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to noise making ; steve rogers.

track six of WASTELAND, BABY!

pairing ; steve rogers x mutant!gn!reader

synopsis ; pure silence never sat well with steve. it reminded him of all the time he had lost frozen in ice. so when he heard your loose, disjointed hums coming from the compound’s kitchen, he came seeking your voice out more and more.

words ; 4.5k

themes ; fluff, mild angst

warnings / includes ; mild cursing, implications of depression/ptsd but not explicit, descriptions of injury/blood, a mention of a toxic ex, one mention of biological warfare, reader is a mutant with the ability to manipulate matter, reader calls steve 'old man' and he calls them 'sweetheart' once, reader and tony are best friendos, this fic is basically a huge FUCK YOU to steve's ending in endgame, a kiss !! that tony rudely interrupts, mildly an avengers tower-reminiscent fic bcs they're my found family okay </3

main masterlist. set in the same universe as: blue jeans.

Silence accompanied Steve everywhere he went. 

It followed him through his morning—when he rose so early even the birds hadn’t started their day yet. When he went out for a quick jog, his shoes nearly mute against the sidewalk’s smooth concrete.When he showered with frigidly cold water right after, he stared wordlessly at the ground as the iridescent soap suds ran down his skin into the drain. 

It followed him through his afternoon—when he filled out paperwork for the latest recon mission. When he played a quiet game of Uno with Bucky over the kitchen counter during lunch. When he went outside, where the curious stares of strangers seemed to grow exponentially with each ticking second, and phone cameras were shoved into his face not two yards out the door. 

It followed him through the night—when he went on a blind date set up by Natasha, the dinner largely consisted of uncomfortable pauses, mostly because they really had nothing in common, and she’d also mentioned she wasn’t all that into blondes. When he later took his motorcycle out for a drive, stopping by an empty bridge to stare down at the river rushing by. When he slid into bed with naught a sound, digging his fist into his eyes until he hallucinated bright colors behind his eyelids. 

Pure silence never sat well with Steve. It reminded him of all the time he had lost frozen in ice. All the time that had slipped right between his fingers like fine grains of sand.

That morning was as ordinary as ever. He brushed his teeth. Ran a comb through his flaxen hair. Changed into his jogging clothes. Tied his shoes. And he slipped out of the compound, off for his daily run. 

When he came back, he was surprised to see Tony striding out of the kitchen—he wasn’t usually up this early. 

“Dishwasher’s broken,” the brunette told him, sipping a large mug of dark coffee as he stroked his stubble with his other hand. “Remind me to get that fixed, will you?”

Steve blinked, then nodded.

Satisfied, Tony bid him adieu with no more than a limp wave as he shuffled past him, off to the compounds laboratory. 

The rest of the day slid by as quiet as ever—paperwork, filing, having lunch with Natasha at a secluded Italian cafe, mission debrief with Sam, more paperwork, listening to Bucky complain about his cat scratching up his favorite henley, and finally, deciding he was hungry enough to make dinner. 

He rose out of his chair, stretching with a soft groan as his bones popped with the movement. Then, Steve made his way out of his room, making a bee-line for the kitchen. He wasn’t at all surprised to see the compound’s living room empty—Sam had left for Louisiana to visit his sister, Natasha was off on an impromptu mission with Clint, Tony was doing god knows what in his lab, and Bucky was busy reprimanding Alpine for destroying his most prized article of clothing.

With everybody gone, it should’ve been quiet. 

But it wasn’t.

Much to Steve’s mild surprise and curiosity, he could hear somebody in the kitchen. 

Who could it be? Bruce? No—Bruce had flown off to Switzerland for some sort of fancy science convention. Thor? It was possible, but probably not—the Norse god would’ve barged into his room asking how to use the microwave for the millionth time by now. 

Steve heard the clatter of pots. The sound of boiling liquid. A displeased noise, quietly followed by a frantic mutter, “Oh, too much, too much!” He heard water trickling down the drain.

Then, the humming started. It was loose and disjointed, following the tune of a song for a couple seconds at a time before taking a lengthy pause, only to pick up an entirely new melody a minute later.

It took him a moment to realize that lingering in the dark hallway whilst listening intently to someone in the kitchen was rather creepy, so Steve reared himself out of his thoughts and stepped into the light. 

Of course it was you. You were more or less new to the compound—a long-time, trusted friend of Tony’s from all the way back when he first built his Iron Man suit. You were recently brought onto the team due to your mutant abilities, uncanny intelligence, and Tony’s undeniable fondness for you. Besides that, Steve knew very little about you: he knew you were around the same age as him (at least the same age as when he was frozen), he knew you were a genius physicist, he knew you had the power to manipulate matter around you (which made you an excellent asset to the team), and he recalled Scott once mentioning that you were allergic to styrofoam. 

Steve assumed that the last one had been a joke. 

“Oh!” Your startled voice echoed across the kitchen at the sight of him. “Oh, it’s just you.”

An eyebrow raised closer to his hairline. “Just me? Who did you think it was?”

You appeared embarrassed for a moment, waving a spatula in the air. “Well, I may or may not have stolen Tony’s top secret models for his next version of the suit—just because I was curious how much he was going to spend on it, you know? I figured he’d come storming in accusing me of theft.”

A smile graced Steve’s lips. “Well, knowing Tony, I don’t think he’ll notice anytime soon. He hasn’t left the lab in hours.”

You shook your head fondly with a part hum, part scoff, before turning back to the stove, mixing the large pot full of red sauce. The air was saturated with the scent of simmering tomatoes and aromatic herbs—basil and oregano, Steve mused, were probably two of his most favorite things since coming out of the ice. They certainly didn’t have flavors like those back in the forties. Everything was far too bland and excessively moist back then. 

“I’m making vegan spaghetti,” you said, snapping him out of his mouth-watering daze. “I’d be happy to fix a plate for you.”

A polite protest was on the tip of his tongue—Steve was planning on quickly microwaving a frozen pizza before heading off to do some more work. Just as he began to voice this, his stomach rumbled loudly in betrayal, and a grimace etched over his mouth. A wave of heat seeped through his skin, tinting his face a subtle shade of scarlet. 

Much to his relief, you merely grinned brightly, smothering a laugh by biting down on your bottom lip in amusement. “I’ll take that as a yes,” you quipped, ladleing spoonfuls of sauce into two bowls of steaming spaghetti noodles. “Take a seat.”

Complying, Steve gingerly sat at the kitchen table, resting his hand atop the smooth glass. “Can I ask you something?”

A smile danced across your mouth. “I believe you just did, Cap.” You chuckled mildly before gesturing for him to carry on.

“If you’ve got powers, why are you…”

“Cooking? I guess I just like to do things organically sometimes,” you replied easily, sprinkling herbs on top of the spaghetti before bringing the steaming bowls towards the table. “It’s cathartic.”

Steve thought to all the times he broke the sandbags in the gym—the satisfying thud of completion. He supposed he understood what you meant.

The dish in front of him was wafting with a fragrance that made his stomach twist painfully with hunger. 

“Dig in,” you said, gesturing to his serving as you started twirling the noodles around with a fork. “And to elaborate on your question, I’ve made food using my powers before—but it just tastes different. Like it isn’t the same if I didn’t measure out the ingredients, waited for the water to boil, or chopped up the veggies. It feels almost as if I’m cheating, you know?”

Steve tilted his head in thought. “That’s an interesting way to put it,” he said with a small smile, before forking some spaghetti into his mouth. “How’d you find out about your powers?”

The light-hearted atmosphere about you seemed to thin away at his question. Your bottom lip was pulled between your teeth as you considered his question for a moment before responding. “It was an accident. A bad one. My ex… he was a real dick—excuse my language—and this one time one of our fights got out of hand. He started raising his palm like he was going to hit me. He wasn’t going to, by the way, he was just reaching for his phone behind me. But I panicked—and all of a sudden a shard of glass materialized right through his hand.”

Steve’s brows rose. He shoveled more spaghetti into his mouth.

“There was blood dripping all over the floor. We were both silent at first. Then, he started screaming. Luckily, we had a first aid kit in our bathroom. I bound his palm and drove him to the hospital—he was fine. No permanent damage.”

You sipped on some water, swallowing heavily.

“Are you guys still…?” 

“Oh, definitely not.” You chuckled bitterly. “He never wanted to speak to me ever again. Called me a freak. A mutant.”

It was brief, but Steve could see the insecurity meld across your features, shattering through your otherwise bubbly persona. 

“Well, he was an idiot. It was an accident, right? Accidents happen,” Steve quietly put forth. “And for what it’s worth, I think your powers are extraordinary. I mean, you can conjure up practically anything you want! That’s just… incredible.”

Warmth stained your insides golden as you pushed away a smile. “Thanks, Steve. Your powers aren’t too bad either—fast healing, enhanced strength. You’re quite the package.”

A generous smattering of crimson spread over his cheekbones. “Well, I’d have to thank Doctor Erskine for that. He was the one that invented the super serum—and chose for me to be the test subject. Because he believed in me.” There was a distant, reminiscent sadness to his eyes. You knew of Erskine, he was plastered across practically every American history textbook. 

“I’m sorry he died so soon,” you mumbled. “He seemed like a great man.”

“He was,” Steve said, nodding. He regarded you for a moment, briefly wondering just why it was so easy to talk to you when the two of you had barely spoken before this. The blonde across from you cleared his throat. “Thinking about him always gets me strangely nostalgic. I dream about the forties sometimes… my terrible childhood, my creaky apartment, my first love, … life before the war—before all of this. Sometimes I wonder—if I was given the chance to go back, would I?”

Your fork stopped halfway to your face. “Would you?” you asked quietly.

“I don’t know,” Steve admitted, rather shamefully. “I don’t think I would. I mean, I’ve got my family here. Bucky, Sam, Natasha—they mean the world to me. I think I just feel… guilty about it all? Like when you mentioned using magic sometimes feels like your cheating at something. I feel like I cheated my own death. It feels unfair. When I look at Bucky—I feel like I betrayed him.”

“Oh, Steve.” You were shaking your head, reaching across the table to gently grasp one of his hands. Your palm was warm atop his frigid one. “I know how that feels—like you don’t deserve a place in the world because you’re different. But I promise it gets better. None of that was your fault. You’ll move on, with time. Plus, you’ve got a great support system here. I know we haven’t been the closest of friends but I’m certainly willing to lend an ear whenever you want me to.”

It mildly surprised him when he felt disappointment unfurl within his chest when you retracted your touch.

