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Requested - Yes - Anon - Royalty AU with Princess Reader where she is being forced to marry someone (another avenger) but she ends up with Bucky who isn’t royalty. Thanks!

Prompts - Royalty AU

You sat in the gardens; a book long forgotten lay on your lap as you looked up at the clouds passing by slowly. You dreamed about being free, free from everything but alas your future was already written out for you to follow perfectly, whether you wanted to or not. Though there were so many people who spent their days running around for you, desperate to please you, nobody actually cared what you wanted. You wanted freedom and equality but instead you got imprisonment and men who thought they knew best. You wanted to marry for love, not for business. Your father thought you foolish, laughing as you argued against him, his word was law and if he wanted you to marry Prince Rogers then you were expected to do so with a smile on your face.

You sighed, shaking your head. It wouldn’t do well do dwell on these thoughts, especially when you had no means of changing anything. Your father was a very old-fashioned man and believed you were not fit enough to run the Kingdom, didn’t think any women was worthy actually, he refused to do business with Kingdom’s like Anthis because they were ran by a Queen alone. He believed if a woman had to sit on the throne it should be next to her superior, the King.

You thought he was foolish and rather admired the Queen of Anthis. Running the Kingdom wasn’t all that appealing to you but that was your duty and you would do it but you refused to marry Prince Rogers. Though thinking back to the wedding dress that waited for you in your chambers, it was going to be a difficult task to avoid.

As much as you despised the thought of marrying Prince Rogers to help along a treaty and unite both of your Kingdoms, a part of you felt resigned, you didn’t want to disappoint your people but you had to stand by your beliefs and this went completely against them.

“Ah Princess Y/N!” A member of the help, officially known as a lady-in-waiting, called out in relief. Her job, along with many other helpers, was to ensure you were where you needed to be throughout the day. You’d mastered the art of sneaking away undetected at a young age, a fair accomplishment for somebody who is meant to be supervised every minute of every day.

“Cassandra.” You greeted as you stood, closing the book without marking a page knowing you never read a word from it.

Cassandra curtseyed to you and began directing you back to your room, talking about dress fittings and meetings as she did so. Cassandra had been a constant in your life, for a long as you could remember she was there, making sure you were where you were needed but also trying her best to give you a childhood. You had tried to tell her over the years that she needn’t be so formal with you but the words fell on deaf ears.

“Come now, my dear. Let’s get you fitted, that prince of yours is gonna be here soon.” You barely held back a groan, it wasn’t ladylike to groan, especially not in the presence of others, that was something you’d be told off for a lot growing up.

“Can’t wait.” You told her, forcing a smile onto your face. You made you way to the divider, not sure why as most of the help in the room followed you behind it, helping you strip and change into your wedding dress.

That’s another thing you hated about this life, you couldn’t even pick your own dress, albeit the dress that was chosen was beautiful, it wasn’t what you’d imagined wearing on your special though. But then again, you’d also imagined you’d know the man you were marrying so you should have expected it.

“Oh Y/N, my dear.” Cassandra gasped as you stepped out into the middle of the room. “You look like a…” Here she trailed off, looking sheepish as she did.

“Like a princess.” You laughed softly, looking in the mirror. She wasn’t wrong, you looked like the epitome of a princess, white gown puffing out Cinderella style. The gown was elegant, as was the necklace that lay around your neck, one of the last few things you owned of your mothers. You touched the necklace gently before turning away from the mirror.

“Not much to adjust.” One of the dressmakers told the room, “won’t take more than half an hour to fix then you can meet your Prince.” She smiled at you.

“Thank you.” You smiled, staring ahead as they got to work. True to her word she was done within the half hour and before you knew it you were back in a comfortable gown; the top part of the dress was fitting at the top but relaxed into a flowy skirt. The royal blue gown held simple golden accessories that complimented both you and the dress beautifully.

The walk was both too quick and too slow. Time moved strangely as you stood outside of the doors that would lead into the throne room. Inside that room was your father, King Y/L/N, your future husband, Prince Rogers and his father King Rogers. The Kingdoms had been at war with each other for as long as anyone could remember and by marrying the Prince you would secure peace for the Kingdoms.

You felt selfish for wanting your own freedom when others had it so much worse but at the end of the day a golden cage is still a cage.

With a deep breath you nodded to the guards and they opened the doors for you.

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“Father, I have to protest.” Steve said upon hearing the news.

“Son, this is the only way to secure the protection of our Kingdom. I hate to ask it, I really do, but by marrying the Princess you will have brought peace to our Kingdom.” Steve let out a sigh, trying not to get angry in front of the prying eyes.

“We will discuss this later, Father.”

“There is nothing more to discuss, this time next week you will be married. It’s about time too.” With that King Rogers turned and walked away, leaving Steve in the throne room with the knights and help.

“Come on, pal.” That was Bucky, he had been friends with Bucky since they were children. Bucky was the son of a maid and received permission from the King so that he could keep Steve company as she worked.

Bucky dragged Steve out of the room and out of the castle, towards the stables. It wasn’t long before the two were riding off into the woods, riding for a long time before they stopped to give the horses a rest.

“It won’t be all bad, right? I mean she is a princess, that’s gotta count for somethin’?” Bucky asked as they sat down in a field.

“It’s not that.” Steve sighed. “I just, mom would never want me to marry for anything other than true love and she isn’t it.”

“I know pal.” Bucky sympathised as he rested his hand on his friends’ shoulder. “But what are we gonna do?”

