait in the car?"

You nodded.

As you followed her to the car everything that your parents told you about stranger danger was gone. These people said that they would help you find your dad and that's all that you care about

After Caroline helped you into the car she turned around to speak to her husband.

"You'd think being an Avengers kid she would be more protected and guarded not just allowed to walk around the streets at night and know to not just get into some stranger's car," Caroline whispers.

"That's what makes me think that maybe she's from one of the local orphanages or something," Clint whispered back

"Yeah." Caroline sighed then she got into the back of the car and sat beside you.

"I bet you must be so scared right?" Caroline asked.

You shook your head. "No, I'm not scared."

"Honey you don't have to be brave all the time you know. It's okay to be scared."

"Yeah, I know my mama said that to me all the time when she and my daddy left."

"Did they leave you a lot?"

You nodded. "Yeah, but they always come back to me. Well apart from this time. It's been over 2 weeks and he still hasn't come back. Mama says soon but she never tells me when 'soon' is. I'm starting to worry that something happened to him. That's why I need to go to New York to make sure he's okay."

Caroline put her arm around you and rubbed your arm. "I'm sure he will be okay. Who knows maybe right now he is coming here back to you and your mama."

"I really hope so." You sighed

You rested your head on Caroline's shoulder and you tried your absolute hardest to keep your eyes open but you just couldn't anymore and you ended up falling asleep ---⧗---

Natasha continued to pace anxiously around the trailer waiting for Steve. She hadn't sat down once since she got off the phone with him.

As he walked through the door Natasha instantly ran into his arms and sobbed.

"I'm sorry I brought our baby out here to protect her and I ended up losing her." Natasha cried.

"it's not your fault honey it's mine." Steve softly spoke rubbing her back. "I should have been here with you both was stupid of me to not go with you when you asked. Please forgive me?"

Before Natasha could reply her phone started ringing. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and the caller ID read 'Tony Stark' she answered the phone and put it on speaker.

"Hello?"

"I just got a call from a police station in Norway they said that they have Y/N there," Tony said.

"What police station?" Steve asked.

"Sortland." He replied.

"Thank you, Tony."

"I don't understand how you could lose the kid she is always clinging on to you."

"Yes thank you, Tony," Natasha said then she ended the call

"Come on let's go get our girl," Steve said holding out his hand which Natasha took and he led her to the car that was parked out front.

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As Natasha and Steve hurried into the police station and over to the front desk.

"Hi, we're looking for our daughter Y/N Rogers," Steve said.

The young man behind the desk sighed and walked away without saying anything.

A few moments later a woman walked out of a door.

"Excuse me Mr and Mrs Rogers if you'd like to follow me I'll take you to your daughter." The police officer said.

They followed her into one of the back room and was only met with a male officer.

"Where's the kid?" She asked him.

"She said she was going to the bathroom." He looked at his watch. "About 20 minutes ago."

After searching the entire building and checking the security camera footage you had been seen walking out of the building.

"Come on she couldn't have gone far," Natasha said grabbing her husband's hand and dragging him back out to her car.

Your parents and 4 police officers started searching for you.

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You looked around town trying to find an airport or even a train station. You came across many bus stops but you didn't want to go on them and end up anyway being even more lost than you were now.

You heard footsteps coming towards you and when you looked up the same officer who took you to the police station before was running toward you. You went you run away but there was another officer behind you who stopped you.

The woman had her hands on your shoulders to stop you from running again and the man walked off to the side and said something on his radio.

"It's okay sweetie we're going to help you." The woman said softly.

"I just want my dad you promised he'd be there but he wasn't."

"Yes I know but..." the woman began to say just at that moment the one person who would calm you down started walking up the street behind you.

"I can't help you but maybe he can." The woman pointed to someone behind you.

You turned around and your face instantly lit up

"Daddy" You shouted

You ran over to him and he started jogging over to you when you both met in the middle he lifted you up in his arms and you wrapped your arms around his neck. He held onto you so tightly afraid to let you.

"I was so scared that I would never see you again I just wanted to find you but I ended up getting lost myself." You cried

"It's okay honey I've got you now. No matter how lost you are I'll always find you."

You felt a hand on your back you turned your head and it was your mom.

"I'm so sorry I left please don't be angry with me." You said hiding your face in your dad's shoulder.

"I'm not going to be angry at you sweetheart I'm just so relieved that you're safe," Natasha spoke softly rubbing your back and placing a kiss on your cheek.

"Come on then time to take my two favourite girls home," Steve said putting his arms around Natasha.

After Steve had thanked the police officers he took you and Natasha back to the trailer.

You had fallen asleep in the car on the way there and when you woke up the next morning you were lying in bed in the middle of your parents. A small smile appeared on your face as you looked at them. This is how it should have been the last two weeks. Both your parents by your side, not just the one.

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grey-sides · 1 year

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I posted 3,786 times in 2022

That's 3,213 more posts than 2021!

645 posts created (17%)

3,141 posts reblogged (83%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@chrisbitchtree

@mari-wrongway

@mykingdomforasong

@lazybakerart

@jassmarie19

I tagged 2,908 of my posts in 2022

Only 23% of my posts had no tags

#stranger things - 1,860 posts

#harringrove - 1,283 posts

#billy hargrove - 784 posts

#art - 721 posts

#steve harrington - 452 posts

#greye talks - 358 posts

#fic - 163 posts

#rb bait - 106 posts

#greye writes - 99 posts

#anon - 84 posts

Longest Tag: 133 characters

#and it's a midwest thing in that people in the midwest in general drink more than people on either coast for loads of complex reasons

My Top Posts in 2022:

626 notes - Posted April 27, 2022

Don't think about the guilt that was probably eating Billy alive which made Vecna target him. Don't think about how he probably blamed himself for his mama leaving because he became just as violent as Neil in his effort to protect her. Don't think about how he probably thought he was a disappointment to her and that's why she never came back. Don't think about it.

769 notes - Posted July 26, 2022

Argyle is hands down the kind of boyfriend to say he would still love someone as a worm, immediately. Zero hesitation. He's already building a little habitat for his worm-partner.

793 notes - Posted August 2, 2022

Like of course Billy died to protect El, a girl he didn't know. Yes, he protected his mother as a kid but more importantly- he was a lifeguard!

He became a lifeguard likely after either lifeguarding in California or seeing lifeguards. And if he was at the ocean, he was accepting even more risk to lifeguard than he would at a community pool. But they're both still risky jobs!

Billy worked in a relatively dangerous job to help people in a town he said he hated, of course he stood up to the Mindflayer for El. (He probably also did that to try and exact his own revenge)

But! The point stands that the young man was a lifeguard and it may have been for sex appeal, but character wise it's because Billy likes being a protector.

1,491 notes - Posted July 28, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Obviously the shower scene and the basketball scene and the fight scene are unparalleled. But my favorite harringrove scene doesn't feature Billy at all. It's when they pan down to Steve's feet to show him digging his heels in and planting his feet to fight the demodogs after Billy told him to. The poetry, the panache, breathtaking.

1,686 notes - Posted May 22, 2022

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ciaran-beat · 5 years

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aw lil ray of sunshine ✨💛

i have an unhealthy obsession with the stranger things cast okay

#stranger things #joe keery #mama steve #steve harrington #sunkist #yellow #aesthetic #stranger danger #sunshine baby

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buckyownsmylife · 3 years

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Finding You #1 - Steve Rogers smut

The one where Steve finds you

When you end up being transformed into an omega without any understanding of what it entails, five Alphas find themselves responsible for your well-being. Guess it’s only expected you’d take care of them too, huh?

Main themes of this part: outdoor sex, sex with stranger, outdoor sex, knotting. For general warnings and author’s notes, please go to the fic’s masterlist.

Special thanks to @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog. This series seriously wouldn't exist without you.

It seems ridiculous to say it now, but truthfully - my mom always warned me not to go out alone, especially in the woods. As a kid, I felt this weird, almost mystical calling towards nature, and so most afternoons would find me running around the trees in our backyard - our little cottage luckily placed right before the beginning of our town’s forest.

Or so I felt about it, of course. As I grew older and became accustomed to hear her constant sermons about wandering too far off into the green embrace of mother nature, I eventually came to understand where her worries came from.

Our forest was inhabited by strange men, so was whispered in bonfires, gossiped around the streets when the town gathered together to distract themselves at some carnival that rolled around overnight. They had been born amongst the trees, where they were raised, and where they lived until now. They were wild and dangerous, more animal than men, and it wasn’t unusual for unsolved crimes in the neighboring villages to be attributed to them.

And still, no officer was brave enough to wander into the woods and bring these vile men to justice. They just allowed them to remain there, living like beasts, until the day they were caught dirtying their souls for the crimes their hands committed.

As a child, I’d heard of such tales, of course - but only the tame version that was repeated night after night when my mom tucked me in for the evening and tried to get through to me so I wouldn’t venture into the forest anymore.

“It’s dangerous,” so was the moral of every fable she had ever told me. “And you should always do as your mother said.” As the only family I had ever had, I hated to be confronted with the knowledge that I was hurting her in any way, but still, I couldn’t avoid it. My feet would always take me towards the edge of the forest, and the only conclusion I was ever able to draw from her retelling of the animal-men was how great it must have been to grow up amongst the trees.

It was only once she fell ill that she was finally able to get a promise out of me. “Yes, mama,” I still remember repeating, sitting on the edge of her bed and holding her fragile and trembling hand between my own. “I won’t wander off into the woods anymore. I have to take care of you.”

And so I did. For a month I didn’t venture into the unknown, and I didn’t even have the time to miss it, too worried about my mother to consider escaping towards the trees. But then came her funeral. For another month, I just stared out into the woods, trying to decide if I should honor her memory or follow my heart. There was no one waiting for me at home anymore, no one to miss me.

No one to worry about me.

I ended up in the forest one month and a day after my mother’s death. To make it even worse, it was night and I ventured into it deeper than I had ever been before. I didn’t mind if I didn’t come back, there was nothing left for me at the house I grew up in, or in the town where I was born.

I didn’t even have any tears left to cry.

Looking up at the full moon, I took a moment to close my eyes and breathe in the smell of pine and wood, paying special attention to the gentle sounds of the animals getting ready to sleep. How I wished I was one of them, able to hide inside the trunk of a tree and make a room for me there, live forever surrounded by the green that I loved.

Suddenly, the sound of leaves crinkling underneath a footstep pierced through the calmness of the night. I turned around in surprise, trying to see if it was coming from behind me, but couldn’t see far into the shadows to figure out if it was a large animal or a squirrel.

I remained frozen for a few seconds, but no other sounds disturbed the gentle chirping of the crickets. Sighing in relief, I turned back once more, only to find a man right before me, head tilted as he took in my presence like I did to him.

Perhaps I should have started to tremble in fear right then and there, but the truth was - I didn’t. Even though his frame was significantly larger than mine, even though his biceps bulged as we stared at one another, even though he could easily kill me without any repercussions whatsoever… All I could do was admire how handsome he was, with his blond hair and blue eyes. For a few seconds, I considered if I had run into some sort of angel or mystical creature.

“Hello?” I risked greeting, and he just blinked at me, almost as if he hadn’t heard me. Then, all at once, he crossed the distance between us, taking my face between his hands and pulling me to stand on my tiptoes so when he leaned down, our lips could connect.

My eyes widened before I told myself to close them, for whatever reason not feeling like shoving him away as he forced his tongue into my mouth. It’s not like I’d be able to do that, anyway - he was easily much stronger than me. When he finally let me go, after I became dizzy from the lack of oxygen, I observed that he actually towered over my height, the difference in size between us as evident as the contrast of the bright moon against the night sky.

It made my underwear dampen - not only the fact that this very attractive stranger had his tongue inside my mouth, lapping my taste as if he was parched and my lips had the only solution to his problem, but the way he made me feel so small.

“I’m Steve, by the way,” he breathed out against me when we parted once more, eyes still closed when I gave him my own name. That had him opening his eyelids to set his gaze on me, but if I was expecting to get lost in the blue of his eyes, what I saw then shocked me.

It wasn’t that they had darkened, no - it wasn’t just that. It was that his pupils had all but disappeared, leaving his bright hues to set on my frame and spark shivers of anticipation. I trembled in his arms again when he repeated my name back to me, seemingly fascinated by the syllables that formed it.

“Tell me, Y/N,” he asked, hands still cradling my face when he tilted his to take me in. “Are you an angel?” I couldn’t help the giggle that escaped me as I realized he had thought the same as I had when my eyes set on him.

“No, sir,” I confessed, to which he inhaled deeply. It was only later that I realized he was breathing me in, taking in my scent. At that moment, I was too busy realizing that he was trembling, exercising an enormous effort to hold himself back from doing something.

“That makes me feel better about what I’m gonna do.”

He took me right there, in the middle of nowhere, my dress torn to shreds with a flick of his wrist when he pounced on me until we were both rolling on the dirt. He ended up on top and I was in my stomach so I never got to see him taking off his clothes - I just assumed he did because the next thing I felt was his member stretching me out, forcing me to take every inch of him in my tight channel.

Perhaps I should have screamed to beg for help or for him to stop, but all I could think was that it felt too fucking good. His hand on my skin felt too fucking good and when he ran his hands over my body, I just wanted him to keep me in his arms and never let me go.

My cries were lost to the woods, swallowed by the trees, taken as offerings by the forest. Not because of the pain of being split open like this, by something as long and thick as his cock, but because of the overwhelming pleasure each snap of his hips gave me, a pleasure I had never known before.

With each thrust, I felt something changing within me, like I was becoming more his than my own. The thought thrilled me to no end. I closed my eyes when the bliss engulfed me, welcoming me into its warm embrace and warning me of a life where I’d never feel sated without it again. My hands scratched the ground, collecting some dirt in my closed fist when I tensed, and behind me, I heard his groans before I felt a thickness at the base of his member, where we were connected, penetrate me with a pop.

He let his weight rest on top of me and I felt comforted by his presence, even with the unfamiliar feeling of a warm wetness filling me, his now somewhat expanded member leaving me inflated and incapable of moving.

So we stayed there in silence. His hands still roaming over the flesh he could explore until I felt his breath against the shell of my ear. It almost sounded like a regretful sigh and I found myself hoping he wasn’t regretting this.

“You’ll have to come with me now,” he informed me, biting my shoulder gently enough not to leave a mark. All I could do was nod. I didn’t know where he was taking me and where that would lead me, but I did know I wanted to learn whatever it was that this man wanted to show me about his life.

My eyelashes fluttered when I closed my eyes to rest against my arms, hoping to catch my breath while we remained stuck there. What I hadn’t anticipated was to end up falling asleep still in his embrace.

#my series #steve rogers smut #steve rogers #smut #alpha au #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers reader #steve rogers reader insert #steve rogers reader inserts #steve rogers fanfiction

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alirhi · 3 years

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okay. let's do this shit.

Guess what, bitches? Mama bear's back and angry all over again. Remember when I said I might dive into a ragepost about how Bucky's treated after completing the one about Loki? This is it. This is the post. Welcome to fucking Thunderdome.

