The Last Breath || Steve Rogers X Reader

The Last Breath || Steve Rogers x reader

Summary: Fight against Thanos takes a dramatic turn.

Warnings: Major character’s death, overall sadness.

Words: 1600

Request by: @herdofsambars

Authors: Rouge & Cass

Everything was incredibly still.

The pain that once burned like fire had faded away to an icy numbness. You didn’t pay attention to it anymore. You were running through the jungle, just to find Steve. You had to find Steve. It was your target.

And when you saw him getting injured by Thanos who was laughing at his own actions, you felt like your soul has split.

There was something in that shout, a pain behind it. You simply watched. You watched Steve’s eyes. Then you knew that the anger was nothing but a shield for pain, like a cornered soldier randomly throwing out grenades, scared for his life, lonely, desperate. You breathed in real, looking Thanos straight in the eye, and when he dissapeared, you approached Steve slowly, sanking on your knees right next to him.

Steve looked at you trying to force a comforting smile, he already knew what was coming.

He lowered his glance and looked at the bloody spot right in the middle of a place where a silver star from his uniform used to be.

“It will be okay,” he tried his best to assure you but was there really a point?

He could feel every inch of his body screaming from pain, his breath was getting rapid and the wound was bleeding heavily, staining his uniform.

Was it really his end? Steve could feel how his body began to give up and he slumped completely on the ground, grabbing your arm tightly, he could feel the panic rising in his mind. Right now, the brave Captain America was gone, there was only Steve Rogers, just a scared boy from Brooklyn.

“Crystal…,” he breathed out.

You inhaled a trembling breath, sweat accumulating on your skin, an icy cold.

“Yes? Yes, Steven?” You asked, barely moving your lips.

You reached out and touched his cheek.

Steve was getting pale slowly and you did anything you could to hold your tears back.

‘It’s… It’s getting so cold, why..?“ Steve mumbled. Even talking was getting harder, he tried to desperately squeeze your arm harder in a quiet scream for help but all he could do was to twitch his fingers, he was losing control, and this was sending even bigger waves of fear through his already weak body.

Steve tried to move, grasping onto remained vestiges of his strengths, he could simply feel how gravitation was pulling him toward the ground and he could do nothing about this.

Stain on his uniform was only getting bigger and bigger, it was already reaching his stomach and blood didn’t stop pouring out of the wound.

"Crystal… Please… Do something! Save me… I don’t wanna vanish…” Steve thought that he was screaming but in fact, it was nothing more than a pathetic whimper of a person that was looking for a salvation.

Just like those clouds above, your insides were in a chaos. A mess. Something was bothering you. Something was hurting you. Something ached inside you. Something felt so wrong, so invalid but you couldn’t tell what. You tried to pin point the cause for this unexplained pain but failed. You tried to reason this unbearable burning but didn’t find any. Everything felt so confused, just like a jumbled set of a puzzle.

And then you realized. Previously unspoken fear has torn your insides apart, from mind to soul.

Steve was dying and there was nothing you could have done to help him, to save his life like he’s done many times for you.

“Breathe…,” you whispered, leaning over him, “I’m with you, you’re not alone… I’m with you till the end of the line.”

“Crystal… Crystal, please, help me… I can’t feel my legs. Why my chest… Why is it so heavy?” Steve asked with a quiet whimper.

With every minute Steve felt like strength was draining out of him, he couldn’t move, he was cold, and every breath was painfully hard to take.

He wasn’t ready to go, he didn’t want to go.

He was Captain America himself but on the other hand maybe it was a good thing.

Steve was fighting through his whole life. Maybe it was a good time to give up? With these thoughts, Steve calmed down and embraced the fact that he was drifting away into the darkness. This was his real salvation, no more fighting nor saving the world.

He smiled at you weakly while his eyes filled with tears. “Is this the end Crystal, right? Do you think they all are waiting for me? All of my friends? Mom and dad? Peggy?”

You simply sobbed into his chest unceasingly, hands clutching at his uniform covered in dirt, blood and dust.

Steve held you in silence, rocking you a bit as your tears soaked his chest. A tiny lapse let you pull away, blinking lashes heavy with tears, before you collapsed again, your howls of misery worsening. The pain must have come in waves, minutes of sobbing broken apart by short pauses for recovering breaths, before hurling you back into the outstretched arms of his grief.

“Don’t leave me, Steve. Just hold on, I will get help for you, just wait for me, and don’t close your eyes. We will pull you out of this, okay? Just don’t you dare to close your eyes, Rogers!” Your grief has turned into a panic mixed with dose of helplessness.

You looked around, trying to figure out where you could have started with looking for other team members but you were too afraid to leave Steve alone.

Steve took your cheeks into his hands, looking you right in the eyes. “Crystal, it’s over, I can’t fight anymore. I’m afraid this is the end,” he said quietly and pressed his lips to yours. It was his goodbye to you, the death was slowly coming to harvest his soul.

Was he scared? He couldn’t tell, he was truly scared of what was coming but at the same time, he felt happy. Steve was going into a better place, where everyone was awaiting him.

His hand slipped into your palm. “Crystal, please. Be brave and don’t cry. I had a wonderful life here, I couldn’t ask for more. Finish what we all have started,” Steve smiled at you slightly as his eyelids became heavier. He started to slowly drifting away, and at this point no one could stop it.