“I wish I knew, Buck, I really do.”

After a short moment of silent Bucky spoke up.

“I’d offer to run away with you into the sunset but no offence I’ve grown pretty fond of life in a castle.” That got a laugh out of Steve and just like that the mood was lifted.

“Jerk.” Steve laughed as he shoved Bucky.

“Punk.” Bucky grinned before declaring a race back to the castle.

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“Hey, relax. I know this situation is ridiculous but short of letting the war continue what else can you do?” Bucky asked as the carriage pulled up to the Y/L/N’s castle.

“Too late to ask you to run away with me?” Steve laughed nervously.

“Sorry pal, I gotta take the soft beds over forest floors any day.” Bucky grinned.

They were greeted by the King as they exited the carriages, King Rogers and his royal advisor travelling in a different carriage to Bucky and Steve.

“King Rogers.” King Y/L/N greeted the King with a firm handshake.

“King Y/L/N, it’s good to see you.”

“Likewise! And this must be your son. Welcome to my Kingdom, Prince Rogers, we’re delighted to have you here.” King Y/L/N greeted Steve the same way he did his father. The King ignored Bucky and the other members of the royal house that had travelled with them.

They made their way to the throne room in relative silence to wait for the Princess.

“My daughter could not be happier to be wed to your son, Rogers. They will make a fine couple.” Y/L/N declared, not noticing how Steve rolled his eyes at Bucky who chocked back a laugh.

“Likewise, Steve cannot wait.” Before either of the Kings could continue their conversation, the door opened and in walked a beautiful young lady.

Steve had to admit she was beautiful but that is where his observations of you ended. Bucky, however, could have wrote essays about you walking through that door. From the way the dress hugged your body perfectly, to the way the colours compliment your skin, to the way you walked, to the smile that looked just a little too fake but still gorgeous, to the way you nervously pushed your hair behind your ear as all eyes were on you. Oh yes, Bucky had never had much skill with a quill but for you he could write poem after poem.

Steve noticed Bucky’s eyes widen and the slightly love struck look on his face and couldn’t help but grin as he nudged his friend. Bucky tensed up before clearly his throat as you walked up to the King’s.

“Father.” You greeted with a curtsy before turning to the newcomers.

“King Rogers,” You smiled with another curtsy, “it is an honour to have you in our Kingdom.”

“Prince Rogers, pleasure to meet you.” Here you curtsied again.

“Princess Y/L/N, what a pleasure it is.” He smiled, taking you hand and bending to kiss it like the perfect Prince was expected.

You couldn’t help but let your gaze drift from Prince Rogers and onto his acquaintance who gave you a small smile.

“How do you do? I’m Princess Y/N and you are?” You asked, stopping yourself from grinning as the man stumbled on his words, a flush of pink making its way onto his face.

“Me? Oh, um, I’m Bucky. Ma’am, you’re majesty. Princess!” You couldn’t help but giggle.

“Do excuse him, milady. Now, what do you say we leave these two in each other's company?”

“I think that is a splendid idea. Won’t you join me?” With that the two Kings left the room, everyone else filing out leaving you, Steve and Bucky.

“So.” Steve began looking around the room awkwardly.

“So.” You repeated, seems you were both thrilled with the arrangement then.

“I’ll just head to the chambers then.” Bucky announced, breaking the awkward silence that had settled in the room.

“No!” Both you and Steve exclaimed before turning to each other and laughing.

“Please stay. I insist.” You told Bucky as you placed a hand on his arm, looking at sincerely.

“Oh well, if you insist.” He said with a laugh, face lighting up. He looked at Steve who nodded, looking thankful and a little bit thoughtful.

“Come. You must see the gardens, they’re beautiful.” You told them before leading them out into the gardens.

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“The gardens mean a lot to you, huh?” Bucky asked, looking over at you questioningly. The two of you were walking side by side as Steve walked ahead.

“They belonged to my mother. She used to maintain them all the time. Since I was a little girl, she taught me how to care for them. It’s one of the few things in this castle that remind me she was actually here; you know? Not just some wonderful figment of imagination I made up to make being here bearable.” You told him, letting your hand trail over some sunflowers.

“They’re beautiful. You don’t like being a princess?” He asked.

“Not at all. I dream of running away, leaving this place behind. My father wouldn’t care, he doesn’t think I, or any woman, is fit for anything other than a man’s accessory, yet alone running a Kingdom. He sees things that should be beautiful and loving, like a marriage, as a chess piece. The war wasn’t going his way so his plan is to marry me off to a total stranger.” You ranted slightly before remembering yourself. “I apologise. It isn’t my place to talk of such things.”

“Don’t apologise. I ain’t a Prince or a royal so I don’t get it as much but it sounds lonely.” Bucky sympathised, running his hand against the back of yours. You looked down, smiling slightly.

“I suppose it is.” You agreed sadly.

“What would you do? If you were a normal person like me?” He asked in curiosity.

“I’d travel wherever I wanted. I’d love whoever I wanted to without caring about if they were a royal. I’d dress in comfier clothing and throw away all my corsets.” You laughed and Bucky joined in.

“Steve’s not a bad guy. You could’ve had it worse; he could have snored.” Bucky grinned as you laughed louder.

“Sometimes I wish I had a choice. I never even get to meet people.” You told him and he frowned before wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

“Trust me, the day’ll come when you’re free to do whatever you want. No rules, no Kings, no agenda. Just you and the world!” He exclaimed causing you to smile softly.