“That…” Steve released a small sigh, relaxing his muscles that he didn’t even realize were tense. “That means a lot, Y/N. Thanks. I haven’t really told anybody this because I thought it’d just… go away eventually. I don’t like the quiet. I hate it, in fact. The silence always reminds me of all the time I spent in the ice—how I cheated death. It leaves me with my own thoughts and makes me realize just how… unsatisfied I am. I’m not happy with myself when everything around me is quiet.”

He swallowed down another twirl of spaghetti, now cold and thick in his throat.

A part of him was afraid he’d scare you away with this confession. After all, it was a lot to dump on the first conversation with someone he had a lot of respect for.

Instead of finishing the rest of your spaghetti as quickly as you could and running away from him like Steve partially expected you’d do, you merely smiled at him, a newfound understanding reflected in your eyes. “Then I’ll make sure never to be quiet around you,” you said, genuine tenderness woven between each word.

Steve’s stomach lurched at that.

The rest of the dinner went by filled with stories of how you mastered your powers, stories of Steve finding out Bucky was still alive after all these years, stories of how you met Tony long, long ago.

It was safe to say, silence was nowhere near the two of you that night. 

You were humming again. Steve could hear you from down the hall. It’d been a couple of weeks since that first dinner with you—with dozens more sprinkled in between. The two of you were practically attached by the hip after that. 

A smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

He wandered into the kitchen with his hands behind his back, coming beside you at the sink, where you were washing the dishes (which reminded him that he forgot to remind Tony to fix the dishwasher). 

“Can I help?” he asked, unclasping his hands and extending one towards you.

Without breaking off your humming, you handed him a damp plate whilst gesturing to a rag for him to use to dry. Steve caught sight of your bright grin from his peripheral vision. He ducked his head bashfully, pulse kicking up a notch. Your hip bumped into his, and the two of you quietly chuckled. 

No words were exchanged between the two of you then, the only thing filling the silence between you was your disjointed hums to songs that Steve didn’t know.

“What song are you humming?” The scratching of Steve’s pencil against paper momentarily stopped in the middle of drawing a sketch of a bowl of fruits on the coffee table in front of him as he tentatively asked the question. 

You looked away from your book propped up on your legs, which were carelessly thrown over Steve’s on the compound’s couch. His free hand was splayed largely on your knee—but you pretended not to notice.

“Huh?” you asked, having not heard his question properly, preoccupied with the story you were reading.

“You’re always humming the same song,” Steve said. “Well, parts of that song.”

“Oh!” Placing the book down, you shifted around so you could reach for your phone in your pocket. “It’s this sixties song called Summer Wine by Nancy Sinatra and Lee Hazlewood. One of my all time favorites.” 

You pressed the play button on your phone screen and Steve listened along, enjoying the softness of Nancy’s voice in stark contrast to the slow rasp of Lee’s. He bobbed his head to the song off-beat, but you found it endearing all the same.

“Yeah, that’s it, old man,” you teased, elbowing him in the side and mimicking his movements. Your smile, so wide it seemed to illuminate the entire room, made Steve giddy with excitement. “It’s a good song, isn’t it?”

Steve let out a breathy chuckle. “You know, I was so set on forties music being the best of the best for the longest time—I think you might just be able to change my mind. Don’t tell Bucky I said that, though—he’d skin me alive.”

A genuine gasp fell from your lungs as you lurched forward, grabbing at his hands and leaning in so close he could see his reflections in your enlivened irises. He could smell your perfume, a soft wafting of vanilla and lavender that made his head spin. “Really? Because I have so many more songs I could recommend to you—tell you what, I’ll make you a playlist tonight. Finally introduce you to the world of modern music.” You relinquished your hold on him, moving back with a grand beam. “That might be the nicest compliment anybody’s ever given me, Stevie.”

Steve couldn’t help but feel like you were overexaggerating just to make him happy, but you seemed happy to do so, and how could he ever interfere with that? 

“I don’t know, though,” Steve started, his tone teasing. “Forties music is gonna be really hard to top.”

“It’ll be my mission to find something for you, then,” you said, determined. With that, you picked your book back up and began reading again, humming softly once more. Steve took that as his cue to continue drawing. 

He spared you a glance every once in a while, observing the way the sunlight from the window cast a dewy, honey-like luminescence over your features. The way the sloping curvatures of the shadows on your face enhanced your relaxed state. The way your teeth sank into the flesh of your bottom lip as your pupils flitted to and fro from the book’s pages. He wanted to ask if he could draw you, but the words lodged in his throat, like he had swallowed a large stone.

So he stayed quiet, listening to you hum a song that Steve now knew.

“Steve.”

Natasha crossed her arms.

“Steve.”

She sighed, eyes narrowing. 

“Damn it, Steve!”

Finally, the blonde startled, ripping his headphones off and whirling around in his chair to see Natasha standing a foot away from his desk. He’d been listening to the playlist you had meticulously curated for him, practically bouncing on the balls of your feet when you told him to listen to it.

The annoyance in the green of her eyes dissipated, replaced with mild amusement. “So much for super-hearing, huh?” she snarked, lacking any true bite to her words. Despite her stoic demeanor, she was really glad Steve found someone that made him happier than anybody else ever did. Even though he didn’t know it yet—Natasha saw the way he looked at you. 

Steve scratched the back of his neck bashfully. “Sorry, Nat. How can I help?”

“Y/N just got back from their mission. They’re in the infirmary.”

Immediately, he stood up, chair squeaking at the abrupt movement, eyebrows furrowing. “Infirmary? Are they hurt? What’re they doing back so early? The mission was supposed to be take an entire week, that’s what—”

“Relax, Rogers,” Natasha sternly asserted, effectively cutting him off. “Just doing a check-up—they were exposed to some radioactive material but it should be fine.” In a much softer tone, she added on, “Y/N was asking for you.”

Breath hitching in his throat, Steve nodded and a quiet thank you left his lips as he jogged out of his room. 

The few minutes of silence as he rushed to the infirmary did nothing good for his worrying. He passed by a pretty bruised-up Clint lounging across the waiting seats, pressing an ice cube to a gash on his forehead, and gestured to the double doors across from him. He knew of Steve’s budding relationship with you (because Natasha made it her personal mission to embarrass the poor guy) and could only assume that he’d come rushing here for you. The polished floors squeaked under his shoes as he came to a sudden halt, briefly saluting Clint thanks before knocking twice. Before he got a response, he slowly pushed the doors open, peeking his head in.

You were seated on the edge of the hospital bed, still in your mission’s attire, hair rumpled and a bit of dried blood on the side of your jaw, but you looked to be otherwise just fine. Doctor Cho was beside you, tapping her pen against a clipboard as she took note of your blood pressure. 

“Hey, old man. Long time no see,” you said with a toothy grin when you heard the door creak open. “You missed the funniest thing on the mission. There was this—”

Steve strode forward, and before you could finish your sentence, he knelt down and enveloped you into a tight embrace, nose pressing against the crown of your head. 

Your words were muffled into his shirt, which eventually died away when you noticed that he clearly was too emotional to listen to your amusing story of how Clint tripped on a big rock and cut his head. He smelled so good, like clean laundry and those tree-scented car fresheners. Steve barely registered Doctor Cho shifting awkwardly and excusing herself out of the room, entirely fixated by the way your arm loosely curled around his shoulders as you hugged him back.

“Whose blood is that?” he asked without pulling away from you.

“Not mine,” you assured him.

“Nat told me you were asking for me,” said the blonde, gingerly pulling away from you to meet your eyes. His hand went under your chin to tilt your head around, as if reaffirming that you were perfectly fine. “Exposed to radioactive material? What happened? Are you hurt?”

“Looks like someone missed me,” you laughed at his mother henning, bringing your hand up to wrap around his, holding it close to your chest. “The wrong kind of people were trying to steal stuff that could potentially be used for biological warfare—we intercepted, but one of the cases broke and I had to use my powers to forge a new one. I was only exposed for a couple seconds, but it was enough to warrant a check up. We had to back off because they were in possession of the last case and threatened to drop it into the city’s main water supply.”

Steve’s brows knitted together as you spoke. “We gotta go stop them, then—”

“They think they have the last case,” you said, a hint of a smile dancing across your lips.

“You used your powers to make a fake,” Steve whispered in realization. “You’re a genius.”

Waving away his praise, you leaned forward, gripping him tighter. “Enough about that! Did you listen to the playlist?”

His chest rumbled as he laughed. You had just gotten back from a dangerous mission and you were asking about him. 

“I was around halfway through,” he said, grinning softly.

“Guess you’ll just have to listen to the rest with me,” you quipped, craning your neck to swiftly kiss his cheek. When you pulled back just a little, you did it ever so slowly, hovering close enough so that your noses brushed against one another. 

Heat flushed across his face. His heart palpitated painfully against his ribcage. His stormy eyes flickered down to glance at your lips, then moved up again to meet your eyes. All he saw was you.

“You can kiss me, Stevie,” you mumbled against him, giving him the green light he was waiting for. “I promise I won’t bite. Unless you’re into that. I mean, you’re a super soldier, would you even feel th—mmh!”

That spurred him to shift forward, capturing your lips with his and effectively interrupting your thoughts before he could get any more flustered, foreheads bumping against one another. After recovering from your initial shock, you tugged him closer by the lapels of his shirt, tilting your head to the side so he could fold into you ever so perfectly. It felt as if a fire was crawling around his veins, consuming him entirely. Your skin was cold against his, quelling the burning sensation dancing over his skin. 

You smiled into the mouth, laughing against his lips when he drifted his fingers up your side. “That tickles,” you murmured, pressing butterfly kisses on the corners of his lips and the tip of his nose. 

Steve couldn’t help it. He began laughing as well, muffled when you slapped his tickling hands away, kissing him harder.

The two of you stayed that way for what felt like hours—breaths turned ragged and chests heaving, when really it was only about five minutes. By the stroke of the sixth minute, Tony strode into the infirmary room uttering, “Knockity knock knock,” despite not knocking.

“Woah!” he exclaimed upon seeing the two of you in such… close proximities. “Took you two long enough. Barnes owes me twenty bucks. And, Jesus, hang a sock on the door, Rogers! I know you’re old, and not at all accustomed to the sexual customs of our generation, but I do not want to see my recently-radiated best friend swap spit with you.”

You rolled your eyes, sticking your tongue out at him. “Nice to see you, too, Tony. And yeah, your recently-radiated friend is just peachy, thanks for asking!”

Tony glared at you. “Please, if you weren’t ‘just peachy’ Rogers wouldn’t be shoving his tongue down your throat.” Steve looked like he wanted to object, but he cleared his throat and diverted his gaze to the floor instead. Tony barked out a laugh, rotating on his heel to head back out. “Good to see you’re okay, kid. Remember to wrap it before you tap it!”