I will actually try to keep it civil. No promises, but I'll try. and I will not be accepting "constructive criticism" about my rage. Just so we're clear.

Got it? Good. Let's dive in.

In case you don't want to read the whole thing (I know I get wordy) here's what this whole post will boil down to: BUCKY NEVER HAD A FUCKING CHOICE. NEVER. NOT ONCE IN HIS ENTIRE ADULT LIFE.

Now, quick reminder: I don't read comics. I know nothing about Bucky's comic canon, except what Sebastian liked to bring up as often as possible during TWS/CW promotions: at some point, Bucky boned Nat. XD Since Bucky only exists as a Marvel property, I won't be bitching about other source material being disrespected like I did with Loki. This is all MCU, my dudes. And honestly? That's enough, because though we don't see nearly enough of Bucky for my liking, we do manage to get a rich, deep backstory to him in the material we're given, partly thanks to better writing in the early days of the MCU, and partly thanks to Sebastian Stan's phenomenal acting. Unlike the writers of the Loki series, Seb knows how to show, not tell. And gods, what stories those eyes show...

Let's start with the army. In an old post illustrating what an absolute BAMF Bucky Barnes truly is, I mistakenly said he enlisted, and a kind soul educated me on the incredible attention to detail Marvel used to pay - in this case, Bucky's ID number. 32557038. As this kind, eagle-eyed soul pointed out to me, the first two digits of that number - 32 - signify that Bucky was drafted, specifically from the NY, NJ, DE area (that last part is rather obvious, as Bucky and Steve are from Brooklyn lol). Bucky didn't choose to go to war. He was drafted. He was forced to fight, or go to prison.

Bucky was born in 1917, which means - again, as someone pointed out to me a while back - he came of age during the Great Depression. As a child, he would likely have seen his parents living comfortably and able to shower each other and him and his sister with gifts and fun memories, and then POOF. Stock market crashes when he's only 12-years-old, and life becomes brutal and painful. He manages to have some fun with his best friend Steve, and spends his teens/early 20s chasing girls and keeping his stupid, stubborn, tiny friend from getting beaten to death.

Steve constantly has something to prove. He's absolutely got what my mom always called "little man's disease", and Bucky's just doing his best not to roll his eyes too much at this asthmatic chihuahua constantly trying to beat up Tibetan mastiffs. While Steve keeps lying on his enlistment forms (an actual crime) trying again and again to get into the army and prove what a badass he is (definitely not), Bucky's had enough trauma and upheaval in his life and he just wants his stupid friend to calm tf down and live. Enjoy the fact that he doesn't have to go to war and get his limbs blown off.

And then he gets fucking drafted. This sweet, resigned realist who knows exactly how dangerous the war really is, is forced to put on a uniform and go fight strangers alongside other strangers thousands of miles from everything he knows. And on his last night of freedom, when he just wants to hang out with his friend, see some cool gadgets, and dance with a pretty girl, his stupid angry chihuahua friend feels the need to lie and try to enlist again.

Okay. Gotta get back on track. Ragepost about mistreatment of Bucky, not how much Steve annoys me. Sorry. Anyway...

Bucky's drafted, accepts his shitty lot with a brave smile, and is shipped off to Europe, where he is captured by HYDRA and presumed by the Allies to be KIA. Instead, he's strapped down, tortured, and given the HYDRA version of the super serum against his will. Steve rescues him, and Bucky knows he can't leave his idiot friend to his own devices to get his head blown off, so he dives right back into the fray. And then he falls off a cliff, loses most of his left arm, and is declared dead...again. This one's pretty damn valid, though lol. Without the serum no one knew he'd been shot up with, there is no way he would have survived that fall.

Here is where Bucky's story gets truly heartbreaking: His autonomy, his ability to consent is stripped from him through electroshock torture/brainwashing. The trigger words are conditioned into him during this process, and boom. Ten words in Russian, and Bucky Barnes is gone. Even the confused, hurting shadow of him is gone, leaving only a perfectly obedient killing machine, with Bucky's pretty face. He's strong as all hell, though, so they can't keep him fully under their control for long, not without more torture, when the disorientation of being fucking frozen wears off on longer missions.

I cannot stress this point enough, guys: Bucky. Had. No. Choice. Not like the draft, where his choices (go and get shot at, refuse and go to jail, or dodge and run to Canada) just suck. No, he literally didn't have a choice. He had his ability to choose stripped from him. If that's too complex a concept to really sink in, try this: His brain was fucking raped. Repeatedly. For decades. Nothing the Winter Soldier ever did was Bucky's fault. Nothing. Ever. Not remotely, no matter how you fucking slice it. Bucky is not an assassin. I almost said "not a killer", but he was a soldier, and a sharpshooter. He definitely killed when he was himself, but that was in a war, not a series of assassinations.

So far, imo, so good. This is just a rundown of Bucky's pre-show backstory. I don't love what he had to suffer, but I do love how it was treated in the movies. People were afraid of him, but when they knew the whole situation, Steve, Nat, and Sam rallied behind him. Natasha had plenty of reason to want the Winter Soldier dead; he'd tried to kill her multiple times and almost succeeded. Sam had no reason to help Bucky at all; he didn't know him, didn't trust him, and again, TWS had tried to kill him. But he stood by Steve, and when Bucky showed the clear difference between himself and TWS, Sam stood by him, too, and fought alongside him.

And it's very realistic, imo, that Tony didn't give a single fuck that Bucky had no choice. He watched this man murder both of his parents on tape. If TWS had killed my dad and I saw proof of it, I'd try to kill Bucky, too. Grief wins out over logic. Most emotions usually do. And that's a very important point we're going to come back to in a few minutes.

Bucky was really only in like ten minutes at most of IW and Endgame, and for multiple reasons I hate those movies, so I'm just gonna skip them, kay? Kay. On to the main event!

Here's where I get pissed off. Even if I didn't have an unhealthy attachment to this character, or the depth of appreciation for his tragic backstory that I do, the lack of continuity between the movies and the show alone would still piss me off. It always does. Don't even get me started on Joss "Continuity? What continuity?" Whedon and his (iconic, but flawed) shows. Ahem. Back on track...

Let me just get one little thing out of the way real quick: I fucking LOVE The Falcon and the Winter Soldier. I love it. This show amazed me when I first watched it, and I still love it after many more viewings lol. I have only ever watched it all the way through without skipping over as much John Walker shit as possible the one time lol but I love how Sam and Bucky interact, and I fucking adore how Sam's arc was treated. I just wish they'd show the same care and attention to Bucky.

Because what they did to Bucky in this show is a fucking travesty. There was a tiny ray of hope in the pilot, when he called out Dr. Bitchface for being a terrible shrink. I thought that would be the start of him realizing he needed to find someone else and ignore the damaging shit that woman was telling him. But...nope. No such luck.

The show really had a strong start, I'll give it that. We see Bucky having nightmares of his time as TWS and struggling to hide how his traumatic memories are affecting him as he tries to live in the world again. He befriends the father of one of HYDRA's victims, which can't be good for Bucky (and we're shown it's definitely not when he sees the shrine in Yori's home to his late son) but it's sweet, how he's trying to connect and reach out to someone who's hurting and lonely.

They drop the ball a little with the whole... Bucky can hack a fucking car, but can't figure out Tinder thing. Had they just run with the fandom interpretation of the tiger photos line, that it shows that Bucky is bi and left it at that, I'd have been okay with it (and no, that is not because I ship Sam/Bucky. it's because Bucky is and always has been a certified nerd who loves technology and has consistently shown very little issue learning to use new gadgets). The outdated flip phone he handed his terrible court-mandated shrink was a burner; I liked that theory when I read it, especially since it's the only time we see him even holding a phone that old lol. This all could have fit the "Bucky is a sassy bisexual nerd" narrative and it'd be okay. Instead, the director was like "NOOOOOO that line was just to show how old he is and how he can't figure out all this newfangled technology!" Woman, you had him remotely driving someone else's vehicle with a tablet. That is NOT a man who can't figure out a damn smart phone!

But that's just a minor annoyance. What fills me with absolute rage is how everyone - not just the shitty therapist who lashes out at and purposely triggers her traumatized patients, but EVERYONE - Sam, Zemo, people who should fucking know better ALL treat him like he's a psychopath and a ticking time bomb. Like he chose to take the serum and he chose to kill for HYDRA, and he's just seen the error of his ways. *barf*

Bucky in the movies is established to be a victim, through and through. His guilt over what he was forced to do is natural, and that he sees himself as a monster makes sense... but that doesn't mean it's correct. The one and only thing I ever liked about Steve Rogers is at least he got it. He pointed out that none of it was Bucky's fault, he tried to show him that he was worth saving. That's the other reason I refuse to talk about Endgame. This post will get a WHOLE LOT LONGER and a lot fucking angrier if I open that door.

Zemo supposedly knows everything about HYDRA and super soldiers... So why does he treat Bucky like he's a corrupt serial killer? (this, for the record, is why I don't like Zemo) Why does he never point out that Bucky was given the serum against his will, or that his actions, when he had control of them, proved that he was never corrupted? Bucky never wanted to become superhuman. Bucky didn't even want to fucking fight!

Sam, despite constantly resisting the label, is shown very clearly to be Bucky's friend. By episode 3, he cares. He worries about how Bucky is getting lumped in with the other super soldiers in Zemo's speech... But he never really defends him. He says "what about Bucky?" but he doesn't point out that Bucky's a good man, he's fought so hard to help people, he does everything he can to avoid killing... And that fucking speech in episode 5. I was with him on "you gotta stop looking to other people to tell you who you are." I was like "YEAH! Tell him, Sam! Bucky, you're WORTH SAVING, boo! Your value does not hinge on someone else's opinion of you!" And then... Sam dropped the ball.

He not only continued the disturbing pattern of victim-blaming in this show, and in Marvel/Disney properties in general, but he gave really dangerously bad advice! No one in their right mind, mental health professional or no, would EVER tell a traumatized former assassin (whether he was responsible for his actions or not) to go confront his victims' families out of the blue with no warning and no one to mediate and keep things from going to shit. Yori already knew his son had been murdered because he was in the "wrong place, wrong time." How is it being "of service" to tell him you're the one who killed him?! Remember how I said Tony's reaction to learning the full truth about his parents' deaths was valid and would be an important point later? Hi! Welcome to later. THAT is the natural reaction to facing the man who murdered your loved one(s). And even if Yori didn't get angry and lash out, HOW IS IT "HELPING" HIM OR BRINGING HIM "CLOSURE" TO KNOW THAT HIS FRIEND KILLED HIS FUCKING SON?!?!?! This man befriended him, bonded with him, watched him grieve... And now he's learning this is the man who caused all his pain and heartache to begin with? That is so toxic and psycho I just... I can't even... UGH.

And then there's the equally toxic and damaging "deeply traumatized person just needed a stern talking to and a hug to be ALL BETTER AGAIN" ending. I loved seeing Bucky happy and socializing, but it was too soon, and it was unearned. And it sends a fucking awful message to people actually struggling with PTSD, and to their loved ones who don't know how to help them. Heaping more blame on them and then hugging it out is NOT helpful!

This show could have been damn near perfect with just two changes. That's all. Just two. 1) Someone, anyone, bringing up the reasons why Bucky was never a villain in his presence. Someone being in his corner and reminding him, like Steve did, that it wasn't his fault and he's not going to "snap". 2) More time devoted to Bucky's healing. Actual fucking healing, not the shit they tried to pass off as a magic fix-all. He can have his happy barbecue moment, just don't frame it as "everything's great now!" Healing isn't linear, and there will be both good days and bad. Some of the most fragile people in the world have the brightest smiles.

If we get a season 2, which this amazing show absolutely deserves, and they address this stuff, all will be forgiven in my book. Expanding on his story and his journey toward healing will help to reframe that "happily ever after" garbage as something more realistic. But as it stands now... Fuck Marvel.

#fan rant #ragepost #long post #bucky barnes #mcu #captain america #the first avenger #the winter soldier #civil war #tfatws #mcu spoilers #stop victim blaming #victim not villain #never a fucking villain #bucky deserved better #fuck marvel #fuck disney

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Summary:

Bucky is a single dad coming back from a work trip with a very bored, very whiney 7-year-old girl. A mysterious stranger with a kind heart and a notebook full of doodles comes to the rescue.

A/N: This fic was supposed to be just a short one-shot for the Stucky Bingo but somehow, it's at 11k at this point and it's nowhere near done. I have two more chapters all done and ready and a vague outline for the rest of the story. It's my first time posting a fic chapter by chapter so it's both exciting and kinda scary. I hope you'll like the story enough to stick with me for a while.

My sixth fill for the @stuckybingo2020 ♥

At some point in his life Bucky didn't mind spending hours at airports and he found traveling —even work-related —quite enjoyable. But that was when he was young, stupid and alone. Now he's older, just as stupid and has a wonderful girl in his life.

The girl in question is now standing next to him, little arms crossed and a sullen expression on her face. She's repeatedly kicking at the leg of the chair he's sitting on. There's no real force to it —she's only 7 after all —and she's not doing it to do any real damage to anyone or anything. It's just little taps, really and she's doing it out of boredom. But dear lord, Bucky's about to explode.

"Alex, sweetheart," Bucky says, slowly breathing out through his nose. "Could you please stop with that kicking? It's a bit annoying."

"But papa," she whines, drawling out the word. "I'm bored!"

"I know, love and I'm really sorry but papa’s gotta do something important for work," he sighs, trying to run a hand through her hair. She ducks and flops onto the chair next to him, an angry little pout on her face. "I have to finish it before we go on the plane. I'll do it as quickly as possible and then I'll be all yours, ok?"

It's not really surprising when he doesn't get an answer. With another sigh, he leans to the side and presses a kiss to the top of his daughter's head and then turns back to his laptop.

From the very moment she woke up today, Bucky knew it's gonna be a long day. She was cranky and teary all morning, not wanting to say goodbye to Natasha and it took a good hour to calm her down. Then Bucky had to basically beg her to eat something before they left for the airport. It wasn't a great day. And Bucky knew she didn't do it just to make him miserable, she was just as frustrated and tired as he was. On top of that, he has to edit and upload a report from the conference and the airport Wi-Fi is so bad Bucky is close to tears himself.

The work would probably take less time if he wasn't getting distracted every minute or so and glancing to the side, making sure that Alex is fine. Or relatively fine, the bad mood excluded. At the moment she is slouching on the plastic chair, still pouting. Felicia—a pink stuffed Triceratops —is placed on her lap so at least Alex has something to occupy her for a moment.

Bucky tries his best to get through the documents quickly but he doesn't want to miss any errors either. He gets lost in the work for the entirety of about five minutes when he hears something truly surprising.

Alex laughs. It’s so unexpected after what seems like hours of complaining, crying and whining that Bucky’s head snaps up from his laptop and he looks at his daughter.

