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Give Me Some Sugar

Steve Rogers AU

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Sugardaddy! Steve Rogers x Sugarbaby! Reader.

Summary: When young Y/n gets fired from one of her jobs she struggles to make enough money for college loans and Bills, that’s when she meets Steve. What Steve is looking for isn’t exactly a relationship, he just wants someone to look pretty in his arms and take care of his needs without asking many questions about his job.

Series Warnings: Salty reader, age gap, Sugardaddy and sugarbaby relationship and all the chaos that comes with it, SMUT (Obviously. Don’t try tell me you didn’t see that coming, Karen.), asshole people (Yup that’s a warning.),language more will be added later to the chapters.

Characters (as per the chapter): Y/n, Steve Rogers, Wanda Maximoff, Sharon Carter. 

Words: 5.4k. (I need to calm down.)

Chapter Warning: Salty reader, Drama, Some making out.

CHAPTER  FOUR

The next day you found yourself sitting in the cafeteria of your college during the break between your two classes fidgeting in the chair. Your sister asked you this morning that how the apartment hunting was going and you smiled and lied to her that it was going great and you already saw a few of them. The truth was it had completely slipped your mind because of the dates with Steve. 

How could you be so lost in a guy that you forgot that you were practically homeless. knowing your sister, she would definitely throw you out at the end of the week, weather you have a place to live or not. You were already sipping on your fourth cup of coffee. What the hell were you going to do? You can’t really ask Sharon or Wanda, they already have to much on their plate with the semesters coming to an end and the loans. You can’t ask Kyle either, he lives with his cousins who always stare too much. Steve? No, you just met him a few days ago. Although you would love to live with him it wouldn’t really be right.

You could always apply for the dorm rooms. But who wants to live in a dorm room, they’re always so gross.

“What got you so anxious today, babe?” said a voice and you turn to see your two loves of your life coming up to you. You quickly gave Wanda a hug and turn to give one to Sharon as well. They took a seat on either side of you and waited for your reply.

“Well, Lisa might or might not have found out that I was fired from the restaurant. And then she called me the ‘w’ word in front of her children. And then I might or might not have told her that I’m gonna move out and then she gave me till the end of the week, Its already Thursday and I still have no where to go.” You said and your voice almost broke. “I’m homeless.” You cried out.

“A decaf, please.” Sharon yelled out to the waiter pointing at you and you assumed it was for you. “You can just ask her to give you some more time.”  Sharon suggested as she turned to you. 

“I can’t, Sharon. I have dignity.” You said.

“She’s right, Sharon. Besides you know Lisa, she’ll hold it over her head for the rest of her life. Sweetie, you can always come live with us.” Wanda said as you thanked the waiter who brought your decaf. 

“But that place is already too small for the two of you, where are you gonna fit me? I don’t wanna bother you guys. And no offence but that couch is not really back friendly.” You said.

“Yeah, non taken, we know that. And you can stay with us till you find another place okay?You’re not gonna bother us, besides you can cook dinner and lunch. And about that couch, we can share bed alternatively with you. Right Wands?” Sharon said looking at the red head.

“Absolutely. And we will also help you apartment hunting.” Wanda nodded with a smile.

“Really? Oh my god, guys, I love you.” You said and pulled them both in for a hug. Just then you felt your vibrating and you took it out to read the message. “No this is not what I needed right now.” You exclaimed before putting your phone back in your purse. 

“What happened?” Wanda asked with an raised eyebrow.

“Mr. Zane just cancelled our class.”

“I swear to god, Y/n, if you cry because your class got cancelled I’m gonna jump off the terrace.” 

“I’m sorry.”

*******

Sharon and Wanda practically dragged you back to their apartment claiming that they didn’t have any class either but you had a feeling that they were lying and just needed an alibi to skip classes, not that you mind or anything. 

“You guys watch TV, I’ll make something for lunch.” You went to the kitchen to make yourself busy into doing something, you knew is you sat free your mind would wander off to apartment hunting again.

As you hummed a melody that you don’t quite remember that well and dance around in the kitchen a little you could hear Wanda and Sharon fighting over what to watch. You weren’t quite paying attention to it until you hear Sharon say “Look, Wands. I told you I saw him somewhere. No one can be that stupid hot and not be a celebrity.” Your curiosity got the best of you when you heard her words and you ran out of the kitchen to see who were they talking about.

Your eyes widen as you saw the familiar face on the TV. Your words got stuck in your mouth. There he was, proudly giving interview to some famous TV channel. You felt like he was looking directly at you from the screen. You could tell that it was clip of some old interview because there was that sexy beard on his face that he wasn’t sporting anymore.

Steve. Shit you almost forgot about Steve, he was supposed to pick you up from college.

You started to say something when Sharon said “You remember that sexy stranger from your birthday, Y/n, that’s him. Thank god I didn’t go up and talk to him, I’ll never stand a chance.” Sharon said as she looked at the screen with heart eyes and you almost felt guilty. Was it wrong for you to make a move on him when Sharon clearly stated she was into him? Well she said she called dibs and you were not in high school anymore, and you saw him first anyway............. Gosh, you were a shitty friend. You should just tell her and apologize. It won’t be a big deal right?

“Guys I wanna-” You started but you were again interrupted by Sharon.

“Oh my god, He’s so dreamy. Maybe I should have just talked to him, I mean what’s the worst could have happened?” She asked. ‘He could have told you that he’s interested in me and you would have hated me?’

“You should have. Who knows? You could have been in his bed right now.” Wanda playfully wiggled her eyebrow. You couldn’t help the slight pang of jealousy that you felt at the thought of Sharon being with Steve instead of you.

“Guys I want to tell you something. Wanda, remember I was talking about something that day at college, well this is it. Ste-” You were cut off again but this time it wasn’t either of them, it was the doorbell. God, why can’t people let me finish before interrupting.

“I’ll go get the door, you finish your juicy story later.” Sharon winked at you before getting up and walking toward the door. 

Sharon opened the door and her eyes widen as she took in the man standing in front of her. She thought she was hallucinating. Half of her was expecting him to just disappear or maybe convert into their annoying neighbor who was always here to ask for a phone charger. There he stood the man of the conversation, in all his glory. Blue eyes looking down at her because of the height deference. 

You couldn’t see who was standing at the door because of the angle but you frowned when you didn’t hear anything for a few seconds.

“Guys, please come here and tell me I’m not hallucinating.” Was the first thing that came out of Sharon’s mouth after a few seconds of silence. You and Wanda walked over to her and your eyes widen as well as Wanda’s. 

“I can assure you you’re not hallucinating. I’m here to meet Y/n.” He said pointing at you with his eyes. Both of your friends turned to you with wide eyes and raised eyebrows.

“You know him?” Sharon asked in a surprised tone and you let gave her a guilty smile.

“We are seeing each other, I thought you people would have known.” Steve replied.

“This is what I wanted to tell you guys. Steve what are you doing here?” You asked the man.

“I went to your college but you weren’t there then I went to your house your sister told me you might be here...... Is this not a good time?” He asked as he sensed the awkwardness between you and the blond girl..

“No, It’s okay. I’m Wanda by the way, this is Sharon. And you already know Y/n here. Why don’t you come inside.” Wanda said with a smile which he returned. 

“No its okay, I was here to pick her up.” Steve said and Sharon gave everyone a smile before walking to her home without another word you followed her as well.

“Sharon I’m so sorry. I know that night you clearly stated that you were into him but then you just walked away and I know I should have asked you before going out with him. I’m so sorry.” You said practically begging for her forgiveness but in return she only smiled at you.

“Y/n, its okay.”

“No its not, Sharon. I’m a bitch to do that to you, It was not what a good friend would have done.”

“Y/n seriously, I think its okay. You should go.”

“I can cancel if you want me to. We can have a girls night.” You offered with a smile.

“Y/n please just go. I’m okay, I’m not in high school anymore, I’m not gonna be upset about you hooking up with a guy I had a stupid crush on.” You knew what this was about. No matter how much she says she forgives you you could see that little glint of hatred behind her eyes for you.You know she still hasn’t moved on from what happened in high school. 

Without another word you walked out of her room, you wanted to talk to her until she would laugh again on your stupid jokes or pull you in a hug or even yell at you but you knew she wanted to be left alone right now. She clearly didn’t want company, much less yours.

When you came into the living room you saw Wanda and Steve having a conversation and laughing at something. You smiled at them. At least she was getting along with Steve, you wanted nothing more than your friends to get along with Steve.

“What you guys talking about?” You asked walking up to Wanda and sitting on her lap. 

“Its a secret. If I tell you you’ll kill me.” Wanda replied.

“Oh my god what did you say, Did she say something embarrassing about me? If its about the cab thing, I had no idea it was a private car and I was getting late.” You defended yourself.

“It was definitely not about the cab thing but now I wanna know about the cab thing.” Steve said suddenly looking more interested in it.

“Oh you’re never gonna find out, Rogers. Now lets go.” You said standing up and taking his hand. “Wands, keep an eye on her. She says she’s not mad at me but I know she is.” You said worrying about your other best friend.

“Its okay. Don’t worry about her, have fun.” She said giving you a wink and a hung. “It was nice to meet you, Steve.”

“You too, Wands.” He replied and you looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Wands?”

“We bonded.” He casually shrugged making you and the red head laugh.

Your mind couldn’t help but wander off to Sharon as you looked out the window as Steve drove to what you assume was his house since the traffic and crowd was reducing with time. You should have told her on the first day that it was Steve who paid for the drinks. It wouldn’t have escalated to this by now. 

“What ya thinking about, Doll?” Steve asked keeping his one hand on the steering wheel and the other on your knee.

“Just thinking about, Sharon.” You replied

“Ya, What happened? She just walked away.”