As soon as he was gone, Steve groaned, dropping his head against your chest, flustered beyond relief. 

“Does he always have to be so crass?” he asked, wrinkling his nose with embarrassment. 

“That’s Tony for you.” You shook your head with amusement. Then, your voice a notch softer, you asked, “Hey, Stevie?”

He hummed in response, lifting his head to look at you.

“You remember when you said you weren’t sure if you’d want to go back to the forties or not?”

Steve blinked in mild surprise. “Yeah?”

Your expression betrayed your clear hesitance as you swallowed uncomfortably. “Do you think you’d go now?”

“No, sweetheart,” he whispered, bending closer so his nose brushed yours. “I’d never leave you. Not ever. I wasn’t going to leave in the first place, because I could never leave my friends and family here. But you… you make me feel not guilty for being happy. Like I deserve a life of my own—with you. And I think the quiet becomes more bearable when you’re around me. I don’t think so much of the past with you because… well, because I’m thinking of our future.”

A heartbreakingly bright smile painted your lips golden, and you shook your head fondly. It might’ve just been a trick of the infirmary’s painfully artificial lights, but he could’ve sworn he saw the glimmering film of tears briefly gloss over your eyes. “Did you just come up with that on the spot?” The two of you laughed into each other, and you pressed a gentle kiss just under his eyes. “You’re something else, Stevie, I’ll tell you that.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he said, unable to stop smiling, before capturing your grin with his once more.

Help me find a fic

It was an Avenger x reader ig. I think reader was a lawyer and what I can remember is that Wanda asked her how do you know if someone is good or something like that and it turns out that her therapist was a son of a bitch and was trying to SA her and she couldn’t defend herself because she was afraid of The Accords but reader stops it

And I guess it was like a multichapter? But I’m not sure about that

Help me!

To find a fic

I’ve read this fic where the reader somehow ends up in a different dimension(?) where’s HYDRA took control and they kept Steve as a prisoner, and the reader version of this HYDRA!Dimension tortures Cap and then original reader helps Steve to escape and they have to try and destroy HYDRA so reader can go home but I think that in the end reader stays because she fell in love with Cap

I think it had like 2/3 chapters but I’m really not sure

It Happened-Chapter 5: Adventure Time

Word Count: 1818

You had spoken to Fury over the phone before leaving, letting him know that you would need to be off duty for a while due to your pregnancy. You had decided against telling him about your leaving the compound. You figured the less people that knew, the better. The hairs on your arms and the back of your neck stood on end, at the thought of one the many enemies the Avengers have faced, finding out about you carrying Captain America’s child. You shook the thought from your head, knowing you would die before you would allow anyone to harm the offspring of you and Steve.

As you headed out of your bedroom, you were slightly disappointed when you saw that Steve wasn’t there to see you off. You steeled yourself in the fact that you and he needed to think things through to make sure the baby would be raised in a safe & healthy environment. You looked around the room one last time, and a good memory swam to the front of your thoughts. Smiling to yourself over the pleasant reminder, you opened the door to leave and almost ran smack into Wanda. Your eyes darted to her hands, that were holding her own luggage. Your smile faltered as you realized that she wanted to come with you. “Wanda, I think you should stay here. The team can’t afford to have us both gone.” Wanda shook her head in disagreement, “Y/N, the next couple of months are going to be a trying time for you. Are you sure you want do it alone?” “Yes, Wanda I’m sure. I just need some time to figure everything out, I won’t be gone long. Plus I’ll check in with you often and keep our mental connection open so that you can pop in on me whenever you want.” Wanda looked at you unconvinced, “Promise?” You held out your pinky to your sister from another mister, as a sign of good faith. You both tightly clenched your pinkies together, swearing to keep in touch until your return. After sharing a tight hug, you turned away and headed for the garage. You dumped your belongings into your Black Audi TTS Coupe, hopping into the driver’s seat you started the engine as a quick reminder ran across your mind. Courtesy of ever nosy Tony Stark, every car in the compounds garage had tracking equipment placed on them, for just in case reasons per Pre-HYDRA, SHIELD protocol. You knew if you left them in, Steve or Bucky would easily be able to find you if they wanted to. You hopped out and made quick work of snatching out every tracker that you knew of in your car. You walked over and placed them on Steve’s motorcycle, you then looked down at your cell phone knowing that the one in your phone couldn’t be removed. You placed it on the bike with the other trackers and hopped back into your car. Revving the engine, you exited the garage and put the compound, your teammates, Bucky, and Steve in your rearview mirror to quickly drift away. * * * Steve, Natasha and Bucky were still seated in your and Steve’s apartment at a stalemate when FRIDAY broke the awkward silence. “Captain Rogers, your wife has exited the compound.” Steve blew out the breath he unknowingly held, “FRIDAY, can you turn on the trackers in her car and cell phone. I at least want to know where she is, in case of an emergency.” Natasha began to shake her head knowingly when FRIDAY uttered a quick response to Steve’s request. “I’m sorry Captain, but she removed the trackers before leaving, they are currently located on your bike along with Mrs. Rogers cell phone.” Bucky began to chuckle lightly, bringing Steve and Natasha’s attention to him. “What is so damn funny?” Steve said to the man, his voice unable to hide his annoyance. “You are Steve,” Buck replied with a smug grin. “…for being the amateur that you are at tracking Y/N. That’s what’s funny.” He stood and puffed out his chest slightly, “F.R.I.D.A.Y. pull up Y/N’s locket tracker.” “Yes, Sergeant Barnes.” The A.I. had a holographic screen presented, showing a blue-colored dot moving at a steady pace along the New York state outskirts. Steve stared at the man in shock, “You had a tracker put on my wife?” Bucky’s metal arm plates began to shift, annoyance clear on his face, “NO, I put a tracker into my girlfriend’s locket before you stole her from me!” The two men glared at each other across the coffee table. Natasha had, had enough of the testosterone volleying through the room. “Okay, we’ve already established that you both are very overprotective of Y/N. Can you two hash out your issues now?” Steve and Bucky looked away from each other, their faces still holding stern looks. Natasha sighed slightly at their stubbornness. “If you two don’t find some middle ground to agree on and move forward, I don’t see this ending well for everyone.” Both men looked at her in annoyance, knowing that she was right. They turned their glares back to one another. Steve huffed out a breath and spoke first. “Why Buck? Why Y/N? You could have any woman in the world, you already have one of the best.” Steve glanced briefly at Natasha, giving her a soft smile. His gaze returned to his best friend, “Why are you trying to steal my wife?” Bucky slid forward and leaned across the table, facing Steve. “I told you before, she was mine and you stole her first.” Steve scrunched his face up in disgust, “Buck, do you hear yourself right now?” As the two men began to quarrel loudly over one another, Natasha stepped in once again. “STOP!”, she yelled. The men’s discussion had ceased, but they continued to stare at one another. “You two are still arguing, instead of trying to understand one another. Let’s not go over what we already know. You two need to come to an agreement on what’s going to happen from here on out.” Natasha walked over to where Steve was sitting. She stood behind him and wrapped her arms around his neck, she moved her mouth near his neck and kissed him gently there, feeling Steve’s body tense up. She looked back up at James, his eyes barely hiding their glare at his wife’s actions. She whispered into Steve’s ear, knowing James’s serum enhanced hearing would hear her message loud and clear. “Didn’t your mothers ever teach you two how to share?”, she winked at her husband. Steve looked up at Natasha with confusion spread across his face. She rolled her eyes at him and walked around to the front of his chair, taking a seat in his lap. “James, you had every intention of including Y/N in our relationship, if she had agreed to it. And we all know Steve clearly still wants to sleep with me.” She watched as his eyes searched the floor as if the answer were located there. Natasha turned her attention back to Steve “Y/N gave you permission to have sex with me.” She ran her fingers through his hair, and looked at him questioningly, “Why can’t we all just share?” Steve opened and closed his mouth a couple of times, at a loss for words. He looked over to his friend and saw that Bucky looked to be giving Natasha’s idea actual thought. As if it was only a passing thought, Bucky’s eyes quickly fell back on to his wife. “And you think that I am just going to allow you to sleep with Steve? So, he can take you from me, too?” Natasha shook her head, “James you are not allowing me to do anything, Y/N is ok with Steve and I sleeping together. You clearly aren’t going to let Y/N go, you have to be able to give and take.” “S…ss...so, we’d all be sleeping together?” Steve questioned Natasha, his cheeks turning slightly pink under her gaze. “We don’t have to make it a group thing if you don’t want to, but we can be with each other whenever we want, sort of like an open relationship, except it’s only open to the 4 of us. Think about it Steve, I know you and Y/N have some things to work out once she comes back, but do you honestly want to not be with her anymore?” Steve shook his head, he didn’t want Y/N to leave in the first place, much less to divorce the present love of his life. Now that he knew they were expecting a child, it only reinforced that for him, he had absolutely no intention of leaving his wife. He still couldn’t explain the sexual desire that pulled him to Natasha, wishing he’d kept his mouth shut instead of rambling about it to Sharon. He’d hoped that telling the woman would keep her from coming on to him while he was at her residence, but it only seemed to slightly stall the blond. Natasha could read from his eyes that he was going to go along with it, she then turned back to her husband. “So, James, are you willing to comply?” He gave a firm nod to his wife, letting her know he would allow her to sleep with Steve. Bucky got up and walked over to where she and Steve sat. He bent slightly and gave her a deep lingering kiss on the lips, as Steve looked on. Rubbing his thumb gently across the apple of her cheek, he then gave a nod of okay to Steve as he stalked out of the room. He thought back to what Natasha had mentioned earlier about “giving and taking”. He would need to give a little in order to get what he really wanted…YOU, he wouldn’t be completely ok until you were back at the compound, safe in his arms. He still loved you, as much as he loved his wife, she understood his desire for you. Natasha had still agreed to marry him, even with the knowledge that one day, it would be the three of you sharing a bed. James hadn’t accounted for Steve to interfere with his plans, but now he knew that getting you to leave Steve would be extremely difficult, if not impossible. Unless you personally made the decision yourself, he would have to accept the terms as they were. He made it to his and Natasha’s bedroom and shut the door. Taking out his phone, he pulled up your tracker, seeing that you had stopped only two hours away. He knew it was probably just a temporary stop. He decided then, not to allow Steve or his wife to be a distraction from keeping watch over you. He would bring you home if it was the last thing that he did.

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It Happened-Chapter 4: Huh?

Word Count: 2039

You turned around, eyes glued to the floor, you couldn’t will yourself to look Steve in the face. You tried to walk around him, but he stopped you before you could make it out of his reach.