She is still sitting by his side, Felicia pressed closely to her chest and there is a smile on her face. It’s definitely not aimed at Bucky, though. So Bucky follows her line of sight and… oh.

It’s not like he didn’t notice the guy sitting across from them before. Because he did. It would be rather impossible not to notice this guy. He is tall and well-built and could look intimidating if it wasn’t for his bright blue eyes or tousled golden hair or the gentle smile or the fact that he’s wearing the softest beige sweater Bucky has ever seen. He is both ridiculously handsome and cute at the same time. So of course, Bucky noticed him before. But now he tries to figure out what about him made Alex laugh. It doesn’t take long, because the man is holding up his notebook, showing the page to Alex.

On the page are three little, cartoon-like doodles. The first one at the top looks unmistakably like Alex—her brows are furrowed, arms crossed and a little storm cloud is hovering above her. Underneath there’s his daughter again but this time she’s laughing, her eyes only small slits and a little sun peeks from behind the cloud. The last drawing, just next to the smiling Alex, is of Bucky. His head is partly hidden behind a laptop screen and there’s a look of utter concentration on his face. Above his cartoon persona floats a swarm of little gears, question marks and lightbulbs. Bucky snorts. It’s probably quite accurate.

Noticing that Bucky is staring at the drawing, the stranger startles and his cheeks turn red.

“I’m not some creep, I promise!” he starts explaining himself, before Bucky even opens his mouth. “I just—she seemed so upset and I’ve heard you said you have something important to do so I just wanted—Man, it’s weird, isn’t it? I’m sorry I promise I just wanted to help, not bug your kid without permission.”

“It’s not—,” Bucky starts, slightly taken aback. “It’s very sweet of you, actually. Thank you. Really, that’s just—I don’t mind. And Alex here seems to enjoy your drawings.” Bucky smiles down at his daughter and then at the stranger. His smile falters a bit and he sighs. “I’d really love to chat some more but I really need to get this shit done and the airport Wi-Fi is truly horrible.”

“Oh! Bad word!” Alex gasps, covering Bucky’s mouth with her little hand. “You said a bad word! No sweets for you!”

The stranger laughs at that and Bucky probably shouldn’t be as charmed as he feels right now. He just kisses Alex's hand and leans away from it.

“OK, sweetheart. Promise not to eat any when we get home,” he says solemnly. “But papa really needs to work a little longer, OK? Ten more minutes, I promise. Try not to bother the nice man too much until then, yeah?”

She lets a long-suffering sigh but she agrees.

“I’m Steve, by the way,” the man says, smiling at Bucky.

Before he gets the chance to answer, Alex chimes in, “I’m Alexandra. And papa’s name is James but only mama and people at work call him that. Everyone calls him Bucky.”

The man — Steve — lets out a small laugh. “It’s nice to meet you both. Alexandra, do you want me to draw you something specific, while we let your papa work?”

“Oh, can you draw Felicia? She’s a...,” Alex furrows her brows in concentration, “tri-ce-ra-tops! That’s a dinosaur!”

Steve leans forward from his chair and smiles at her. “She’s so cool! But weren’t dinosaurs kinda dangerous?”

“Some of them, yeah. They ate other dinosaurs. But the ones like Felicia only ate plants, so she’s cool.”

Steve lets out an attentive hum but something in his expression tells Bucky that it’s not new information for him and he’s just indulging Alex and letting her share what she knows. It makes Bucky feel a wave of sympathy towards this Steve guy.

Soon enough, a new page of Steve’s notebook gets covered with doodles of various dinosaurs, based on Alex’s jurassic knowledge—it’s a bit flawed, but Bucky is proud of her nonetheless.

It takes Bucky a few moments to stop sending glances towards the two. It’s partly because Steve—no matter how sweet he seems to be—is still a stranger. Steve might be bigger than him, but Bucky would end him if he tried to do anything to his little girl. But there are no red lights when it comes to Steve—and Bucky always prided himself on his ability to read people.

The other thing making it hard to go back to work is the fact that the scene he’s looking at is quite an adorable one. Both Alex and Steve are sitting at the edges of their seats, leaning over the passage between the two rows of chairs and their eyes are fixed on the notebook propped on Steve’s knee. They’re chatting, exchanging random facts about dinosaurs but since their knowledge is limited, they switch to talking about modern animals soon enough. Steve listens intently to whatever Alex has to say without patronising her. And sadly, Bucky has met a fair share of adults for whom it was impossible to take Alex seriously just because she was a kid. It calms Bucky enough to actually focus on his work for a little longer.

Some peace of mind does wonders for his concentration and the ten minutes he promised Alex are actually enough for him to finish editing the reports. The WiFi is still a bitch, though. However, after staring at the loading circle for what feels like an eternity, he is able to send the documents. With a triumphant little cheer, he turns off the laptop and slides it back into his bag.

Steve looks up at him and smiles. Alex completely ignores him, though, still too focused on whatever Steve was drawing. Bucky feels a bit betrayed. When she looks up, she glances at Steve first, probably to ask why the drawing has stopped and turns to Bucky when she notices Steve looking his way.

“Oh, you’ve finished the work, daddy?” she asks and when he nods, she smiles and reaches to wrap her arms around his neck. “It took you some time. But I’m proud of you.”

Bucky laughs at that, shaking his head slightly, “Thank you, sunshine. I see you were having fun with Steve while I was busy?”

“Yeah! Steve drawings are so pretty! He drew you riding a dinosaur!” Alex giggles, pointing at one of the little drawings.

Raising his brows, Bucky sends Steve a questioning look but the other man just shrugs and rubs at his neck. “It was her idea,” he says with a sheepish smile.

The doodle Alex is pointing at is indeed of him sitting on a dinosaur's back. It’s the one with the long, giraffe-like neck, Brachiosaurus if he remembers correctly. The cartoon Bucky’s arms are wrapped around the base of the reptile’s neck, his hair fluttering behind him and his mouth is open in either a big smile or a scream, he’s not sure. Either way, it’s a very cute drawing.

“Well,” Bucky says. “I’m not a fan of horses but I’d totally ride a dinosaur if I had a chance. Shouldn’t he have a saddle, though?”

It’s not even that funny but Steve still laughs and Bucky smiles at that. His daughter is less impressed or at least tries to appear so. She rolls her eyes but there’s a grin on her face.

“You’re so silly, daddy. They didn’t have saddles back then! And besides you’d need a very, very big one for a dinosaur!”

Bucky hums in agreement and looks up at the departure display. Noticing that their flight’s gate is open, he nudges Alex lightly.

“We gotta go, sweetheart,” he says. She perks up a bit but then glances at Steve with a small pout. “Sadly, we have to say goodbye to Steve. On the bright side, we’re gonna be home soon, yeah?”

Alex nods and slides off her chair. Steve looks up at the display and straightens up.

“Oh, my flight’s boarding, too. But you know what?” Steve asks and then rips the page with all the dinosaur doodles and holds it out to Alex. “You should keep this, if you want.”

Hearing this, Alex’s whole face lights up and she takes the drawings with gentle hands, as if afraid to mess it up. “Thank you, Steve! Those are so cool I’m gonna keep them forever!”

“I’m glad to hear that,” Steve smiles. He looks up at Bucky. “It was nice to meet you, guys.”

“Likewise. Thank you again for the help. It was very nice of you,” Bucky says sincerely.

“It was my pleasure. My knowledge about dinosaurs is so much better now,” Steve’s smile grows even bigger and Bucky chuckles.

Bucky leans to help Alex put on her little backpack, since she refuses to put down the drawing and then reaches for his bag. He rests his hand on his daughter’s back and turns to Steve one last time. He’s still sitting at the edge of his seat and is watching them. A smile is still plastered to his face and at this point Bucky is sure that it’s his default setting.

“Bye, Steve. Have a safe flight,” Bucky says.

“Bye, Steve. Thank you for the dinosaurs,” Alex adds, making Steve laugh.

“You are very welcome, Alexandra,” he says. “Have a nice day, guys.”

Bucky gently steers Alex towards their gate. Before they disappear behind the corner, he turns away to look at Steve one more time. The man is already looking back and he waves at them when he notices Bucky staring. Alex waves back enthusiastically and Bucky just ducks his head, feeling flustered all of sudden. He used to be more collected around nice, attractive people. And Steve definitely qualifies as both.

***

Some time later they finally make it to the plane. Alex flops down onto the middle seat and eventually — after a long discussion and promises that he won’t ruin it — she lets Bucky put the drawings she got from Steve into the folder he keeps his documents in. When the treasure is safely put away Bucky straightens to put his bag in the overhead compartment.

“Oh,” he hears a voice behind his back and a low chuckle quickly follows. “Fancy bumping into you here.”

Bucky looks over his shoulder and the surprise makes him try to close the compartment while his other hand is still holding the bag. He yelps in pain, making Alex look up.

“Steve!” she says with a smile, completely ignoring her father’s distress.

“Hello again, Alexandra,” Steve shoots her a quick smile and looks at Bucky, concerned. “You’re OK? I didn’t want to spook you.”

Man, he really got bad at keeping his cool around attractive people. Feeling a blush creep up his neck, Bucky nods. “No, no, you didn’t. I’m just a clutz, this happens a lot, ignore me.”

Steve raises an eyebrow at him but he doesn’t say anything more. For a moment they just stand in the narrow aisle, looking at each other. Finally, Bucky’s ability to think kicks back in and he moves to the side.

“Sorry, you probably want to get through to your seat.”

“Actually,” Steve says and glances down at the boarding pass in his hand. After checking it, he points to the seat by the window, on Alex’s other side. “That one’s mine.”

“Oh,” Bucky looks at the seat and then at Steve. His cheeks still feel warm for some reason but he hopes he's not blushing too visibly. "That's great. I'm just gonna—"

Bucky shifts to the other side and takes a step back, making room for Steve.

"You're flying with us back home?" Alex asks with a hopeful glint in her eyes. "Will you draw something more for me?"

"Alex, come on. Don't abuse Steve niceness like that," Bucky scolds her gently but before he can even finish the sentence, Steve starts shaking his head.

"It's fine, don't worry about it. I often doodle when I get bored anyway so I'd be honoured to draw for you again, Alexandra," Steve grins at her.

She actually lets out a little happy squeal when she hears that and Bucky's heart skips a beat. He's absolutely charmed by the way Steve treats his daughter. He really seems like entertaining some random little girl is the best thing he could be doing and while Bucky - absolutely objectively - thinks that Alex is the most wonderful little girl in the world, it still seems unusual. And he positively melts every time that Steve uses her full name, just because that was the way she introduced herself the first time. Most adults Bucky knows don't do that with other adults, not to mention kids. And Steve is just so… kind and genuine, it takes Bucky off guard but it's a really nice surprise.

"Ok, fine," Bucky says with a smile. "You have no idea what you've brought on yourself. Is it possible to strain your hand from drawing too much? The flight's almost two hours, right?"

"Does your dad always complain this much?" Steve asks Alex and she giggles in response. He sends Bucky a glance over her head and he has a smirk on his face. Ignoring Bucky again, he says to Alex, "Hey, have you ever watched Sesame Street? There was this one grouchy green guy."

Bucky just sends him his most unimpressed look. Steve doesn't seem affected. Alex is delighted. And in truth, Bucky has to bite the inside of his cheek to contain a smile.

It turns out that on top of being nice and lovely, Steve is also a little shit, because he draws a Bucky-version of Oscar the Grouch - with a grumpy expression and wild hair, sitting in a garbage can. It's actually amazing. Bucky doesn't say that out loud, but he snorts when he sees it, so that might betray him a little.

This time — prompted by the mention of Sesame Street — the conversation resolves mostly around animated movies. To Bucky’s surprise, it turns out that Steve is a huge Disney fan. He doesn’t even try to hide it. Not to brag but Bucky knows his way around animated movies — partly because he has a 7-year-old daughter and partly because who doesn’t like animated movies? But compared to Steve and Alex? He knows nothing. They use names he doesn’t even recognise - who or what even is Flit? Judging by Steve’s drawing it’s some kind of a bird, apparently. When Bucky can’t remember — he knows it, of course, it just slipped his mind — the name of the redheaded princess from Brave, he is given the most disdainful look he’s ever seen. Both by his daughter and by Steve. Bucky still tries to participate in the conversation, at least for as much as they let him. He never expected his own daughter to team up with some stranger against him. It hurts.

The pain is all forgotten when Steve and Alex start quietly singing Under the Sea from The Little Mermaid together. Bucky can’t help a laugh that bubbles from his chest at the sight. How is Steve even real, Bucky has no idea. He is over six feet of muscle, his bicep is bigger than Alex's head and he could probably bench press Bucky and here he is, sitting next to Bucky’s little girl, drawing a picture of Megara, because she’s his favourite Disney princess and singing a song from The Little Mermaid.

This guy can’t be real.

About half an hour into the flight it turns out that Bucky was wrong — Alex does leave Steve alone but it’s only because the tiredness catches up to her and she falls asleep. And she’s sleeping with her head resting on Steve’s arm. It’s a really nice arm, Bucky has to admit, a nap on such an arm would be good and comfortable even for him, probably. But that doesn’t change the fact that he feels left out.

“Sorry,” Bucky says quietly. “You probably want your arm back, I can just—”

He offers to move Alex’s sleeping body but Steve just shrugs with his free arm, careful not to jostle the girl.

“Don't want to wake her and I really don't mind," Steve says, smiling at Bucky.

"You sure?" Bucky asks and after getting a nod in confirmation, he chuckles and shakes his head. “I keep trying to figure out where the catch is but I’ve got nothing. You’re just naturally this kind, aren’t you?”

Steve barks out a laugh and then slaps his hand over his mouth to quiet the noise. He looks down to make sure he didn’t wake Alex.

“Oh there’s plenty wrong with me,” Steve says with a chuckle. “For one I’m usually really awkward around kids. Alexandra’s such a great girl, though. But I do like to help and try to be nice whenever I can.”

Bucky narrows his eyes at Steve. “You think you’d side-track me by complimenting my daughter? You’re totally right, but that doesn’t mean I’m not curious.”

With an exaggerated eye roll, Steve makes the ‘bring it’ gesture and grins. “Come on. Hit me with your best guesses.”

“OK. OK, fine,” Bucky says and shifts in his seat so he can look at Steve more directly. Crossing his arms, he asks, “Do I have a limited number of guesses?”

“It’s not that long of a flight,” Steve shrugs with one shoulder, grin still in place.

In a theatrically thoughtful gesture Bucky strokes his chin gauging Steve with his eyes.

“You… secretly work as a hitman” Bucky says slowly, “or like, an underwear model. Which is not a bad thing to do.”

A blush creeps up Steve’s cheeks as he laughs again. “Those are… pretty far off. Why those two?”

“Well, you’re built appropriately for both from what I can see,” Bucky explains, enjoying the way Steve cheeks go darker. Maybe he’s not so helpless at talking to attractive people as he thought. It feels a whole lot like flirting.