“I really don’t know its my place to say this but...... well, she kinda saw you in the club at my birthday and she called dibs, which is this stupid thing we have been doing since we were in high school, and now I broke the sis code and I’m seeing you and I think she’s upset with me.”

“Well, its not true because I made a move on you.”

“Steve, I clearly remember giving you a strip tease in the middle of the dance floor, minus the strip.” 

“I was the one who asked you out. And besides you can’t control who you get attracted to, doll. You were the one I got attracted to, not her, and its not your fault.” He said stroking your left cheek. 

“Actually its about what happened in high school, she’s still a little salty about it.”

“What happened in high school?”

“We were in senior year and there was this guy, Brady, He was the mayor’s son. She had a really huge crush on him and I don’t know why she just never told me about him, she only told Wanda and when Brady asked me on a date I said yes, She caught us making out in the chemistry lab. And she got so mad at me, I didn’t even know what I did until Wanda told me. She didn’t talk to me for three months even though I immediately broke it off with Brady.” You said and you didn’t realize you were so embarrassed and ashamed of yourself that you couldn’t look him in the eyes in that moment.

“Hey, Doll. It wasn’t your fault, you couldn’t have known.” Steve assured you, holding your chin and turning your face to him. You halfheartedly smiled at him. “Besides, I don’t really blame Brady.” He winked at you making you blush like a teenager. 

You couldn’t help but stare at Steve as he continued driving. His one hand in steering wheel and the other in yours. He was stealing glances at you now and then. How could a man be so devastatingly beautiful, without even trying. His blue eyes was sparkling in that moment that he was sitting in the car with you.

You wanted to kiss him so bad right now, you know you shouldn’t since he’s driving but when has you ever not done something because you shouldn’t, that’s why you leaned in and pressed your lips against his. Your hand against his jaw rubbing at the stubble that was growing there. Steve was taken aback at first but then quickly kissed you back. He was smiling against your lips. You then pulled away with a giggle and sat back on the passenger seat.

“What was that for, Doll? Not that I’m complaining.” He asked with a smile.

“I just......wanted to make sure you’re real.” 

“So? What do you think? Am I?”

“Oh that was very real.” Steve pulled up in his driveway less than 5 minutes later. As he helped you out of the car you looked up at his mansion. If you had thought it was beautiful last night. It was even more beautiful in the morning. You could see it very clearly in the sunlight. 

“It looks even more wonderful in the morning.” You commented as you took in every detail about the mansion. 

“Thanks, but the actual credit goes to the real owner of the house” He said said and you gave him a questioning look. “I bought this house from Alucio Garcia. He’s a Portuguese businessman, he needed money so I bought this house from him.” Steve explained to you before leading you inside by holding your hand. 

“Well, Mr. Garcia has a very lovely taste. Where’s Pete?” You asked when you realized you didn’t see the man anywhere. 

“I gave him a day off, they just find out his wife’s pregnant.” He said and your eyes brighten up for the man. 

“That’s awesome. Congratulate him for me when he gets back.” You said with a wide smile. You were very happy for Pete. You remember when Lisa first found out she was pregnant. She was so scared, just 17. You were the first person she told, you were just 14. She loved you back then, you were the only person she trusted it with. You remember how she cried in your room the whole night, scared that Dad will be very mad, and he was. So mad. You were the one who stood between them, stood up for her. You fought with your dad for her. You practically begged him to let her be with Martin, Oh how you regret it now. Martin is an asshole, you have no idea why Lisa still doesn’t see it. He is the reason the two of you drifted apart. You used to be the perfect duo at some time, how did you come to this? How did you get to the point where she can’t see you without the look of disgust in her face. 

“What happened, Doll?” Steve asked and you realized you were sitting on the couch in the living room now. When did you get here?

“Nothing. What are we doing today?” You asked with a smile. 

“Wait till 7. You’re gonna change, I’m gonna take you to the fanciest dinner ever.” He said and you pouted a little. You just wanted to spend some time with him, alone, here, you didn’t want to go anywhere fancy. 

“Can’t we just stay here? Do something fun?”

“You want to stay here when I’m taking you to a fancy dinner?”

“Yes.”

“And what do you wanna do?” He asked pulling you close by your waist, his eyes were sparkling with mischief, brow raised in a suggestive manner. 

“I don’t know, watch a movie maybe. Order pizza. Bake?” You replied, purposely ignoring his suggestion.

“You wanna bake?”

“Why not? You are great at it, I suck at it. You can teach me something maybe.” You replied playing with the collar of his shirt.

“Okay, I guess I’ll have to cancel the reservations I made then.” He sighed out, taking out his phone and quickly typing something in it before tossing it on the other couch. “What do you wanna bake?” He asked.

“What do you suggest for a beginner?” You asked in return. 

“Hmm....how do you feel about chocolate dump cake?” 

“Despite the name, I love the idea.” You said making him laugh. As you tried to stand up he held your wrist and pulled you back down.

“But I want to ask you something before that.” He said the look on his expression suddenly turned into a serious one. You frowned a little bit, your heart speed up by a bit. What was it? Your mind went to a thousand places in the span of 2 seconds. Was it about Sharon? Does he think badly of you too? Why do you overthink all the time, its probably nothing.

“What is it?” You asked looking at him innocently. 

“You don’t have to say yes if you don’t want to. I have to a business Party to attend to, this Saturday, I was thinking if you could be my date to it?” He said and to say that you were surprised was an understatement. You had expected a lot of things but that. You were flabbergasted for a second before you answer

“Ummm, well where is it?” You asked.

“LA.” He simply answered. 

“Los Angeles?”

“Yes, I know its far but you said you don’t have classes on Saturdays and Sundays. We’ll go Friday night and come back Sunday night.” He said. You didn’t know what to say, on one hand you wanted to go so badly, on other hand you can’t risk losing this job too. It seemed as if he could almost see the conflict behind your eyes. “Its okay, you don’t have to answer now. You have till tomorrow evening. Right now we can bake.” He said giving you a smile which you returned happily. 

He stood up pulling you up with him by your hand. You gazed into his deep blue eyes for a second before he lead you to the kitchen. Never have you been so keen to learn something in your life before. Probably because the teacher was the most beautiful man you’ve seen in your life. 

“What do we need?” You asked.

“We need to preheat the oven first.” He said moving along with his words. “Then we grease the pan.” He said taking out a bundt pan from the cupboard.

“Let me do something.”

“Take the chocolate and butter out from the fridge.” you did as he said.

“Now we mix it with Sugar, coffee and cocoa powder and we heat it over a pot of simmering water so that we can mix it till the chocolate melts.” He said dumping the ingredients in a small bowl and putting it over the stove. Honestly you weren’t even paying full attention to instruction, the site was too fascinating. “Now we make the batter.”

“I wanna make the batter.” You said with a little pout making him chuckle. 

“Come ‘ere.” He said and you happily skipped to his side. 

He helped you put the ingredients in a bigger bowl and then guided your hand to whisk it.

“I know how to whisk, Steve. I’m not that useless.” You commented making him chuckle but left you to do it anyway. 

“I can see that.” He sarcastically said as he saw what a mess you made all over your hands and the kitchen island. 

“Hey, everyone is not perfect like you okay. Deal with it.” You said making him chuckle. He then poured the mixture of chocolate coffee and sugar in the batter. 

“Taste it.” He said picking the batter with his finger and holding it in front of your lips. You didn’t think twice before wrapping your lips around his forefinger and sucking on it. You looked up at him as his pupils became dilated and he licked his lower. You smirked before swirling you tongue around his finger, giving him a hint of what your tongue would feel around his other parts, before pulling away.

“Its delicious.” You said in a suggestive voice. He didn’t answer, just kept staring at your mouth and eyes. “Steve?” 

“Huh?”

“The oven.” You whispered pointing at the oven that has been preheating for some time now. You giggled when he looked around in confusion before it settled over him. 

“Oh.” He said before quickly grabbing the bundt pan and pouring the batter in it and putting it inside the oven. “Its gonna take at least 40 to 50 minutes.” He informed you before coming back over to you.

“Hmm......I wonder, what are we gonna till then.” You said outloud putting your finger on your chin and pretending to think.

“I’ll tell you what are we gonna do.” He said and before you could register anything he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder like you weighed nothing. You squealed out and started laughing as he walked to the living room.  He threw you on the couch and climbed on top of you straddling your hips. You giggled out for the last time before both of your expression turned into a more serious one, although the smile was still intact on your face. 

His eyes looked between the both of yours for a second. Your heart was skipping beats and your breath was heavy in anticipation. His hand came up to cup your jaw. He took your breath away as his mouth finally came down onto yours. He kisses you, tenderly at first, you took a second to response. You closed your eyes and tried to lose yourself in the kiss. The kiss became more fierce as the second goes by. You hand slowly curled around his neck to pull him closer. 

He pulled away to catch breath but it seemed he couldn’t be away from your lips longer than a second so he pressed his lips to yours once again. His wet hot tongue stroked against your lips and you didn’t think twice before opening up and giving him entrance. He tasted like chocolates he’s been eating while making the batter and you could bet that you did too. 

He slowly shifted to lie back on the couch and pulling you over him. Your knees straddling his hips. Your chest pressed against his so tightly that you could almost feel his heartbeat on your skin. His hands were under your shirt, stroking the soft warm skin there. One of your hand was in his hairs and the other was stroking his rock hard chest through his shirt.

The two of you make out for the next 20 minutes on that couch like a couple of school kids. As you pulled away this time you felt your lips were a little swollen due to the make out session but so was his. Pink and swollen which just made you wand to kiss him more. Your clothes were disheveled and your hair was a mess. A big smile playing on your lips as you looked in his dreamy eyes. 