You became quiet, yet you have wanted to scream and shout all these emotions out of you, it would be easier that way. Unfortunately, your throat was swollen, so you couldn’t even properly breathe.

You laid next to him, nuzzling into his neck, trying to be as close as it was possible.

“I’m sorry, for all I’ve done, for how awful person I was many times, for all the moments when I disobeyed you…,” you were counting quietly. “I’m sorry that I couldn’t have saved you, Steve… Forgive me, my love…”

You pulled up a bit to reach his pale lips. You pressed yours to his for the very last time, letting the tears roll down your cheeks.

*********

Steve felt weird, he expected to see nothing but darkness, instead he felt the warmth.

He looked down at his body, inspecting every little inch; his uniform, blood and whole suffering were gone.

The place was warm and oddly familiar, Steve looked around and then recognized it. It was one of those places where young soldiers used to hang out before they were sent on the front.

“Excuse me, handsome,” he heard a voice and felt like someone grabbed his palm. “I believe you promised me a dance, sir.”

Steve turned his head only to see Peggy smiling at him.

He gladly returned the smile. “I believe so, too,” Steve answered and followed Peggy on a dance floor.

Steve wrapped his arms around her waist while she wrapped hers around his neck. “You did a great job, soldier but the war is over now, Steve. No more fighting, no more suffering,” Peggy whispered and gently caressed his cheek.

“I know,” Steve nodded and smiled.

*********

The sun shone brilliantly and the virescent colour of the spring day under it’s glare was offensively bright and cheerful. It was as if they conspired to show you how the world would go on without Steve. It shouldn’t. Everything should be as grey and foggy as my emotions, it should be cold and damp with silent air. But the birds still sang and the flowers still bloomed. You walked through the churchyard like a silhouette of yourself, wishing you really were as insubstantial as the shadows so that your insides might not feel so mangled.

The battle against Thanos was lost. Not many of your colleagues have survived.

But now, all of you met up again, at the funeral of Captain America. And you were the one to make a speech.

“I could write a million letters, each one the same as the last in sentiment and cadence. They stay the same, only the word arrangement changes. It boils down to one thing, we all miss you…,” you said, trying to keep your head straight, “You should be here. Ultimately, no one knows if that is selfish or not and even if it is, to hell with the rest of the world and their opinions. You should be here. I miss you. Your pretty blue eyes, beautiful smile, wily heart, torn mind, and kind, tortured soul. My heart is missing an integral piece, a part that keeps it from working correctly. I miss you, Steven Grant Rogers. And I do hope you finally found your peace.”

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The Encounter || James Delaney x Reader SMUT

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Summary: James Denaley accidentally meets a young lady in distress. He learns quickly that help might just pay off in a very pleasant way. Voodoo łudu czary mary, Tom wychodzi zza kotary.   

Warnings: Smut

Words: 3683

Authors: Cass & Rouge

James was walking through the city. It was day like every other, streets were full of passers and stalls were full of annoying sellers who were screaming about freshness of their products, when in fact, they were rotten since the day before.

His boots were sinking into a soft ground. It was raining few hours ago, not a surprise that ground on this street changed into mix of mud, shit and dear Lord knows what else.

He turned around to go back home, passing a little, almost claustrophobic alley. After few heavy steps, he heard a scream coming from that exact alley.

"Leave me alone, bloody bastards!" You were screaming as loudly as you could.

Two huge men were holding you by forearms, twisting them back in an attempt to have you obeying their orders.

You spat at one of the men. "I'll never be yours, airhead!"

Why would he even react to that? It was none on his business. Just another whore simply getting into troubles because of her too welcoming cunt, James thought. "Ah fuck it," he muttered deeply and decided to help this poor damsel in distress.

"Ey, you two! Don't you have better things to do? You need to assail this poor woman?," he growled. One of blocks threw him a mean glance, laughing briefly before answering. "Is this cunt yours? No? So get the fuck out of here, sir!"

Other man grabbed your throat, squeezing it hardly, choking you.

Enough was enough, no one will disrespect him in this way, James muttered in his mind.

Janes punched the closest man right in the face and positioned himself behind the man only to one arm around his neck and other now wielding a knife around his waist. "Ey you!," he growled, "Better listen to me now, friend. You better leave this girl alone or I will gut your friend and force you by myself to pick up his insides and eat them on my own eyes," James warned.

Other block left you alone, tossing you on the sidewalk like a paper bag, then he ran to the stranger and picked his handy knife out of pocket of his coat. "You're dead already!," he yelled loudly, taking an aim.

"Well, then. If you want this so bloody much…," Jamesmurmured and cut open his hostage's stomach before pushing him away. "Now you."

Man stacked the blade of his knife straight into stranger's shoulder. He laughed deeply, some of saliva has dropped onto his collar.

James looked emotionless on a blade stacked in his shoulder and simply pulled a pistol out from under his coat. He shoot man in the head and then looked at corpse and laughed. "Who is the funny fella now, huh?" James shook his head and simply pulled knife out of his shoulder, he tossed it aside and looked at you.

You shivered as you laid on dirty ground. Your long, green dress was covered in mud and dirt, you raised your head, eyes full of tears as you looked stranger in the eyes.