That terrifies him for a moment. He didn't do flirting in what feels like ages. He doesn't have time for this. Should he even do this? He has a daughter, he shouldn’t just—

Bucky takes a deep breath and smacks himself mentally across the head. He’s not doing anything bad. He’s just talking and having fun with an attractive stranger. Maybe even flirting a bit. And that’s OK, this is allowed, he doesn’t have to go anywhere else with that. It’s not like he’s ever going to see the guy again, anyway. Natasha would punch him for denying himself that. So he will make sure not to mention it the next time they talk.

“Well…,” Steve rubs the back of his neck. “I am not. Hitman or— I’m neither of those. I’m actually an illustrator. Mostly freelance stuff. I paint sometimes, too. But that’s mostly for fun.”

“OK, fine. Somehow I can believe that. You seem like an artsy type,” Bucky agrees.

“No hitman vibes anymore?”

“Who says a hitman can’t enjoy painting in his free time?”

Steve laughs, throwing his head back. Somehow he manages to keep the left side of his body completely still, mindful of Alex sleeping on him.

“I don’t know if there’s a point in trying to convince you, but I’m really not.”

“Sure. Probably what a hitman would say,” Bucky waves a hand at him but smiles. “That’s cool though. Being able to get paid for doing what you love.”

“It is. Sometimes you get frustrated enough to hate it but it’s still pretty cool,” Steve agrees. “You don’t like your job?”

Bucky scrunches his nose, making a non-committal sound as he tries to find the best way to explain. “It’s not that I don’t like it. It’s fun. Interesting, exciting, sometimes frustrating as hell, too. And the responsibility can be incredibly stressful. It’s just… I never took time to think about what I really like doing in life. And since the job was good enough, I just stuck with it.”

Steve hums, nodding along to Bucky's words. "It's never too late to figure it out, you know?" he says. "I mean, I don't wanna impose and tell you how to live your life or anything. I'd never. I just— I think it's an important thing to know."

"You might be right," Bucky agrees. He glances down at Alex. "I don't think it's a good time for me to experiment, you know? Besides — if there's one thing I know for sure that I like it's having this little rascal around."

The smile on Steve's face turns soft. But only for a moment, before it turns back into that smirk he had earlier. "Any guesses left? About my dark side?"

"A few," Bucky grins.

It's a bit of a lie because he really struggles to see Steve as anything but perfect but he can try. It's just a game they're playing to kill time after all.

"You are that kind of guy who can eat garbage food and not move a finger and still look like you've just walked straight out of a gym. I hate those people. It's so unfair."

"Are all of your guesses based on how I look? I kind of see a pattern here so far."

Bucky opens his mouth to protest but there's something in the way Steve looks at him, with a raised eyebrow and one corner of his mouth quirked up that makes him close his mouth without a word. He might be blushing. Maybe he's being too forward. It's probably not appropriate to talk about a stranger's body this much.

Before he gets the chance to apologize, Steve answers, "And you're wrong, again. I like working out. Takes my mind off things, helps me clear my head when I need that. Besides I used to be small and sickly my whole childhood. Couldn't even play with other kids for too long without getting an asthma attack. So I'm kinda compensating for that," he jokes.

"Really?"

"Yeah. All pointy elbows and bony knees."

"Huh," Bucky says. "Bet you looked way cuter than me when I had my bowl cut. We all had our dark moments."

Steve laughs again and Bucky really enjoys the sound of that. He really enjoys Steve's company in general, which is weird considering they've just met. It usually takes him much more time to get comfortable around people. Maybe it's the fact that they'll go their separate ways as soon as the plane lands makes it all easier.

"I'm kinda disappointed, you know?" Steve starts after a moment. "I thought you'd guess at least once. Or at least would be more creative with those."

"Who says I'm done? It was all on purpose, I was just assessing, gathering intel. I'm a scientist, I don't know if I've mentioned that before," Bucky points a finger at Steve. "You've got to be methodical about stuff."

Raising his hands in surrender, Steve tries to keep a straight face. He fails miserably.

"I wanted to say that you secretly hate dogs or cats but that would be just too harsh," Bucky says. "I don't think you're a monster."

"I love dogs," Steve confirms. "Always wanted to get one but my flat's too small and I doubt that'd be good for a dog. I don't have anything against cats but I feel like they don't… like me that much."

Bucky chuckles. "I feel like there's a story there."

"Just— My friend Sam has a cat and she absolutely hates me. I can't leave my phone on the table cause she pushes it off, but she doesn't touch Sam's. Every time I'm there she follows me around and hisses at me for no reason. She peed in my shoe more than once," Steve says and tries to look hurt when Bucky starts laughing. "It's not funny! I haven't done anything to deserve this. I tried to bribe her with food, I tried to pet her but I only got scratched for my efforts. And she doesn't do that with anyone but me."

"So that's your dark secret? That your nemesis is a cat?" Bucky asks with a grin.

"It's… definitely true."

“Can’t say I’ve seen that one coming,” Bucky laughs.

Steve shrugs with one arm. “I’m full of surprises.”

Clearly, Bucky thinks, shaking his head at the other man.

Title: Wrap me up (in your love) Creator(s): niallhoranbitches Card number: 065 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27745402/chapters/67911988 Square filled: B2 - Airport Rating: Teen and Up Archive warnings: None Major tags: Meet-Cute, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Kid Fic, No powers AU Summary: Bucky is a single dad coming back from a work trip with a very bored, very whiney 7-year-old girl. A mysterious stranger with a kind heart and a notebook full of doodles comes to the rescue. Word count: 4591

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zodiyack · 4 years

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Adventures In Babysitting (500+ Follower Special)

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!reader

Warnings: Swearing, angst, fluff, probably a shitty story lmao

Prompts: [2] “Small fire! I said to set a small fire! This is not small!” [11] “I have a solution.” “Oh thank goodness-” “It involves fire.” “Absolutely not.”

Note: I have two more follower specials to write and publish! Thank you guys so so much! You have no idea how much it means to me! I love you all so much, and your support really motivates me!

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This was great. Just great. Absolutely fantastic. Y/n Henderson mumbled complaints disguised as kinder words, obviously sarcasm, under her breath. She was left in charge for the weekend, every other adult who would have been in the house was going away for the weekend. No babysitters were necessary when they had an older child.

Unluckily for her, she had already planned a date with her boyfriend, Steve Harrington, and it was supposed to last the weekend. They were going to go on some sleep over kind of shit somewhere. But now? Now that was unable to happen.

Just as she thought it couldn’t get any worse, her brother decided to invite his friends over for the weekend. She was close to a few of them, however she didn’t know of the girls in said group. She knew Steve was the mama-bear of course, but she still was unaware of the details from their adventures that Steve chose not to include.

She was there for some of the ass-kicking, but Eleven? Nope, she thought El was just there as a one time thing. So when three boys and two girls showed up at her house, she was beyond confused.

“Umm... Dustin, I thought you said it’d just be your group- not a group of boys with two girls.”

Rushed footsteps sounded as Dustin tripped over things, and stopped at the door. He hunched over with breathy gasps, holding up a finger to sign that he needed a second before coming back up and raising his brows at his sister. “Did you forget about Eleven and Max?”

“Max? Who’s Max?” She turned back to the group of teens and almost immediately spotted the one child she had never seen before. “You, ginger, you’re Max?” The girl nodded and hugged her arms closer to her body. “Oh. Sorry, I haven’t been outside yet, I was supposed to be on my date by now, but this loser needed a babysitter. So. Yeah. Oh and, I’m sorry for keeping you guys out in the cold.”

The group smiled when she moved aside, Lucas and Mike rushing to get in, but their smiles turned upside down once Y/n moved in front of them again. She had a dark look on her face. “Boys. Ladies first.”

All three boys turned to the shivering girls, faces falling with a slight twinge of guilt. They moved backwards, allowing the cold pair to come inside first. The girls smiled up at Y/n and rushed inside, thanking her.

Before the boys could finally enter the house, a car pulled up. They knew exactly who’s car it was. The engine of the car turned off and Steve stepped out of it, gaining the kids’ attention as they turned to the automobile and guest.

Y/n smiled in a form of awe, disappointed emotions melting away, and stepped out of the house. She sped walk to him, allowing him to push her lightly against his car and press a kiss to his lips.

The kids groaned in disgust, causing Y/n and Steve to chuckle and separate, walking into the house side by side, hand in hand. Y/n called everyone into the living room.

“Alright. So normally, I wouldn’t mind watching you all, however, I was supposed to go with Steve and a date for the weekend. Meaning if I’m a bit grouchy or mean, it’s because of that. Steve and I will be in my room. If you need me...” Her eyes scanned the teens, “don’t.”

There was no time given to the kids to think or respond; Steve had already been pulled to Y/n’s room in a flash.

Feeling guilty for preventing their date, Dustin was the first of the party to speak up. “I have an idea and I need assistance.”

Steve moved his arm and rested his cheek on it, allowing him to admire his lover. One of his hands creeped up her arm, to her head, and moved a strand of her hair out of her face. The action made her flick her eyes up to his face and blush.

He kissed her softly, smiling as they parted. Their eyes studied each other. It was the most they could do while being forced to care for her brother and his friends.

Sadly, their cute and romantic moment was ruined by, speak of the devil, two of the six teens running into the room with looks of worry and panic. “Mike? Max? What’s going on?” Y/n and Steve sat up as quick as they could.

“E-Eleven!” Max managed to breathe out. “She’s gone!”

Y/n jumped up quickly. “Where was she last? Did you check the entire house?”

“Wait, you didn’t Let us finish... Dustin’s gone too.”

That was it for the young adults. They rushed out the door, ran around the house as well as outside of it for an extra check, and suited up. Minus the panic emitting from everyone in the room, it was actually quite entertaining to watch. After Y/n helped Max, and Steve helped Mike, Will, and Lucas, they set out in Steve’s car.

There was no stopping them. No one messed with Y/n’s baby brother or his friends except for her, and she made sure that was a rule everyone knew. Anytime Steve slowed just the tiniest bit, she made a huffing sound. The only time they stopped, was, well, about right now actually.

The car screeched to a stop when Lucas yelled, “I see them! Hurry, stop the car!!”

Y/n didn’t hesitate. Right before the engine stopped, her hand went to her buckle and it flew off, the door opening just as the car shut off. She looked over to Lucas, who pointed her in the direction he allegedly saw them go. Her feet had a mind of their own, carrying her faster than she’d ever ran before.

She stopped in an abandoned building, Steve and the four kids following behind. Silently, she gave directions, pointing to one person then a direction. There was a chance her brother was in danger, and she wasn’t going to make it any worse.

The ear-piercing girlish scream, that really did honestly sound like Dustin’s, got Y/n’s heart and feet racing. She followed the sound, calmness fading once the smell of smoke began to fill her nostrils. Steve and Y/n exchanged terrified glances, their feet quickening.

The screaming continued, followed by coughing and wheezing. It was definitely Dustin. Y/n approached the opening of another room, shoving past it and finding her brother, suspended in midair with ropes and a hook.

“Shit! Dustin, stay calm, we’re gonna get you out of there!” Steve looked around, trying to process everything and hunt for an object that could help all at the same time.

“Dustin? Bud?” Y/n began coughing as well, “Hang on, alright? I need you to hang on for me.” She too searched, unable to find anything.

His wheezing was intensifying. It wasn’t long before he could handle it, and the jig was up. “Small fire! I said a small fire! This is not small!”

“Oops.” The brunette girl walked from behind another door, using her powers to lower Dustin to safety.

“Yeah oops. You could’ve gotten him killed-” Y/n put her hand on Steve’s shoulder, calming him without words. “My point is, that was nowhere near safe.”

“We know.” Max turned, beginning to walk away. “It was Dustin’s idea in the first place.” She smiled, the footsteps of Eleven and the other boys, apart from Dustin, rushing behind her as Y/n turned to her brother, eyes widening.

“Fuck.” They cursed in unison, frowning at the state of the Henderson’s home. Had they not been planning a way to make it up to Y/n, they would’ve prevented the mess the other half of the party made of the living room.

Their grandma would be back anytime soon, and the mess would take hours to clean. “If any of you have any good ideas, speak them now and make sure they’re actually good.”

“I have a solution.”

She turned towards her brother, a sigh of relief leaving her mouth before she turned back around, “Oh thank goodness-”

“It involves fire.”

Her head whipped around so fast, Dustin thought she’d broken it. “Absolutely not.”

“Well you kids sure had quite an adventure!” The door clicked shut as their grandma, just as they feared, entered.

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yuna-dan · 4 years

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1.-Soulmate au with Logince?

If you want a large Logince involving soulmates you can always read my fic Countin’ on you and one of my favorite Impossible Possible

Now that the selfless promo is over…

A long time ago I read a Marvel Fic where when Steve always had Natasha on his wrist and when he woke up from the ice, he had Antony and I was reading some prompts to get ideas and I saw something like that and decided to write it! This idea however it’s not mine, and if I find the fic where this was inspired, I’ll posted here.

I hope you enjoy this, I did enjoyed writing it but at some point I think the story got confusing?? I hope not

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---Warning: Off-screen bullying. Slight Transphobia. Slight Violence. Cursing.--

Logan was five years old when the tattoo appeared on his left wrist. The name Rosaline Prince was written with a blue and pink ink, with italics and a beautiful lettering for the young kid.

He remembered how when the bullies found him, he wasn’t scared because she will wait for me. When he arrived home and showed his mama his tattoo, his mama kissed his hair and said “She will always be there for you”

Logan used to have a treehouse, that he used to escape reality of his parents constant bickering and the bullies who never left him. He was fourteen, and he was too old to have one.

He was going to clean it for the last time, and he got boxes to put all his childhood things there, maybe one day I can show it to Rosaline he thought.

He didn’t see a step, and he fell.

He broke his arm.

The arm where Rosaline’s name was.

He didn’t think about it too much. The doctors have to put a cast on it, and he decided on a blue color (the same blue of his tattoo, that way he could think of Rosaline).

When the doctors removed the cast, the tattoo was heavily crossed out with a large, thick black line.

“What did you do?” He asked to the nurse, terrified.

The nurse was staring back at him, with the same shocked face, “I-That has never happened.”

No one had any explanation.

He cried to sleep that night.

The tattoo disappeared after three days.

Logan didn’t even move out of his bed.

He was in the school, when he felt a small itch on his right wrist. He didn’t want to pay any attention, because he was doing a test.

When he delivered the test and left the classroom, he noticed that he had a different tattoo, written in red and gold.

Roman Sanders

He felt something on his stomach, his chest tightened, and his vision blurred.

A student was passing by, and Logan didn’t think about he just knew, “Hey, I am going to passed out, call a teacher.”

“Dude, what the fuc-?”

He passed out.

When Logan woke up in the, the same student was next to him.

“Dude, you have to know that’s the weirdest way to meet someone.” He started ranting once he noticed Logan was awake, “What the actual fuck, man?” He hissed.

“Yes, I am okay, thanks for asking, stranger.” Logan replied, sitting down in the bed. The guy glared at him.

“I’m Virgil, by the way.”