“Y/N, don’t walk away from me. I’m not going to ask you again…are you pregnant?” His eyes were willing you to look at him.

You sighed, you weren’t in the mood to talk about this right now, you just wanted to shut yourself off from the world. “Yea, Steve, I am.”

His head dropped as he ran a hand down his face, like all the stress of the world had fallen on him. “Please tell me the baby isn’t Bucky’s?” His voice falters for a second, “It’s mines, right?”

Your head snapped up, you couldn’t believe he would think you’d hurt him on that kind of level. What kind of person did he think you were? Probably the type that Sharon said you were. Before you could reply, Bucky spoke up.

“For Christ's sake Steve, after all the crap that ditzy ass dame just spewed out of her mouth, that’s what the fuck you want to talk about?”

Steve turned and stared angrily at Bucky, “I wouldn’t have to ask my wife any of this if you would have kept your fucking paws off her.”

“She shouldn’t have been your wife in the first fucking place.” Bucky roared back.

They started to walk towards each other, both men amped up and ready to strike. Wanda, bless the darling, had enough initiative to use her powers to stop them in place before they reached each other.

Sam held his hands out on either side to both men, “Okay, you four…” he briefly eyed the two couples, “…need to have a sit-down and talk to each other, before someone gets hurt any further or worse. Do you need me to mediate?”

“No, I think we all can agree to be civil, for the baby’s sake at least.” Natasha had spoken out of nowhere, she’d been silent the whole time, save for her comment to Sharon.

Your thought to leave still nagged at you, but you knew this talk had to happen or it was never going to. You also had your own questions that you needed answered. You proceeded to walk towards your bedroom, Steve grabbed your hand as you made your way. You snatched it back, being all lovey-dovey was the furthest thing from your mind at the moment.

You sat on the bed, as Steve made his way to the chair nearest you, you watched as Bucky came and took a seat on the couch. Natasha shut the door behind her and went to sit near Bucky, but he pulled her into his lap.

Your eyebrows shot up and you snorted lightly at the gesture. These men and their possessiveness, you thought to yourself.

No one spoke for what felt like an eternity and you were getting antsy. “So, are we just going to sit here brooding, or are we going to actually talk?” you said to no one in particular.

Steve looked at you, “Is the baby mines Y/N?”

“We didn’t make love until after you knocked her up,” Bucky emphasized, contempt laced his voice.

Steve looked at him with a fire lit in his eyes, then back to you. “So, you had sex with him, even though you knew you were pregnant?”

You could hear the anger in his voice, but you had to take your medicine no matter how bitter. “Yes”, was all you could meekly get out.

Steve huffed and cracked his knuckles, “How can you say love me, and do all of this to me, to our child?”

You shook your head, willing yourself not to cry, “Steve I made a mistake, I’m sorry.”

Bucky sighed, “It wasn’t a mistake Y/N, I know you still love me. If you didn’t, you wouldn’t have let it happen.” Your eyes turned to fire at his words, heat coursing through your veins, you charged up toward him.

“Why do you insist on ruining my life, you left me to be with her.” You pointed to Natasha, “What is it, huh, do you hate me that much that you can’t stand the sight of me being happy with someone else?”

Bucky’s face fell at your comment, “You think I hate you, after all of this, after what I told you that night?” He tried to reach for your hand but you stepped back.

Steve spoke up from where he was, “So, why?” Steve walked over to Bucky, stepping in front of you, his body shielding you from Bucky. “Bucky you’re my God damn best friend, why would you do this to me?”

Bucky huffed as his eyes shifted towards the ground, unable to look Steve in the face. “You think it was easy for me to watch you take my gal and marry her?” Steve looked at you from over his shoulder then back at Bucky. “You didn’t even hesitate, did you? Steve, you sit here acting like I betrayed you, but you betrayed me first. I would never date one of your girls.”

“So, because it’s me and not some guy you don’t know, that’s why you did this. You don’t hate me or her, you just don’t want us together?” Steve spoke, trying to get an understanding of what was going through Bucky’s head.

“That’s not fair, to me or Steve. Bucky, you’re making it like we were still together when Steve and I started dating. You let me go, I was free to date who I wanted.” You shifted to Steve’s side, your hand trembling, you slowly grabbed a hold of his hand to show Bucky. You feared Steve would move away from your touch.

Bucky eyes darted to your hands interlocked with Steve’s, then to Steve’s face and finally to yours, staring into your eyes like he was trying to touch your soul. “Once mine, always mine. I thought after you saw everything that happened between Natalia and me, since our finding each other again, that you’d understand that doll.” Steve’s grip tightened on your hand, it isn’t painful, but it's uncomfortable.

“Then, I overhear that she’s carrying your baby, instead of mines, Steve you had to have known that would fuck with me on the inside.”

You looked weirdly at him, you hadn’t told him until after you two had, had sex. Seeing the confused look on your face, he explained. “I heard your conversation with Dr. Cho when I was near the labs the day you found out. I knew I had to do something then, before you told Steve about the baby or I was never going to get my Y/N back.”

Hesitation showed in his demeanor, while Natasha had, had enough. “Just tell them already James, you sound like a villain laying out their master plan, before killing their enemy.”

Your eyes darted to Natasha and back to him, she was being weirdly calm about the whole situation. It irked your whole entire being. Bucky sighed, “Y/N I had planned to ask you to become my…” he looked at Natasha and then back to you. “Our girlfriend.” He gestured to him and Natasha, “I was trying to give you some time to deal with everything and let your feelings settle down, but before I could get the chance to ask you, Steve and you had started dating. I tried to wait until you two fell apart on your own, but then you,” he pointed at Steve “just had to go and marry her.”

You and Steve stood there wide-eyed and temporarily flabbergasted, though you recovered quicker than Steve. “So, hold up, let me get this straight, you thought you’d just ask me to become a threesome with you and your wife, who you cheated on me with and that I’d say yes and pop out however many babies you wanted and that it would all be fine and hunky-dory???”

Natasha came to Bucky’s side and held his hand, she rallied in his defense. “No, he loves you Y/N, we would all be equal partners, an actual polyamorous relationship, not just sex and mating.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing and from her of all people. Steve apparently had heard enough. “Natasha, you can’t be seriously condoning this?” Suddenly you remembered your questions from earlier and snatched your hand back from Steve.

“You’re worried about her condoning this, but you have yet to explain why the fuck you were at Sharon’s all week, and discussing fucking Natasha, with her.” You huffed at the end, suddenly winded from getting all that out. You stepped away and turned to face Steve, staring into his eyes. “Did you sleep with her?”

Steve scoffed, “No, God how could you think I’d do something like that to you?”

You walk up to him slowly, “You disappear for a week, without telling a soul where you’re at, turns out you’re staying at your ex’s…”

“She’s NOT my ex!” Steve yells, throwing his hands up in the air in frustration.

Your eyebrows shot up, “Oh, I’m sorry, I mean your “flunky". You roll your eyes, “Turns out you’re at her home this whole time, sharing deep secrets with her like you’re at summer camp.” You began to pace the floor, “Like the fact that you have a past with your best friend’s wife, that you didn’t feel obligated to share with him or me, and let’s not forget the cherry on top of this fucked up sundae-you still want to fuck her.”

“It wasn’t like that Y/N, I was just blowing off some steam.” Steve stepped back and fell into the couch.

You scoffed, crossing the short distance between you two, you looked him dead in the eyes. “Do you want to fuck Natasha?”

He stared at you silently, you didn’t have to search his eyes long to get the answer, his silence didn’t help either. You turned away shaking your head, with a small laugh. Steve was always easy to read, and it seemed to have gotten impossible for him to lie to you at all since you two had gotten married.

You muttered, “Go ahead.”

“What?” was everyone’s response, you’d forgotten that Bucky and Natasha were even in the room.

You turned to face Steve, so he wouldn’t miss hearing you a second time. “I said go ahead, fuck her. I won’t stop you.” Steve looked at you in shock, Bucky sat with his mouth gaped open like a fish and Natasha’s face held her usual look of indifference. Steve tried to speak, but you held up your hand to stop him, you softened your demeanor.

“It’s ok Steve, really, it’s only fair.” You walked up to him and touched the side of his face gently, “It seems like we both were just trying to replace someone we lost, and that isn’t love, Steve. I think we need some time apart, it would help us figure out if that’s all this is, or if our relationship is more than just that.”

Steve stood up, shaking his head in disagreement, “No Y/N, I just found out your pregnant, you can’t just leave.”

“Steve, I’m pregnant, not handicap. I’m not leaving forever, I just need to clear my head, there’s a lot going on that I’m trying to process.” You squeezed his hand to reassure him.

Natasha chimed in, “Y/N my 2 cents may not be worth much here, but being pregnant and alone doesn’t seem like the greatest idea.”

You looked at her with a smirk on your face, “Thanks Nat, but I’ll manage.” You turned to walk past Bucky to get to your room to collect your things. Bucky reached out and held onto your hand. “Doll, please don’t go.”

You snatched away from him. “STOP!” You saw him step back, sadness shown in his blue eyes. You wriggled & twisted your hands in one another, “You’ve done…” You shook your head, “We’ve done enough already.” You continued to your bedroom and locked the door behind you.

Bucky fell into the seat across from Steve, they both sat still, with looks of defeat across their faces, so Nat cleared her throat to get their attention. “So…what now fellas?”

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It Happened-Chapter 3: Oh Shit!?!

Word Count: 4044

You felt the presence of someone in your room even before opening your eyes. You sat up slowly and looked to the end of your bed, at the figure standing at the foot of your bed. You focused your eyes and realized it was Steve staring back at you. He didn’t make a move to come towards you, as you stared back at him, it was as if he was staring into the depths of your soul. Your staring contest continued for what felt like hours, so you tried to break the stalemate by crawling towards Steve. Steve held out his hands to stop you from coming closer, you froze in place and watched as Steve rounded the bed on the left side. He sat on the edge of the bed, with his back facing you.

You wanted to reach out to your husband so badly, but you knew he didn’t want to be touched, correction you knew he didn’t want to be touched by you. It hurt you to see him look at you like you were a stranger, unrecognizable to him. You saw his back raise up as he took in a deep breath, finally he spoke.

“Why? Why did you cheat on me?”

You looked up from your lap, taking your own deep breath as tears began to fall down your face. “I made a mistake Steve; I wasn’t thinking clearly.”

Steve shook his head lightly laughing in between sniffles, “That much is obvious, but it still doesn’t explain why. I want to know why you chose to sleep with my best friend, of all people Y/N, knowing your married to me. Did I do something to make you want to do this? Are you not happy with me anymore?”

