The Boston Brute Series: Pt. 12 - Welcome To Sudbury (dual Pov)

the boston brute series: pt. 12 - welcome to sudbury (dual pov)

The Boston Brute Series: Part 12 - Welcome To Sudbury (Dual POV)

Pairing: NHL!Chris Evans x Athletic Trainer!Reader (female character)

Summary: When you graduated from Northeastern University, you had your sights set on the West Coast. And then you were offered a position with the Boston Bruins Athletic Training Department. And then you met Chris. A 6′3″, ruggedly handsome hockey player dead set on making your life a living hell by pushing every button and getting on every nerve. Despite your obvious disdain for each other and the ‘No Fraternization’ clause in your employee contract, you’re drawn together in a passionate, fiery love affair that seems to burn everything in its wake.

Warnings: Crude language. Chris’s asshole father mentioned, parental abuse mentioned. There’s a police officer in this fic, too lol. Idk if that’s a trigger, but just to be safe. Lots of fluff and soft Chris. Please do not read this series if you are not a fan of asshole Chris or fics with a lot of angst. As always, let me know if I missed anything!

W/C: 9.3k

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All players and scenarios are made up completely. This story does not reflect things that actually happen in the NHL or with its players. Additionally, I talk about Chris’s family in this fic. Again, work of fiction and is no reflection of his parents or grandparents in real life.

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Chris POV

Chris’s grip on the steering wheel tightened every time he drove past a mile marker, signaling you guys were one mile closer to Sudbury. His knuckles were way past the point of turning white and his fingers started to ache from the hold he had. 

He’d kept the itinerary to himself for almost the entire drive, finally passing it over when you’d asked what the plans were and for some reason, he was more worried about your reaction to a meticulously planned out Christmas than facing his family. 

His stomach turned when your eyes widened. 

“There’s an itinerary?” You asked, looking over at him with raised eyebrows. If he wasn’t so fucking nervous about how this weekend was going to go, he might’ve given himself a second to appreciate just how much he loved the way your feelings were so easily displayed through your expressions. 

Christmas had always been a big deal to Lisa and he’d mentioned it in passing a few times, but Chris failed to inform you just how seriously she took it. Itinerary and all. 

Your eyes narrowed at Chris. “Did you wait until we got on the road to tell me so I wouldn’t back out?” 

His eyes flickered from you to the road nervously, trying to gauge your reaction. Busted. He should’ve known better. “No…” He lied, his voice unconvincing, even to himself. 

“Christopher!” You scoffed, shaking your head. “I can’t believe you.” 

He could tell by your tone that you were teasing and not actually upset with him, but he still felt bad. You told him you didn’t celebrate Christmas and that this would be the first time you’d spent any sort of holiday around a family and here he was basically throwing you to the wolves. 

Chris reached over and squeezed your thigh gently. “It’ll be fun, I promise.” He peeked over at you, smiling at the fake grin you had on your face. You were trying so hard not to show him just how worried you were because you also knew how worried he was about being around his family. 

Which was stupid. 

It’s his family. 

He can spend a few days with his family. No big deal. 

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

This series is complete.

A Professor Steve Rogers fic!

This is mostly fluffy and soft. Not your typical student /teacher AU.

the boston brute series: pt. 13 - bye, princess (dual pov)

The Boston Brute Series: Part 13 - Bye, Princess (Dual POV)

Pairing: NHL!Chris Evans x Athletic Trainer!Reader (female character)

Summary: When you graduated from Northeastern University, you had your sights set on the West Coast. And then you were offered a position with the Boston Bruins Athletic Training Department. And then you met Chris. A 6′3″, ruggedly handsome hockey player dead set on making your life a living hell by pushing every button and getting on every nerve. Despite your obvious disdain for each other and the ‘No Fraternization’ clause in your employee contract, you’re drawn together in a passionate, fiery love affair that seems to burn everything in its wake.

Warnings: Crude language. Lots and lots of angst. Crying. Brief smut, but nothing like graphic. Parental death mentioned. Please do not read this series if you are not a fan of asshole Chris or fics with a lot of angst. As always, let me know if I missed anything!

W/C: 9.3k

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All players and scenarios are made up completely. This story does not reflect things that actually happen in the NHL or with its players. Additionally, I talk about Chris’s family in this fic. Again, work of fiction and is no reflection of his parents or grandparents in real life.