“Salutations.” Virgil made a face, but Logan ignored him, “I am Logan.”

Virgil snorted, “You talk funny, Logan.” He cleared his throat, “So, uhm, are you okay? Do you want me to call someone?”

“No, I am fine… just…” Virgil stared at him, but Logan shook his head, “No, never mind, thanks for helping, Virgil.” He clutched his right arm close to his chest.

The tattoo was touching his heart.

Logan was seventeen when he came out as pansexual, and it turned okay.

Logan was eighteen, when he went started college with Virgil, his roommate and best friend ever since that day.

Logan was nineteen when he told Virgil about his two tattoos.

“... and honestly, I have been researching everywhere and I just cannot find any information about new soulmate bounds.”

“Maybe she died?” Virgil offered.

“Wow, Virge, thank I need that.” He glared, and his friend mumbled a quick sorry.

“I don’t what to say, Lo.”

“I want to hate Roman, and I know I should not feel like that. He’s supposed to be my soulmate, but I just need to know what happen to Rosaline.” He sighed.

Virgil genuinely didn’t know what to say, so he just hugged his friend.

Logan definitely didn’t cry.

Logan was on his last semester of college and he fell exhausted, with all the final exams, his parent obsessing over his graduation party, the freaking graduation party…

Yes, he fell exhausted.

He normally didn’t like to buy coffee, but when saw the new coffee shop near his apartment he decided to try it, firstly because Virgil was with his soulmate in their shared apartment.

He sighed and rubbed softly the name Roman on his right wrist. Ever since Virgil met Patton, he felt weirdly sad and also guilty for feeling sad. He should feel happy for his best friend, and yet, here he was running away from their house because he felt sad when he saw them together.

“Are you ordering, specs?” The cashier asked, interrupting Logan’s thoughts.

“Uh, yes, sorry.” He fumbled with his wallet, “A Black Earl with almond milk, please.” The man smiled and Logan felt himself blushing, for some reason. “Anything, else?”

“Uh, no, that’s fine.” Logan squinted, trying to read the tag, “Roman S.?”

Logan felt how the air of his lungs suddenly left, but the man continued to take his order, “What’s your name?”

“Huh?”

“For the tea…” Roman said, annoyed at the client. “We need your name.”

Logan spoke automatically, “You’re Rosie.” Roman’s face turned white, dropping the sharpie and cup he was holding.

“I don’t know who you are,” Roman Rosie said, “But you need to leave right now.”

“No, you…”

“No, my name is not Rosaline, my name is Roman Sanders and you need to leave, now!” He screamed, at the top of his lungs. Some clients were staring at them.

Logan didn’t want to leave, but the end he ran away.

When Remus entered the coffeeshop, he expected to see his twin and his boyfriend closing up. Ever since they left their dad’s house, Roman has been way happier. He started T a few months ago, and his mental health had been improving.

He was ready to pack everything off and go to home, maybe had some pizza.

He didn’t expect to see Damien and Roman sitting on a table, with a cup of tea, “I think Dad found us.” Was the first thing Roman said when he entered.

Damien was gripping his shoulder, “What do you mean?” Remus ears were ringing with anger, “Did he came here?”

Roman shook his head, and took a deep breath, “A man came. He called me… y’know, that.” He sighed, “I-I told him to leave and he, I don’t know.”

Damien interrupted, “I can take both of you to the police tomorrow.”

“No, mom will get worried.” Ro said, “I just want to forget about this.”

Remus bit his lip, “RoRo, I know but if you think Dad is back, we need to tell mom, and Damien is right, the police too.”

Roman shook his head, “No. I don’t want to.”

Remus was about to argue with his brother, because goddamit, he needed for Roman to understand that they were in danger, when the door opened violently and abruptly. Damien stood up, “We’re close, sir.”

Roman gasped, “It’s you!” He yelled, “I told you to leave me alone!” The man was getting closer and Remus hand was already on his phone, ready to call the police if necessary.

“No. Please let me…”

“If our dad sent you here…”

“No, please let me…”

Damien was standing between them, ready to fight if the moment asked for it Remus fucking love him, the man try to get closer, “Please, Roman, let me explain…”

Damien punched him, right in the eye. The guy was startled and looked back at Roman, who was holding back tears, “Roman, I’m your soulmate.”

The guy fainted.

---

Roman stared into Damien’s eyes, who was staring back at him. Remus wanted to laugh, really, but refrain himself from doing it, this was a serious moment and only a few minutes ago they all believed their lives were in danger, he shouldn’t really find this funny, not all...

Roman ran to check the guy’s pulse, and only then everyone realized the tattoo on his right wrist Roman Sanders.

“Oh my god Damien, you punched my soulmate!”

Remus laughed out loud.

When Logan woke up, he was in his apartment. He tried to sit up and winced when he felt pain on his back. He hissed in pain, “Yeah, sorry about that, Logan. No one knew you were going to faint and honesty, no one prevented you from hitting the floor.” Roman said.

“What?” Logan looked up and saw Roman his fucking soulmate in his living room.

“You really need to stop fainting when you meet important people, Logs.” Virgil was laughing between his sentence.

Logan groaned.

A few days later, when everything was explained I’m sorry I punched you, I thought my boyfriend’s asshole dad sent you and I’m sorry I called you by your deadname, but everything was confusing.

That was probably the weirdest way to find your soulmate, but they wouldn’t change it for the world.

They were in the coffee shop, Logan was waiting for Roman to close everything. They held hands when they walked to Logan’s apartment.

“Y’know…” Roman hummed in acknowledgment that he heard him, “It’s kinda funny.”

“What is?”

“I got your right name in the right wrist…” Logan laughed softly, “It’s almost as if the world knew about it and decided to play a pun.”

Roman laughed, “It is funny.”When they kissed that night, it felt fight, and it was fantastic.

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areiton · 4 years

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hello, sweetheart - Stony Fic

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~*~

He is seventeen and there’s a blond giant sitting outside his lecture hall.

Later, Tony will realize this isn’t new, that the man has been sitting outside his lecture hall for days.

Now, there is a breath of disorientation, of recognition, of aching familiarity and he walks toward him, plans to meet Rhodey forgotten. Because for now, there is a blond giant sitting outside his lecture hall, and he’s sketching, a building so fantastical it makes something in Tony clench and ache, a longing he doesn’t understand.

“Hi, you,” he says, and that big head lifts, and sky for miles blue smiles back at him.

~*~

He is five and crying, and a blond man kneels in front of him. He shouldn’t talk to the man, he knows he shouldn’t--knows that strangers are dangerous.

But strangers took him, stole him from Jarvis and Mama and Ana. Strangers with rough hands and dirty smelly clothes and words in a language he doesn’t understand, strangers who scare him.

His stomach hurts and his feet hurt, and he’s got blood on his knees that makes his lips tremble, and he just wants to go home. The building behind him is smoking, an electric fire going up too fast and he is tired and he wants Mama, and to forget the mean strangers and the way the wires burnt his fingers while he set them to spark a fire.

He’s five and crying, and a blond man kneels in front of him, and says, “Hey, sweetheart. It’s ok. Don’t cry.”

Tony’s shoulders tremble and a big hand envelops his, and the giant says, “Let’s get you home, sweetheart.”

~*~

He is twenty-one and wearing a suit so similar to the one he wore to the funeral it makes him want to puke.

His hands shake, and he wants to bolt, wants to hide in his garage, and pretend this day isn’t here, won’t ever come.

“Large coffee, black, with three shots of espresso,” the barista calls, and he shifts, straightening.

A blond man is standing by the counter, and his chest tightens, tightens, tightens.

He knows that man.

It’s been two years and he can still remember the sky for miles eyes, the soft sadness of his smile.

“You,” he says, soft, and none of the bitterness he feels.

It’s raging, a screaming storm in his belly.

“Hello, sweetheart,” He smiles, a familiar quirk of full lips and passes the coffee to Tony. “You’ll be late,” he reminds Tony gently, steers him out of the coffeeshop.

Happy is waiting, eyes curious and bright. Tony pauses, once, staring at him. “Where are you going?” he asks, again.

His lips tip into a smile, and shakes his head. “Knock ‘em dead, sweetheart,” he says instead, and Tony wants to ask--how do you know. Wants to ask--where do you go? He wants to ask a thousand things.

He keeps those questions trapped behind his teeth and slips into the car.

He is thirteen and standing next to a stack of boxes. Jarvis is parking, and the entirety of MIT’s freshman class mills around him, noise and chaos, all of it older and just out of reach. He’s buffeted by bodies, brushing and careless, a piece of flotsam in the eddying current.

He can barely breathe through the panic of it, through the fear pulsing like a heartbeat in his mouth.

He makes a noise, high and startled, when a hand comes down on his shoulder, twisting and--

“You,” he breathes.

“Me,” his Blond smiles, nodding agreeably. “You need a hand?”

Tony makes a face, “Jarvis will help. You don’t--you don’t have to.”

“I want to,” he says placidly, and hefts two of the boxes. “Lead the way.”

Tony glances around, anxious, but Steve is standing there, patient and burdened, and he huffs, leading the way into the dorm. It’s barely controlled chaos, and he’s buffeted a three times before his giant reaches out, hooks him into his side, and takes the lead, clearing a path with his broad shoulders and heavy boxes.

Tony huffs and follows meekly.

The dorm room is small. It smells of paint, the wall still slightly tacky with it, two beds shoved against the walls.

“It’s not much,” Blond says and Tony shrugs. After almost a decade in and out of boarding schools, it’s not horrible, either.

And--it was his.

The door opened behind them, and they both turned to look at a skinny black kid in an Air Force t-shirt and a bland smile. His gaze tracks over them both and then narrows on Tony. “Tony Stark?”

He nods shyly and the kid grins at him. “I’m James Rhodes.”

Behind him, his Blond makes a small, choked noise, and Tony wonders why, as he shakes his new roommates hand.

~*~

He is nineteen and sober and alone. Rhodey is in a desert, being shot at as he flies across the sky and he promised to stay sober while he was gone, promised that he wouldn’t spiral without anyone here to catch him.

He created an AI that makes DUM-E look primitive in his loneliness and stumbles out of his workshop after three weeks of napping on his couch and inventing.

“Hello, sweetheart,” Steve says and Tony blinks at him.

“Hey, you,” he says, wondering if he’s dreaming.

“You look like hell, Tony,” Steve says, and no, no, if he were dreaming Steve would be much nicer to him.

“Why are you here?” he asks, stupidly.

Steve shrugs. “Thought I’d make you dinner.”

He does. Tony sits on the counter, and watches as Steve makes him grilled cheese and a pot of Mama Rhodes’ chicken noodle soup and when he’s eaten, Steve tucks him into the couch and puts on a movie, curling behind him and holding Tony against his broad, safe chest.

“Thanks,” Tony says, drowsy and content, his spinning mind finally slowing.

“You aren’t alone, sweetheart,” Steve says, softly, and he twists, staring up at the man who has been a part of his life since he was a child, the man who has always comforted him.

“Why do you take care of me?” Tony whispers, because he doesn’t really know anything about Steve.

He just shows up and vanishes and Tony never asks. Maybe because when he was young, it didn’t occur to him. Maybe because now that it has, he’s terrified of making Steve stop.

“I want to,” Steve answers, simply and Tony smiles.

He arches up and kisses Steve in the light of Sarah Connor being terrorized by a time traveling robot.

He tastes, Tony thinks, stupidly, like sunshine.

~*~

He is thirty eight and Rhodey is impatient, heckling at his side, but there is all of Las Vegas sprawled before him, and--his steps hitch and Rhodey huffs. “This guy,” he mutters and Tony twists, grins at him.

This guy.

Steve pushes off the column he’s leaning against, sky for miles blue sweeping over him. Tony is used to it, the way that Steve looks at him. And he’s not. He thinks he won’t ever be truly used to the way he watches Tony--familiar and proprietary and concerned, all at once. Like Tony is unspeakably precious and infinitely desirable.

“Hey, you,” Tony murmurs and Steve smiles, sunshine bright.

“Hello, sweetheart,” he answers.

Rhodey huffs. “You good?”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Rhodeybear,” Tony promises, without looking away from Steve, and his smile widens. They walk silent to his car, and there’s a moment, a brief moment when Christine Everhart approaches, but Steve is drawing him away and a pretty girl with too many questions will never be enough to keep his interest, not when Steve is at his side.

Steve is quiet on the drive, his fingers twisted with Tony’s.

“What’s wrong?” Tony asks, once. Steve’s fingers tighten on his, wordless.

They curl together in one of the lounge chairs and stare up at the stars. Steve keeps a hand pressed to his heart, and his lips to Tony’s hair.

In the morning, he disentangles himself from Steve, presses a kiss to his forehead, and leaves him sleeping there, sweet and young, in his bed.

He boards his plane, and Rhodey sits next to him as they fly to Afghanistan.

~*~

He is forty and sitting in a nameless burger shack along the Pacific coast, when Steve drops across from him.

He’s big and beautiful and he looks the same as he did when Tony was six and staring up at him.

“Hey, you,” he says, smiling.

“Hello, sweetheart,” Steve answers and passes him a flat, shiny wrapped box, “Happy birthday.” Tony arches an eyebrow and opens it. His breath catches, staring at the framed sketch, his tower in all her sleek beauty towering over New York.

“She isn’t finished yet,” he tells Steve. “And Pepper hasn’t shared any of the plans. How?”

Steve smiles, and shrugs. Steals a french fry. “Is that really the question you want to ask?” he asks, innocently. Tony huffs and Steve grins.

“It’ll look good in your office,” he says, and Tony doesn’t answer, because it will. He’s already decided it would.

“You ever going to answer my questions?” Tony asks and Steve’s expression does something complicated, his gaze hungry and longing and sad, and it doesn’t make any sense because he’s here.

He’s right here, and he’s been Steve’s for so long he can’t remember what it’s like, to belong to someone else, and Steve is the one who leaves, who never stays--

He swallows hard, and looks away, blinking back tears. His heart feels tight and aching, a familiar pain that has nothing to do with the arc reactor. “Will you ever stay?” he asks, and hates himself for the longing in his voice that he can’t temper, can’t contain.

Steve reaches for his hand, squeezes it in his own. “Soon.”

Tony looks at him, and Steve smiles sweetly, a contrast to the worry and sadness in his sky for miles eyes. “I promise, sweetheart.”

~*~

He is nineteen and the other mourners have all retreated, left him alone in the rain.

He thinks Rhodey is sitting in the car--after the past three days, he doesn’t really blame his best friend for refusing to go any further than that. There is mud and water staining his suit and dripping off his hair and into his mouth and it’s nice, because he can cry and no one will ever know.

“Do you mind if I join you, sweetheart?”

He doesn’t look up.

He doesn’t need to look to know.

“I thought you might come,” he says instead, and Steve settles next to him. He’s wearing a suit, and Tony eyes it briefly before his gaze goes back to the gaping hole.

There should be three. His parents and the man who raised him, all lined up in a row. Jarvis is being sent back to England, though, to be buried with Ana.