“Steve.” You whispered out of breath

“Yes, Doll?” He asked, he was so mesmerized by your face. He could swear he’s never seen something as beautiful as it. How can someone look so innocent and so sexy at the same time is beyond his understanding. 

“Yes.” You said and he gave you a look, a little crease of confusion between his eyebrows. “I wanna go......I wanna go to LA with you this weekend.” You said, you didn’t even have to think about it. You knew you would regret it if you don’t go. You were too invested in him by now to give up an opportunity to be with him and only him for the weekend. Even just the thought of being with him started a whirlpool inside your stomach.  The look on his face was the highlight of your day when you said it. A smile broke into his face just like the sun breaks into the dawn. 

“Thanks, Doll. I promise you won’t regret it.”

“I better not, Rogers. I’m putting my Job on stake for you.”

“I will not give you a chance to complain.” He said, finally pulling you down to his lips. 

*******

“I don’t know, Wands. Is it still a good idea to move in with you guys. Sharon’s still mad at me.” You said as you packed the last of your bag. Wanda was helping you pack so you can move out before Steve picks you up for the airport. Wanda was really happy when you told her. You haven’t had a chance to go on a vacation for three years, in her words you deserve the much needed break.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Babe. Sharon would be fine. And you’re going away for the weekend, I’m sure she’ll cool down by the time you come back. Now be quick the cab’s here.” She said carrying 2 of your bags out of the room. You quickly completed packing the last one and carried out the other three as well. 

“So....You’re moving out.” Lisa said and as much as she hates to admit it she would miss you, and you know it. She knows you’ll miss her too, it was a unspoken truth between the two of you. You hate each others guts but you still love each other.

“I am.” You said giving her a small smile. “Can I say goodbye to the kids?” You ask. 

“You know you don’t have to ask, Y/n.” She said and you quickly walked to the dining room where they were eating lunch. 

“Hey, babies.” You said and as soon as the twins saw you they started crying, even Carl looked like he was about to cry.

“Do you have to go?” He asked and it broke your heart completely. Tears started forming in your eyes as well. 

“Hey, I’ll come here every week to meet you okay? But I have to go, sweetie. Now come here three of you and give me a hug.” You said and the three kids didn’t waste another second to come running towards you. You kissed Malcolm, Elle and Carl before standing back up. “Bye bye. I’ll miss you guys.” You gave everyone one last smile before walking out of the door.

“The baby’s getting salty again?” Wanda asked as you walked out to see her standing beside the cab. 

“Yeah, they are.” You answer as the driver helped you put the bags in the trunk.

“I was talking about you.”

“Shut up.” As you and Wanda reached their apartment Sharon has already left for her job at the clinic which made you a little relieved.

“When is he picking you up?” Wanda asked as you last of your bags inside.

“In 5 mins. I should go down at the lobby now. Thank you, Wands. I owe you one.” You said giving her a hug.

“Aww. Its okay. Just give me all the juicy details later.” She winked at you which made you laugh. “Now, go. But don’t do anything I wouldn’t.” She said and you skipped your way down to the lobby. The word excitement would not do justice to the feeling that you have inside your stomach. Last night later when Steve dropped you back home after dinner and some more making out you couldn’t sleep at all whole night. The feeling was similar to the one you had when you experienced your first kiss back when you were 11. He was the most handsome boy of your school and you were head over heels for him. It was puppy love and honestly it was the purest relationship you’ve ever had. Timothée was his name and you were heartbroken when he had to move away for his fathers job. That’s how you felt with Steve, like a little girl having her first kiss. That feeling was so pure and innocent.

The car was there, in front of the apartment, right on time. A man who looked older than Steve stepped out of the car. 

“Ms. Y/l/n?” He asked and you nodded your head.  “I’m Lorenzo. Mr. Rogers sent me to pick you up. Are you ready, Ma’am?” He asked in an accent that you assumed was Italian and you nodded again. You were expecting Steve and if you said you weren’t disappointed you would be lying. 

“Where’s Steve?” You asked and just like Pete he insisted on helping you in the car.

“Mr. Rogers, had to have a last minute discussion with the pilot.” He answered as he drove away from the apartment. 

“The pilot?” You asked with a raised eyebrow. Why would Steve have to talk to the pilot.

“Oh, I assume Mr. Rogers haven’t informed you that you’ll be travelling in his private jet.” He said and your eyes widened. You shouldn’t even be surprised anymore. Of course Steve has a private jet, he’s The Steve Rogers, he gives interviews in television, he’s some hot shot businessman and yet you have no idea what the hell does he do. 

The rest of the ride to the airport was silent. As soon as you stepped out of the car in the airport you were greeted by two woman who were apparently there to assist you. 

“Come with us, Ma’am. Mr. Rogers has been awaiting for you. Your bag will be taken to the plane.” The blond one said and as in queue a red man came up and took out your bag from the trunk. 

“Is that it, ma’am?” He asked looking at the rather small bag. Steve had told you to pack less for some reason.

“Yes. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Miss.” And with that he walked away with your bag. Then the two women led you to the hanger. A big smile sprinted over your lips as you saw Steve standing a little far away. He looked hotter than ever wearing that navy Henley of his. It was fitting his like a second skin. A black glass covering his gorgeous blue eyes. You sped up and practically ran to him. 

He greeted you with a brief kiss before he pulled away and took in your attire. You were wearing a high waist jeans shots and a beige crop top, a white lace shrug over your shoulder. Your hair was pulled away from your face in a top bun giving away a clear look to your neck and shoulders.

“You look lovely, like always.” He said pecking your lips once more. 

“Well, you don’t look so bad either, Mr. Rogers.” You said checking him out in a not so subtle way.

“Let’s go. You ready?”

“No. But lets go.” 

*******

CHAPTER FIVE

A/N: Honestly this was my least favorite chapter so far but feel free to tell me what you think. Like if you like the chapter, if there’s something you didn’t like feel free to tell me in the comments or in the asks, If you want do be tagged send me an ask.

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Stay With Me (Steve Rogers X F!Reader)

First post ever! I wrote this for my friend on Instagram, and I wanted to share it here! I hope you enjoy and any feedback/comments are appreciated!

Words: 1.2k

Warnings: descriptive injury, blood, vomit, hospitals, language (possibly?)

Steve x Reader ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Pain. All you could feel was pain. Not just some mild cramping like you usually get during missions, but hot, searing pain. Your entire body felt like it was on fire; your head throbbing as if it was getting ready to explode. 

Just as you were about to drift off into what felt like an endless void, you heard something. It almost sounded like.....gun fire? Some shouting? Maybe some explosions? What was going on? Why couldn't the world just let you fade deep into the weightlessness of the void?

Groaning, you attempted to blink away the nausea and fatigue, sitting up to get a look at your surroundings. There were trees all around you; their leaves covered in a thick layer of heavy snow. 

Snow....that explains the extreme cold beneath you, along with the softness you felt on what usually is rock hard ground. The sun was bright and beating down on you, much too bright for the liking of your pulsing headache. 

It was all too much, you leaned over on your knees and threw up, the foul taste of stomach acid coating your mouth afterwards. Not wanting to look at the mess you made, you covered it up with snow and continued to look around. You saw your teammates, but they all seemed busy fighting your enemy. 

That's right, you remembered what you were there for; Hydra had files on the Red Room, so Tony and Natasha organized this mission to get them. However, things went south pretty quickly as Hydra had been expecting you and the other Avengers. You looked around for someone, anyone who could help you get back to the Quinjet; you knew you were in no condition to fight any further. 

"....hello? Guys, I need...." you paused, holding your breath so you didn't release anymore bile, "I need help. My head..." 

Nobody picked up on comms, the line was dead. Cursing under your breath, you squinted your eyes and saw a figure in the distance fighting off about three foes. It seemed like they were losing. Badly. With further inspection, you saw it was Steve, your captain and your boyfriend. 

"Shit...." you had two options: you could either sit there and wait for someone to find you, or you could go and help Steve, and then he could help you get back to the Quinjet so Helen could nurse your condition. 

You chose the latter and slowly stood up, limping your way over to your captain, drawing your knives. The foes didn't see you coming, so you quickly stabbed one from behind, hitting them in the spine. They screamed as they went down, making the other two focus on you rather than Steven. 

You huffed as you took on one while the blond handled the other. As you were so focused on your fight, you failed to pay attention to your surroundings. Steve had taken down his opponent but quickly noticed a fourth Hydra agent closing in behind you.

"(Y/N)!" he shouted, pushing you out of the way and taking the hit for you; the bullet penetrated his stomach, making him fall to the ground. 

Out of rage, you quickly finished off your original enemy before knocking out the man who shot Steve. 

When that was done, you allowed the panic to settle in and you rushed over to the blond, "Steve! Oh my god...." you breathed out, your blood running cold at the sight of blood spreading along his suit, staining it a deep red. 

He coughed and tried to send you a reassuring smile, but it came out as a wince. Quickly, you dropped to your knees and placed pressure on the wound, letting out a quiet sob at the whimper he released. 

"I know, Stevie. I know it hurts....SOMEBODY! STEVE'S DOWN! PLEASE!" you began crying out for one of your teammates to hear you. 

More coughs escaped his lips, some blood following, "(Y/N)…sweetheart...." he wheezed out, his deep, blue eyes locking on to your bloodshot ones, "it's okay." 

Aggressively, you shook your head, pressing more pressure into his stomach; an action that made the Captain America cry out in pain, tears falling down his cheeks. 

"Why?! Steven why...." you cried, your head rapidly looking around for anybody who could help you. 

Mustering all his strength, he reached a shaking, bloody hand towards your face, cupping your cheek gently. 