You couldn’t take it anymore, you felt awful that Steve even had the insane notion that he was the reason for your adultery. You hopped off the bed, onto the floor, and kneeled in front of Steve. Looking up into his eyes, bloodshot and tear-filled, you had to get him to see that this wasn’t at all his fault. “Steve, listen to me, you make me happy and there was nothing that you did to cause me to cheat.” You grabbed onto his hands and squeezed them, “Steve this is on me, I did wrong on my own accord.”

Steve stood up slowly from the bed and looked down on you, “Then why (Y/N)?” You looked up at Steve, unsure of what to say. How to explain that you didn’t plan to cheat on him, that it just happened. “Steve, I don’t have an explanation for why I did it, it was selfish on my part. I didn’t stop to think about how it would affect our relationship…” “MARRIAGE (Y/N),” Steve shouted to interrupt you, “Our marriage…” Steve sat back down on the bed and rubbed his hand down his face in frustration.  You kept your head down, tears were streaming down your face as you focused on your hands as they lay on your knees, unable to look Steve in the eye. You knew where this conversation was going, you and Steve were going to separate and get a divorce. This was it; the terrible repercussions of your incident were here to roost. Steve reached down and lifted your head with his hand so that he could see into your face. You looked at him, seeing the hurt and distrust in his eyes, you knew what he was trying to do but could see the difficulty he was having in saying it. You steeled yourself to do it, not wanting to drag this out any longer than it had to be. “Steve, I know we’re going to be getting a divorce, but I don’t want it to turn into a long dragged out mess.” You were surprised by the smirk that crossed his face; it wasn’t one of fun. “Who told you we were getting a divorce?” His smirk fell into a snarl, “Is that what you want? Is that why you did this, so I would leave you so you can try to be with Bucky again?” “No, that isn’t why I did it, Steve, I just figured…” you muttered cut off by Steve again. “Do you love me (Y/N)?” He began to walk around you slowly. “Yes Steve, I do love you, despite my actions.” You looked at him as he made his way to your other side. “Are you in love with him?” He asked quieter, as he began to walk back around you. “No, no I am not in love with James.” Your body trembled as you said it as if to show you were unsure of your answer. Steve bent down to your right ear and whispered, “Prove it.” You looked to him not sure of what he meant. He could tell from your eyes that you didn’t understand what he meant. “If you truly love me, and are only in love with me then prove it (Y/N), cause right now I don’t believe you.” Your mind began to race, how can you prove to him, this man that was too good for you, that you loved him and only him. “What can I do to prove it to you, Steve?” He stepped up close behind you, to the point you could feel his chest and stiff cock against your backside. He stripped your clothes off quickly, leaving you standing there naked. “Lay down.”

You climbed into bed and laid back, looking on as Steve stripped out of his clothes. He crawled up your body until his knees were on either side of your head. He grabbed himself and stroked slowly, precum beading on the end of his cock. He looked down at you, your eyes soft and shaded by your lashes. “Suck.” He said, and with that simple word you took him into your mouth. Suckling on his cock as if it were an orange and yellow, Big Stick popsicle. You moved your neck as much as you could from the angle you were in, desperately bobbing you focused your attention on the head. You massaged it, curving the flat of your tongue around the underside, then moved the tip of your tongue, into the opening in his cock that was wet with precum. Steve moaned and continued stroking himself quickly, until you felt him unload, the cum sliding down the back of your throat. He slid himself out of your mouth and looked down at you, the both of you panting and trying to catch a breath.

He shimmied down your body, resting his thighs over your hips. He leaned down and kissed you deeply, a tear rolled down your cheek. You missed this closeness and intimacy with your husband, even though you know you didn’t deserve it. He’d only been gone a week, but it felt like forever to you. Many questions were running through your head regarding his absence, though you decided that now wasn’t the time to discuss that. Equally distracted by your thoughts and his kisses, you hadn’t noticed that Steve had handcuffed your arms above your head, to the headboard. You tried to pull down on both arms, then looked back at Steve. He smirked at seeing the realization on your face and leaned down to your ear, his warm breath making you shiver. “You know you’re mine, right?” “You are my WIFE.” Steve lined his cock up with the entrance to your pussy and slowly pushed in, he began at a steady pace, not brutal but focused. “You cut me down to my core when you told me you had sex with Bucky.” You heard his breath catch and a tear drop touched your cheek, Steve rose above you, allowing you to be able to see the tears slipping from his eyes. “My best friend Y/N…” You began to cry, seeing him in distress and being the cause of that pain was crushing you. Steve wiped the tears from his eyes, then he reached down and wiped your tears away with his thumb. “We made a promise to each other, ‘til death do us part, Y/N. I have no problem fighting for what belongs to me…” Steve reached down and wrapped his right hand around your neck, he didn’t apply any pressure, but you could feel that he had a firm hold on you. “…so, I will not allow you to run, just because we’re having problems. I love you and we are going to fix this.”

Steve had a darkness in his eyes you hadn’t seen before, dominance and control rolling off him, willing you to submit to him. This wasn’t his commander air that you and the team were accustomed to seeing, this even bypassed the usual primal air he displayed in bed on occasion. This was something more…possessive. He began to pump in and out of you, making you feel every inch of him. He tried out different angles until he got the specific sound, he wanted out of you, something between a whimper and a high-pitched hiccup. He continued hitting your sweet spot, quickly bringing your orgasm out of you with a loud cry. Your eyes lids sat low as you watched Steve work for his own release, they fluttered closed as the last image you saw or rather felt, was Steve nipping and suckling your neck. A deep, peaceful sleep over took you, worn out from the emotional stress and physical activities of the night.

You awoke the next morning to a pleasant feeling, a familiar tightness building in your body. You blinked your eyes rapidly and looked down your body to see, Steve feasting on your pussy like it was his last meal. Working his tongue expertly over your clit, you felt your climax coming. You gripped on to his hair, riding out the snap as it washed over your already wrecked body. Steve came up for air after lapping at your last remaining juices, grinning like a kid on Christmas. You panted, sitting up on your elbows to stare at him wide-eyed. “Good morning kitten.” Steve said kissing you passionately. “Um...good morning, Daddy.” You looked at Steve, trying to figure out what was in the air.

Something about him was different you were sure, but couldn’t quite put your finger on it. Suddenly the urge to pee hit you, you made a move to get out of bed, but Steve reached out to stop you. “Where are you going?” You looked back at him in mock shock, “Hubby I need to pee, like yesterday!” You pulled away quickly and ran into the bathroom, sitting there and blissfully thinking that everything might be alright. While you were washing your hands, you looked up at the mirror and screamed in terror. There in your reflection was your body, littered with hickies. Steve casually walked into the bathroom and asked you what was wrong.

“What’s wrong?” you snapped. “Look at me, I look like I have some kind of skin condition.” You began to paw at your body, touching your neck and rubbing down your chest and arms. Steve stood behind you, wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his chin on your shoulder. He smirked at you in the mirror, “No, you look like you belong to someone who loves you very, very much. Now come on we have to get ready for breakfast.” He moved to kiss your neck, and you dipped out of his reach. You turned to him, looking at him with worry in your eyes. “Steve, I can’t go outside our room looking like this, they’re everywhere.” Steve looked at you and tilted his head to the side, “Why would you need to cover them up? We’re married, everyone knows this, so what is there to be ashamed of?” You shook your head, not believing this was coming out of Steve’s mouth. “Or maybe…you don’t want Bucky to see them.” Your head snapped up at that remark, you looked at Steve with tears beginning to brim in your eyes. “Steve that isn’t it.”

He pulled you into a hug, “Kitten I told you we’re going to fix this, this is just the beginning.” “Now come on, we have somethings to get to after breakfast. I’ve picked out your clothes and they’re on the bed when we get out of the shower.” You heard Steve turn on the shower, and he helped you in, but your mind was far away from your current location. You knew Steve was feeling jaded, and that this current act was just his possessive way of claiming you, but you weren’t sure how to fix the situation. You dwelled on the divorce you thought was on the horizon that you hadn’t even thought about what could be done to salvage your marriage. You now had to follow his lead, and hope that there would be a light at the end of the tunnel.

You both stepped out of the shower, toweled off and went to get dressed, you put on the clothes Steve had picked out for you, something you had long since put away when you and Steve had decided to be exclusive. The type of clothes Steve felt were too revealing before, were now your go-to outfit this morning. You looked in the mirror, every mark would be visible except the ones where the sun doesn’t shine. Steve grabbed your hand, pulling you away from the mirror. “You ready kitten?” You looked at him and back towards the mirror, “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

You both walked out, Steve slightly in front of you and made it to the common room floor. When you two stepped out, you heard everyone’s voices go quiet. You weren’t sure if it was shock over seeing Steve back after being MIA for a week or if it was your appearance. “Good morning,” Steve said to everyone, he sat down and pulled you down, into his lap. “Uh hey, Steve, glad to see your back,” Sam spoke up first, his eyes glued on the two of you. You could feel everyone staring at your body, trying to make sense of what exactly they were seeing. “So…um…I see you had a, ah…good vacation?”, Tony fumbled for words, you knew it looked as bad as you thought if it was making Tony Stark stutter. “Yea just needed some time to figure everything out.” That was all Steve gave everyone, he rubbed your back which pulled you out of your thoughts. “Kitten, will you fix my plate for me?” “Sure,” you replied and started piling different foods on to his plate. You then walked over towards the counter to make him a cup of coffee. Wanda approached you and touched your arm, a look of concern on her face. “Y/N, are you ok?”, you looked at her and smiled nervously. “Yea, I’m ok.” You replied with a strained smile. She leaned in closer, her voice just above a whisper, “Then why haven’t you told him about the baby yet?” You looked at her wide-eyed, snapping your mind shut to her. You weren’t upset with her, you and her having some similar mental abilities it was bound to happen on occasion that either of you would see the others thought’s clear as day, even at a distance.

“Well with everything that’s happened, I wasn’t sure if telling him would have been a good or bad thing.” Steve looked back to where the two of you were. You looked back at Wanda as you made your way towards Steve. “We can talk at the table; I won’t block you out.” This made her give you a big smile, as she made her way back to the table. As you approached you hadn’t noticed when Sharon slipped into the room, but there she was sitting in between Natasha and Pepper. Which happened to be directly across from Steve, “oh joy” you thought. As you put the coffee down at the table, you went to sit next to Steve, which would have put you across from Bucky, but your hubby pulled you into his lap again. You noticed Sharon’s lip twitch at the gesture.