“I hope you’re right Bucky.” You whispered.

“I always am.” He whispered back.

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You left Steve and Bucky after a few hours of showing them the grounds and made your way to your library, by far one of you most favourite rooms in the castle. The walls stretched beyond the eye, every inch of the wall filled with more books than you could read, rows of bookcases filled the space, more books resting upon them. The sofa in the room was well worn filled with soft blankets and pillows. You spent more nights in here than you had your own room.

You’d been in the library for a few hours, already well into your second book when a noise startled you from the door.

“Sorry!” The voice exclaimed as you heard a crash. “Crap, sorry.”

“Bucky?” You asked whilst laughing.

“Y/N?” Bucky asked as he turned the corner and saw you sat on the sofa. “I mean your highness, Princess! Princess Y/N!”

“Relax, just call me Y/N.” You laughed.

“Right, Y/N. Sorry, it’s just with Steve it’s all very informal and…” Bucky trailed off as he looked around the room. “Holy cow, that’s a lot of books.”

“Yes, I know. It’s a blessing and a curse really.” You told him with a fond smile.

“Huh?” He asked.

“A blessing because with all these books how can one ever be truly alone? I mean it’s magical being transported into another world. But it’s a curse knowing that I can never read all these books in my lifetime.”

“You really like your books, huh?” He asked as he gestured to the seat next to you. You nodded and smiled at him.

“Just a bit.” You giggled. “So, what brings you to the library?” You asked, knowing it was late, or early depending on how you looked at it.

“Couldn’t sleep. Thought I’d come and explore.” He told you. “What about you?”

“I suppose I got caught up in another world.” You laughed, gesturing to your book, causing him to smile softly at you. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Sorry. It’s just, if you were any other girl in any other place, I would’ve tried my luck, you know? But you’re a princess who is meant to be marrying my best friend in two days.” He told you with a frown before his eyes widened. “Sorry! I didn’t- God, I’m sorry. Tell me to leave and I will.”

“I don’t want you to leave.” You told him, shocked by how true you found those words to be. “I don’t want you to leave.” You repeated more softly. “I don’t want to marry Prince Rogers and Prince Rogers most certainly does not want to marry me. So, pretend I’m a regular girl you met, no royal talk. What would you do?” You asked as you shifted closer to him.

“I’d tell you that you were the most beautiful girl I’d ever met. That the minute you walked through those doors this morning I knew I was gone. I’d tell you how I never cared much for all the fairy-tale beginnings but seeing you made me realise what those books were talkin’ about. I’d ask you to dance, I’d ask you on a date. I’d ask you to be mine.” He told you, his eyes never leaving yours, his words sincere. You felt your eyes widened and wished more than anything you were a normal girl who had met Bucky in the tavern.

You shocked both yourself and Bucky as you leant forward and pressed your lips together. A little unsure of what to do considering being a Princess didn’t mean a lot of free time for things such as kissing. You felt Bucky smile into the kiss before he took charge, moulding your lips together. His tongue brushing against your lower lip as the kiss deepened. Pausing only to pull away for air and to smile at you before going right back to your lips.

His lips left yours and trailed down to your jaw and towards your neck. You tilted your head, giving him better access and he pressed a kiss there before pulling away slightly causing you to whine.

“This okay, doll?” He asked you, his eyes wide and cheeks flushed.

“Better than okay.” You told him, pulling him down for a kiss.

“You sure?” He asked between them and you nodded.

He grinned at you before going back to your neck and leaving marks you’d love but curse in the morning. He pushed you down so you were lying across the length of the sofa, his arm resting on your hip the other on your breast. You let out a soft moan as you threw your head back, feeling him smirk into your neck.

He trailed kisses down your neck and stopped when he came to the low scoop collar of your shirt, his hand shifting down to the bottom of it and tugging at it questioningly.

“Please.” You whispered and Bucky took that as full permission, smirking as he lifted your shirt off and saw your breasts, he quickly attached himself to one of your boobs, sucking and pulling as he did, one of his hands coming to knead and pull at the unoccupied one leaving you a moaning mess.

The early morning saw you and Bucky together, cuddled on the couch after a night that you would say was quite possibly your best yet. Here, in this room, naked and hot, cuddled against Bucky’s chest, your heart still racing from the pure pleasure of having sex with him, made you wish, more than anything you were a regular girl.

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“Morning doll.” Bucky smiled softly as you groaned and shifted on his chest, the only thing keeping you from falling off the couch was his arms around your waist.

“Morning.” You yawned, rubbing tiredly at your eyes causing him to fall just a bit more.

“We should probably get up.” Bucky said regretfully, “last thing we want is someone finding us like this.” You agreed and before long the two of you were dressed and walking over to the door.

“I had fun last night.” Bucky told you with a smile as he brushed some hair from your face before cupping your cheek.

“Me too.” You giggled softly, turning your face slightly to kiss his palm.

“I wish things were different but Steve’s gonna be one lucky man.” He said, pain lacing his words. The frown on his face said more than his words did.

“Steve isn’t the one I want. Things could be different but without this deal...”  

“We all got our roles to play, doll.” Bucky said with an eye roll. “I’ll see you at breakfast.” He told you with a smile before leaning down to kiss you, which you happily returned.

“See you at breakfast.” You replied watching him leave the room first before sighing.