"I promised..." he gasped for breath, making your eyes widen, "...that I would protect you. And I intend to keep that damn promise." 

You shook your head, "not like this! This isn't protecting me!" you scolded, wincing as your arms began to cramp from keeping pressure on his stomach. 

You made the mistake of looking down, seeing his thick and sticky blood coating your hands, the thought making you want to throw up again; your own injuries were nothing but a distant memory as you focused on keeping the man in front of you alive. 

As the moments passed, his breathing became heavier and more labored, coming out in slow pants and his eyes began to flutter closed, then open lazily every few moments. 

"Hey....hey!" you quickly removed one hand to lightly smack his cheek, smearing his blood over his skin, "keep your eyes open, soldier. That's an order." 

He chucked breathlessly, ending in a cough, "look at my pretty girl...giving the orders now..." 

Just as you were about to give up, you heard footsteps coming from behind you, making you cry out in joy, "Stevie, hang in there a little longer! Someone's coming!" 

His eyes refused to open, his breathing becoming faint and shallow. "(Y/N) (M/N) (L/N)....I love....." he coughed, blood pouring from his mouth, "I love you..." 

Just like that, you couldn't hear his breathing anymore, "Steve?" 

You shook him a little, getting no response, "Steven! Wake up! Don't you dare leave me! Not now! STEVEN!" 

Nothing. No response. Your chest heaved as you sobbed, clinging to his seemingly lifeless form...… 

Lights. Bright, white, hot lights. Throbbing. A terrible pain in his head. A weird burning sensation in his stomach; every time he shifted slightly he felt like his insides were being torn apart. Squinting, Steve slowly opened his eyes, assessing his situation. 

He asked himself if he was dead, he couldn't tell. But....then he heard it. The damned beeping sound of the heart monitor. As annoying as he found them, he was glad to hear it; it meant he was still alive and kicking. 

Out of the corner of his eyes, he spotted you fast asleep in an uncomfortable plastic chair, your hand securely locked around his. He smiled weakly, squeezing your hand in his. 

The subtle gesture suddenly jolted you awake, your eyes filling to the brim as you saw him awake and smiling, "....Stevie?" 

His grin seemed to grow tenfold. 

Despite all the pain he felt, despite the feeling of his throat being ripped apart, and even despite the fact that he felt like he wanted to sleep for the next five years, he breathed out what seemed to be the most soothing words in existence, "it's going to take more than a bullet to keep me from my best girl."

Say Thank You X

Series Summary: Nearly five years have passed since Steve Rogers saves your life without so much as a thank you. When he sees you again by chance, he makes sure that he’ll never let you go and maybe teach you some manners in the process.

Series Warning: This will be a dark!Steve fic with stalking, kidnapping and manipulating as well as non-con and dub-con situations. Please don’t read it if you don’t like that sort of thing.

Chapter Warnings: talk of Stockholm Syndrome and gas lighting tactics. 

Word Count: 3.8k

AN: Whelp this one really got away from me ngl. I had intended to include so much more in this chapter yet all of a sudden I was already at 2.8k and had hardly done anything. I hope it lives up to the hype from last chapter x

I. New York ~ II. Madrid ~ III. The Apartment ~ IV. The Trip ~ V. The Basement ~ VI. The First Lesson ~ VII. The Waiting Game ~ VIII. The First Attempt ~ IX. The Darkness

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X. The Truth

You felt cold, huddling further into the blankets as Steve started pulling on his clothes, running a shaking hand through his hair, his eyes flickering over to you every few seconds. Even with everything that he had done to you, you still wanted to comfort him. Obviously whatever was going on was freaking him out. 

You resisted the part of your brain that craved to get out of bed and wrap your arms around him, trying to calm him down. You hated that he had done this to you, made you feel distressed for him, not only because of him. You watched as he continued to dress, pulling his pants on and then his shirt and shoes before coming back to where you lay on the bed. You watched in trepidation as he pulled you into his arms, wrapping them firmly around your body. Despite how tightly he held you, you could still feel the slight tremble that resonated through his body. Something big was clearly going on. 

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parabellum | s.r.

Summary: “I know I’m asking a lot, but the price of freedom is high; it always has been. And it’s a price I’m willing to pay. And if I’m the only one, then so be it.” 

WARNINGS: This is dark and sad!! VIOLENCE!! There’s mentions of torture, blood, injuries, and there’s MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH!!! I’m not kidding when I say there’s a lot. A LOT OF CALLBACKS/FORESHADOWING AND PARALLELS!!! SO keep an eye out for that, also swearing but thats the least of your worries Pairing: H.Y.D.R.A.!Steve x enhanced!Reader Word Count: 12k

A/N: This is for Nicola’s writing challenge over at @startrekkingaroundasgard​. My prompt was ‘a hero becomes a villain’. Also, this is what drove @wxntersoldiers​​ crazy last night but she hasn’t read the newest version yet so here we are (i added some extra dialogue n stuff babe)

“I don’t trust a guy without a dark side. Call me old-fashioned.”

“Well, let’s just say you haven’t seen it yet.”

They attack the Avengers Facility, snatch him between your fingers. 

It’s near midnight, you think, when they sneak into your room. They thrust a knife through your back, and Steve wakes to your screams.

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If I Didn’t Know Any Better - Cutthroat Challenge

Thank you again @sherrybaby14 for this lovely challenge! Very inspiring and gave me an opportunity to write a little Steve fluff! 

Prompt: Valentine’s dinner with Steve 

Sabotage One: Steve has to have a room filled with children’s toys. 

Sabotage Two: Can’t use the words yes/no/maybe or any synonym! 

Pairing: Steve Rogers x you / Steve Rogers x y/n

Summary: Who could have known that the only thing you needed to finally tell Steve how you feel would be a bottle of red wine and a room full of children’s toys? 

Warnings: Fluff, fluff, and MORE fluff! It’s my birthday, so I’m feeling fluffy. 

Words: 2k 

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“I can’t believe I’ve never been to your place before Steve!” you gasped at the glory of the expansive apartment. Nestled in, on a quiet street in Brooklyn, the antique building was almost dream-like with its ivy-covered façade and large oak trees outside. The exposed brick walls and original hardwood floors paired well with the plush rugs and brown leather couch sat in the living room. Everything was clean lines, utilitarian, but with just the right amount of sentimentality to make it warm. Homey. The kitchen, with its ample-sized marble island lay open, giving it a small modern feel for such an otherwise outdated space. In a way, the apartment was the perfect reflection of Steve. Wonderful smells wafted from the oven and stovetop, leading you further in and past the tall super soldier holding the door open for you.

“Please, (Y/N), come on in,” laughed Steve, closing the door and following you towards the kitchen.

“Where is everyone? I thought for sure I was going to be the last one here,” you admitted sheepishly as you set down your bags and began to unpack the copious bottles of wine. You attempted to suppress a smile as you remembered the aghast expression on the checkers face when you’d placed ten bottles of red blend down on the conveyer belt.

“They didn’t tell you?” Steve questioned, picking up one of the bottles and examining the label.

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You should be a bard

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Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader x Steve Harrington fanfiction

8,232 words

Eddie is sad about his D’n’D campaign coming to an end, so he decides to drag steve and the reader into creating a new one (against their knowledge). A joke is thrown about and eventually steve decides he has to prove himself.

Eddie was sitting next to you, turning an old guitar pick over in his hands after finding it in his jacket pocket. How he was wearing the leather jacket in the early summer heat was beyond you, but it didn’t matter. Finally giving up on the Walkman, you pulled the flimsy headphones off your head to sit around your neck, turning your head to look at Eddie.

Despite looking at him, you weren’t really paying attention, almost completely zoned out. Catching segments of one-sided conversation, you could hear Eddie complaining about something, intersected with moments of his old D’n’D campaign.

He takes a deep breath before falling silent, huffing in what sounds like disappointment. It’s the loud huff of breath that pulls you out of the trance that you had been in, staring at his face.

“You weren’t even paying attention, were you?” He doesn’t sound upset, rather a little amused.

“Would you hate me if I said I wasn’t?” Your sheepish confession caused him to pull his face into a fake scowl, supressing a chuckle.

You smiled back it him, turning to look at the skateboard that laid propped up on the curb next to you, taking notice of the peeling grip and making a mental note of needing to replace it later.

“How much longer do you think pretty boy is gonna take?” Eddie pokes at your arm while speaking, obviously desperate for your attention.

The stupid nickname makes you laugh a little, holding a hand to your mouth and trying not to let him see your face. You could hear the small, teasing chuckle that came from him as he leaned forwards to try and see your face. You knew a teasing comment was coming, so you quickly took a breath and sat back up, staring at him once again and trying to hold your mouth as still as possible.

“You pretending to be angry at me for making you laugh?” you have to tense your jaw to stop the smile that’s trying to pull through. “AH! I can see a smile! C’mon, don’t hold back, show me that smile.”

He reaches over, poking at your arm again, finally breaking your pathetic façade and cracking you into a smile.

“Ok ok, stop poking me, weirdo.” You swat at his hand, giggling a little as you push him away.

“Only if you answer my question,” His voice carries a smile as he continues poking you, getting in a slightly harder one before you finally manage to push him away.

“I don’t know Eds,” Despite trying to sound annoyed, it came off as more joking. You just couldn’t keep a straight face when talking to Eddie – especially when he was being so affectionately annoying.

He huffed, collapsing onto you, almost knocking you over with his body. Your hand shot out to press against the pavement on the opposite side of you, pressing into the uncomfortable concrete to hold yourself up.

“You gotta warn me before you do that Eds,” Now it was your turn to poke at him, squishing his cheek with the hand that wasn’t pressed against the concrete.