He grabbed your forearm and drugged you up to stand on your own legs. "You okay?,” he asked. His voice was so deep that it almost sounded like a growl.

"Yes, sir," you whispered, trembling.

"Now...," he muttered before dragged you out of the alley. "Now you will go back to your brothel. It should be that way," James pointed into the direction right behind you then he turned around and started walking opposite direction.

"Sir!," you screamed after him. "I am not one of those girls!"

He rolled his eyes and turned back to you. "Then go home, woman,” he growled.

"Sir," you approached him, tugging onto his sleeve. "Please... I don't have a place to go to," You exclaimed. "I owe you a favor."

He frowned, looking down on you. James let out a heavy sigh. "Come on,” he muttered and showed you to follow him.

You whispered quietly and slowly followed him. You tried to not pay attention to other people who were staring at you.

James took you to his house. Yes, it was an odd idea but right then he had no other choice. He knew that your poor, little, sad whimpers would hunt him forever if he would abandon you.

The walk wasn't too long. On the place James opened door for you. "Inside,” he muttered.

You hesitated.

He was a complete stranger to you after all.

After a brief second, you stepped into his house.

"One more second and I would push you in myself. You wanted to go with me, so better don't hesitate now," James muttered taking off his coat and high-hat.

You looked around.

The old house must have been little more than a glorified shed even in its hay day. But now it looked for all the world like a giant had sat on the roof, for it sagged terribly. The windows were gaping holes for the wind to rush in and out through and the door hung on its hinges at a jaunty angle, although now it was really just a frame. It was a rotting heap, bowing down, subservient to the elements.

You bowed a bit. "Thank you for saving my life, sir. Yet, I believe I still don't know your name."

"James," he muttered and walked past you into the living room.  "Brace! Where are you?! I will need your help!," James said loudly, looking around.

An old man walked down the stairs and tilted his head slightly on the side as soon as he spotted you. "Another whore, sir? Just to make sure, I won't get the fire going, sir. We are slowly running out of wood," He said, his voice was firm.

"She is not a whore, Brace," James said, sitting down on a the couch. "This lady is a poor damsel in distress that I saved from rape," James informed, taking off his boots and tossing them thought the door to hallway.  "Please, take her upstair and prepare the bath for her, please. On your way back bring me Brandy and some bandages. My shoulder hurts."

Brace shrugged with a slight roll of his eyes, which didn't get out your attention. "As you wish, sir," Man said as he sent you a fake, polite grin and turned to get upstairs. "Follow me, ma'am."

You picked the hems of your dress and started to climbing up the old stairs.

"I never thought I'd live to see this shit going on around. Rest in peace, Mr Horace Delaney," old man muttered quietly to himself, making the sign of cross over his heart.

"Thank you! And don't forget the Brandy and bandages!," James reminded as he slowly got up and took off his shirt to look at the wound.

Meantime, old man has showed you a room.

There was something in the darkness that was like a promise, like the world before dawn. It was a room as a canvas rather than a finished work of art, and to you, it was all the more exciting. With each movement something new came to your hand, a tiny fragment more of the furniture and antique ornaments took form, as if they were waiting for you to make them real.

"Make yourself comfortable, ma'am. Your bath will be ready soon." Old man smiled emotionless at you and he went to other room.

After, Brace came downstairs again and handled a bottle of brandy and few bandages to James. "Is this necessary, sir? New woman every week? I am afraid I'll get to the point where I won't remember their names," Brace said, crossing arms over his chest. "Your father was leading many sinful ways of riotous behavior, but I believe you wouldn't have to continue all this."

"Like father like son, as they say," young Delaney laughed shortly, it was more a sarcastic laugh. "I will need help with this little thing," James tappet his shoulder. "One of the attackers thought it's a good idea to attack me with a knife."

He looked at Brace. "Oh don't look at me like this. I saved her life, I wanted to be a good man for once and you still have problem with me."

"Me having problem?," Brace rolled his eyes again, "Not at all, Mr Delaney."

Man pulled little wooden chair closer to place where James was sitting, he cleaned man's wound carefully. "I have to admit she's beautiful," Brace added casually.

"Maybe. I didn't really look at her to be honest,” James shrugged softly. "She will stay here at last two day. Later she can go wherever she wants. You are enough to me."

Brace moved a bit away from James. "Sir, I treat you like a son I haven't ever had but sometimes I question myself how is this even possible for me to keep up with you after all this."

"I have no idea but like we both see you do a bloody great job. Let's make it quick. I need to check if she is still alive and we need to feed this poor little bird," he muttered. "I don't really want her to die here after things I had to go through to safe her."

"Only to have someone to accompany you in cold, empty bed, sir?," Brace wiggled his brew.

"First I would have to sleep in bed, Brace," James rolled his eyes and laughed shortly.

James was sitting on the attic reading through some old document and notes. Right then, he was wearing nothing more than his big shirt. Some tattoos on his legs and chest were clearly visible just like bandages on his shoulder. He was deeply focused and the surrounding silence was helping him.

You couldn't sleep. For an hour or two you were beating along the bed.

Finally, you got up and went to bathroom to wash face with cold water.

I was when you saw a dim light on the corridor, and decided to go and check what was the cause of it.