You really didn’t want to run the Kingdom. You hated being a royal.

You really did not want to marry Prince Rogers.

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“You slept with the Princess?” Steve whispered angrily as he pulled Bucky closer to him.

“Yes, and I don’t regret it, Steve. How could I? I mean she’s perfect.” Bucky told him with a smile that Steve had never seen on his friend.

“You love her.” He stated causing Bucky to look at him like he was an idiot.

“No, you idiot. I’ve known her a day, you can’t love someone in a day.” Bucky reasoned.

“True but you can know a lot about a person in a day. You know if you want them in your life, know that you want to spend your waking days with them.” Steve smiled.

“You know I don’t believe in that crap,” Bucky told him and then sighed causing Steve to grin, “but yeah. I left her this morning and it hurt. I want to wake up with her and go to sleep with her. I want to listen to her talk about her books, listen to her tell me the meaning of flowers and about the stars in the sky. I want to listen to her tell me her stories; I want to tell her mine. I want her, pal, and I can’t have her cause she’s a Princess and it kills me that she hates it here.” Bucky finished with a deep breath, feeling sadness settled into him.

“Why are you smiling like that?” Bucky asked as Steve grinned at him. It took him a moment to realise that he wasn’t grinning at him but something over his shoulder.

“Y/N!” He gasped as he turned around and saw you stood there.

“Bucky.” You rushed towards him, wrapping your arms around his neck, him returning the gesturing by placing his hands around your waist.

“What is the meaning of this? Barnes step away from the Princess this instant!” King Y/L/N snapped causing you all to jump.

“Y/N?” Your father turned to you. You hesitated, looking between Bucky, Steve and the Kings before touching your necklace. Your mother wouldn’t want this for you, she’d want you to be happy and even if this decision meant you leaving the castle, she would stand by you. Even if you left and you and Bucky didn’t work out, well then that’s the way things worked sometimes but you had wanted to give up your royal title for years now. This was just the first opportunity you felt brave enough to do so.

“Father, I hereby renounce my Royal Title in the form of Princess. I renounce my right to the throne as next in line and will leave the castle within the hour.” You told him, only a little shocked by how steady your voice was. You heard everyone around you gasp but paid them no mind.

“Y/N, if you are doing this because of the help.” He sneered and before he could continue you cut him off.

“His name his Bucky Barnes. You ought to be ashamed of yourself. Mother would never have forced me to marry somebody I didn’t love, she always told me to stay true to myself and be happy! That is what I am doing. This isn’t about Bucky, Steve or any other man in the Kingdoms. It’s about me!” You told him firmly, feeling Bucky rub your lower back caused you to relax slightly. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to pack.” With that you turned around, you dress flaring dramatically, and left the room.

“Excuse us too,” You heard Prince Rogers say, “we are going to help Y/N pack.” Moments later you had Steve on one side of you and Bucky on the other.

“Well doll I gotta say, I’m proud of you.” Bucky said as he pulled you into a deep kiss causing you to giggle when he pulled back.

“So, what will you do now?” Steve asked you and you shrugged.

“I’ve given it no thought and so many thoughts.” You told him, smiling as he looking at you questioningly. Before you could clarify you were stopped by King Rogers.

“There is a place for you in our home, anyone who can stand up to Y/L/N like that is welcome in my Kingdom.” King Rogers told you causing you to grin.

“Thank you so much.” You told him, curtsying as you did.

“C’mon doll, let’s get you outta here.” And with that the three of you went to pack. It wasn’t long before you said your goodbyes and were in a carriage with Bucky and Steve.

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A year had passed since your decision to renounce all royal titles and it was the best decision you had ever made. You had travelled, on your own, with Bucky, with Steve, and seen so much. You’d met so many different types of people from all walks of life. You missed your library but Steve made up for that when he showed you his, you spent a week exploring in there before Bucky and Steve convinced you to come out.

You missed your mothers garden terribly but you had started tending to the Rogers gardens, planting many flowers that your mother adored. It wasn’t the same but it kept her alive.

Whilst Steve and you got along amazingly both of you were glad you had stood up to your father and weren’t married. You had so much in common but Bucky was the one you wanted.

A year later the two of you were closer than ever, taking adventures together, enjoying each other’s company and still getting to know each other. Nights saw the two of you holding each other close whispering stories and secrets and sharing soft kisses in the soft light of the candles.

You both confessed you’re love to each other one late August night, the air still warm with a slight chill that let you cuddle together for warmth. He took you on a picnic down by the lake outside the castle and told you he loved you with all his heart, how everyday with you saw him smiling and happier than he’d ever been. You’d returned the gesture of love of course and the two of you stayed up until the early hours of the morning. Evidence of the night before there on your neck for Steve to joke about.

Leaving your Kingdom was the best decision you had ever made, you thought as you looked at Bucky who was laughing and Steve who smiled proudly.

Yeah, you wouldn’t trade that for anything.

Hehehe ☺️

Could you do a Chris Evans x reader where reader is a famous actress in the MCU and they’re best friends and they’re in love with each other but neither one knows and reader has to stay at Chris’ cause of the weather for a few days and it’s all angsty and eventual fluff

After All This Time

A/N: I’m so sorry this request took so long to do, I had no idea how to do this but I finally had a breakthrough with it and was able to do it the way you requested. I hope you enjoy it!!!!!!!!!!!! 