“Fine,” he mumbled, but didn’t move. In fact, he nuzzled his head into your shoulder, readjusting and getting comfy before relaxing almost completely. You took advantage of his relaxed state to push him off you.

“Hey!” he shouts, catching himself before he really falls at all, choosing to lean back on his elbows instead of pushing himself back into your personal space.

“That was rude!” He was staring at you with a look of dismay on his face, fake hurt. He was good at looking fake hurt, he was good at faking a lot of things. If it wasn’t for the fact that he hated conformity so much, you would’ve thought him a theatre kid.

Just before Eddie could open his mouth and shout at you again, someone walked out of the store behind you and cleared their throat. Eddie twisted his head backwards at an awkward angle, his adams apple protruding more than usual as he did. You twisted your body around, facing the person standing behind you, resting your hand on the concrete and getting ready to tell the person who just walked out that you weren’t causing any real problems.

Both of you were met by Steve, hands on his hips in that stance that you knew all too well. The “disappointed mother” as Eddie called it. You quickly noticed that he wasn’t wearing his work vest anymore, which meant he was off the clock.

“I would tell you two to be quiet, but I’m not getting paid, so I don’t care.” He stepped off the curb, walking round to stand in front of you and offering you a hand. “So, where we going?”

You take his hand, letting him pull you up. Eddie finally pulls his head up to look at Steve and you, taking notice of Steve’s lack of movement.

“You not gonna offer me a hand pretty boy?” Eddie smiles at him with that ever so flirtatious smile. Steve groans, rolling his eyes and stretching his hand out to Eddie.

“Thank you ever to much,” he speaks with a beautiful flourish, something you’ve only ever heard Eddie speak with.

“Shut your mouth Munson.” Steve pulls his arm sharply, forcing him to his feet in a jerk and making him stumble forwards before regaining his balance and staring at Steve’s face. Eddie and Steve stood staring at each other for a moment before Eddie walked past, gently shoulder checking Steve.

“We’re going to mine, get a move on.” Eddie spun on his heals, long brown curls bouncing around his face before settling on his shoulders. Steve scowled at him, but quickly fell into step with Eddie, something you were already doing.

Eddie managed to be incredibly fast, despite the fact he was walking backwards. You thought it was because of his long, gangly legs.

“You trying to leave us behind Eds?” You spoke in jest, laughing lightly when he looked at you.

“You really think I’d leave you and pretty boy behind, (y/n)?”

“The way you’re walking, I’d think so.” Your response makes Steve chuckle, and you puff your chest out in pride before quickly deflating.

“You-“

“One sec!” You turn tail and run, quickly realising you had left your skateboard on the curb outside Family Video. Luckily, by the time you scampered back, it was still there, so you scooped it up and turned to run back to the boys.

You noticed that they hadn’t stopped to wait for you, so you decided that you weren’t going to wait for them. In fact, Eddie had turned to face forwards, walking in in time with Steve. So, with a running start, you dropped your board onto the floor and stepped onto it. The momentum carried you for a moment but after a second you pushed yourself forwards, gaining speed and easily gliding past Steve and Eddie. You look back for a second, swaying slightly as you move and shooting them both a cheeky smile.

You come to a stop and kick your board up once you reach Eddie’s van, grabbing the end of it and spinning it a little. You watch as the boys get a little closer, raising your voice to call to them.

“C’mon you two! I thought you were in a hurry with the way you were walking Eddie!”

You get a shout back from Eddie about something that sounds vaguely like ‘and you didn’t want me to leave you behind’ while Steve giggled.

When they finally catch up, Eddie throws a lazy but rather hard punch to your arm, making you yelp.

“Hey! That was mean!”

“Skating off and leaving us behind was mean, what I did was justified.”

Eddie jumped into the driver’s side of his van, not giving you a chance before shutting the door and starting the engine. You try to run around the car as quickly as possible, intending not to get stuck in the middle seat, just about to grab the door handle as Steve shouts “Shotgun!”

“Ah fuck!” You slump a little, stepping away from the door as Steve pulls it open, gesturing for you to slip inside. You do slip into the van, pushing your board over the top of the seats and letting it fall into the back. Steve slides in next to you as you pull your seatbelt on and click it in.

“Don’t be sad (Y/n)! You got to sit in the window seat last time,” Steve says, clipping his seatbelt in as Eddie pulls out, starting the drive back to his.

“Yeah yeah, ok” You lean on Steve’s shoulder, trying to act as sad as possible to make him feel bad.

“Oh no don’t start moping, you know it makes me feel bad,” he mumbles, his voice all sad as he puts an arm around you. The rest of the drive is quiet, only the ambient sounds of the car and Eddie’s music filling the car.

By the time Eddie pulls up, you’ve stopped sulking and have picked yourself up off Steve’s shoulder, choosing instead to stare out the window. Eddie had to shove you gently to pull you out of your trance.

“You seem to be really out of it today, you ok?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, just a little out of it, like you said,” You speak with a chuckle, finally climbing out of the van, opting to leave your board in the back.

“Ok, as long as that’s it, now let’s go, I wanted to do something with you guys.”

“Always a man of mystery.”

You follow him to the door, Steve already waiting for him to unlock it so all of you can get inside. Eddie herds you both to the living room, ushering you into sitting down before running off to his bedroom.

“What do you think he’s up to?” Steve whispers, leaning over so you could hear him.

Eddie burst back in, holding a small stack of books and some sheets of paper.

“We’re designing DnD characters!” He quickly moves to put the books on the table, spreading them out to that each of the covers was visible, handing both you and Steve one of the three sheets he’s holding.

You can see the excitement on his face as he slides in next to you, beaming at you for a second before grabbing one of the books.

“My campaign is coming to its end soon, because the school year is ending and all. I really want to run another one and I wanted you two to be a part of it! So… I wanted to sit down with both of you so we could all design characters together!” everything in his voice carried excitement, especially as he tried his hardest to supress the massive grin that fought to be on his face.

“Eds, if you wanted to do this, all you had to do was ask,” you chuckle out, nudging him with your elbow and smiling at his enthusiasm.

Eddie reached forwards, grabbing one of the books and pulling it towards him, intending to use it to lean on more than anything seeing as he had read the thing cover to cover more times than you could count.

Before he could start scribbling on the page, both of you hear Steve clear his throat. Looking up, Steve’s lips were taught and pulled into a straight line, stiff and drawn in posture radiating awkwardness.

“Yeah? What’s up pretty boy?” Eddie was not rummaging around in his pockets for a pen, realising that he hadn’t brought one through with everything else.

“I don’t know how to make a character… I don’t know anything about DnD…” Steve trailed off a little as he spoke, trying not to seem stupid in front of his friends.

“Shit,” Eddie mumbled, picking up the book that had been abandoned on his lap, along with the sheet, getting up and moving to sit next to Steve. “Well then, let me help you.”

You watched both of them for a second, looking over as Eddie opened the book, showing Steve the races and pointing out which one would probably be easiest to handle for a first-time player. You rather quickly drown them out, grabbing a different book and lying down on the couch on your front. Slowly you started to fill in the sheet, starting with a name and taking a moment to consider race and class. You found yourself unable to go any further without the book Eddie was currently using, so you looked over to the both of them, watching Steve stare at the pages in confusion.

“Wait so… what?”

“You have to choose a class Stevie, so you can have special attributes.”

“No, I get that I just… How do I choose? Is there something I have to do? Is it about rolling a dice or…?”

“No, you just choose one you like, doesn’t matter how you choose it. But some classes do go better with some races-“

You chuckled, cutting Eddie off and causing him to stare at you. A look of ‘what’re you laughing at?’ on his face. You didn’t bother telling him, knowing it would go straight to his head if you said watching him explain something he liked was cute.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt just… Maybe Steve would suit a bard?” It was a joke you knew only Eddie would get. A look crossed Steve’s face as soon as Eddie started to laugh.

“What? What’s so funny?” Steve’s face looks as if its going a little red in embarrassment, looking quickly between you and Eddie, trying desperately not to be left out of the seemingly inside joke.

You’re chuckling finally dies down, and you smile at Steve, shaking your head at him and smiling more at his embarrassment.

“Don’t worry Steve, its ok. There’s just a bit of a joke in the DnD community that bards are… especially horny,” you spoke with unintended slyness, almost cackling when he looked shocked. You finally sat up, letting your legs fall apart and relaxing back into the sofa, placing a hand over your stomach. If you laughed anymore, you knew your stomach was about to hurt.

Steve had begun to see the humour in the situation, starting to snicker instead of sitting in embarrassment or anger. That was until Eddie lifted his arm up to rest his elbow on Steve’s shoulder, chuckling and saying something that made Steve embarrassed and angry all over again.

“I bet I’d make a better bard, they do have to be good at sex after all,” his voice carried with a laugh, purposely taunting Steve.

“I’ll have you know I’m great at sex,” Steve scoffed, standing up and placing his hands on his hips, staring down at Eddie.

“I bet you’ve never even eaten a girl out.” Eddie stood up, not one to let people push him around, standing chest to chest with Steve.

“I have, and I’m great at it.”

“Prove it.”

Silence fell over the room, you trying to hold back laughter, Steve standing in utter shock and Eddie with his chest puffed out.

“Wh-“ Steve started, before Eddie stopped him by holding a hand up.

“Prove it.” This time Eddie gestured towards you, arms sweeping out in a grand gesture. Steve’s eyes follow the movement and quickly meet yours. It stays like that for a second, both of you expecting the other to look away first, neither of you willing to let embarrassment get the best of you.

Steve won out however, when he moved to slot himself between your spread legs, leaning down to place his hands on your thihgs.