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*immediately following part 12*

Reader POV

“Y/N,” Chris called out to you gently, his voice slightly muffled by the hand pressed against his mouth, eyes filled with concern. The nausea you felt rolling through your stomach was clearly visible on your face. “Come sit.” 

You nodded, swallowing again. Water. You needed water. 

With shaky legs, you walked over and took a seat in the chair next to Chris. 

Fuck. They know. 

Terry sighed, shaking his head. “Who wants to go first?” He smacked a tabloid magazine down on the desk in front of you. 

You eyed the magazine, then glanced at Chris, his expression unreadable. “Sorry?” You asked, turning your attention back to a very red-faced and frustrated man. 

Terry pinched the bridge of his nose, sitting back in the chair. “I don’t have the patience for playing stupid.” 

“I can’t play stupid if I don’t know what this is in reference to.” You responded, clearing your throat when your voice had a little more edge than you’d intended. Now probably wasn’t the time to lash out. 

Chris jerked his chin towards the desk. “Look at the cover, Princess.” 

Your pulse raced as you tentatively leaned forward. 

What the fuck?

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CHRIS EVANS as STEVE ROGERS AVENGERS: INFINITY WAR (2018) dir. Anthony & Joe Russo

Madam President - Steve Rogers x Fem!President!Reader

Summary: After a serious threat against the president’s life, the Avengers have to stand in as her bodyguards.

Warnings: idk gunfire and action stuff, betrayal ?

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“There is now a serious threat against the President’s life.”

The Avengers went silent at Fury’s words. They were previously not paying much attention, or talking amongst themselves, but as soon as the words left Director Fury’s mouth, they all shut up and paid full attention.

“President Y/n?” Peter Parker piped up. “But - but she’s amazing! She’s the best president we’ve had yet!”

“Yeah, she was super supportive with abolishing the Accords,” Sam Wilson put in.

“Yeah, well that’s why an organisation called Viper doesn’t like her,” Fury stated.

A few of the Avengers groaned, and Steve heard Tony mutter something about the threat at least not being Hydra this time.

“So what are we doing about that?” Clint asked. “What’s our play?”

“Well, seeing as you’re all – well, most of you are – the most capable people on the planet, you’ll be acting as her bodyguards.”

Steve’s phone vibrated and he glanced down to see a text from Tony to the Avengers group chat.

Tony: most of us?? I already know that was aimed at me

Tony: rude pirate

Steve rolled his eyes at the text message, and had to agree with the one that Natasha sent right after.

Natasha: As if he would let you anywhere near the President. You’d say something rude and tarnish the reputation of the Avengers

Tony: I would never tarnish anything. I’m perfect

Steve quickly typed a message to the chat.

Steve: You should be paying attention.

Tony’s message came through almost instantly.

Tony: So should you

Tony: Party pooper.

“So, you’ll take turns being her bodyguard,” Fury said. “Romanoff, Rogers, Barton, Wilson, Barnes, and Maximoff, you five have a meeting with her head of security tomorrow in D.C. I expect all of you to be there on time. The rest of you need to find this organisation and take it down.”

The director spoke a bit more about what was expected before leaving the Avengers to their own devices. Steve got up to start packing for the trip to Washington D.C. He was actually pretty excited to meet the president seeing as Peter had told Steve a lot about her; about how she passed the bill making same sex marriage legal in every state, and how she fought for rights for pretty much every community.

There was a knock on Steve’s door, and he opened it to reveal Bucky.

“Hey, Buck,” Steve said. “What’s up?”

Bucky was silent for a moment before speaking.

“Do you… do you think I’m ready?” he asked.

Steve knew what this was about. Bucky had been in therapy for the past year and a half, but hadn’t gone on any important missions. Such as this mission, to protect the President.

“I definitely think so, Buck,” Steve said confidently. “The words don’t trigger you anymore, and you’re a great soldier. I think you’ll do great.”

A small smile graced the soldier’s features, and Steve smiled back at him.

Soon enough, the six Avengers got on the quinjet and started their journey from upstate New York to Washington D.C. They had all checked to make sure they had the appropriate weapons before they’d left. Sam had the Captain America shield, while Steve had a blue and silver one that T’Challa had given him. The flight was a quick one, and eventually the four men and two women had entered the White House (after quite a few security checks).

“Just through here,” one of the security guards said, leading Steve and the team through the hallway.