James didn't move, he was too focused to even hear the smallest noise around him. He put away one paper only to take the other one.

You gently knocked in a wall. "Excuse me, can I bother you?"

"Don't you think you bothered me enough today, miss?," he asked. His eyes didn't move even an inch away from the paper he was currently holding in his hand. "What do you want? You should be long time asleep."

"Oh, how I wish to dream again," you whispered quietly and smoothly as you dared to step into the room. "My nightmares are haunting me."

James put away the paper and looked up at you. "And what you expect me to do, miss? Save you like from those man this afternoon?," he asked crossing arms over his cheats.

You rested your hip against old door that were wide open. "No. I just want to thank my savior for his dedication," you said, maybe using a bit too formal tone. "My father, God bless his soul, happened to know your father, sir."

"Well, like a lot of people," man smiled softly. "I just wanted to save your poor little ass from those bad man. I didn't plane to do anything else," James shrugged and watched you carefully, maybe Brace was right after all.  "What's your name, little one?"

"Y/N, sir," you bowed head slightly. "It's a pleasure to meet you," you added out of sudden.

What the fuck are you doing, stupid woman!, you bit your tongue after things you've said a moment before. That man was having a huge impact on you already. Was it a sign?

Your eyes slid along his features.

James let out a short laugh, watching you carefully. Yes, Brace was definitely right, you were indeed beautiful little thing. Maybe somehow you will be his new way to calm himself, to calm his demons and desires. Something was pulling him to you. "Come closer little one," James purred deeply.

You cocked your brow and instead walking to him, you turned around so you were facing him with your back. "I'm afraid I cannot, sir," You whispered lightly, "I am not another whore who'll succumb to your magnetism."

James smiled softly and got up from his chair. "Well, if you don't wanna come to the devil…," he walked closer to you and wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, "Then the devil will come to you, little one," James whispered deeply into your ear.

You bite your lower lip as your body twitched under his touch. You tilted head slightly to look at his face. Yes, he could have been considered as a handsome block, without question.

"Devil? Ha!," you smiled, closing your eyes. "I can't see any devil within this room, sir."

He laughed and sat back on his chair, pulling you on his laps. "Well than you are the first one in this bloody city. You are beautiful you know?," he muttered and nuzzled to your neck.

A cold shiver ran down your spine, you smiled sweetly at him. "Of course I know," you claimed, "There were times I was using it against men," you explained.

You reached out and touched his sharp jawline, your fingertips gently danced along his harsh skin.

"Well, that explains why you get into troubles so easily. Just like today," James murmured before kissing and biting soft skin of your neck.

You smiled proudly and giggle when he placed kiss to your neck. You cupped his face into your hands and simply pulled him into a kiss.

His beard scratched your lips and chin, yet you hummed passionately in the kiss.

James growled loudly into the kiss, he kissed you back. His hand moved to back of your neck to keep you in place, while deepening the kiss.

You broke the kiss to throw head back, gasping for air. Then you looked him in the eye, licking your lips.

Oh, he was so handsome. Smelt like a cigars and strong alcohol.

Though his lips were pretty, it was the feel of them that sent your mind into a sensual state of intoxication. That's why you reached toward man's face and touched them lightly before the urge to kiss him took over control.

"I think we’re gonna have some fun, little one," he said before kissing you deeply again. His hands reached behind you to grab the hem of your dress and simply ripped your dress in two parts.

You moaned loudly and blushed when your ripped dress fell on the floor.

He exposed you so easily. And the worst thing was you liked it.

You got up from his laps only to present yourself to him. Your glance feel on a wide bed with four wooden pillars.

You walked to it, the sweet swing in your hips. You turned around when you reached it and bend over the mattress.

He smiled and followed you. He walked behind you and gently traced your back with his big hands, letting out few quiet growls.

James took off his shirt and throw it across the room. He wrapped one arm around your stomach and pulled you closer, pressing your back against his cheats. You could feel his hard cock pressed against your loves back.

You smiled lovingly, letting out a soft groan. You reached behind, giving his cock few strokes.

"So it's easy to get you horny, sir," you turned your head to kiss him again.

His colossal, rough hands moved to your clit to give you a quick rub then his fingers moved even lover to your center. "I would say the same about you, little one."

You made yourself comfortable in his arms, resting your back against his chest. "I love your tattoos," you whispered, rising your chin up to kiss his jawline. "You're so manly."

He muttered in agreement, not really focused on your words but on your body.

James sighed against your shoulder and kissed it before slowly slipping two of his big finger inside you. His other hand wrapped around your neck. He was moving his finger in and out, gently squeezing your throat from time to time. He was doing this for a longer time before removing his fingers. "I think you are ready," James purred into your ear before slamming his whole cock into you, without any warning.

You were slowly rocking hips while he was fingering your cunt. You moaned lovingly when he slammed himself right into your core.

"Dear God...," you grunted, reaching hand behind you to grab his neck. "That feels so amazing!"

You rest all of your body against him, letting man take all of the control over you.

James smiled wryly and used his full strength to pin you down to mattress. He was thrusting deep and hard into you, kiss every inch of your skin that he could reach.

The speed and force of his thrust soon become merciless. In that moment one of his hands traveled between your legs. He decided to fill your pussy even more by pushing one of his fingers inside of you.