“Are you ok with this?” His voice was gentle, heavier than it normally would be. His hands slid slowly up your thighs, resting just above half way up. You could feel the pressure of his hands as he actually lent on them, holding himself up. You could also feel the heat rising to your face, the subtle burning in your cheeks daring you to break eye contact with Steve.

“Yes.” You weren’t even entirely sure what you were agreeing to, but you didn’t feel like you needed to. His large, warm hands on your upper thighs was enough to fog your mind and have you agree to anything he asked of you.

Steve looker over at Eddie for just a second, watching the mischievous glint that had previously been in his eyes disappear. His face dropped, reddening as Steve fell to his knees between your thighs. Slowly, his hands slid up the inside of your thighs, fingers teasing the seems of your jeans.

Steve’s fingers found the centre seem, resting right over your crotch. His thumb pressed down for a second, eliciting a gasp of surprise from you before sliding up to rest over your stomach, quickly finding the button of your jeans. It didn’t take a second for him to pop them open, showing smoothness that only came with practice.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” You understood much better what Steve was asking of you now. He was going to prove Eddie wrong, and you were going to be involved. Your breathing got heavier, Steve’s hands sliding to your hips, hooking gently into the top of your jeans.

“Yes… Yes, I want to do this.” Your voice is soft as you speak, holding onto the sofa cushions the best you can.

There was no verbal response to what you said, only Steve’s gentle hands pulling down your jeans. His hands were large and warm as they pulled down the fabric, sliding it fully down your legs until he could take it and discard it next to him. Eyes once again look up to meet yours as he leans in, kissing your clit over your boxers. He let his tongue slip from between his lips, pressing it against you through the fabric before his hands once again reached up to your hips.

Large, slightly calloused fingers dip into the waistband of your boxers, pulling down the fabric in the same way he had pulled down the jeans.

Suddenly, you become acutely aware of the other set of eyes trained on your face. Eddie. Looking up, you find the deep brown eyes staring into yours, lot looking embarrassed to be caught staring. Hell, he looked positively enthralled. The presence of Eddie’s eyes on you helped you remember the situation you were in.

Eddie’s place, in his living room, only wearing a shirt. All while Steve sits between your legs and stares at your hot, bare cunt, ready to eat you out.

Slowly, Eddie began to move towards you – feeling almost like a predator with the hungry sparkle in his eyes. Yet he didn’t touch you. Instead, he laced his right hand into Steve’s hair, pulling his head back to stare down into his eyes.

“You hesitant big boy? Makes me think you haven’t done this before.” Even in this situation, Eddie couldn’t resist teasing Steve.

“I do know how to do this.” Steve, refusing to let Eddie be right, moved in until he was an inch away from your heat.

For a second, his breath fanned out over your cunt, making you shiver. Eddie’s eyes trained on your body didn’t help, making your face burn in embarrassment. You had to look away, turning your face to watch Steve, which was a mistake. He was staring at you, mesmerised by how you look.

“Obviously you’ve never done this before,” Eddie said, hand still tangled in the pretty brunette hair that belongs to Steve. No one could get a word in before Eddie pushed Steve’s mouth against your cunt. There was a second of silence where you felt as if Steve was going to pull away and shout at Eddie – but it didn’t happen. Instead, you felt a tongue push gently against your folds, tentatively exploring.

You look down, trying to meet Steve’s eyes only to find them completely closed. Everything on his face said he was loving this. So, you decided to do the same.

You let your eyes fall closed, revelling in the sensation of Steve’s face pressed against your cunt. His tongue started to slowly drag through your folds, starting at the bottom and pulling all the way up to the top. The warmth of his tongue pulled shudders from your body, thighs tensing up with each movement he made. Eventually, his tongue began dragging further up, pressing against your clit. The sudden attention to the sensitive bundle of nerves made your legs jolt, shooting up from next to Steve’s shoulders to pressing around his head.

Subtly, he started to move his face, almost rocking it up and grinding it against your cunt. Gentle moans fall from your lips at the feeling, his tongue dragging from bottom to top before he gentle circles your clit. He does his over and over, slowly creating a warm pool in your lower stomach.

Just as you could feel the pleasure building and become substantial, you felt Steve pull away.

Except it wasn’t Steve, it was Eddie. Eddie had kept his hand tangled in Steve’s hair the whole time and was now using his grip to pull him away from your cunt.

Steve opened his eyes, half lidded and blown with lust. His lips and chin glistened with your slip, lips slightly parted. You could hear this breathing, deep but not heavy or rushed. Everything about his face said he was loving it. Large hands slowly traced up the outside of your thighs, shaking slightly before reaching your hips. Slowly, fingers grip the soft flesh, and you realise Steve is trying to pull you closer. You shift slightly as he tugs on your hips, Eddie quickly pulling him away from you further.

“So… You gonna tell me if you’ve actually done this before?” Eddie leant down, crouching down to look at Steve’s face from the side.

Hazy eyes flicker to the right for a second, accompanied by the tightening on your hands on your hips. Steve looks as if he’s going to scowl with inpatients when he finally turns his ever so slightly so he isn’t looking at Eddie out of the corner of his eye.

“Once,” He forced out, voice stuck in his throat while he waited for Eddie to let go so he could please you once again.

“Guess ill just have to show you how to do it then.” Eddie, with a little force, pushed Steve’s face back into your cunt.

There wasn’t even a moment of hesitation before you felt a tongue on your clit once again. Pleasure shot up your spine, pulling a small, quiet moan from your lips.

Steve’s tongue was once again dragging gently through your folds. Pushing out further and further to indulge in you. You could feel his tongue teasing your entrance, slowly moving around it. The groans that resonated from deep in his throat pulsed pleasure out from your core, rolling in hot waves through your body. He started to roll his face against you again, moaning more as he does.

Steve’s hands massaged your hips, pushing into your soft flesh and pulling you closer, harder against his mouth. You link your ankles together, pulling them into his back to pull him closer against you. That’s when you feel his tongue slip into your entrance, teasing you and stretching into your cunt.

Your hand quickly dug into his hair, avoiding Eddie’s hand and pulling him into you. The gorgeous, gentle pleasure that pulled through your body had you rolling your hips into his face at the same time as his subtle movements. A knot starts to tie itself into your stomach as he continues, building more and more with each stroke of his tongue.

All it takes for you to reach a point of ecstasy is for an especially throaty moan from Steve, the vibration carrying through and into your clit. Your thighs pull around his head, keeping him pressed against your cunt.

Steve finally pulls away from your cunt, taking long, deep breaths and looking into your eyes with his own deep, brown ones.

“Well than big boy, guess you do know how to eat pussy.” Eddie smirks, stroking Steve’s hair in an uncharacteristically caring way.

“I told you I could…” Steve was stroking your hips, gently rubbing his thumbs over your soft hips. Slowly you began to come down from your high, starting to even out your breathing, letting your eyes flutter shut only to be interrupted by the slow drag of calloused fingertips up your thighs.

“Don’t relax yet, its my turn.” Eddie’s voice dripped with mischief and heat, especially as he hung over you, hair falling to frame his face.

Steve didn’t hesitate, instantly pulling himself out from between your legs, although his hands lingered on the soft flesh of your thighs. However, as soon as Steve’s hands left your body they were replaced with Eddie’s, who had already dropped to his knees and shuffled between your legs.

You look down at him, settled between your legs and smiling up at you with that almost ever-present mischievous smirk on his face. He pressed the side of his face into your inner thigh, you could feel the mild prickling of stubble against the sensitive skin.

Just as you were about to say something to Eddie, something snarky in an attempt to throw him off, he placed a gentle kiss against your thigh. Then another and another. Slowly, he began to make his way up your legs, humming gently with each kiss. Small vibrations trickled from his lips into your thighs, pulling the smallest moments of miniscule pleasure from you.

He kept kissing upwards, further and further towards your core. Eventually his hands came to join in, splaying open across your inner thighs. Once again you could feel the callouses, dragging across the skin.

All of a sudden, Eddie was pushing your legs apart, almost painfully far. Then he was indulging on you, lips and tongue moving in a synchronized rhythm though your already soaked folds. Instantly, a high-pitched moan was pulled from your throat, head being pulled back and eyes scrunching shut.

If it wasn’t for the fact it happened so fast, you would’ve reached out and grabbed eddies hair. But you had no time to do that as the pleasure sunk deep into your body, so instead you grabbed the closest things to you – Steve’s thigh and the edge of the couch.

The world seemed to fall away around you for a second before you were back to reality, consumed by the pleasure of the man between your legs. His tongue moving quickly to tease your entrance, pilling away to find your clit for a second before going back to it.

When you looked down, he didn’t look like Steve had just moments before. His brows were furrowed in concentration, almost making him look concerned. But you knew he was loving it, especially when his hands dug into your thighs, gripping them and holding them open further so he could get more access.

His right hand left your thigh, removing a weight you didn’t know you found so comforting until it was gone. As soon as the thought passed, you realised he was stretching his arm up towards your face, two fingers pointing directly at your face. You know what he wanted.

Doing your best to lean forwards, you open your mouth and let his pointer and middle finger slide into your mouth. You couldn’t help but moan around them, sucking gently and swirling your tongue around them. Taking special care to drag your tongue over the pads.

Slowly, he pulled his saliva-coated fingers from your mouth, a small string of spit connecting them to your shining lips. Quickly, he brings his hand back down, careful not to bump anything with the wet fingers.

Once his hand is back next to his head, the back of his hand resting against your thigh, he pulls away from your pussy. You crane your neck to look at him as he does, watching him stare at you with almost crossed eyes because of how close he is.