Word Count: 3,040

Warnings: angst, cheating boyfriend, language, fluff  

Chris Evans is by far, the greatest person in your life. You met him a couple of years ago when you were cast in an Avengers movie. Ever since then, you two have been inseparable. You were his best friend on and off screen, and he was yours. The chemistry between you two was undeniable, everyone saw it. You were always spotted in public together. Whether it was eating at a restaurant or going to theme parks.  The way you were with each other, you could easily be mistaken for a couple. Most of the time you were paired up together during press releases, and there was always a question that came up about your friendship.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t have some sort of romantic feelings for him, of course you did. And it would be also be a lie if he said he didn’t have feelings for you, too. You had been there for each other through everything. No matter how many times you were told “Just go for it. You both are obviously in love with each other. You always have been. What do you have to lose?”, neither of you ever did anything about your feelings, afraid the other person didn’t feel the same way. It was your biggest fear. Losing Chris terrified you in every way. 

There had been a period of a couple months when Chris had been dating someone, and she immediately did not want you around. Chris hadn’t noticed her controlling his relationship with you until he realized one night that he hadn’t had an actual conversation with you in 2 months. He broke up with her instantly and flew to go see you and apologized for being such an ass and letting some chick come in between your friendship. 

The couple of boyfriends you have had since knowing Chris had problems with him instantly. They never liked the fact that he was always around or how you always talked about him. No matter how many times you said “He’s my best friend”, they never accepted it. You always ended the relationship the minute he asked you to stop talking to Chris, but Chris never knew that. You know how guilty he’d feel if he knew he was basically the reason your relationships always ended. You always just said that you were too different or that it just didn’t work out. 

Chris was always there for you for every breakup. No matter where he was or what he was doing, you always managed to spend a couple of days with him. You watched trashy comedies and ate too much junk food on his couch for a couple days and spent every waking moment with him. 

This breakup had been particularly rough. You had met the one guy who never had a problem with your friendship. Josh was very supportive of you having someone in your corner and loved how well he treated you. Chris always respected the boundaries and never pushed his limits, so there was no issue. Chris hit it off with him, too. They got along really well and always seemed to have a good time whenever they were around each other. You loved seeing your boyfriend and best friend together. 

After a year of dating Josh you surprised him at work for your 1 year anniversary with some lunch. You went up to his office and knocked on the door before opening it and once you saw him making out with his half dressed coworker on his desk. Without saying anything you dropped everything in your hands and ran out the building, ignoring the pleads from Josh. You immediately got in your car and called Chris. 

“Y/N! How did the anniversary surprise go?” His voice rang through the phone. A sob left your mouth as you rested your forehead against your steering wheel, tears flowing.

“What’s wrong? What happened?” Chris’ voice laced with concern. 

“H-he’s cheating on m-me! W-with some g-girl from w-work!” You continued sobbing with the phone pressed against your ear. 

“Oh, Y/N. I’m so sorry. Did he tell you that he was or did you find something?” He asked. You took a few deep breaths to try and calm down before you continued.

“I went to his office and when I opened the door he was making out with his coworker. Half her clothes gone and his tongue down her throat.” You said, tears still freely falling. 

“What a fucking asshole. He’s lucky that I can’t go over there and rip him to shreds.” Chris spat. “Do you need me to go back? I can probably find a flight back tonight. I don’t want you to be alone.” He said calmly. You could hear him tapping on his computer, probably looking for flights back to LA. He was currently in Boston for a couple weeks in between filming. 

“I was thinking maybe I can fly out to you? I don’t want to be here, Josh knows where I go when I’m upset and I don’t want to deal with him right now. Plus I heard Boston is pretty nice this time of year. I’m tired of this 80 degree weather in January business.” You chuckled a little. You leaned back in your seat and closed your eyes. 

“I think that’s a great idea. My mom has been telling me nonstop how much she wants you to fly out here and see everyone again. I’ll book a flight for you. I’ll be at the airport to pick you up, okay?” He said. 

“Thank you, Chris. I don’t know what I would do without you.” You sighed. 

~

You’ve been in Boston with Chris for the past couple of days trying to come to terms with the fact that your relationship with Josh is over. You talked to him on the phone after not answering his dozens of calls and messages and decided that the relationship could never recover from what happened and you were better off not being with him anymore. 

Chris sat next to you on his couch as you hung up the phone, wrapping his arms around you as sobs left your mouth. After the 3 days or so, although you were still sad, you had started to become angry and frustrated. 

“I thought I had finally found a good one. I really did. I thought we were going to be in it for the long run.” You sighed, running your hand across Dodger’s soft fur. He had his head on your lap, almost like he could sense you needed to be comforted and loved. “We talked about moving in together and getting married and starting a family. At this point I might as well just settle for being a crazy catlady and give up on finding someone to settle down with. I’m almost 30 for fucksake.” You scoffed. 

“You’re going to find someone Y/N. I have no doubt that your perfect guy is out there somewhere.” He smiled slightly at you. It hurt him more than anything seeing you so upset, he wanted nothing more than to see you happy. Josh made you happy, but you seemed to always have hesitations in your relationship with him. 

Although you had talked about your future with Josh, there was something holding you back from fulfilling those hopes and dreams with him. Something inside of you always held back from moving forward with Josh. He had asked you to move in with him right before your anniversary, but you told him you weren’t ready for that and told him to bring it up before the end of the year. 