Agent 13 was another female you didn’t quite care for, you knew she and Steve had, had a thing a while back before you joined the team, but the way Steve put it, they only kissed once and nothing else materialized from it. You didn’t even see the woman often enough to call her an acquaintance, but whenever she did see you, she always threw dirty looks your way. Today, she was grinning at you across the table. “Why is your ex smiling at me like that?”, you whispered into Steve’s ear. He didn’t even bother to look in Sharon’s direction. “We kissed ONE time, that doesn’t make her my ex, and I don’t know why she’s doing that, just ignore her”, Steve replied calmly. You gritted your teeth, “Well she needs to stop before I slap that stupid grin off her face.” You rolled your eyes at her and proceeded to mentally converse with Wanda, but were interrupted by Tony.

“So, I’ll bite the bullet, because my curiosity is eating me up here, and I’m sure everyone else wants to know…what’s going on with your skin Y/N?” You could see the smirk he was trying, but failing to hide. “They’re passion marks, Tony. Don’t you recognize them, or has it been that long since you’ve been allowed to give one?” That little jab got most of the table laughing except for Carter and Bucky. The latter you didn’t dare look at. Partially from fear of what you’d see in his eyes and the other part of you afraid of what Steve would do if he caught you. “We just got a little carried away last night.” “Whose we? Clint chimed in, “Steve hasn’t got a scratch on him.” “Don’t you think his healing factor is what might be preventing the evidence?” Sam said, you secretly thanked the man. As the two continued to bicker, Tony reached over towards you to try and examine your arm. “I know Steve got carried away, I’ve just never seen so many at one time, and everywhere.” Steve grabbed Tony’s arm before it could reach you. “Knock it off Tony.” He warned the man, his tone not showing an ounce of playfulness. Tony wriggled his arm away from Steve and rubbed where his own bruise was starting to form. “No need to get so possessive Steve, I’m not the one who slept with her.”

The table got quiet at that; all anyone could hear was the air running through the vents. You couldn’t take the looks of judgment or pity that probably surrounded the table, you didn’t dare look up to find out. You looked towards Steve and saw the look of murder in his eyes, as he glared at Bucky. The tick of his jaw letting you know something was about to happen. You hated how much more tense the atmosphere was now, the air so thick you felt you were suffocating. You had to get out of there, for the sake of your own sanity. You got up to leave the table, but Steve caught your arm to keep you from running.

“Let her slutty ass go Steve.” You turned back towards the table; eyes wide as you looked back at Sharon. Was this girl serious, you thought to yourself. Who in the hell did she think she was talking to? “What? You thought I didn’t know about you cheating on poor Steve?”, she continued, “I knew the moment I met you, you were no good for him. Knew you didn’t deserve him…”

Steve tried to interrupt her, “Sharon, stop.”

“No, Steve.” Sharon began to walk around the table towards you. “The bitch needs to hear this, you spent a whole week at my house pouring your heart out to me, don’t protect her.” She finally made her way to standing right in front of you at arm’s reach. You looked from her to him at the revelation, so he’d been at her house all week, ha!  You turned your attention back to Sharon as she continued her rant.

“You had no business dating him after Bucky left you, if you were a decent woman, you’d have known that.” Your blood began to boil in your veins as she went on. “Then I’m not sure what kind of mind control you used, to get him to marry you…” Coils were beginning to snap in your head. “…and you have the nerve to cheat on him? You opened your legs for Bucky just like the whore you are.” Your hair began to rise slowly, “I’m surprised Natasha hasn’t thrashed your ass already for touching her husband.” The table began to tremble, making everyone push away from it. “If it was up to me, I’d kick your ass myself, but I promised Steve I wouldn’t touch you. So how about you do something decent for once in your life and leave him be. He deserves a nice woman, not some ninny whoring herself out to his friends.”

“SHARON THAT IS ENOUGH!” Steve finally found his footing to speak. He tried to touch your arm to calm you, but your other side had a hold of the reins now. Your head whipped around to where his arm had gripped yours, you looked back up at him slowly, your eyes were glowing now. You telepathically shoved Steve away from you and snapped around before anyone could stop you and grabbed Sharon with your mind by the throat and held her body in place above you. Wanda could feel the dark energy rolling off you, she could feel it draining the life out of your body.  She had to stop you before you did something you’d regret. She knew if she tried to reach you mentally it wouldn’t work, she’d have to say it out loud.

“Y/N, STOP! YOU’RE HURTING THE BABY.”

You blinked rapidly, withdrawing from the dark part of your mind. You dropped Sharon to the floor roughly and stood there breathing heavily. Everyone was standing there in shock, either from what had just happened or from Wanda’s big reveal. Steve walked up to you, he touched your face and asked if you were alright. Sharon got up slowly, shaking as she tried to get upright. “You’re asking HER if she’s alright? That bitch tried to kill me.” Steve turned to her, staring daggers at Sharon, he’d apparently had enough of her talking. “Sharon, I need you to leave, NOW!” Sharon had a look of utter betrayal, like she’d just been kicked in the guts. “I let you lay up in my house, I feed and comfort you, and you’re asking me to leave? Ha, well this is rich.” She turned to leave but stopped before she made it to the elevator. “Oh, and here’s a little tidbit for the rest of you since Steve here is feeling so forgiving all of a fucking sudden.” “Steve and Natasha started fucking each other after the Avengers formed. They didn’t stop until Natasha and Bucky got together again. He also said that he’s going to fuck her to get back at Y/N and Bucky, but he wasn’t sure if she’d go along with it and that he really missed pounding into her.”

You looked at Bucky, his eyes snapped back and forth from Natasha and Steve. Natasha finally spoke, “Sharon your just upset that he wouldn’t fuck you. Get over it.” Sharon’s eyes narrowed at the redhead, “Oh, fuck you, Romanoff.” “Sharon you’ve embarrassed yourself enough, just GO!” Steve said to the upset blond. As she stepped into the elevator, she turned around to face the stunned room. “Steve I’ll be at home when you fucking get your senses straight and realize she isn’t right for you.” The elevator closed taking her away, yet you kept staring at the elevator like you expected her to come back for round two. You hadn’t even heard Steve walk up behind you.

“Y/N, your pregnant?”

Tags: @iheartsebastianstan

It Happened

Chapter 2: Before the Storm

Word Count: 4638

The walk to your room was worse than any walk of shame you could have ever imagined, your legs felt like lead with your stomach in knots. You had to hold on to the wall to steady yourself on the way there. When you finally made it to your destination, you closed the door and collapsed to the floor curling into a ball and crying. You hated yourself for cheating, disgracing your vows, and most of all for betraying Steve. You felt the bile rise into your throat and made a dash to the bathroom, not sure if it was pregnancy hormones or your guilt taking over but you were hugging the porcelain hard.

After 10 minutes of vomiting everything your stomach had to give, you stepped into the shower replaying everything that had happened. The thoughts eating away at your resolve brought on a new wave of tears, that then made you turn the water temperature up until it was stinging as it hit your body, vigorously you scrubbed your skin with the soap and washcloth as if that would wash away your sin. After the tears had subsided, you toweled off, brushed your teeth and crawled into bed. Steve’s scent hit your nose as you lay down on a pillow, God was it torture, bringing on another round of tears making you cry yourself to sleep. You spent the rest of that day and night periodically crying and sleeping off the headaches that followed your bouts of tears.

In between the space of being awake and asleep, you felt warm and secure in bed, snuggling backward into the arms you were enveloped in, a familiar voice whispered into your ear.

“Good morning wife”, Steve spoke, you could feel him smiling into your skin.

You turned around and sat up, you looked Steve over and touched his face, your fingertips trembling as they lightly ghosted over his lips. “It’s you Daddy.” You smiled at him teary-eyed, pouncing to grab him in a tight hug. Steve chuckled and kissed the top of your head, “Yea it’s me baby, who else would it be?” Your eyes shot up to his and your smile faltered, of course, because of your husband’s acute senses he didn’t miss a beat. “Sweets, what’s wrong?” his eyes showing you the beginning glimpses of worry. “Nothing my love, I’m just so glad your back, and I missed you.” He gazes into your eyes and cup’s your cheek, “I missed you too baby.”

You lean into to kiss him and he meets you halfway, he quickly takes over the kiss. Your tongues tangle with each other, then Steve lays you down placing passionate kisses up and down your body. You want him so badly, to taste his skin and his essence, to feel him inside, for you souls to connect on that deeper level again as if that can erase your misdeed. You know you must come clean, the longer you wait the worse it will be, but you can’t bear to tell him now. You don’t want to ruin his homecoming and the moment. Your heart settles with your mind that you will tell him soon, and then you give yourself fully to the moment. When Steve makes it back up your body, you turn him over so he lands on his back against the mattress. You kiss him deeply, and move down to his neck, placing sloppy open mouth kisses along the way. You never did bother with leaving passion marks on Steve, his super-soldier healing factor made such minor bruises disappear within minutes. He sat up and squeezed your supple breasts together with his hands, suckling each nipple and making you quiver.

You bring his chin up and kiss him again, as you lean your body into him to get him to lay back in bed. You move down his body quickly and take his cock into your hand before he can try to sit up again. You place innocent teasing kisses on to the tip and shaft. Looking up at him briefly through your lashes, you see the big beautiful grin you fell in love with smack dab on his face. Yes, you love to see that grin, but that isn’t what you're striving for here. You give him a naughty smile, and turn your attention back to his cock. Stroking it slowly as you lick the tip like a scoop of ice cream on a cone. His hips jerk upward at the feel of your warm tongue against him, and you know you’re headed in the right direction. You took him into your mouth, sucking on him as your hand went up and down his shaft. His hands tried to make their way into your hair as he pushed up into your mouth. You took the hint and went further down on his cock making your nose touch the skin at the base of his cock. Steve groaned loudly, sitting up to pull you from his cock. He rolled to his side, got up on his knees and pulled you flush against his bodied. You could feel his stiffness touching your hip, Steve whispered into your ear, “Get on your hands and knees kitten.” You giggled and kissed him before quickly moving down to the edge of the bed, arching your back with your booty propped up in the air like a bitch in heat. God did you love it when Steve took you from behind, you could feel all of him in this position and he loved the way your ass looked bouncing back after every hit from his pelvis.

Steve came up behind you, rubbing his hands up your thighs to your ass and gave both cheeks firm squeezes, he lined his cock up with your entrance and pushed in slowly. You tremble as you feel him enter you, he grips your shoulders and whispers into your ear, “Tell me if it’s too much, okay?” Steve always the caring and concerned lover, always made sure you were alright every step of the way. You nod your head in response. He pulls out slightly and slams back into your cunt. A high pitched mewl escapes your mouth, matching Steve’s groan at the impact. Steve picks up the pace quickly, pounding into your wet cunt. You feel his grip tighten on your waist and shoulder, as he works out the tension he’s held from the mission on your body.