Steve made sure Sam entered first, closely followed by Natasha, then Wanda. Clint went in next, leaving Steve to enter second-to-last, leaving Bucky at the rear.

Steve had been in the President’s office a couple of times before to discuss world-threatening topics with previous presidents, but Steve had to admit that the president currently walking over to greet them was by far the most beautiful he’d ever seen. 

She had h/l, h/c hair, and she stood with an air that demanded respect. She walked over to the Avengers and Steve saw that her eyes were a stunning shade of e/c.

“Captain America,” she said, shaking Sam’s hand.

“Madam President,” Sam replied with a grin.

The president proceeded to shake each Avenger’s hand. Wanda seemed the most nervous, but the president gave her a big smile, and even complimented her fighting abilities. Wanda smiled bashfully at the president, and the president continued shaking hands, all the way to Steve.

“Captain,” she said, reaching out to shake his hand.

Steve grabbed her hand and shook, giving her a smile. Her hand was so small in his, and he was careful not to squeeze too hard.

“I just go by Steve these days,” Steve said.

The president smiled at him before going to shake Bucky’s hand.

“Sergeant Barnes,” she said with a smile.

Bucky nervously shook her hand, and the president let go before returning to her desk. She motioned for everyone to take a seat and Steve took the first seat, and the others followed his lead.

“So,” the president said. “This organisation  – Viper  – doesn’t like me in power, and wants to kill me, right? And you’re going to be my bodyguards until the other Avengers take down the organisation?”

She said it calmly enough to shock some of the Avengers, but they all nodded, confirming the information. The president shuffled some papers around on her desk before finding the right ones and pushing them across the desk. Steve watched her every movement closely, seemingly entranced by everything she said and did.

“Agent Smith can show you everything,” the president said, gesturing to one of her guards.

The guard looked slightly nervous, but that could be expected if you were showing your security plans to the Avengers. But as the bodyguard got closer to the president, Steve was sure it was something else. A quick glance at Natasha was enough to have the widow attacking the guard, planting his face into the desk and holding his arms behind his back.

“What is the meaning of this?” the president demanded, jumping back from the desk.

“You were paid by Viper to kill the president,” Wanda said, her eyes glowing red.

“I wasn’t going to, I wasn’t going to, I swear!” the guard cried.

The president watched everything unfold with disbelief written on her face. The other bodyguards looked at the one Natasha had in a hold in shock.

“It wasn’t just me!” the guard cried. “It was Williams too!”

Steve acted within a split second. He leapt over the desk and pulled the president down as Williams pulled out his gun and shot at her. The bullet pinged over their heads, and glass shattered. Steve protected the president from the rain of glass, and there was a grunt as one of the other Avengers took care of Williams. 

Steve looked down at the president who was on the floor, looking slightly dazed.

“Apologies, Madam President,” Steve said sheepishly, helping her stand up.

“No, thank you,” she said, straightening herself. “And you can call me Y/n. All of you can.”

“We’re going to need to interrogate every member of your personal guard,” Natasha said.

Y/n nodded, waving her hand in a gesture that said ‘go ahead’. She then rubbed her temples and sighed.

“Well, this is definitely what one would call an eventful day at work.”

Quite a few hours later, Steve, Wanda, Bucky, and Clint were in a very lavish hotel close to the White House. They had made sure that all of their beds were in the same room, just in case someone decided to come in and assassinate one of them. Natasha and Sam were with the president, making sure that she was safe. 

Wanda was watching sitcoms with Bucky and Clint, while Steve sat out, still thinking about the president. Thinking about the way she walked, the way she talked, the way she held herself. Just everything about her seemed to call to Steve.

“What’re you thinking about?” Bucky asked.

Steve only then realised that the tv had been paused, and the other three were looking at him curiously.

“The president,” Steve said, trying to sound professional.

“Really?” Clint asked. “C’mon, we get a little bit of a break, man!”

“He’s not thinking about her like that,” Wanda said with a small grin.

The other two looked at her in confusion before realisation dawned on their faces. They both looked at Steve with appreciative grins, and Steve just glared at Wanda.

“Sorry,” the witch said, not sounding very apologetic at all.

“Steve and the president,” Bucky said. “Y’know, I remember telling you once that you should aim high. Guess it stuck.”

Steve rolled his eyes and groaned.

“I just think she’s pretty,” Steve mumbled.

“And kind, and respectable, and-”

“Wanda,” Steve warned.