"Oh my Lord, oh my Lord...," you were a whimpering mess at that point.

He was stretching your inner walls oh so nicely, sending wonderful shivers all over your tensed body.

"Let me take care of you, sir...," you managed to whisper as you squeezed your own breasts.

"You are taking care of me now, little one," James purred into your ear. "You take care of me by taking my cock so well. Your cunt feel so nice around me, this is all I need," he added another finger into you and his thumb started to rub circles on your clit. “You’re gonna make me cum, Y/N. You know that, right? I’m gonna fill you up, little one,” James growled deeply against your shoulder.

You closed your eyes, focusing only on blissful pain in your dripping core. You grabbed sheets tightly, biting your lips until you felt a metallic taste of blood. "I wanna be on top when this will happen, sir!," you turned head to look at him briefly.

James laughed softly. "If you will be a good girl and tell me when you are close. We will see what we can do about your little wish."

You let the man fuck you senseless. You were slowly becoming a moaning mess, whimpering loudly at each of his thrusts. "I will come, fuck!," you cursed.

"Such a beautiful girl too bad you have filthy mouth," he muttered and flipped you both so you were on top of him like you wished.

You moved up a bit and slipped hand between two of you to slipped his cock deeper into your cunt. Your hands rested on his tattooed chest as you started bouncing on him.

He smiled at you, watching your beauty on top of him. Indeed, the most beautiful view on Earth. James propped himself on his arm, to watch you even closer. He planted few kisses to your chest.

You pushed him back on the bed, starting to move faster and harder. You rocked your hips back and forth, letting him deep inside of you.

He licked his lips and put his hands on your hips, holding them tightly. His grip was strong enough to leave bruises on your soft skin.

"Oh Lord, James...," you whispered, slowing your movements down and kissing all over his chest.

He grabbed your cheek and pulled you into aggressive kiss as he started thrusting into you. "Come on, cum for me," man whispered against your lips

You bit his lips until you felt his blood, you grinned at him and got a rough pace again, going up and down his trembling cock. "I'm cumming!," you moaned loudly, cupping your breasts as you rode your orgasm off.

His hand moved up your body. "My good girl," James praised you as he started to thrust faster in you.

It didn't take him long before he cum. James held your hips tightly as he pushed himself as deep in you as it was possible, filling you up nicely.

You trembled, breathing shakily, your body was tensed and covered in sweat, your cunt was clenching rhythmically around James' cock. You threw head back and licked your lips as you rode his cock further. "You're truly a devil, sir."

"I told you," James whispered before removing himself from you. James wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer to himself. "I think now we should rest now," he said before nuzzling to your warm body, it was nice and new feeling for him.

At morning James got up first. He put on some pants and walked downstairs. "Brace. Awake already?," he asked with fake shock.

"It was hard to sleep during night, sir," Brace threw James a mean glance as he poured hot water into cups, making a tea. "I decided I won't lose my time for something as unnecessary as sleep. I cleaned basement."

"Hard to sleep? I wonder why? It was such a nice night. Even our lady didn't have any problems with sleep," James laughed softly. "Since we talk about her, this little bird stays here," he informed casually.

Brace put the kettle on the table with loud noise. "Dear Lord, James! Another lady will be calling me her servant? I am sorry, sir, but it frustrates me. Like it wouldn't be enough to have myself on your service," man said simply, scratching his head. "And I am sure she didn't have problems with sleep because you have had her tired!"

James smiled and patted Brace's back. "No, she won't call you her served. She still call you master? Or something, I hope you are happy that you will have some apprentice."

Brace was about to comment something but in the end he bit his tongue and remained silent. "What are we going to do now?"

Delaney shrugged.

"I will go wake her up in a nice way. Then, we will see," James and rubbed over his beard

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Abandoned House || Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Steve takes you to an abandoned house during Halloween night for a ‘date’. What happens there is hard for you to believe…

Warnings: none

Words: 1037

Author: Rouge

A/N: this little oneshot was written for @loki-the-fox writing challenge. Thank you for the opportunity ☺

Against the dark night sky all Steve could see was the crumbling walls that were nothing more than a ghostly silhouette of some previous existence. The wind whistled through the trees.

”Did you hear that? Let’s go see what that was,” he offered, glaring at you above his shoulder.

You shuddered as you pulled your coat tighter around your waist.

The fading of the sunlight had also meant the fading of the heat. Wintry air swirled around both of you, taking every lick of warmth it could.

“I am not sure, Steve, I don’t feel good here,” you claimed quietly, tucking your chin downward into your pullover.

“Shush,” he put his finger to his lips, humming softly. “I’m here with ya. You’re gonna be alright, come on,” Steve reached his hand out to you, a little smile appeared on his bearded face.

You sighed loudly but took a hold of his palm and let him to lead you in. You didn’t like the idea at all but you loved Steve and it was cute from his side that he was trying so hard to impress you. The idea of a trip to an abandoned house during Halloween night was, however, not your thing. You’ve agreed on his idea mostly because you didn’t want to make him sad. You knew that he put a lot of effort to prepare something. Besides, it was something new. You trusted him fully, in the end he was your boyfriend. Part of you still was afraid of what was about to come but you took a deep breath and followed him inside.

Both of you were exploring the house for almost an hour.