As husband and wife, having sex was always like this after each mission and you didn’t mind when Steve took you this way. It saved Tony from having to buy as many punching bag replacements and you got to see Steve’s true carnal side. No one got to see this side of him, with Steve having to carry the weight of prestige that followed being America’s Golden boy. You felt it your duty as his wife to indulge him when this side came out, it was full of raw, unbridled passion. The position, the emotions released, all of it mattered, it was your way of submitting to your husband and letting him know that you were there to help carry his burdens. You felt your orgasm coming quickly, drawing you out of your thoughts. The wave hit you making you scream his name over and over until you were gasping for air. Steve followed right behind, feeling your cunt gripping his cock, he pushed in further holding you steady as he unloaded into you. You collapsed with him catching himself on his hands above you and rolling over to his side facing you. He pulled you into his arms and kissed you deeply, then pulled back and searched your eyes to make sure you were alright. You smiled and nodded back at him, reassuring him everything was alright.

Steve fell asleep quickly, but you sat awake laying on his chest. Your short mental reprieve gone and the reality of your situation flooding your mind. You knew you would have to tell Steve about your infidelity, but you were scared. As you should be, you knew how Steve operated on the right side of things at all times. Cheating was wrong in a relationship, he’d told you that many times when comforting you after you and Bucky’s break up. Now that you and Steve were married, you knew it was going to hit ten times worse, and with it being his best friend (twenty times worse), who was also your ex (thirty times worse).

"I am so screwed", you thought to yourself.

You’re not sure when you fell asleep, but you wake up the next morning to Steve’s sweet kisses and wet hair nuzzling into your neck.

“Good morning kitten.” Steve said as he gazed into your still sleep-filled eyes. You smiled and rubbed his hair, “Good morning Daddy.” Steve kissed you and pulled the covers back, causing you to sit up slightly and give him a curious look.

“Come on kitten we have to get up, the whole team is having breakfast together this morning to kind of unwind from the mission and we have 10 minutes to get ready.”

You got up from the bed and walked into the bathroom, turning on the shower and hopping in. Steve came in a minute later and began combing his hair in the mirror.

“Kitten did you go to the infirmary while we were gone, you look like you’re feeling a lot better than you did when we left,” Steve said.

You suddenly remembered that you had forgotten to tell Steve about the pregnancy. You decided that now wasn’t a good time, you still needed to tell Steve about you cheating on him. So, you held back the good news for now, because depending on your husband's reaction to the bad news, you weren’t entirely sure the pregnancy would be considered good news.

"Because there’s nothing worse than finding out your ex is pregnant with your child", you thought.

"Yea they said it was a stomach bug…just a little 24-hour thing.” You said nervously over the glass door, thankful that it was frosted glass, so Steve couldn’t see the frown on your face.

“Well I’m glad you’re feeling better, I didn’t even think to ask you last night before I took you,” Steve said shaking his head at his lack of oversight.

You stuck your head out of the glass door, “Steve please don’t send yourself on an undeserved guilt trip. If I wasn’t feeling well, I would have told you.” You smiled at Steve hoping to erase whatever guilt he was trying to build up.

Steve looked up at you and smiled, “Somehow I doubt you would have.”

You smiled mischievously at Steve, “Well, I can understand your doubt because Lord knows I do love it when you take me.” You winked and bit your lower lip, causing Steve’s eyes to narrow in lust. Just as you were about to step out of the shower towards Steve, he crossed the space quickly and shut the shower door.

“Hey!” you squeaked out looking at Steve in shock.

Steve smiled and shook his finger at you, “Oh no kitten, we are not about to be late to breakfast.”

You rolled your eyes and turned your back to Steve, “Fine, spoilsport. I’ll be out in 5.”

“Good girl.” Steve said, “I’ll be waiting in the living room.”

You finished washing up, then went to brush your teeth and wash your face. Looking at yourself in the mirror, your eyes darted away from your face. Unable to look at the adulterer staring back at you. You went into your bedroom and got dressed, then walked into the living room to meet Steve. You two rode the elevator down to the communal floor and walked into the open floor style kitchen hand in hand.

When the doors opened at your destination, you looked around and saw the whole team there, your eyes darted from each face giving them a smile until you laid eyes on Bucky. You saw him stare back at you, you looked away and he turned his attention back to Nat who had her legs draped across his lap.

“Ok, since the love birds are here, we can finally get started,” Tony said grinning at you and Steve.

“Sorry we're late, it was my fault everybody.” You said looking at Steve with a grin, he looked at you with a smirk of his own.

“Oh, don’t try and cover for Steve, Y/N, it def looks like it was a collaborative effort,” Sam said, glancing back and forth between the two of you with a grin.

You turned your face into Steve’s shoulder and giggled, then heard an annoyed grunt come from across the table. You looked over and noticed Bucky staring at you again, you glared back at him, your eyes darting towards Natasha and then to the table. Natasha picked up on the tenseness in your body.

“Y/N, are you alright?”, she said.

You weren’t sure where she was coming from with that comment. You no longer hated Natasha for her part in Bucky breaking your heart, but you two weren’t exactly friends either. She called your name again snapping you out of your thoughts, “Y/N?”

You looked up again at Natasha, “Oh…um, yeah I’m fine, just a little out of it today. Kind of feel like I’m all over the place.” You gave her a fake smile that she read a mile away.

“Well, that can happen to you when you let your husband sex the soul right out of you.” Sam cackled, him and Tony were having too much fun at your and Steve’s expense.

You looked at Steve as he was just about to tell them to stop when everyone heard Bucky yell at the table. “Enough!” Everyone looked at him in shock, “Can we get through one meal without all the sexual innuendos?” You didn’t dare look at Bucky but could see Steve’s face full of appreciation at what he thought was Bucky coming to his rescue yet again.

“Damn, alright Barnes, sheesh!” Sam said rolling his eyes at Bucky’s outburst.

“Oh, ho ho, what’s the matter Barnes, Nat not letting you bury your bone?” Tony replied. Sam and Clint burst out in laughter, Sam because of the challenge and Clint because he knew Nat was going to make Stark pay for his comment later.

“Usually your all for making Steve squirm when it comes to things of a sexual nature.” Sam quipped.

“Why the sudden change in heart?” Tony edged on. Everyone was now looking at Bucky, expecting more out lash.

Bucky smirked and pulled Natasha up into a deep, passionate, tongue filled kiss. You heard the wolf whistles going on around you, save for Steve, but somewhere in the back of your mind, you felt the tiniest feeling of jealousy. Your hand gripped Steve’s tighter, as you watched Bucky and Natasha make out. They finally broke apart their kiss, Bucky turning to Tony with the smirk back on his face.

“That answer your question, Stark,” Bucky replied sitting back down and wrapping his arm around Natasha’s waist.

“No, it didn’t, but thank you for the show,” Tony replied with a grin.

Everyone dissolved into their own conversations, you made up your mind to keep your attention focused on your husband, and to ignore Bucky, which didn’t go over easily. You could feel him staring at your every so often. It was unnerving, like he was toying with you to see how you would react. It was then that you felt you needed to remind him that you had a husband that you loved dearly.

"If you had done that earlier when he made a pass at you, you wouldn’t be in this position now, stupid slut." your mind lashing out at you again.

You willed your conscience to shut up, turning your body slightly towards Steve, and leaned over and whispered into his ear, all the filthy things you wanted him to do to you when you got back to your room, then you started to tease his ear with your tongue. You could see the blush rising on his skin, you then let your hand slide down to his shirt covered chest moving towards his crotch when you heard the sound of metal being crushed. You and Steve looked up to see Bucky’s metal arm gripping a part of the table causing a major indentation.

“Buck, are you okay?” Steve asked him, his voice full of concern.

Bucky blinked and looked down at the table, looking back up at Steve and replying, “Yeah I’m alright, just need to talk to you later about something.” His eyes darted towards you, seeing your eyes grow big like a deer caught in headlights.

This was it, he was going to tell Steve and ruin everything, Steve would divorce you, Natasha would be upset with Bucky. She wouldn’t leave him though, because he was the “love of her life”. Then you would be all alone, everyone would hate you for betraying Steve.

No fuck that, if I’m going out, I’m going out with a least some shred of decency.” Your mind had decided.

You whispered into Steve’s ear, “When you’re done, can we go back to our room, there’s something I need to talk to you about.” Steve looked at you with slight worry, you smiled at him hoping to quell his worries until you could drop the horrible news that would destroy the life you two were trying to build.

“Aren’t you going to eat anything kitten?” Steve asked, noticing you hadn’t put anything on your plate.

“I’m not really hungry at the moment.” You replied staring at your plate in front of you. Steve put down his utensils and grabbed your hand in his, which made you look up.

“Come on, if it’s bothering you enough not to eat, then it can’t wait!” You silently cursed your love of food, it tipped Steve off when you refused to eat.

You glanced back one last time at the table as you and Steve walked back to the room, you caught Bucky staring intently at your retreating form, knowing that he saw the single tear falling down your cheek.

As Steve shut the door, you fidgeted by the door, staring down at your feet. Steve looked at you worriedly, he’d never seen you in such a mess.

“Kitten, we’re alone now. Tell me what’s wrong?”

You sniffled, finding it difficult to let the words escape from your lips.

“Y/N, talk to me, sweets.” He shook his head, “I can’t help the situation if you don’t let me know what it is?” Steve walked over to you and pulled you closer towards the couch he’d been sitting on.

Well it’s now or never, you made your bed (Y/L/N), now it’s time to lay in it…

You looked up at Steve, memorizing his face as if it would be the last time you would ever see it again. You huffed out a breath, “Steve…I..I..slept with Bucky while you and the team were away on the mission.” You kept your gaze down at your shoes afraid to look at your husband.

“(Y/N), what did you just say?” Steve looked at you, his hand deathly still as they held your own.

You struggled to repeat what you just revealed to him. You looked up at him this time, “I had sex with Bucky while you were gone Steve, I’m so sorry, I made a mistake.” Before you could tighten your grip on his hands he stood up and walked to the end of the couch. You looked silently at him, catching his gaze at you just as he threw the end table and lamp at the nearest wall, them smashing completely into pieces. You jumped out of your seat shocked at his behavior, Steve never acted this way when he got bad news, but you willed yourself to remember the severity of the situation. This wasn’t just regular bad news, this was life-altering news.

“(Y/N) why?” The calmness in his voice, giving you a creepy feeling.