“I hated him,” Tony says, tightly.

“I know,” Steve says, quiet.

“I hate him,” Tony snarls.

“Him dyin’ doesn’t mean he hasn’t spent nineteen years hurtin’ you, sweetheart,” Steve says, gently.

Tony inhales a sob hitching in his throat. “I miss him,” he admits, and Steve makes a quiet noise and pulls Tony close to him.

He breaks.

He breaks in a way that he couldn’t, or wouldn’t, with Rhodey, a lifetime of soft hands and gentle words from this man wrapping around him, cocooning him in safety and Steve’s scent mixed with mud and rain, and he sobs, great big shattering things, while the rain falls steady and Steve holds him together.

~*~

He is eight and carrying handfuls of bent metal and rubber treads to the road. His hands hurt, and his face throbs, and none of it hurts as much as Howard--Howard, not Dad, not ever Dad again--dismissive disregard, or the way he took a wrench to the bot, mangling and destroying it.

He’d backhanded Tony during his drunken fury, a blow that left him dazed and a bruise rising on his cheek.

Jarvis would be upset if he knew that Tony had snuck out to shove the remains of his first bot into their trash.

He says that too many people want to hurt him, would use him to get to Howard. At the moment, Tony doesn’t care. He almost wants to be taken.

He sits on the grass next to the remains of his bot, his bloody hands clenched in the grass.

"They'll get infected," someone says and Tony blinks up, up, up. The man is backlit by the setting sun and faintly familiar and Tony makes a curious, broken noise before he stoops and catches Tony's hands in his big, gentle grip. He is all blond and big and his smile is sweet and safe.

"Lemme clean 'em up?" he asks, and no one ever asks. Even Jarvis tells him, kind and patient but orders, nonetheless. This.

This is patient and waiting, and Tony is breathless with it, and the smile his big blond savior gives him.

He cleans Tony's hands with splashes of water and the soft flannel of his shirt and eyes the pile of metal scraps.

"What happened?"

Tony considers lying. He grew up lying to strangers and the media, preserving the name of the family and the company, an iron strong facade.

His face hurts and his blood is on a stranger's hands and his bot, his creation is lying shattered in the trash.

"Howard happened," he says. It's strange, what that sentence does to his savior's face. The way it makes him go pale and then fury, like a storm clouds, darkens his eyes.

“He did this?” he asks, choked. “Sweetheart.”

A door behind them opens, and Tony--Tony jerks his hands free of his savior and darts away, confusion and that word, sweetheart ringing in his head.

It’s familiar.

It’s safe.

And from a stranger, a gentle giant blond man who looks at Tony like he is precious--it shouldn’t be.

~*~

He is twenty-three and sitting in a cafe, anonymous the way that only New York allowed. The barista keeps shooting curious looks at him, but the two hundred dollar tip he dropped in the jar is buying more than just the largest coffee she could come up with and the big blueberry muffin he’s picking at.

“Hello, sweetheart,” Steve says and Tony smiles into his coffee as he looks up.

He’s still beautiful, still larger than life and brighter than sunshine, and smiling at Tony in a way he just doesn’t understand.

“Hello, you,” he says, softly and Steve’s cheeks go pink, charming and sweet. “Why are you here?”

“I missed you,” he says, simply, and Tony arches an eyebrow. It’s been two long years since he last saw Steve, and sometimes, he can convince himself that Steve, this never changing larger than life figure that smiles so softly at him, was just a fever dream, a figment of his imagination summoned by his lonely imagination.

But then.

There is this.

Moments like this.

“What are you working on?” Steve asks and Tony arches an eyebrow at him. Steve’s expression flickers. “I’m not Sunset,” he says, softly.

“A holoscreen. I want to be able to play with schematics in 3D.”

Steve hums, thoughtful, and Tony waits.

Waits to be told he can’t do it. Waits for Steve to laugh, the way that Obie does. Waits to be told to build something that blows up because that’s what he’s good at.

Steve reaches out and picks up his oversized coffee, drinking from the same place Tony had, lips closing over the edge of the cup where Tony’s had been. He watches, mouth dry and heart pounding.

“I can’t wait to see it, sweetheart,” Steve says and Tony’s heart tumbles.

~*~

He is twelve and the graduation robe is too big and hot, and he crosses the stage in deathly silence.

He’d tried to say he didn’t want to attend graduation, tried to convince Mama to take him to Spain instead.

Howard shut that down before the protest was fully formed--his son graduating high school valedictorian at age twelve was the best kind of publicity, and he made it a fucking spectacle.

Tony takes his diploma with a smile that feels like a grimace, shakes the dean’s hand and proceeds down the stairs, under the heavy weight of his father’s gaze and a small army of the press, and two hundred fellow graduates, who hate him.

He’s never felt as alone as he does, in this moment.

And then someone whistles, a loud piercing thing that makes Tony’s head snap up as the same person cheers, a lone voice in a crowded theatre and--

There.

Big and broad and hidden under a ballcap, but he recognizes the broad spread of his shoulders, would recognize them anywhere, and Tony smiles, wide and toothy and pleased.

~*~

He is thirty-two and laying in the sun, near naked, in a tiny pair of black panties, when a shadow falls over him.

“You said you were gonna nap,” he mumbles, not bothering to move. Rhodey’s seen him in less, and liked it. He’s helped Tony shop for panties, and there was one very confused Christmas when he gave Tony panties that matched his own dress uniform.

Catching Tony in black silk was not even in the top hundred awkward moments.

“Hello, sweetheart.”

Tony freezes, all sun warm sleepiness washed away by two words in a familiar deep voice.

“Hey, you,” he rasps, and Steve laughs.

“Stay still, doll,” Steve says, easy as anything, and even though he’s aching to see him, to drink him in, he does as he’s told.

Steve’s hands are almost cool against his skin, slippery with coconut scented lotion, and Tony moans, helpless, when his thumbs dig in, hard, working his tight muscles.

Steve hums in answer.

Later, he won’t be able to say how long it lasts--it never lasts long enough--or when he drifts off to sleep. Later, he’ll think it’s a dream, Steve’s big hands wringing stress and pleasure from him like a limp rag, his voice a soothing murmur of praise poured out like sun-warmed oil, the fluttering wet heat of his mouth against Tony’s skin, pressing kisses into butter soft skin.

Later he’ll wake, cock and panties sticky and uncomfortable and he’ll think it’s a dream, and Rhodey will stare at him, all distressed displeasure and it is one of their top hundred awkward moments after all.

Later, he’ll stand in his bathroom and see the bite blooming, livid teeth mark and dark bruise, against his skin, and he’ll smile.

~*~

He is six years old when Mama takes him to Disney World. Howard is in the Arctic, again, spending the summer months searching for Captain America and Mama drives him to Disney for the week of his birthday.

It’s a child’s wonderland, a dizzy explosion of noise and lights, cheery music and twisting rides, and Mama laughing, her hair tied with a big red bow, her mouth a wide happy grin and he loves her, loves this, madly.

He loves it and it’s fascinating, the twisting turning rides, the animatronics, and he wants to take them to pieces, wants to discover what makes them work.

He’s staring, wide eyed and entranced, waiting impatiently for his turn to ride It’s a Small World again when a blond man slides into the boat next to him.

“Do you mind if I ride with you?” he asks, and Tony blinks up at the small mountain of a man. He reminds Tony, distantly, of the man Dad likes to talk about, the one he’s looking for.

“You,” Tony says, decisively, “Look like Captain America.”

The man startles a laugh, and Tony grins at him, as the ride begins.

~*~

He is twenty-four and sitting in the corner of a busy hospital corridor, tucked into it so small that he can feel his heartbeat against his thighs and it’s not enough because he can still feel the world beating at him, can still feel the eyes of people, watching as they go by.

He wants, more than he ever has in his life, to be invisible.

To be alone and unobserved in his grief.

“Hello, sweetheart,” Steve says, and Tony almost, almost laughs. He isn’t even surprised, to see Steve, looming over him like a blond mountain, face earnest and sad.

Steve sighs, curling down into a boulder sized lump and tugs at Tony until he’s leaning against his shoulder, Tony’s tears pressed there.

He doesn’t ask, just sits quiet and Tony finally says, “I don’t worry, when he’s home. I worry all the time, when he’s over there, when he’s deployed. But when he’s home, he’s supposed to be safe. He’s supposed to be ok.” He hiccups, guilt a hot shard in his gut. “I was so relieved he was home I didn’t worry, and--”

“You worrying about him wouldn’t have stopped him from being in that accident, Tony,” Steve says, gently.

And the thing is--he knows Steve is right.

But--

“It might have,” he says. “It might--I don’t know because I wasn’t thinking about him. He was home, he was supposed to be safe.”

He’s crying again, big shaking sobs, and Steve is pulling him close, his voice a soothing rumble and Tony clings to him, to that comfort, and cries.

Steve stays there, holding him, for hours. Until the doctors finally come and tell him--Rhodey is going to be ok.

~*~

He is twenty nine and the world is spinning. The scotch is smooth on his tongue, the burn long since gone. It’s December sixteenth and his parents are dead, have been dead for ten long years.

He could go out, find someone to fuck. It’d probably help the itchy aching empty in his gut, the place that longs to be filled up with someone who loves him.

Not someone. He lies to the entire world and never minds, not even a little bit. But he’s never been good at lying to himself.

He doesn’t want the empty mindless sex of strangers, not today.

He wants Rhodey, strong and steady, solid enough to handle Tony crashing against him.

He wants Steve, quiet and beautiful and looming in every corner of his life, a presence larger than life and older than his own memories.

He wants his Mama.

Tony swallows more of the Scotch and stares into the darkness spread over the Pacific ocean, achingly alone.

He’s drunk.

Drunk enough that Jarvis is a distant voice he barely hears, drunk enough that his gaze is blurry and unfocused, when he peers through the darkness at the giant blond coming to crouch next to him.

“You,” he says, tongue thick and clumsy

“Hello, sweetheart,” Steve murmurs.

~*~

He is fifteen and Ty is smirking at Sunset. He’s got an arm around Tony, and Tony can feel Rhodey’s cold glare, the anger and disapproval that his best friend is emanating, but Ty is warm and grounding and his blood is pounding in his veins.

He thinks maybe the coke Ty gave him was laced with something. He doesn’t feel so great.

Sunset is in his space, and he makes a startled noise when she kisses him, reels back a little but the arm around his waist tightens, pulls him back into her and his muffled protest is eaten away by her lips and tongue, her sharp teeth.

Ty’s hand is tight, bruising, on his hip. He wants to scream.

“He doesn’t look like he’s having much fun,” a familiar voice says and it takes her attention, makes Ty’s hand loosen just a little.

He’s standing there, in a pair of painted on jeans and a white shirt that’s even tighter, an a dubious expression edged with fury.

“You,” Tony mouths and sky for miles blue smiles at him, a quick flicker of acknowledgment.

“I think I know what my boyfriend wants,” Ty says, sharply and he blinks. Slow and placid.

Tony swallows a hysterical giggle.

“You let your boyfriend get kissed like that by a whore who only wants his tech? That is what you were talking about, before you came in, isn’t it?”

Tony blinks and Sunset’s fingers dig into his shoulders, her expression so furious he wants to hide, for just a heartbeat.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about,” she snarls.

“Did you know?” Tony asks, small and plaintive and Blond flinches, a look on his face like nothing Tony’s ever seen before.

Ty, though. Ty is staring at him, impatient and exasperated, and it’s strange because Rhodey looks at him like that all the time, but it’s never made him feel small and unsafe, never made him want to apologize.

Rhodey looks at him with exasperated impatience mingled with rich fondness.

“Tony,” Blond says and he makes a noise, small and hurt and he doesn’t know how, doesn’t really know where Sunset and Ty have slithered away to, or why they aren’t protesting more. He only knows Rhodey is there, a warm familiar presence, and he’s being held against a broad chest that rumbles under his head.

“Thanks for that, man.” Rhodey says. “Wasn’t real sure how to get him out of that.”

“Anything for him.”

Tony thinks--it’s true. He means it.

“What’s your name, man?” Rhodey asks and the chest under his cheek shakes.

“Steve.”

~*~

He is forty two and the world is ending, and it’s not just because Steve is standing in front of him, beautiful and treating him like a stranger.

He is forty two and the man who has haunted his entire life is standing there, giving orders and how the actual fuck did he never put together his Steve with Captain fucking America.

“Stark,” Rogers snaps, and oh.

Oh.

He blinks the hurt away, arranges his face into something that resembles carefree control, smiles. “Capsicle.”

There is vindictive pleasure in the way that Steve flinches.

There is the same pleasure in needling him, picking at him until they’re in each other’s faces, and Steve is staring at him and he does look like a stranger, because Steve has never looked at him like that.

There’s a moment, when they’re fighting to keep the helicarrier in the sky, when his Steve is at his back, working with him. There’s a moment, when his Steve tries to comfort him.

It’s not enough.

They fight and it’s easy, easier than it should be--and it’s not enough.

He flies a nuke into space, and Steve’s voice is tight and scared as he warns Tony off, protective and his and he wishes like hell they were alone, for this, that the entire team wasn’t listening in.

He flies the nuke into space, and plummets to the earth, and when he opens his eyes, sky for miles blue stares down at him.

Steve.

He sighs, and smiles. “Hey, you.”

Steve laughs and it sounds like a sob, “Hello, sweetheart.”

~*~

He is forty-three when Steve sits down across from him. “In the year 2023, the world is gonna change. And it won’t need Captain America. It won’t need Iron Man. So I came back.”

“Why?” Tony asks.

Steve’s been in New York for three days, after his walkabout, and he came back with a very domestic ex-assassin in tow, sending SHIELD into a panic.

But he’s here and he’s watching Tony with big familiar eyes and a hopeful smile, and he’s talking.

“There’s a lot I can’t tell you,” Steve says and maybe it would be harder to accept but this is a man who has shadowed every bit of his life, who looks exactly like he did when he was five and eight and twenty and thirty-two.

“Tell me why you came back,” Tony says, and his heart is beating too hard, a frantic thrum. His fingers itch to reach out and touch.

Steve smiles, sweet and familiar. “I came back for you,” he says, easy as anything, and Tony thinks--maybe it is.

~*~

He is three days old, a tiny screaming version of who he will one day be.

Steve stares down at him, at this little boy who will become the man he loves. He has waited so long--he has so long still to wait. But the events are in motion now--his other self safely in Peggy’s arms and Bucky is safe and Tony--

Maybe this time, he and Tony can get it right.

The baby is quieting now, staring up at him with big beautiful eyes, and Steve smiles.

He whispers, “Hello, sweetheart.”

#stony fic #stony #superhusbands #arei writes fic #steve rogers #tony stark #captain america #ironman #james rhodes #time travel #post-Endgame

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statesangriaold · 3 years

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@toscrve: “ i’ve got you. it’s okay. ” too lazy to find the meme lol

𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐓𝐘. sure, penny has stuck around for general pilot's work, but the danger of being a field agent is supposed to be long gone--- which is why she's caught so off-guard when she finds a complete stranger going through her office. before she knows it, his gun is drawn, and the only thing that runs through her head is the little girl that follows behind her.