Carefully, he takes the wet fingers and pressed the tips against your entrance. Pleasure is already starting to tingle outwards from your core, and it only grows once he slides one finger into you. A small mewl spills from your lips as he drags it against your walls, pulling it out almost as quickly as he had pushed it in. There wasn’t a moments hesitation however, as he gently eased his finger back into you, only this time it was accompanied by the second one. Experimentally, he dragged them across your walls, palm turned towards to sky. You were beginning to moan louder, feeling gravity starting to tug on your head in an attempt to once again pull it back to rest on the coach. And you were about to give in, until you caught a glimpse of Eddie looking up at you. His almost black eyes were staring into your own, unreadable expression on his face as he kept thrusting his fingers into you.

You felt a soft pressure pushing up against your walls, finding your sweet spot almost immediately and causing a loud moan to spill from your lips. With that, Eddie let his eyes drop back down to where his fingers were now buried inside you. It didn’t take long for him to close his eyes, pressing his mouth back against your dripping core and finding your clit with his tongue.

He swiftly set a pace, natural and soft despite the atmosphere. His fingers continued to curl up and into that soft, sweet spot while his tongue found your clit, rolling over it in tight circles. Moans were flowing freely into the air, intersected by mumbled of his name that never reached completion.

Gradually, the hand that had been gripping the edge of the sofa cushion moved to dig its way into Eddie’s hair, pulling some of the mass of curls away from his face. You could feel him moaning against you, the quiet rumbling in his throat just adding to the pleasure of the sensation.

You could feel yourself quickly approaching the edge, legs beginning to tremble – almost jump – with every tiny circle drawn over your clit. The fingers inside you started to pick up pace and curled with a little more force.

With one final groan from Eddie, you finally tipped over the edge, gripping his hair in a feeble attempt to keep yourself grounded. Everything felt as if it was falling away for a second, especially with your eyes scrunched shut.

The feeling of Eddie removing his fingers from your sensitive cunt is what pulled you back to reality, reminding you that you were in fact on his sofa, beside Steve – who’s thigh was still grasped in your hand.

Steve’s hand came to cover yours, pulling it up from his thigh in favour of tangling his fingers with yours. It didn’t take him long to start running his thumb in small arches over your hand. The sensation was comforting and, after the experience you just had, was pulling you further and further towards the cradle of sleep.

And you’re sure you would’ve drifted off had it not been for Eddie standing from between your legs, gripping your face with his left hand and pulling you to look at him. Far to close to nodding off to ask him what he was doing, you just sat in stunned silence. Apparently, that’s what he wanted, as he leaned forwards to kiss you, pressing soft lips against your own. Not even a second later you started kissing him back, moving in tandem with him, relaxing into the sensation.

You could feel the still wet fingers of his right hand against your thigh, especially as he gripped it. His hand moved almost as if he was massaging your thigh, running thumb over the inside of it. You could feel him moving closer, moving to press his body against yours.

The hand that had been holding your face moved to cup the back of head, tilting your face up into the kiss even more. It was sweeter than you had expected it to be, soft and gentle – something you hadn’t expected form Eddie.

When he pulled away, his eyes were fuzzy and blown wide, staring into your own. He was beautiful. Once again you were wide awake, staring at the man in front of you, finally coming to notice the hard on pressing against your crotch.

“Take it you want something else?” You hum quietly, reaching up to brush his hear out of his face, looking between his eyes.

“If you want it too, then yes.” It didn’t take him a second to answer, and he was already slowly rocking his hips into yours, causing pleasure and heat to once again pool between your legs.

You didn’t answer, instead pulling him back into a much harder kiss, wrapping your legs around his waist and digging a hand into his hair, letting the other rest on his shoulder. His right hand moved quickly to his hip, desperately trying to unbuckle his belt.

Your hands pulled away from where they were sat and glide down his body, coming to rest once you’ve hooked your fingers into the hem of his jeans. You pull him closer using the hold on his jeans, only then brushing your fingers towards the buckle.

You struggle a little, but eventually undo the buckle, pulling the belt free from his jeans and throwing it aside. Making quick work of the button and zipper, you unwrap your legs from his waist and tug the jeans down his legs.

Only then do you hear the sound of a soft, strangled moan. Eddie pulls away from the kiss, looking to his right. Steve looks shameful, keeping his face tilted towards the ceiling all while his right hand was stuffed down his pants. You could see the movements, he was trying to pump his fist around his cock but was struggling with such little room.

“You want a go Stevie boy?” Eddie smirks as he speaks, the normal teasing flare seeping back into his voice with every passing second. “You want to get your dick wet?” He stands from between your legs, leaning over to hold Steve’s face and turn it to look at his own. From the look In Steve’s eyes, you could tell he was desperate for Eddie to do something, initiate something.

Eddie’s face was inches away from Steve’s, you were almost sure they were going to kiss. But Eddie pulls away, moving from between your legs and standing to your left.

“Get up then Steve,” His voice was commanding, ordering Steve to stand up. He gestured to the space in front of you, in front of him, waiting for Steve. Steve didn’t hesitate, hurriedly standing and almost stumbling over his own feet to get there.

As soon as Steve was in the right place, Eddie dropped to his knees – producing an almost painful sound – and beginning to expertly undo the tight jeans that were almost painfully restrictive. Eddie didn’t bother to pull down just his jeans, instead pulling down his boxers too and freeing his dick straight away.

You marvelled at it, thick and relatively long, easily 7 inches – probably more. And you were going to have that inside you. Fuck.

Eddie was face height with it, his eyes blown wide and mouth hanging open slightly.

“I knew you were packing but this? Should’ve said something before, would’ve got bigger condoms,” Eddie murmured, getting back on his feet and walking away towards his room. Steve stood in front of you with his pants around his ankles.

“Fucking hell.” Was all you could get out, mumbling under your breath as you stared at his cock.

“What?” He seemed a little worried, staring at you with a little concern. “Don’t… You don’t like it?...”

“Don’t?... God Steve that is the wrong impression. It’s just… big, is all.” You smile up at him as Eddie finally reappears, condom in hand.

“You gonna put it on, or should I?” Eddie’s voice is sultry, and you realise he had ditched his shirt while he was in his room, now only adorning his boxers.

Steve stuttered but held his hand out after a moment of hesitation, almost as if he wanted to flirt back, wanted to tell Eddie to do it. The nail-polish laden fingers of Eddie pressed the foiled wrapped item into his hands. Steve fumbled for a second, ripping open the packaging and rolling it onto his stiff cock.

Hands wrapped around Steve’s waist, twisting his body towards you – Eddie’s hands. His chin rested on Steve’s shoulder as he guided him forwards. Once both men were situated between your legs you could hear Eddie whispering directly in Steve’s ear.

“You knew I liked them. I told you. I told you just how much I liked them but here we are. You’re going to fuck them first, get your dick wet first.” As Eddie spoke, Steve began to once again fist his cock – slowly but methodically moving his hand around himself. “You got to eat them out first, hear them moan because of you first and now this? God Steve, you’re lucky you’re hot.”

Steve let out a small, almost non-existent moan. He began to line his cock up with your sensitive cunt, pushing forwards as Eddie guided his hips, sliding in easily despite his girth. The drag of his cock eliciting a long, throaty moan from you.

“Fuck,” Steve whispered, trailing off as he looked at your face. Everything about him said adoration, absolute pleasure and adoration.

He slowly began to move, Eddie’s hands still on his hips, trying to find a pace that was good for the both of you. Only now were you begging to realise how overly-sensitive you, the feeling of him inside you almost making you squirm.

Whimpers were starting to be tugged from your throat, spurring Steve to move faster. His hands finding your hips, just about moving you in time with his thrusts, bouncing you ever so slightly.

Eddie moved away, standing to the side before falling onto the sofa, watching the both of you keenly. His hand fell down to his stiff cock, palming himself through his dark green boxers.

The combination of Steve’s thrusting and the look on Eddies face had you moaning loudly, throwing your head back and not worrying about your volume.

Your hands were on Steve’s shoulders, pulling him in and mumbling things that he couldn’t comprehend. But it didn’t matter, all that mattered was the pleasure. One hand moved to dig into the back of his hair, tugging it and pulling him into a rough kiss. You couldn’t keep your mouth closed, moaning into the kiss and feeling him slide his tongue into your mouth.

Soon enough, both of you were moaning in unison, his thrusts becoming sloppy. You could feel yourself nearing your third orgasm as he approached his first. Neither of you were going to hold on much longer. He was moaning more, messily breaking the kiss to moan your name. You couldn’t help but moan his, lifting your legs to wrap around his waist.

Steve quickly gripped your thighs, keeping them tightly wound around his waist, his hips only moving faster yet more out of rhythm. He finally pulled away from the kiss, burying his head into the crook of your neck instead.

“Fuck Steve!” you shout, squeezing your thighs around him and cumming again, the overstimulation finally setting in and causing you to whine and mewl sharply.

Steve wasn’t far behind, hips stuttering as he came, riding out his orgasm with gentle thrusting. You were starting to feel tears brimming in your eyes, even the gentle thrusting becoming too much.

“Shit, Steve-“ You gasp, pushing at his shoulders now, trying to get him off of you, legs shaking and breathing becoming hard.

He seemed confused, looking down at you and slowly pushing his torso up. His hips still as he looks at you, concerned.

“Are you ok?” He trails off as he speaks looking down your body only to look back up and meet your eyes a second later. “Do you want me to get off of you?”

You nod, whining, pushing gently at his shoulders. Yes, the pleasure is immaculate but you need a break. He pulls out of you, stepping out from between your legs and holding your face gently. He seems concerned, but it lessened when you nuzzled your face into the palm of his hand.

“Was it too much?” He wanted to make sure you were ok, and you were. Shaking your head, he seemed satisfied, finally standing fully to pull the spent condom off. He tied the top into a tight knot and walked off to find the bin.