Dust was over every surface like dirty snow.

Thankfully, Steve has taken the flashlight with him so you didn’t have to blunder through the complete darkness.

The floors had been a highly polished parquet, individual blocks lovingly placed and sanded to a smooth finish before the varnish was brushed on with fine bristles. The walls stood firm, the window frames strong, glass triple glazed and whole. All in all, it looked like a movie-set, a place waiting for life to come. The only give-away was the odour, well, that and the dust. It was musty and dry, but nothing opening the doors and windows couldn't solve.

You both passed by cracked windows and mouldy, browned wooden walls with water stains painting as scars upon skin. You and Steve stopped when you came to a collapsed doorway. Wooden planks barred you from entering, still there from when the northern side of the house had fallen on itself.

You approached, peering through the slats, the light streaming in. It looked just like the rest: quaint in size, aging, and creepy. But what was ‘abnormal’, there was a little table in the middle of the room with a tiny ornate music box on its counter.

You glared back at Steve and he nodded softly, moving beam a bit to wider the slat for you to slither in. “Don’t hesitate, Y/N. It’s safe to get in, I guarantee,” man assured you softly.

With a quiet whimper you got into the room and waited politely at Steve to join you.

As he did, you both heard some not nice cracking a floor above and you held your breath back.

“What was that, Steve?” You whispered, instinctively grabbing a hem of his flannel shirt, tugging on it and pulling closer to him.

“Shush, Y/N. The house is old, it’s going rotten everywhere. It was just a wood, shush,” he explained calmly, stroking over your shoulder.

You mumbled something under your breath and you simply nuzzled to his wide chest, you shivered as you did.

“Hmmm? What’s that, Y/N? Don’t be afraid, it’s okay, I’m here. I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”

You could feel Steve smiling and you relaxed in his string arms a bit. Indeed, you felt securely when he was right next to you.

You glanced back at the music box.

“How is it not devastated like rest of the house? Only the music box is in a good condition. Interesting…” You muttered rubbing your chin with a thumb.

Steve let you out of his arms and gently pushed you ahead. “Instead of talking, go and check why is that,” Steve suggested lightly and you frowned a bit.

Was it some kind of a trap?

You looked around the room in an attempt to look for any hidden camera but there was nothing.

As slowly as it was possible, you approached the old table and took the music box in your hands. You turned around to Steve, and within a second he was standing in front of you. Rogers took the box out of your hands and looked down at you as he was towering over your figure.

“Steve…?” You asked, cocking brow up and tilting your head a bit. “What’s that, Steve?”

He only smiled at you, showing his beautiful teeth as he went down on his knee slowly, and it was when you simply knew what was about to happen.

“Steve…?” You asked again but he kept smiling only.

Steve opened the box and you saw a beautiful ring with a sapphire. You slowly put your palm to your mouth, you felt like you would collapse.

“Will you marry me, Y/N?” He asked softly.

The air was so brittle it could snap. But you took a step closer to him, nodding. “I do, Steve.” This time you spoke firmly, so sure of your own words. “I do.”

You let him put the ring on your ring finger, and when he stand up again, you simply jumped into his arms. “I love you so fucking much, Rogers,” you whispered between kisses you were placing everywhere you could reach.

He giggled happily, wrapping his muscular arms around your waist and nuzzling his bearded face into your shoulder. “I do love you too, honey-boo,” he claimed. “But, language!” He laughed harder, ruffling your bangs.

“Oh, c’mon, Steve! I’ve used THIS word to emphasise how much I love you, Cap,” you explained yourself and grabbed his palm. “Can we go back home now? I would rather not be killed in some abandoned house.”

The Blizzard || Steve Rogers x Reader Oneshot

Summary: Steve and Y/N are married and they deal with Steve’s PTSD. Steve, after snap of Thanos' fingers, has gotten it again but this time it hit him harder. In the winter scenery , reader does her best to calm her man down.

Warnings: none

Words: 1088

Request by: @porgswillrullgalaxymotherfucker

Authors: Rouge

In the blizzard there was no way to know which direction to go, the usual landmarks were hidden behind the white that swirled so densely.

You could feel you blood cool and your skin become icy. They shouldn't have come, not in this weather, but there was no other choice, Steve’s PTSD caught him harder than ever before.

Steve has always loved the flowers and the birds, loved the sunlight and the clouds that drift by. He has always loved the way the leaves move in a breeze and that soft whispering sound they make, like nature loves to chatter too. Yet the tiredness that begun a while ago remained like a veil over his skin, grey and cold. And as he watched the petals and the twigs that sway outside the window, there was only a creeping sorrow where there should be joy.

You, as Steve’s wife, were trying so hard to help him, yet failed. No doctor nor therapy were successful. Steve’s condition has gotten even worse in past three months.

It was when you’ve made a decision about leaving Washington. You’ve found a cozy cottage house near White Mountains,  New Hampshire. Gladly, Steve agreed on that idea, and soon you both were on your way.

And now, you were finishing a dinner, while Steve was laying on the couch, reading some book that you’ve discovered on the shelf in the little living room.

When you set everything on the table, you looked at Steve, smiling gently at him. “Darling, dinner’s ready.”

His eyes met yours, he simply nodded and closed the book, leaving it on the couch as he got up and took a seat at the opposite side of the table.