❝ EMMA, RUN! ❞ she turns around for half a second to push her daughter out of the door frame before a shot sounds. she's hit in the back of the shoulder, and with the amount of adrenaline pumping through her, she barely feels it. immediately, she's facing the culprit, charging at him without hesitation. it's a close fight, one that feels like it lasts forever. it's only when steve comes in that penny realizes she's blacked out--- that there's blood on her hands and the intruder's skull has been bashed into the fireplace. she's not much worse for wear.

❝ steve, ❞ she pants, pain beginning to creep into her bones, emphasized in her shoulder, around her neck, the side of her face--- it was a hell of a fight. i've got you, steve says, and as soon as he puts his hands on her to help her up, penny shoves him away. ❝ emma, go find emma! find my fucking daughter! ❞ she screams, vision blurred as she scrambles to her feet. ❝ i told her to run--- emma! emma, come to mama! apollo, go find emma! ❞

#toscrve #▎▏✯ ❛ 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄. ❜ ( answered. )#listen this is a hot mess #BUT U ASKED FOR ANGST #AND I HAVENT WRITTEN IN A MINUTE #SO THIS IS WHAT U GET

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i-jus-wanna-writehappy · 4 years

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Let’s Hear It For The Boy

Pairing: 1940s!Bucky Barnes x black!fem!Reader

Warnings: Cursing, I think? There usually is.

Author’s Note: This has been written for forever, I just haven’t transferred it. I hope you enjoy it nonetheless 😊 This part is more of a filler, so I hope it isn’t too boring

Tag List: @thotyana-in-this-hoe @gooblinshoorkie @neeadinghugs

Masterlist Black Girl Insert Series

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It's just another day at work for you as you yell to the kids across the playground, "Jamal! Get your behind off those monkey bars before you bruise your face again!"

"Tottie, keep your lips to yourself before I call your mama!"

Unbeknownst to you, Bucky is standing at the small fence corralling you and your class into the playground of the community center. He watches with a smile as you direct the children, a little girl tugging your skirt to grab your attention.

"Yes, Sandra?" You say politely to the little girl - who is no older than six - as you kneel down to her height. "Look Y/N, my momma put new beads in my hair last night." Smiling at her, you jangle the beads playfully, "I noticed, it's very pretty."

Now Sandra smiles pridefully, "You see I have all the different colors? My momma didn't put white though, cause she said ain't no white person ever did nothin for her or for me, so I don't need no white beads."

Your eyebrows furrow in sadness at the ignorance being given as you take Sandra's hands. You're about to explain to her that thinking that way will only make the world worse, but an irritatingly familiar voice beats you to it, "Well now that makes perfect sense, but I bet this white boy can help make your teacher a lot nicer."

Glaring at Bucky, you release Sandra's hand, telling her to go and play while you talk to the stranger. "What in the world are you doing here, White Boy?" You question with a quirked eyebrow as you walk to Bucky, who has long since stepped over the fence. "I asked your roommate where I could find you. I told you to get ready, Doll."

Before you can respond, Jamal yells out from his continuous post on the monkey bars, "Ooh! Y/N's got a white boy! Y/N's got a white boy!" Bucky only smirks as you go and hastily pull the boy from the jungle gym. His little seven year old legs struggle to keep up as you walk quickly to the steps, "Now you get to sit here for the rest of recess and you're sitting out inside too."

Now enough is definitely enough. You turn to make Bucky leave, but you see him giving Sandra a piece of chocolate and taking her hand, the two making their way to you. If looks could could, Bucky would be dead, but they can't, so all he is is smirking at you sending a wink once your eyes move from Sandra back to him.

"Doesn't the phrase stranger danger mean anything to you, Sandra?" You scold the girl who now has chocolate all around her mouth. Sandra just widens her eyes, "I'm sorry Y/N, but he's so nice, and I thought he was your friend." Though you glare at Bucky, you kneel tenderly before Sandra, "Honey, if a grown man gives you chocolate, don't take it. Whether he's my friend or not, it isn't safe. Come on, recess is over."

Standing back to your full height, you beckon the rest of the kids to you, but Sandra still holds fast to dumb Bucky. "If he's your friend, don't that mean he can dance with us?" His plan dawns on you now, making you huff through your nose. "Now wait a second, Doll. I just wanna learn a few moves."

Rolling your eyes, you take the hands of the children closest to you, "And you just wanna dance?" Smiling wide and victorious, Bucky nods with finality, "On my honor, Doll. And it won't hurt to have such a pretty instructor." All of your girls giggle at this, sending whispers back and forth about Jamal being right. "Fine. But don't pester me once you learn."

* * * * *

The lesson goes well, and you finally have the worry of harassment from those two boys and possibly their friends off of your shoulders.

But then the next day comes, and with it, it brings not only Bucky, but Steve as well. "Come on White Boy, I thought you said no more pestering." You chastise when you walk outside with your kids, only to find the two men playing on the jungle gym.

The two climb off of the contraption, Steve looking at you as if the two of them have been punished, but Bucky is just smiling widely, "I just thought it would only be fair that Stevie learn a twist or two, especially considering you teach and he wanted to learn." Your kids have long since run off to start playing, so you don't hesitate to rub your worried forehead, "I teach kids though, Buck.”

Steve steps forward, hoping to convince you and not just annoy you as it seems Bucky is doing, "Well, we're kids at heart, Miss." You shake your head, thinking of how silly you're being, and the kids seem to enjoy their company. "Then that's enough for me, and please, call me Y/N." You smile at Steve.

"But," You start, focusing your hard stare on Bucky because Steve doesn't deserve the scolding yet, "No more coming to the center. My kids' safety is first priority. I don't need any of your friends coming around here and scaring them. It's happened before, and you know where I live as an alternative.”

#marvel #marvel imagine #bucky barnes x reader #buckyxreader #mcu imagine #black reader insert #black girl insert series #bucky x black!reader #black!fem!reader #finally using my queue

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justmewoo · 5 years

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Legacy [ Avengers x Male Reader]

Male Son Reader x Steve x Wanda x Tony

A/N: So this is about steve having a son with peggy lets just pretend they did it before steve got frozen and not knowing about it until decades later. I just came up with it today so idk if I should make a second part or continue it. So please comment or message me and let me know if I should continue it or not. Enjoy!

Unedited because dont know if people will like it.

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I never expected in meeting my father ever. After all I was produce from a wonderful love that both had for each other. At least that's what my mother used to tell me. That I wasn't a mistake but a blessing because she now had a little piece of HIM.

Not to mention how much I look like my father. She told me about having similar interest as him. But when I uses to ask her about him she said he had disappear before she ever got the chance to tell him about me in 1945. I wasn't born till XX XX 1946.

She had given birth to a little blond baby boy. My grandparents had helped her raised me. Due to her job in S.H.I.E.L.D it was a bit difficult because she was always busy attending work and traveling.

Sometimes she would take me with her to work and meet the people who worked there. I became close with Howard Stark the founder of S.H.I.E.L.D. He was like a father to me.

"[Male Reader] can you please stay still like a good little boy while mommy goes to a meeting with Howard?" I was only about five years old when I got a chance to go with her that day.

I nodded. "I promise i'll be a good boy mama." I said giggling as she gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"I won't take long so please finish doing your homework so we can go back to your grandparents house." She opened the door of her office and left me sitting alone. I grabbed my school bag from the floor then went to take a seat in her chair.

I opened my bag to take out my school supplies and homework. I read through the paper to realize it was math and history homework with some coloring drawings of Captain America. I clapped my hands in happiness as I decided to work on my dad's homework first. "I'm going to color you Papa." I said outloud smiling. I suddenly got up and walked over to the corner where she had a small radio and turned it on to hear music. Then returned back to continue working on my homework and trying to whistle on my own.

Once I finished doing my homework I had an idea of going to look for mom and show her my drawing of dad. I quickly got up from my chair with paper in hand and opened the door.

I left the door half opened and ran down the hallways looking for her. In one hand I had the drawing while the other one I carried a picture of dad that my mother gave me. I turned a few left and right before finding the room where they have their meetings. I opened the door to find it empty. "Where's mama." I asked to myself before shutting the door and continue to run looking everywhere for her.

It wasn't till I accidently bumped into something hard. It caused me to drop the picture and homework on the ground. I had landed on the floor with my knees injuring them. "Ouchie that hurts." I murmure to myself. I looked up and saw a figure standing in front of me.

He was wearing a black jacket with black pants. He's left arm was made out of metal. He had a red star on the same metal arm. He bent down to my height and extended his hand out to me. I took his hand in mind and stood up. I stared at him for a few minutes feeling a bit uneasy and confused because I have never seen him before.

"I'm sorry I didn't see you there you alright bud?" The stranger said. I nodded my head before turning around looking for the pieces of papers but, I could only see the drawing and not my dad's picture. "Looking for this." I turn around to face the man again to see the picture of my dad in his hand.

I tried jumping to grab it from him. "That's mine give it my papa." I said as tears where on the verge of falling. I retreated the picture from his hand and protected it on my chest hiding it from him. He smirked before retreating and walking away leaving me alone I could only watch as he disappeared that day.

I never told my mother about that day. It's not that I didn't want to tell her it's just something about him made the guy look dangerous. Growing up I tried my best to distract myself and forget about that memory. So as I continued to grow up. I got more and more involved with S.H.I.E.L.D at age twenty four in the year 1970 I was able to sign up for the military. But my mother wasn't very found of the idea that her only son would join the war. She simply didn't want me to disappear in the middle of a battle like my father.

"Come on Ma, nothing bad will happen to me." I said talking to my mother inside her office.

"I don't want you to put your life in danger [Male Reader] why did you go behind my back and join the military." She yelled back.

"THIS. This is the reason why I went behind your back because I knew you would react this way. Nothing bad will happen to me you i'm twenty four years old for crying out loud." I turned around walking towards the door turning my back to her waiting for her to say something.

"If you walk out of this office in this very instant you can't forget about having a mother young man." She yelled once again.

I glanced behind my shoulder before opening the door taking a step forward. "Then I guess you just lost a son... I apologize for following my father's steps, have a good day agent Carter." I said closing the door after me.

I'm furious that she doesn't support my idea of wanting to follow my father's steps. I'm a Rogers it runs through my blood. I walked in silence passing by people with my hands inside my pockets. I ignored people's stares and walked out to find Howard Stark holding flowers and a can of something with Jarvis getting inside the car.

"What's the matter [Male Reader] did your mother find out?" I walked feeling annoyed not making eye contact with him.

I made my way over to them nodding my head. "Yes Sir my Ma, found out about it I mean Agent Carter because she no longer has a son at least according to her. You think I can be adopted by you and your wife. I promise to be a big brother to your baby." I said joking around.

"Real funny [Male Reader] but you know she doesn't think that. She just doesn't want her only son to leave and have something bad happen to you. You will understand what a parent has to deal with when you have your own kids some day. But you're welcome to come visit and meet the baby when my wife gives birth." He patted my shoulder and got inside the car. I closed the door after him.

"Hey Jarvis, take good care of Mr. Howard and his family. And take care of that baby too who knows maybe if it's a girl i'll date her in the future." I laughed earning a slap from Jarvis. "Woah, I was just kidding."

"I heard that [Male Reader]" spoke Howard. "Win that war against the Vietnamese." I nodded.

I watched as the car drove away.

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Dear Mom,

I know the last time I saw you was over a week ago. But I just had to come and fight in the war. Maybe I shouldn't had been harsh on you. So I apologize I didn't mean to hurt your feelings mom. The situation here has become difficult with the new orders from Nixon its going to take a while to get home. There's a pair of dog tags I recieved please give them to Howard's kid I want them to have it. But I promise to get home save I love you Ma.

"Rogers! Hurry up we need you in the front lines. Finish writing that letter later come on son!" The sargeant yelled.

I quickly put the letter away and placed it inside the envelope. "Yes sir!"

The war against Vietnam lasted for the whole month of July. At least that's what we where told but in reality it lasted for five years. It was complicated in the beginning because it took a lot of time to get used to been out in the woods. It was hard seeing innocent people killed when we passed through the villages. The first time I had to shoot someone took a lot of me to be able to pull the trigger. Not having anything warm to drink or eat during the winter was something I had to get used to. Not being able to sleep was the one thing that I wish I wouldn't have to adjust too but it was a must. Slowly though I was able to get used to it.

As each year passed I continued to write letters to my mother. Each month I would also recieve her response with a care package. I left for the war at twenty four now after five years i'm now twenty nine. But the conditions in the jungle made situations worse. Sometimes it would rain or the conditions in the jungle where to much to bare. Seeing many soldiers die has opened my eyes and made me realize how precious life can be. And also left me thinking about the things my dad had went through.

The second year my mother continued to sent me letters and care packages. From cookies to a small piece of my favorite cake. She even sent it me my favorite snacks as a kid. What suprised me was when Howard had sent it a big care package with a letter to me.

"Woah, look at that fellas Rogers ove here got a package from Mr. Stark himself." Evan a soldier who became a good friend of mine over the past two years shouted grabbing the attention from the rest of the group. Everyone gathered around me looking at what I had recieved.

I had to use all my force of in order to open the big box. Once I opened it tons of good food was placed in clean silver plates. Some contain good amounts of fancy food. Some that I haven't seen in my life. Underneath where pairs of socks and combat boots.

I grinned. "Looks like there's good amounts of food for everyone come dig in." I shouted. Everyone gathered each grabbing their own food. While everyone ate including the sageants I looked inside the envelope to find a letter from him.

Dear [Male Reader] Rogers.

I haven't heard from you for quite a while now. Your mother has told me about the situation of the war so I decided to sent you some supplies along with food you can use and eat. I have also recieved your military dog tags but I can imagine you getting in trouble for losing them. Not sure if your mother has inform you but your a big brother to my son Anthony Edward Stark. So make sure to get back safe here's a picture of him.

See you soon Rogers.

I looked inside the envelope to find a picture of a little boy who looked like Howard and Maria. "This must be him Anthony." I smiled to myself. I folded the picture and put it inside my pocket. I digged in to the delicious food and ate with the group.

________________________

As the years continued to pass by we where slowly winning the war. But unfortuately many soldiers where taken hostage by the Vietnamese or dead. During an operation to rescue them a lot of them got wounded or killed. I was fortuante to be alive and carried out the plan But thankfully when we where able to get them out we had already won.

It was the longest five years of my life. We where on our way home on April 30, 1975. Five years of my life was spent out in the battlefield. What finally felt like ages we where back in New York. Our air plane had finalled landed. Evan and I where some of the few who made it out alive. We took our bags and exited the plane along with the rest of the troops.