He had asked you about getting married and the possibility of him proposing to you, but you dismissed it and avoided any further questions about it. You always feared that as soon as you started to settle down that Chris would suddenly realize that he had feelings for you and would confess it, and you couldn’t do anything about it. It was silly. You felt like it was your fault that Josh cheated on you. Maybe he was tired of waiting for you. 

You sat there in your thoughts for a while, absentmindedly petting Dodger. You looked over at Chris and saw his gaze focused on the TV in front of you. You had your legs tossed over his thighs, your back against the side of the couch, Dodger tucked between your legs and the back of the couch. 

Chris had his hands resting on your legs, one by your knee and another by your ankle. You were both under respective blankets, shielding yourself from the cold. It seemed so domestic to you. You had always done this sort of thing with Josh but it just never felt right. You never felt like you were at home whenever you were with him. 

“I should probably get some sleep. I’ve got a long day of traveling tomorrow.” You sighed deeply, sliding your legs off of his and moving the blanket from your body. You stood up from your spot on the couch and stretched your muscles a bit. Chris stood up with you and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, bringing you closer to him. You wrapped your arms around his waist put your head against his chest. 

“You’re going to get that family, Y/N. You’ll settle down with the perfect guy and have everything you’ve ever wanted. I’m sorry Josh is such an asshole and didn’t realize what he was losing. You deserve so much better than that piece of shit and you’re going to get it. I have no doubt.” He said to you. You teared up a little bit at his words and just stood there in his embrace. 

Your heart was telling you to scream to him right there and then how much you love him and that he’s the perfect guy and you want to be with him for the rest of your life. But your brain reminded you of the consequences of telling him how you feel if he didn’t feel the same way. You internal conflict brewed within you and before you could do anything, you pulled away from his warm embrace and walked up the stairs to the guest room. 

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You woke up the next morning to the smell of coffee filling your nose. Your eyes fluttered open as you rolled over to check the time. It was a little after 9am, and you had to be at the airport in a couple hours. You sat there for a few minutes before peeling the covers off your body getting out of bed. You shuttered at the cold tile against your feet as you walked towards to kitchen, the smell of coffee getting stronger. 

As you entered the kitchen you saw Chris leaned against the counter with a mug in one hand, his phone in the other. You admired how effortlessly handsome he was. He was wearing a t-shirt with some sweatpants, his hair disheveled and a tired expression painting his face. 

He noticed you come in and shot you a small smile and immediately grabbed another mug and started making you coffee. You graciously accepted the warm cup and started to drink it, hoping it would take away some of your exhaustion. 

“How did you sleep?” He asked quietly. 

“Not too well. I’m kinda anxious about going back to LA.” You replied. 

“You don’t have to go back yet, you’re more than welcome to stay here longer. Dodger and I love the company.” He shot you a sympathetic smile. 

“I think it’s time for me to go back and face everything. I can’t avoid it forever. I need to clean out my apartment of everything that reminds me of him and start fresh. Maybe it’ll help me feel better.” You sighed. “Or maybe I’ll go crazy and wreck the place and never go back. Who knows?” 

Chris chuckled and continued to sip his coffee. You stood there in a comfortable silence for a while, finishing your cup and scrolling through your phones. After about 15 minutes you went back to your room to get some of your stuff together before you needed to leave for the airport. 

You were seriously contemplating staying with Chris for a couple more days, dreading the moment you have to walk back into your apartment. As you were packing your things Chris walked into the room and sat down on the edge of the bed.

“So there’s a massive snow storm coming and the airport is cancelling all flights out of Boston until further notice. Roads are going to be shut down by tomorrow. We’re expecting more than 5 feet of snow. Looks like your staying longer after all.” Chris said, looking at his phone. You let out a sigh of relief and collapsed on the bed. 

“Guess you’re happy about it, huh?” He questioned. He moved your suitcase off the bed and laid on the bed next to you. You were both on your backs, you were staring at the ceiling and you could feel Chris looking at you. 

“I didn’t really want to go back, it’ll just make everything real.” You sighed. You don’t ever want to go back. Being here with Chris brings you so much happiness, even if you’re here because of terrible circumstances. 

“You don’t have to go back if you don’t want to. I’m here for a couple more weeks and then we’re supposed to be back on set in Atlanta. You can stay until then and we can leave from here.” You looked over at him with hope in your eyes. 

“Seriously? I know you’re here to spend time with your family I don’t want to take you away from that.” You said, looking over at him. You could see something in his eyes. They seemed to be sparkling, you couldn’t understand why. 

“Y/N, it doesn’t matter where I am, there’s always a spot for you where I am. You can stay with me for as long as you want.” He said, looking you in the eyes. The corners of your mouth tugged up in a smile. 

There was something about the moment that made your heart beat faster and the butterflies in your stomach go crazy. Every nerve in your body was telling you to tell him how much you love him, how badly you want to be with him. You wanted a forever with him. Every dream you had about your future involved him and there was nothing that could change that. 

“Chris, can I tell you something? I just feel like I need to get something off my chest and it may work out in my favor, but it may not. I just can’t keep it in anymore.” You began. He nodded slightly and you closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. 

“I love you. I’ve loved you since the moment we met. You are my everything and I don’t want to live without you by my side. You make me feel things that I have never felt for anything, not Josh not anyone I’ve ever been with. You are it for me. You are my endgame. Anything I ever do in my life, I want to do it with you.” You proclaimed. His breath hitched in the back of his throat after the first 3 words. His eyes scanned your face for any signs that you were joking, or just messing with him. All he saw was the way you looked at him with such love and admiration. He couldn’t seem to find the words to say. 