That’s when Eddie took his chance, sliding up next to you and pulling your head to his chest. The sound of his heart beat, the gentle breathing, had you relaxing against him. You wanted to fall asleep. To drift off against the man who was cradling your nearly shaking form. Especially as his hands started to threat through your hair, started to rub and massage your scalp.

“Do you want anything?” He asked in a hushed voice, still petting your hair, still holding you close.

“You,” You mumbled, still calming down but desperate for Eddie’s touch.

“Sweetheart, you need a break.” He planted a kiss on the top of your head, using his hand to pull you against his face. “Don’t worry about me.”

“I’m not worried, I want you.” You look up at him, stare flickering between his eyes and his lips. You were desperate for his touch. “Please, Eddie, I want you.”

Eddie hesitated, the hand that hadn’t been in your hair hovering over your bare hip. Everything about him was desperate, wanting to grab you, push you down onto the sofa, use you, make you feel good.

“Safe word?” it was barely audible, but you hear it, especially with his mouth so close to your ear.

“Red.” Was all you could get out before you were pressing your lips against his. They were just as soft as before, just as intoxicating.

He began to push you down, guiding you onto his sofa, still kissing you. A hand was supporting your back while the other cradled your face. Everything was so gentle and sweet, once again Eddie was acting like a man you had never met before.

Your rough, brash, enthusiastic Eddie had melted away. Showing you the soft, gentle man underneath. But you didn’t have time to think about how much you loved it as Eddie’s hand slid out from behind your back. He was wiggling, attempting to remove his boxers from his hips without pulling away from your kiss.

Before you had a chance to reach down in an attempt to help, Eddie was shoving his boxers down just enough to free his cock. You could feel it rubbing against your slick, his hips slowly rocking to run it against your cunt.

“Let me go get a condom,” Eddie mumbled against your lips, pushing himself off of you. But you pulled him back in, kissing him again.

“Fuck it, I’m on birth control.” You looked straight into his eyes, a look in your eyes that you hoped he understood as ‘you can still go get one if you want to’.

“Are you sure?” He didn’t move, in fact he started to rock his hips again.

You just nodded and pulled him into a kiss once again, humming against his lips. The head of his cock was now starting to rub directly against your clit, especially with the soft, sharp thrusts that he was using.

After a few more thrusts, Eddie got tired and reached down, lining himself up and pressing the head of his cock against your entrance. He pulled away to look at you, straight into your eyes, something behind those dark brown pools was so soft. He didn’t look away as he pushed into you, slowly but surely bottoming out in you. You could feel him pushing your limits, pressing as far into you as he could.

“Fuck,” you whispered, out of breath from the feeling already. It was amazing.

“You ok?” He mumbled, now cupping your face with both hands. The slight callouses on his hands brought more comfort than they should’ve.

“Please… Move…” you mumbled, reaching up to hold the back of his head.

He nodded, rocking his hips at first, slow and steady. His hands moved, sliding down to your hips and holding them gently.

It didn’t take long before he started to speed up though, thrusting faster and finding an almost brutal pace. His cock was felt like it was pushing further and further into you. A delicious, building friction that pushed up and up. Your moans grew louder with every thrust, your moans of his name breathy and whiney.

He buried his face into your neck, panting slightly, gripping your hips tighter and pulling them upwards and towards his. You could feel yourself curling upwards as Eddie pulled your body. He was thrusting ever harder, groaning your name and mumbling something about pleasure. You didn’t bother to try and figure out what it was though, to consumed with your own pleasure to even attempt to decipher what he meant.

The heat was building in your stomach, a tightening pleasure that was shutting down your higher brain functions. The only thing you could do was moan, beg for him to keep going, beg for him not to stop. The perfect pleasure was just overwhelming, your sensitive cunt barely being able to take anymore.

Eddie’s thrusting finally drives you over the edge, forcing your back into a sharp arch as your hands fly down to grip at the fabric of the sofa. The slightly course fabric scrunched under your tight grip as your orgasm washed over you.

Eddie didn’t stop thrusting, riding through the pleasure of your orgasm with you. There wasn’t a chance to come down from the pleasure, especially not as Eddie was now only chasing his own.

His thrusts were now becoming sloppy, fast and punching but completely unrhythmic. He was drawing ever closer to his orgasm.

He pulled out, dropping your hips and giving you reprise from the relentless overstimulation. But he didn’t stop pleasuring himself. Instead he began to fist his dick, grunting as his hips snapped forwards in a pathetic attempt to match the rhythm of his pumping fist.

His orgasm finally comes, a sharp moan rising from deep in his chest as he makes a mess all over your chest – still covered by your shirt.

Once he was done, thighs no longer twitching and breath evening out, he fell back onto his haunches. Kneeled between your legs, he looks down at you and smiles – that same soft smile from earlier.

“C’mere, lets get that off you,” he speaks with a smile, reaching over to slide his hands under your shirt. You let him slide it off of you, raising your arms and watching him discard the ruined shirt to the side.

Only now did you realise Steve was standing to the side, having pulled his boxers back on. He padded over, gentle as ever and slid his arms under your shaking body. He pulled you up, pressing you to his chest.

“Take ‘em to my room,” Eddie spoke, already starting to clean up the living room as Steve walks away. “Get them a pair of my boxers and a shirt.”

Steve sets you on Eddie’s bed, atop his blanket and silently starts to shuffle around the room, attempting to find a clean pair of boxers and a shirt. It takes him a minute but he finds one eventually.

You reach out to take it but he ignores you, rolling the t-shirt in such a way that would ley him slide it onto your body easily. There was no point fighting, so you held your arms out and let his dress you. He slides the boxers on to, taking a moment to kiss your clothed shoulder before he stands.

Eddie then joins you, smiling at you as he puts on music, making sure to pick something that isn’t too loud or jarring. He jumps onto his own bed, bouncing on the mattress slightly.

“We’ll then Steve.” He smirks, pulling back the blanket to slide under it, pulling the both of you under with him. “I’d say you’re defiantly worthy of being a bard.”

A soft chuckle comes from the man now on the other side of you as he wraps his arm around your waist, lying down and cuddling you close to him.

“After this, I’d be offended if you said I wasn’t.”

Jeez, don’t die on me!

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Prompt: "Jeez, don't die on me!"

"Don't tell me what to do, I'll die whenever the hell I want!"

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Warning: Blood Mentions, Swearing, knife wound

Word Count: 800+

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- ___?... ___! Where the hell are you! - I heard through the earpiece, I didn't have much strength to speak and much less to move from the cold floor of that building. Blood was coming out of my body as I had some knife wounds on me. My muscles did not work a hundred percent due to the fatigue of fighting. This mission was not as important as the others, but being separated from the other teammates, the opponents were able to reach me faster.

It was Bucky, Steve, Natasha and me inside the fight. In the distance I could hear hurried footsteps running towards me, strong arms took me and brought me close to a chest, I saw a blur to which I couldn't decipher who it was, but once he spoke, I could tell him apart.

- ___, you're here!... You're... bleeding! It's too much...- Steve took my body in his arms and I felt how he ran towards what seemed to be the ship to return, I started complaining a little from the drastic change of position.

- Steve? ... Let go of me, I can… - I tried to get out of his grip, but I was too weak.

- Stop complaining at least once in your life and try not to close your eyes, okay? - I sighed and nodded slightly, I struggled not to close my eyes, but sleep was taking over me. He looked at my face for a few seconds, seeing how my eyes closed on their own.

- Jeez, don't die on me! - He let out an angry shout as he quickly entered the ship.

- Don't tell me what to do, I'll die whenever the hell I want!... And this is not my time to die. - I tried to sound as strong as possible, but came out weak and soft.

Shakily, he left my body on a nearby table. Before sighing loudly. - Not even when you are bleeding and dying, you can put aside your stubbornness. Now try to hold out until the tower to be healed.-

I opened my eyes a little, but closed them again because of the clarity of the lights. We waited for everyone until they arrived, and we started heading to the tower as quickly as possible. There was panic, sadness, fear, in everyone's eyes when they saw me on that table with blood around my body and on my clothes, but they kept quiet to not stress me more than I was. At times, I moved some part of my body, but there was always that hand that kept me still in my place.

- Steve, leave me alone, my body hurts, don't you see? Let me move a little. - I mumbled as I reached my trembling hand up to his to remove his hand. - Do you not understand that you should be calm without making an effort? - He responded in the same way, I could find concern in his voice.

- I'll be fine, ok? Remember, ___ never dies. I could burn your hand, but I have no strength. - I gave a small smile before opening my eyes a little, to meet his gaze. - I'm fine, don't worry too much and don't blame yourself either, I was the one who separated from you guys, I kinda deserved it. - I laughed softly until I saw a smile from that man. - There's the smile that I love, but please remove your hand, I want to move my muscles a little. -

After some talks and fights between us, we were able to reach the tower, and they immediately took me to surgery to close my wounds and give me blood transfusions because of the big loss I had. Hours later, already in my room, I heard the door open and a person enters, it was him.

- Hi... How do you feel? - He sat next to me and I turned a little as I could to see him. I smiled when I saw his eyes full of concern. - I feel awesome as if someone had hit me with a truck. I told you I'd be fine, but you're so in your mind that you never listen to me. - I saw when he started laughing and then he started looking for my hand, once he took it, he caressed my knuckles which were bruised from fighting.

- I'm fine now, stop worrying, in less than a week I'll be ready to kick your ass in practice. - I smiled happily and saw how he approached to kiss my forehead, I closed my eyes feeling his lips while I had a smile on mine. - For the first time, I will say that I would love for you to do it. - Only our laughter could be heard from the room, while everyone outside was listening to our conversation with a smile on their face.