As I walked the small stairs from the plane I could see my mother along with Howard and his wife standing with her. And a little boy being carried by Jarvis. They slowly began to speed walk towards me. I ran until I had finally reach my mother and hugged her. Tears of joy where spilling from my eyes. Feeling the warmth of my mother gave me the feeling of secure and safety. I kissed her on the cheek. "Welcome back son I've missed you so much." She said in between sobs.

"You're a giant [Male Reader]." Mrs Stark said from behind us. My mother and I pull away from the hug. I looked at Maria and Howard and hugged them. Maria gave me a kiss in the cheek while Howard gave me a hug.

"It's good to have you back son. You've gotten taller and stronger look at all those muscles." Howard joked around.

"Thanks. But both of you look great as well everyone does. Even you Jarvis come here and give me a hug." I yanked him and gave him a huge hug. He was carrying a little boy in his arms.

"Big brother [Male Name]." The little boy clunged to my neck. I carried him into my arms and ruffle his hair with my hand. "We finally get to meet Anthony. I'm guessing you told him about me after all." I said turning to them.

"Of course. You made a promise don't you remember. Plus Tony show him what your wearing under your shirt." Howard said. Anthony took something out from his shirt. It was the dog tags I had sent the first year I was away.

"It looks like we are brothers little Tony. Big brother [Male Name] is going to always keep you safe I promised. Now let's go home i'm starving I can really go for some cheese burgers." Everyone laughed and made our way to the car.

"It's good to be back."

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Should I continue it and do part 2?

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Fair warning. This is a mess and I didn’t edit it. Enjoy.

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You didn’t get the strangers name, but Captain America might not have been your first guess when you took an attractive man back to your rented for the semester apartment. He had a frankly ridiculous haircut and a cheesy line about missing American accents while abroad, but he was obscurely fit and didn’t give off any creepy vibes, so you took him home with you on a Monday night after a none too subtle remark about eating you out.

It was a really great decision, as it turned out.

Except for the part where he was a national fugitive, but he had a beard and a bad haircut, so no one would notice, probably. If they did death would be a small price to pay for the amazing (three) orgasms he gave you. And you didn’t even have to tell him not to choke you.

Laying in bed next to Captain America while on your semester abroad was probably one of the best moments in your life that you’d never be able to tell anyone about.

“So I figured it out.” You finally said when your breath returns to a steady pace and you’re still wallowing in the afterglow. “It kind of sucks that I’m never going to get to brag about this, but I guess that’s how it goes.” You turned onto your side when you felt him tensing up beside you. You sigh and run a soft hand over his abs, both to calm him and to be gluttonous. “I’m not going to say anything. We’ve all got our secrets.”

“I shouldn’t have done this.” He starts to get up but you grab him by the cock and he hisses, staying still.

“Way to ruin the afterglow honey. Stay a minute. I’m not going to be any more unsafe to you if you let yourself relax a while longer.”

“You don’t understand, it’s not safe for you, it was selfish and-“

“And I probably made you homesick.”

He looks at you from where he’s half sitting up and half laying back, your hand still has a firm grasp on his cock. His eyes are sad you take pity on him, letting go and sitting up to kiss him on the lips.

“Be a gentleman and make me breakfast in the morning before you go.”

He watches you even as you let go of him and lay back down, one arm held out in a silent invitation to cuddle against you.

It takes him a few minutes of internal warring before he finally lays back down and sets his head against your chest. You run your fingers through his hair and let your eyes drift closed. He won’t be there when you wake up, but you’re alright with that.

——

He leaves you the mixing for an omelet in a bowl in fridge, attached to a note that says, “Thank you.”

You roll your eyes and make the omelet. It’s actually pretty well seasoned with a good variety of veg. Who knew Captain America could cook. It makes you a little sad when you think about him cooking just for himself.

Maybe he’s got some of his fellow fugitives with him. It probably wouldn’t be safe and he wouldn’t be missing American accents if he did though.

——

Three weeks later you’re starting to feel like shit but you put it up to the flu.

——

Three months later you admit that it’s not just a couple missed cycles and you go to the doctor.

——

Three years later Captain America is less a fugitive, half the world is dead and you see him in leading a support group while you’re on your way to pick your kid up from a babysitter. You stop in to say hi.

He stares at the kid on your hip who is more or less uninterested in him while he plays with your phone.

“Who’s this?” He asked, and you smiled, a little awkwardly.

“Can we do this in private?”

——

“I’m so sorry.” He groaned, head in his hands while your baby, toddler really, is chasing a ball around the room. It’s kind of like a cat, which you’ve always liked. Equally needy, equally bitchy, equally cute.

“Steve, you don’t really have anything to be sorry for. By the time I went to the doctor you were probably three countries gone, and I didn’t exactly have your number.” You huffed a laugh. “My girlfriend and I manage fine.” Your kid screams in triumph when it finally catches the elusive ball, holding it up high above his head in both hands for you to see. It’s bigger than he is, but that doesn’t bother him.

“Good job honey.” You tell them and they scream and throw the ball to chase it all over again

“Kids.” You tell him with a shrug.

Steve is just watching him with fascination, and it’s kind of endearing.

“I’m not gonna ask for child support or anything.” You finally tell him when he’s been staring at your kid for long enough. “I just saw you and thought you’d like to know. My girlfriend and I are a double income household and with all the assistance programs we qualify for, we make it work.”

“I- Thank you for telling me.” He said, hanging his head again. “I should’ve stayed and cooked you the omelet myself.”

“You did your best. Did you pack up and leave that night?”

He looked up at you and smiled sheepishly, telling you everything you needed to know.

“It was a difficult time, I don’t hold anything against you. I kind of always wanted a kid anyway. We call it our little miracle.”

“You and your girlfriend?” He asked and you nod.

“Yeah.”

“Were you... with her when-“

“Yup.” You say before he has to finish. “We’re pretty open. I like to...” you glance at your toddler and decide to use a euphemism, “Date casually. Just for the night, or two, you know? We’re not really into denying yourself carnal pleasure for the sake of monogamy.”

“I see.” He said, not as surprised as you expected him to be, which was nice. “I just can’t get around it though. I mean, you say he’s mine and I believe you, but we used a condom, how can-“

“Super sperm.” You say with a shrug, “I think one of us would’ve noticed if it broke, but maybe there was some microscopic hole that let something through? I mean, technically they’re only 98% effective, but I always assumed they just said that to cover their own asses. Jay!” You called when you saw your toddler getting dangerously close to a snack table. “Allergies.”

“Mooooom.” Whine. Stamp foot. Throw ball.

“That’s my queue.” You sigh and stand up, digging in your purse for a scrap of paper. You put your number down and hand it to Steve. “Call if you want to see him. I prefer calls. Texts... Don’t text.” You laughed and reached a hand out toward your pouting toddler. “Come on, Jay, Mama’s waiting for us at home.”

“Mama!” He screamed, the nice ear piercing scream that you loved so much, and ran towards you, ready for you to pick him up and carry him all the way to Mama. “Mama, Mama, Mama, Mama, Mama, Mama, Mama!”

“I’ll see you around, Steve. Say bye to Steve, Jay.”

“Bye Steve!” Your baby says without even looking at Steve, but you’re looking at Steve and you see the very subtle glassiness forming in his eyes.

“Bye Jay.”

——

“You found the baby daddy?’

“Crazy, right?” You ask your girlfriend while you’re in the kitchen cooking, Jay sitting (for now) with a coloring book. “I didn’t think I’d ever see him again, turns out he runs a group in the same complex as the gov sitter.”

“Wow. Weird you haven’t run into him before.”

“I usually don’t pick him up this early. You do.” You finally say, and you look at her. “Babe, you didn’t.”

“Didn’t what?” But she’s working too hard to look innocent.

“Babe, you didn’t!” You throw a crouton at her and it hits her in the shoulder. “You knew!” You’re yelling, but it’s more shocked than angry. You could never be angry at your girlfriend, even if she was definately doing bad things.

“I mean, I knew he was there, but I didn’t purposefully not tell you, I just... Okay, I didn’t tell you on purpose.”

“Babe, that’s fucking rude. I had a right to know.”

“You’ve never talked about looking for him.”

“Well I wasn’t going to, but if he falls into my lap I wasn’t going to keep it from him.”

She’s cutting vegetables solemnly and you sigh, wrapping your arms around her waist. “This doesn’t change anything. Maybe Jay gets an Uncle Steve, maybe he doesn’t. Who cares? We’re what matters. We’re what’s left.” You kiss her on the cheek and she smiles sadly.”

“We have to keep going.” She finally says.

“Because they can’t.” You finish just as Jay runs in with a new coloring sheet for the wall. It’s 100% scribbles and you love it.

——

“Um, hey, Sorry, I didn’t mean to leave this in a voicemail, but I just. I wanted to see Jay. If that’s alright with you? Maybe we can set something up? Um. call me back. It’s Steve.”

——

“So my girlfriend has put a haitus on our one night stands rule.” You say while Jay climbs the McDonalds jungle gym.

Steve chokes on his sandwich and it’s kind of funny.

“You mean-“

“I mean if you want we can totally have the round four I definately deserve. But no pressure if you don’t want.”

He looks at Jay and then at you. You roll your eyes. “What’s the likeliness that it’ll happen again? It’ll be fine.”

——

“Shit.”

——

“Gee!” You yell at your youngest child while they’re running after your oldest. “Gee, you need to put your shoes back on or I’m sending Daddy after you.”

“Steve can’t even catch us.” Jay says with more self-assurance than the average five year old can muster.

“Is this my cue to get the kids.”

“Obviously,” your girlfriend said, slinging an arm around your waist. “We sure as hell aren’t running after them. Serum goes.”

“She’s right.” You smile and shrug tilting your head back for a kiss as he stands. “Sorry, babe. I don’t make the rules. I’m the bottom in both of these relationships.”

“Excuses.” He grins and plants a kiss to your lips. Before he even pulls away his phone is ringing and it’s not a ringtone you recognize. He looks at you, the kids and then at the phone he’s pulling out of his pocket. “This is an emergency number, I have to take it.”

You sigh and stand up. “I guess I can chase my own kids, this once. Get over here you little road runners!”

——

“I can’t believe you did this. You selfish bastard.” You whisper at the old man standing in front of you. “You have kids, you have me. You had a life here.” He starts to speak but you hold up your hand. “I don’t want to hear it. If you weren’t happy you didn’t have to say. Gee is going to be devestated. She loved you.”

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t-“

“If you ever come anywhere near my family again I will file a restraining order against you. I don’t know what possessed you to do this, Steve, but I hate you for it. I hate you.”

——

You’re sitting in the second row, next to Sharon Carter of all people. You were pretty sure she was dating Steve, before she left, so it makes sense that she’s there. Gee and Jay are wriggling and generally being restless children and you try to manage them as well as you can on your own. Your girlfriend refused to attend. She wasn’t dating Steve, but you think that Steve leaving hit her more than she ever let on.

Sam Wilson gives the Eulogy. It’s very sweet. You throw dirt into his grave and you encourage the children to do the same, even if they don’t quite understand why. One day they’ll understand.

“For what it’s worth.” Sam said when you tried to leave before the funeral was over. He puts a hand on your shoulder like that might comfort you. “He regretted hurting you.”

“Regret won’t give my children their father back.” You tell him, shrugging off his hand, “So it’s not worth much.”

——

Jay is twelve when the truth comes out. Steve Rogers isn’t really dead. It was all just a show, a part of a black op so secret even Captain America didn’t know about it.

He doesn’t come by the house. He doesn’t call. He doesn’t text. He knows you don’t like texts, that texts remind you of ashes, even after everything.

He doesn’t make contact, and Jay starts to get antsy, asks when Steve is coming back. Gee is nearly too young to remember, but Jay explains when you aren’t looking, and wants to know when her Daddy is going to come back already.

You break down and call Steve.

“LIsten you asshole. I don’t give a shit what your reason is, but you get down here and you explain to these kids why you’ve been gone and tell them you fucking love them or so help me god I will raze this earth to find and slaughter you.

He’s on your doorstep the next morning.

——

Things don’t go back to how they were. They can’t. Even after Steve tells you that he was actually stuck in an alternate dimension, raising a child in some of the harshest terrain imaginable, things can’t go back to normal between the two of you. When you find out Sharon knew you were livid. You still don’t talk to her two years later. Steve makes weekly visits, and shows up for dinner every Wednesday like clockwork. Gee is ecessatatic until she’s not. Jay clings to Steve like a lifeline. Gee doesn’t really know her Daddy. She calls him Steve, just like Jay. You see the way it breaks Steve’s heart, but you don’t force her to say something she’s not comfortable with just to make him feel better.

“She loved you.” You hear your girlfriend tell him. “Even after that first time, there was always a wistfulness to the way she talked about you. You went on a black op, whether it went wrong or not is not the point, you went on an op that you didn’t intend to come back from, knowing what you were leaving behind, and you didn’t even say a proper goodbye. If she ever forgives you for that she’s a better person than I am.

——

Jay goes to high school and is completely dissilusioned by all three of his parents.

——

Gee comes home after being bullied for the first time and cries into Steve’s shoulder. It breaks your heart.

——

You go on a date with Steve, but it’s too awkward, there’s no spark anymore. You stay friends.

——

Gee gets a drawing tablet for Christmas that year.

——

Jay runs away for the first time that May. He runs again in August before school starts. Steve blames himself. So do you.

——

You come home and Steve is there, having watched the kids for you while you and your girlfriend both worked overtime to make up for all the time you’d taken off looking for Jay in August. He’s laying across your couch and you’re exhausted so before he sits all the way up you sit down in his lap, straddling him, and lean your entire weight against him until he’s laying down again. You don’t say anything, just lay on top of him and soak in his warmth and presence. If he feels the tears that fall on his shirt he doesn’t say anything.

——

The first time you sleep together in over fifteen years it’s slow, soft, like Steve thinks you might break. You do break, but it’s in all the best ways. If the other hotel guests hear you, they don’t complain. Steve takes you apart piece by piece and you feel like you can trust him to put you back together again. You let him slip his tongue into your mouth while he still tastes like you, and he wipes away the tears that fall down your face.

“I don’t deserve you.” He whispers against your cheek and you nod.

“You really don’t.”

His laugh is wet and tears fall from his nose onto your bared skin.

——

You’re laying between your two lovers when Gee comes knocking on the door. “Mom, Ma, Steve, we’re supposed to at the school at 7am and you won’t let me drive myself so get the fuck out of bed.”

“Language,” Steve says, and you snicker. Your girlfriend sighs and gets up.

“No,” you tell her, pulling her back down. “You took her last time. I’ll take her. You stay.”

“Take Jay with you and we can have some quality time.” Steve suggests raising an eyebrow at your girlfriend.

The possibility of a triad has only recently been put on the table, but it excites you to no end. You bounce out of bed, suddenly full of energy at 6:30 in the morning.

“Yes. Perfect. Wonderful. Please do!”

——

The three of you are dressed in soft blue on a beach. Gee just graduated and Jay has come home from Boston to be there. You all three stand in a circle and say vows that aren’t legally binding, but they’re important to the three of you.

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#steve rogers x you #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers reader insert

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