You didn’t have a reason why, you know you’re in love with Steve, but there was a part of you that still loved Bucky. You just weren’t sure why that part made you sleep with him. You remained quiet while trembling in shock, you’d never seen Steve like this, his chest heaving, anger and hurt rolling off him. You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard banging at the door.

“Steve?” Sam called out.

“Y/N?” Bucky called out.

“Are you guys alright in there?” you heard Tony’s muffled voice from behind the door, one of them twisting at the doorknob.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y., block access into our room,” Steve said to the A.I. system, he stepped closer to you, as fear locked you where you stood.

“Y/N, I’m only going to ask you one more time…why?”

“Steve, I made a mistake…”

“I didn’t ask for your sorry ass apology, Y/N, I asked you…” Steve faltered back and shook his head, “Never mind, forget I asked.” He made his way towards the door, and you ran in front of it to stop him, placing your hand on his chest.

“Steve please wait, we need to talk about this, baby please don’t leave.”

Steve pushed your hands away from his body, “Don’t touch me.” He stepped forward again expecting you to step aside. "Y/N move." He stood there waiting for you to move, turning in a circle and trying to calm himself down, he raised his balled fists to his eyes, as if he was in pain.

“Y/N, MOVE!” Steve yelled. You shook your head no, knowing if you moved you wouldn’t know if or when you would see Steve again.

“Steve, please…” you begged as Steve shoved you aside, he swung the door open, not bothering to look at the startled faces near the doorway as he made his way to the elevator.

You stayed on the floor crying into your hands, shocked but not surprised at his reaction. You heard footsteps approach you, a set right near you and two sets away, probably surveying the room. Someone crouched down beside you and whispered in your ear, “Doll did he hurt you?”

You pulled back and started to laugh wildly. “Did he hurt me? You have the fucking nerve to ask me did he hurt me?” You shook your head and looked up at the ceiling, “God, I wish he had because I fucking deserve it.”

Tony and Sam looked at you in incredulity, not sure what to make of what you just said and the slight destruction of the room. By now Wanda, Pietro, Natasha and Vision had made it into the room.

“No one is allowed to hurt you, Y/N, no matter the reason,” Bucky said through gritted teeth. You scoffed and shook his arm from around your shoulders.

“Yea, you say that but it’s always you that ends up hurting me.” You stood up from beside Bucky, you had, had enough. Turning to glance at Natasha and then back down at Bucky, you decided if your ship was going down, so would there’s.

“You cheated on me with Natasha, left me for her, married her. You moved on with your life, and I didn’t interfere once. And when I finally find someone who loves me, the way I’m supposed to be loved, you have the audacity to come back and fuck it up for me again.” Your whole body was shaking, fists balled up at your sides, you felt like you were going to explode.

“Y/N I didn’t make you have sex with me.” Bucky glared at you, glancing out of his peripheral at Natasha.

You shoved your finger into his chest, not afraid of the outcome at this point. “Your right, you didn’t, but you damn sure knew what you were doing when you slow danced with me, kissed me, and made out with me while I remind you, walking me backwards towards my old bedroom. You initiated and I dumbly followed like a pig going to slaughter.”

You rubbed your hand down your face and looked back at Bucky.

“You should be glad though, you got exactly what you wanted...Steve leaving me, so now you don’t have to worry about me being with your best friend anymore.”

You looked around the room, at everyone, different looks of shock and disbelief across their faces, only one with anger.

Natasha

You walked over to her and looked into her eyes, you felt the need to be petty, rise up in you but you wanted to be the bigger woman and felt you had caused enough commotion for one day. You walked out and caught the elevator to your floor. Walking to your old room, and laid in bed for the rest of the day. Day turned into night as you shut yourself off from the rest of the team, no one came by the room, knowing there wasn’t anything that could be said to help rectify the situation. When you woke up from one of your dozing spells, you looked over to see that it was 3 am and looked over knowing Steve wasn’t there. You asked F.R.I.D.A.Y., if there had been any missions the team had been called out on, but none had been mentioned. You wondered where he was, was he just blowing off steam, or doing something worse. You then thought to ask the AI if Steve was in the building, again getting a reply of no.

Three more days passed as you started to get worried, you still hadn’t left your room. Not that the others hadn’t tried to get you to at least come out and get something to eat or drink. Even Bucky tried to get you to come out of your room, F.R.I.D.A.Y. stopping him from getting in as you instructed. You then heard when Natasha, slapped him upside the head and dragged him away from the door. You mentally said a “thank God” for the redhead, for the first time in a long while. You left dozens of messages and tried calling on day 5, but found Steve’s phone was off, sending you straight to voicemail.

After day 7 you sent a message to Tony, asking if he’d heard from Steve, hearing a no from him got you even more worried. “You don’t think he’s in trouble, do you? What if he’s hurt? Or Hydra has gotten a hold of him?” you asked Tony frantically over the phone.

Tony sighed into the phone, "Y/N I’m sure he’s fine, I can’t track him because he’s turned everything off, cell phone, comlink, trackers. He probably just needs a little time to collect himself. I’m sure he’ll be back as soon as he’s ready. Don’t worry yourself hon, ok? Now, will you please come out of your room and eat something? I’m pretty sure when he makes it back, he won’t want you to be skin and bones.”

You spoke with Tony a few more minutes, agreeing to come out of your room and eat something. When you came out of the elevator, you weren’t expecting everyone, minus Bucky and Natasha to be there. Tony had pulled one over on you, making you believe everyone was otherwise occupied. You tried to head back to the elevator but Wanda caught you before you could and steered you towards the table. You sat, too ashamed to look at anyone, you weren’t exactly in the mood to sit for the judge and jury.

Tony broke the ice saying that you were still their teammate and that you and Steve’s personal business would remain personal and wouldn’t be up for discussion. You gave him a small grateful smile and ate, you declined the invitation to watch movies and retreated to your room.

It Happened

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Love is such a messed up thing sometimes...

A tale where Bucky and you were together but he left you for an old flame, you found love again eventually. You've moved on, but apparently, he isn't pleased with who it's with and what major moves you and your love are making. Also, he's bold enough to tell you about his displeasure...like you give a crap!!!

Warnings: Cheating, Heartbreak, Pregnancy, Betrayal, Marriage, Angst & Fluff & Smut, Daddy kink, Discussion of Abortion, Song Lyrics-Can you guess the song?, Possessive Bucky Barnes x reader, Possessive Steve Rogers x reader, Bucky Barnes x Natasha, Steve x Natasha, Wanda x Vision, Sam Wilson, Bruce Banner, Pepper Potts x Tony Stark, Sharon Carter, Clint

A/N: I’ll add more tags as I see fit, I’m trying to not give the story away too much.

Chapter 1: Why now?

Chapter 2: Before the Storm

Chapter 3: Oh Shit!?!

Chapter 4: Huh?

Chapter 5: Adventure Time

We're all adults here - Steve Rogers

Summary: Reader covers up when training outside with the team because someone just happened to cover her in hickies the night before. But what happens when reader is forced to take her cover-up off? 0.6k+ wc

Going outside in the summer heat to practice with the team was not what you had in mind, especially when the modern indoor training facilities were all available, with a track just as big, and more importantly, air conditioning that worked perfectly well. Normally, you wouldn't have a problem with it, putting on shorts and a sports bra before joining Natasha outside, but usually, your boyfriend didn't go so crazy in bed the night before. Steve, ever so worked up after not seeing you for a few days while on a mission, had come home, making a beeline to your room where he finally pushed you up against the wall, pressing kisses on every inch of your skin before taking you on every piece of furniture he could find.

You felt Steve's guilty gaze on you the second you met with the rest of the team outside, clad in a thin sports jacket and shorts. At least you looked cute, despite how quickly you were going to overheat. "Oh you're crazy crazy." Comments Natasha the instance she sees you, beginning her warmup around the track. You quickly join her, rolling your eyes playfully at her, though it's hard to ignore the way you immediately feel the way the long sleeves are clinging onto your skin the second you start to perspire.

By the end of your laps on the track, your face is all red and you need to lean on your knees to catch your breath, panting heavily. You didn't think one little piece of clothing would have such an effect on your performance, but apparently it did, making you fan your hands in front of your face in hopes of helping with the heat. "Y/n just take it off, what's going on?" Remarks Clint bemusedly. "Yeah we all know it's too hot for this kind of clothing. Is there a particular reason you're so dressed up?" You put your hands on your hips, chest heaving up and down as you digest Bucky's question. You shake your head, gratefully accepting the cool bottle of water your boyfriend offers you, a guilty grimace on his face.

Steve's cheeks are flushed pink, and whether that's due to the warmup or how close you guys are to being found out, he doesn't know. The team have known about the two of you before you even knew, clueless about the other's feelings, but Steve, being the old soul that he is, prefers to keep details about your sex life private when possible. "Does Mr. Loverboy have anything to do with this?" Teases Tony, only half-joking, hints of a smile on his face. You scoff, which immediately has your teammates looking at you quizzically. Did Mr. Loverboy have anything to do with it? "Okay Y/N, on a serious note, you're going to overheat training in that." Tony adds, his eyebrows furrowing. "Look, we're all adults here." You defend, spinning away from your team as your hand hesitantly reaches up to drag the zipper of your jacket down your torso. When you turn back around, the rest of your team is still staring expectantly at you, leaving you to watch as their reactions form on their faces.

"Holy shit!" Clint exclaims, words drowned by the loud wolf-whistles Natasha sends you way, eyes glued to your chest. "Okay, stop looking!" You scold her, and Bucky immediately looks away from you even though the words aren't directed at him, slapping a hand on the back of Steve's shoulder in pride. The dark hickies are scattered all around your chest and neck, dipping under your sports bra, leaving the rest for imagination. You chuckle uncomfortably, tightening your ponytail "Wild night, am I right?" You hear Steve choke over his drink before you see it, spinning around to take a look at his red face, water dribbling down his chin and onto his tight shirt as he catches his breath. "Sorry sweetheart." You mutter, taking a step towards him so you can press a kiss on his cheek, his hand instinctively coming up to rest on your waist.

"Why are you apologising to him? Look at yourself!"

CUTE AS A FUCKIN' BUTTON MASTERLIST

18+

Baker!Steve x Mob!Reader

Series Status: Ongoing

Series Summary: Steve is the owner of the cute new bakery in town, and he's purer than anyone you've ever known. You can feel him melting your ice heart, but you don't mind a single bit.

Content Warning: Mob!Reader x Baker!Steve, Mob!Sam x Mob!Bucky, fluff, mature themes, flirting, soft!steve, violence, mention of weapons, organized crime, eventual smut (dom!reader x sub!steve, mommy kink, specific warnings in each part).

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Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12

DRABBLES

steve gets protective during a meeting