He brought his hand up to your face and brushed a piece of your Y/H/C out of your face before cupping your cheek. Your breath hitched in your throat at his intimate gestures and continued to scan his face. 

The next thing you knew he brought your body on top of his and pulled your face down and planted the most loving kiss you have ever received onto your lips. You placed your hands on either side of his face, deepening the kiss, craving more. His hands moved to your waist, pulling your bodies closer together. 

“So I’m guessing you feel the same way?” You whispered as you pulled back, Chris whining at the loss of contact. 

“I can’t even begin to explain the way I feel about you, but I hope that kiss is a good place to start.” He breathed. You smiled down at him and pressed your lips against his once again. Every single nerve in your body was on fire. You couldn’t begin to explain the way you felt. After a few minutes you pulled back and rolled off of Chris’ body and laid next to him. Your head in the crook of his neck and your hand going up to his face. 

“I am utterly and absolutely crazy for you, Chris Evans.” You purred, snuggling up closer to his body. 

“And I am utterly and absolutely crazy for you, Y/N Y/L/N.” He gushed. He wrapped his arms around your body, bringing you as close as he possibly can, not wanting to ever let you go. “So since this is a forever thing, should we talk about baby names?” He said in a serious voice. You looked up at his and your Y/E/C eyes met his piercing blue ones. 

“Baby, love you more than anything in this world. But if you are thinking we’re naming our son Tom or Brady… you’ve got another thing coming, Evans.” You chuckled. He dramatically sighed and looked you dead in the eyes. 

“And to think, I was going to buy you your dream house and help you fill it with kids. I just can’t believe you won’t let me name just one of those kids Brady.” He said shaking his head. You lightly smacked his chest before breaking out into a fit of giggles. 

“You’re gonna buy me my dream house? What about WE buy OUR dream house?” You grinned. He grabbed one of your hands and brought it up to his lips before a smiled graced his perfect face.

And that’s exactly what you did. 

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Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Turns out, having a kid comes with a few heart attacks.

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: None! Just floof. Maybe some spice at the end.

A/N: I’ve had this in my head for a week now, blame @heli0s-writes​ and her Bag of Tricks universe. But also thank her for reading this over for me and maximizing its chaoticness; you’re a gem, bb. This is pretty silly, which apparently is my new favorite way of writing Steve. It’s also very short. But there’s a bunch of fluff so it makes up for that. Let me know what you think, and enjoy! :) x

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The house is quiet.

Too quiet.

It would be fine if it were only Steve in the house, or you. The fact that it’s eleven-thirty in the morning and there’s a five-year-old having playtime in his room is what sets Steve on edge.

He gives it all of three minutes before his super-soldier-dad senses are tingling. Something’s wrong. Something is very, very wrong.

Steve’s mind goes through all the probable scenarios as to what happened before he decides the most logical explanation for why he’s not hearing his son scream up a storm is that aliens came back to Earth and targeted his kid. Naturally.

The reality of the situation is much more horrifying.

“Dada, look!”

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Steve always insisted that Peggy was his soulmate, despite not seeing any colors. When he came out of ice and saw you, his best friend from all those years ago, the colors finally showed up.

"It was you, (Y/N). . .it was always you."

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The Date- Steve Rogers Imagine (Compromised Part 5)

Steve Rogers x reader

Summary: Steve and Y/N continue their date

You looked up at the large building that Steve had lead you to. ‘So this was where you lived?’ Steve nodded and looked down at you. ‘And Bucky lived here too?’ Again he nodded his eyes still on you as you stared at the building in front of you. Steve had been giving you a tour of Brooklyn. ‘In all my years coming here, I have never  taken the time to enjoy it’ You turned your head and looked up at Steve. He smiled down at you and you couldn’t help but smile back. ‘Thank you for showing me the city’ He laughed as he turned you and you both began to stroll down the street again. ‘I have not showed you the city Y/N’  You shrugged. ‘You insisted that I only show you the places I used to be’ Yo beamed and leaned into him and placed your head on his shoulder. ‘I want to know Steve Rogers. I have met Captain America and I have fought by his side. I would like to know Steve Rogers’ You heard him chuckle.

Looking up you found him smiling again. ‘You mean the Steve before all this, not me now’ He mused. You nodded as best you could. ‘Yes, the Steve Rogers before all that’ He tightened his hand on yours. ‘Then we should make our way back to the car, I want to take you somewhere’ You felt excitement rise in your chest. ‘Where?’ He chuckled and shook his head. ‘Oh come on Steve, please’ You whined and leaned closer to him. He looked down at you through his lashes. His eyes roamed your face as you widened your eyes looking up at him.

You hated surprises, even though today had been fun, you still hated them. In your line of work surprises were never a good thing and you had been thought that since you could even walk. Surprises=bad.

In the short time Steve had known you he had never seen this look on your face before. He remembered the first time he seen you. Your eyes were hardened beyond anything he could have thought possible, even for Hydra. Yet you had still saved his life. Even on missions you had a hardened cold look, one he never even seen in Nathasha.

Now to look at you he wouldn’t even think you were the same person. There was a light behind your eyes and it seemed to light up your face. He couldn’t resist the smile that came onto his face as he looked down at you. ‘We’re going for dinner’ He breathed with a smile and watched the relief flood your eyes.