You were eating in the silence, from time to time Steve was looking up at you, remaining quiet.

Soon the dinner was finished, and you went to wash the dishes. You were surprised seeing, how Steve joined you in the kitchen and started wiping plates.

“How are you?” You asked slightly.

“It’s better. But I am not sure. Let’s just say it’s okay for now,” he responded, shrugging.

You couldn’t help but giggled loudly. “I just hope this place will help you get your strengths back, Steve,” you looked at him briefly, then focused on the dishes again. “It’s so calm and silent here, isn’t it?”

“Yes, it is, doesn’t it bother you, Y/N?” His voice became softer, Steve leant his hip against the kitchen counter, still wiping plates and putting them to the nearest cabinet.

“Me? No, not at all, actually I needed this after all that urban uproar, you know?” You stated simply.

Steve smirked a bit, and the conversation was over. It was still a good sign that he eventually was talking to you instead of running away…

*****************

It was late in the evening.

Steve looked out of the window at the blizzard. He watched a driveway disappear in the sure knowledge that he'd only have to dig it out again in the morning.

“It’s snowing. Again,” Steve admitted.

You raised your glance to look at him. “Don’t bother with it. We’re in the warm house, there’s nothing bad to happen,” you smiled, but you noticed how his facial expression has changed, so you put a papers you were filling aside and got up to approach him. “Steve… What’s wrong?” You put hand on his muscular shoulder. “Are you feeling fine?”

As soon as you touched him you felt, how tensed his muscles were. He was about having another anxiety attack, you good knew this.

“Hey, handsome, come here,” you slipped your palm to his, tangling your fingers together as you pulled him to the couch.

You sat down, so did he. His steel blue eyes found yours, and the only thing you saw in them was sadness. A huge sadness.

“Steve,” your voice was nothing more but a whisper, “It wasn’t your fault. No one could have saved them. No one,” you claimed.

Steve put his face in his hands, he was sobbing slightly. And suddenly he shouted out loudly: “There are days when my head just doesn't work! I try so hard to focus and it's like trying to run through water. My brain fogs up and thoughts go nowhere at all. Sometimes I think its natures anesthesia, anything to numb the pain, to wipe out the trauma. Then there are the times of clarity, sudden moments when I can see every detail and feel every feeling. The trigger can be anything...,” Steve explained quietly, “And I see those faces over and over again. I could have saved them…,” he was breathing hard, he paled on his face.

You lowered your head. Truth was that you also were having very difficult time lately, but you wanted to stay strong, for him.

“At the start I hoped it was a process to wipe out the bad memories, to stop me reliving them to well-meaning askers. Now I know it's not so simple,” Steve added, looking at you. “I don’t know if I will survive all this, Y/N.”

He laid his back down, placing his head on your lap, and you smiled. You started playing with his bangs, gently scratching his nape with other hand.

Steve closed his eyes and purred lazily. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, Y/N,” man declared openly. “I’d be already gone…”

“Shush, Mr Rogers,” you leant down to place a kiss to kiss forehead.

Steve hummed softly and moved a bit, so his lips met yours as he gave the kiss back. “It’s you who makes me calm everytime,” he opened his eyes, looking up at you.

You chuckled a bit and booped his nose with your index finger. “I’ve told you a thousand times – it’s gonna get better. It just takes time to heal. Like a wound,” you tangled your fingers in his bangs, and Steve reached his hand out to caress your cheek.“You know, I like this cold. Cold is good if you are warm inside, just the same as we love ice in the summer time,” he laughed shortly. “Even on the coldest days of winter the sun is bright in the sky, bringing a bit of joy to my heart. Even now, when we can’t go back to the world that we knew before.”

You smiled. “That’s good, Steve. I’m happy you’re getting better,” you said, looking at the fire that was cracking in the fireplace. “We’ll make through it, I promise.”

And it was still snowing outside.

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Imagine: Cuddling with Phasma during her shift.

-Many years ago, on the Parnassos-

"Why aren't you asleep yet, hmm?" Phasma asked as she looked at you with raised brow. She was sitting on the ground. 

"You know I hate sleeping alone, besides, it’s cold when I sleep alone," you addmited openly. 

"You good know I can't join you now. I have my shift when it comes to guarding," she muttered. 

"Yea, I know. That's why I am here," you smiled softly. "It's cold, you know?" 

Phasma was sitting quietly for a moment, then opened her cape for you and you smirked, quicky slipping under it, letting out a quiet sigh and nuzzling into her side. 

"You know you can't stay here for whole night?" She asked and moved her hand through your hair. 

"Sure I can. I have nice, warm, cozy place and I am safe here, with you,” you replied quietly as a smirk started to fading out of your lips. 

Phasma shook her head. "No. You are not gonna stay here. You need to rest so you could be useful tomorrow, also I want you to stay away no matter what happens. I want you to be safe,” she explained and kissed your forehead, what was really rare for her. 

You purred happily and nodded. "Okay, the kiss has convinced me to your words. Just please, promise me that you will come back to me at morning." Phasma nodded. "I promise you this, Y/N." You kissed her, gently stroking her cheek. "I will be waiting. See you at morning." After these words, you left her alone. You hated lonely nights but well... It was always worth to wait for Phasma.