The girl just grinned again before pressing play and continuing watching her sitcom. Everyone’s phones vibrated, and everyone checked the message quickly, only to realise it came through the Avengers group chat.

Tony: Heard it was an eventful day today

That was Tony’s way of asking if everyone was okay. He would never out-right ask the question, but he’d get the conversation started.

“Dibs not responding,” Wanda said, leaning back on the couch, her eyes on the tv.

Steve saw that Clint was already texting, so he decided to let Clint reply.

Clint: President nearly got shot, but Steve saved her

Clint: Also two of her guards were paid by Viper to kill her

Tony: She’s got it rough

Natasha: Oh yeah, and Steve definitely has a crush on her

Steve was horrified for two reasons. Reason number one: Natasha was supposed to be looking after the president, and she was on her phone. Reason number two: Natasha had just exposed him to all of his friends.

Steve: Aren’t you supposed to be looking after the president??

Tony: Not denying it?

Tony: Honestly, I see it

Tony: The old Cap with the president. Very patriotic

Natasha: I see it too

Natasha: And Steve I am taking care of her. We’re in the same room right now. Sam won’t touch his phone, and we’ve scouted the area. I think she’ll be okay for the five seconds it takes to speech-to-text this message

Natasha: Just kidding, it’s not speech-to-text 

Steve decided to just turn his phone off rather than endure everyone’s teasing. The three people in the room were already grinning and giggling, and Steve rolled his eyes before using the tired excuse.

A few weeks later, Steve and Bucky took the morning shift of taking care of the president. The Avengers had stayed the past few weeks in Washington. The president was very nice, and the Avengers had grown fond of her.

Steve and Bucky arrived at the White house to see her already in her office. As soon as the two super soldiers arrived, they took guard at the door to the president’s office.

“You guys can sit down, you know,” Y/n said. “Standing up all day can’t be comfortable, and I’m sure it’s tiring.”

Steve and Bucky glanced at each other before cautiously sitting down on couches opposite each other. Bucky kept an eye on the door, and Steve kept an eye on the president. She worked away on her laptop, occasionally looking at the papers on her desk. She looked at her watch a few times, and at ten thirty, a representative walked through the doors.

Natasha had already sent the group the president’s schedule for the week, so it wasn’t a surprise for the two soldiers. The representative on the other hand, looked shocked to see two war heroes in the president’s office.

“You - you didn’t tell me that they would be here,” the representative said nervously.

“Does it matter?” Y/n asked cautiously.

The representative hesitated before shaking his head quickly.

“No, no. Of - of course not,” he got out.

Steve and Bucky looked at each other. The man seemed suspicious. The two soldiers stood up and the representative took a few steps back.

“Badge,” Bucky said, holding a hand out.

The representative blinked.

“I - why do I need to prove my identity?” he inquired, gaining some amount of confidence. “I’ve been coming in for the past two months.”

“A representative has been, yes,” Bucky said, “but not you.”

Bucky punched the man in the face, and the digital mask slipped off to reveal someone who was most definitely an intruder. There was a loud boom and the building shook. Steve rushed over to the president as debris rained down.

“Ma’am, we have to get out of here,” Steve said.

“I-”

The president was cut off as gunfire tore through the room, and several agents entered the office. Steve pushed her behind the desk and quickly followed. He peeked up and threw the shield, knocking out three guys before it came rushing back. Gunfire sounded from beside him, and he looked over to see Y/n holding two handguns and shooting into the fray. After Steve’s initial shock he jumped back into action, taking down the rest of the agents. The doors burst open again and Steve readied for another attack, but it was just the rest of the Avengers in Washington.

“We found Viper,” Natasha said. “We got most of them, but a few got a away.”

“Yeah, we got ‘em,” Bucky said, rolling his shoulders.

“So… that’s it?” Y/n asked, putting her guns aside. “That’s the end of viper?”

“Yes ma’am,” Natasha said with a nod.

Steve expected the president to be happy that the threat against her life was over, but she gave the Avengers a bittersweet smile.

“Well, I hope to see you all again,” she said sadly.

“We’ll keep in touch,” Steve said quickly.

Y/n smiled at him brightly. After a few more words the Avengers left, and eventually they were on the quinjet, heading back to New York. A message pinged on Steve’s phone, and he looked at the screen.

Madam President: I hope you meant it when you said you’d keep in touch.

Steve had to fight a smile as he typed his response.

Steve: I definitely did mean it, ma’am