AUTHOR: Cass

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Allein, allein || Chapter II || Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes is still the Hydra’s asset. He doesn’t remember who he was before. You’re his new handler. How things between two of you are going to turn out?

Chapter: 2 of ?

Warnings: none

Words: 998

Author: Rouge

A/N: continuation of first chapter. Hope you’ll enjoy it. Please stay tuned, the action is under construction ☺

Special Tag: @arawynn

It trailed him, hushed as the night, dancing between the trees as the sunlight flickered. It melted into darkness with the arrival of dusk, until it blended and disappeared against the backdrop of nothingness. But it remained, only neglected. Like the stars during the day – overpowered by the pouring rays of sunlight – but yet still there. As night whisked away it joined him once more, hailing like an old friend. It mirrored his actions, as though looking up to him, surveying and admiring his every move.

The Asset wasn’t yet able to state what was it but he could clearly feel its presence. Something was wrong, he felt it in his bones.

When he got up that day, he was feeling wrecked. He didn’t want to go at the training room. He didn’t want to leave his little cell. But he couldn’t say “no”. He was their tool.

He worked out until his skin took on a glossy shine and the salty drops invaded his eyes. As he kept moving the sweat was a welcome addition, cooling and helping him to feel like he's worked hard. When he stopped doing push-ups, he felt how wet his clothing has become. The sweat trickled down his back, free flowing like condensation on a window pane, it beaded on his forehead and dripped from his chin.

He felt glances on him but he couldn’t figure out, to whom they belonged to.

Meantime, you were standing behind the one-way mirror, observing Barnes carefully,  two agents accompanied you in the room.

“He’s ready,” strong voice whispered straight into your ear.

You didn’t realize that you supervisor has entered the room; he did it so quietly that you almost jumped at the tone of his voice. You felt his breath on your cheek. It smelled like cheese that had been left in the back of a broken refrigerator-- for, say, a month. You stopped yourself from a gag reflex by turning your head slightly aside.

“Mint?” You offered politely, pulling little packing out from pocket of your uniform.

Man had politely declined, and you nodded lightly.

“He’s ready to comply,” the lieutenant repeated. “But his last two performances made us worried. The High Command instructed me to take steps to exterminate this Asset,” man informed casually.

You shrugged, shaking your head. “I don’t think so, comrade lieutenant,” you replied in a deep voice when you heard his last sentence, “He is ready but only partially. We cannot be sure that he won’t betray us.”

Lieutenant threw you a cold glance as he scratched his chin. “Exactly. So, miss Y/N? How long will it take?”

You frowned. “I’m afraid I don’t understand, comrade…”

“I ASKED HOW LONG WILL IT TAKE YOU TO TRAIN HIM, Y/N?” This time man growled, you noticed with the corner of the eye that he clenched hands in fists. “I’m giving you one last chance to rebuilt our faith in this piece of trash. His former handler wasn’t too involved in our requests,and you good know how had he ended.”

“Yes, I know,” you admitted, “But I… I am not sure…” You swallowed hardly before speaking out loudly. “He’s unstable, we all know this.”

You looked through the mirror to watch Barnes doing dead lift with a huge load. You stopped breathing for a second when you realized that Asset was looking straight at you. Moment later, you cooled yourself down – he couldn’t see you through this kind of a mirror. You knew it, yet a strange, unspoken fear remained in the back of your head.

Of course, it didn’t go unnoticed by your supervisor. Older man smirked rudely. “What? Are you afraid of our minion?” He chuckled awfully, and bared his nicotine stained teeth.

You took a quick breath and kept the poker face. “No, comrade. I’m not afraid at all. Give me a week, and I’ll do the most loyal figure of him,” you said, looking at Barnes through the glass, “He won’t try anything ever again, I guarantee,” you added.

Man turned around and was about leaving the room but he stopped next to you to pat your shoulder. “You have one week. Not a minute more.” After these words, man left the room along with two other agents.

You let out a shaky breath, then rubbed your temples to calm yourself down.

You looked at your reflection in the one-way mirror, and left the room quickly, heading straight to the gym.

The Asset was now working with a punching bag.

You frowned as you noticed some blood on his knuckles. “Enough,” you said loudly.

He gave you a brief look but he didn’t stop. He was still slamming into the punching bag.

“ENOUGH, ASSET!” You yelled loudly.

He stopped, leaning his forehead against the ratty material of the bag. “What do you want, Y/N?” He asked simply.

You crossed arms over your chest, looking at him. “Listen, you’ll be training with me from today. You’ll also be assisting me in my daily tasks, do you understand?” You tried to sound firmly but your voice almost faded out with last three words as you saw a smirk on his lips. “What’s so funny, Asset?”

He tilted his head to look at you, he ran his tongue over his lips. “We’ll see who will be training whom,” his blue eyes were looking straight into yours, and you felt uncomfortably, what made him smirk even wider. “But okay. Deal,” he agreed as he stretched his back, presenting all the tensed muscles.

You felt your heart skipped a beat at the view but you tried to keep straight face. “Tomorrow. At 6:00. At the driveway. And don’t be late,” you informed him before you left the gym.

As soon as you did, you rested your back against the cold wall, gasping for air.

What this man, the Asset, was even doing to you?

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