You took your eyes away from him and leaned your head on his shoulder. ‘Lunch and Dinner’ You giggled. ‘Steve Rogers you’re spoiling me’ You pretended to swoon raising your hand to your forehead. You hadn’t felt this happy in years, for as long as you could remember. You actually felt a little normal, like you were just another person walking down the streets of America. Not a professionally trained assassin who worked for an evil organisation for a good chunk of her life. You felt normal, minus the gun strapped to your thigh, and the knife bracelet Tony had given you, and the knife strapped to your other leg.

The small diner on the edge of town looked old, well you guessed it would be. ‘This is cute’ You smiled up at him. The waiter met you two in the doorway and lead you to your seats giving you the menus. ‘Anything you like?’ Steve asked after a moment’s silence. ‘The double cheeseburger with bacon and pineapples’ You beamed. ‘I haven’t had a cheeseburger in years. And never with bacon’ You glanced at him over the menu to see him smiling at you. ‘What?’ You smirked. ‘I thought you assassins were supposed to eat healthy. Nat does’ You shrugged. ‘Well, I’m on a date, if you can’t have a cheeseburger on a date then when can you’ He nodded and looked back down at him menu. You closed yours and laid it on the table.

Watching him you felt a smile pulling at the edge of your lips. After a moment he put down the menu and looked towards you. ‘Decided on what you’re having?’ You asked and he smiled nodding at you. You put your elbows on the table leaning on your palms. ‘Now, tell me more about this Steve before the Captain’ You smiled. Steve leaned back in his chair with a small chuckle. ‘I’ve told you my whole life story Y/N. Tell me about yours’ You raised your eyebrows and opened your mouth a little. ‘I guess that’s only fair’ He nodded and leaned forwards. ‘I’m from Russia’ He nodded as if that was a given. ‘My Mother and Father were both assassins as well and as soon as me and my brother and sister could walk we were being trained’ You shrugged. ‘We were sent away to a government facility when we were 14 and that’s the last I really ever seen of them, apart from my brother. I did a few missions with him’ You looked away from him and around the diner. ‘As far as I know Mother and Father are dead, I do not know where my sister is and I believe I heard one of my brother’s missions went sideways’ You felt Steve wrap his hand around yours. ‘I’m sorry’ He whispered.

You shrugged looking back at him, his blue eyes shining as he watched you. ‘They were blood not Family Steve’ You sent him a soft smile. ‘Sometimes the two things are completely different, Nat is my Family. Always has been, since we were paired on that mission’ You squeezed his hand. ‘You weren’t in the same facility?’ Steve questioned and you shook your head. ‘She was in the red room. I was in a different one, my one was more focused on’ You paused taking a breath, you knew Steve wouldn’t be very impressed with it. ‘Mother and Father trained in the same place, it was where they met, they were paired up on missions and they were a good match. They were strong and had good bloodlines’ You shrugged. ‘They weren’t in love it was a marriage of convenience, to get the best next generation of assassins’ Steve had a hard look in his eyes and his brows furrowed a deep crease between them. ‘Nat’s facility was about this generation mine was about making the best assassins they could. Anyone who wasn’t good enough was sent to hers’ Steve’s thumb rubbed across the back of your knuckles.

He grunted. ‘So that’s what you were supposed to do? Find a partner, have kids and send them off to be the Next Generation of Assassins?’ You nodded and smiled at him. ‘Your past is a lot happier than mine isn’t it? Nat is the closest thing I’ve ever had to family. On our first mission she risked her life for me, it was the first time anyone had ever shown that kind of compassion for me and it meant a lot to me, so I stayed with her. They weren’t happy with it. I was supposed to be with a man, not Nat’ You squeezed his hand and he reached out and traced his fingers along your cheek. ‘But whenever they paired me with one it always went badly, so they left it. Decided they would just set us up outside of the missions’ And then you shrugged leaning into his palm.

He sent you a soft smile. ‘What can I get you two?’ A sweet voice came from beside you. The older waitress what standing looking at the two of you with a fond smile on her face. Steve pulled his hands away from you and you both leaned back. The old lady continued to look at you two fondly as you ordered and told you to have a great lunch when she took your menus and left. ‘She was sweet’ You beamed after her. ‘You talk about your past in the same tone you order your dinner’ Steve cut in. You looked back at him. He was watching you with disbelief in his eyes. ‘It’s the way I was raised Steve, I’m not going to cry over it. I like to think even though that was my upbringing I still turned out okay’ You avoided his eyes and he reached out. He slipped a finger under your chin tilting it up making you look him in the eyes. ‘I’m sorry, Nat speaks of hers the same’ You nodded. ‘She had it worse, at least I had a chance at a family, I still do, well I have the choice’ You smiled at him slightly. ‘Let’s move on’ You took his hand from your chin and slipped your fingers between his.

He smiled and nodded. ‘Were you born with your powers?’ He asked but you shook your head. ‘Nah, that was when a mission went wrong and Hydra tried to keep me alive, it worked and I got these powers’ You smiled and leaned towards him ‘It was actually my own machine that I designed myself, it wasn’t supposed to be used yet, and it definitely wasn’t supposed to give you control of electrical impulses, it was just supposed to keep you alive’ Steve leaned closer to you. ‘So you like building things? No wonder you and Tony get along so well’ A smile spread across your face when he mentioned Tony. ‘He has some amazingly cool stuff in that lab, and those suits are really a work of brilliance’ You shrugged and leaned back as the waitress came with your food. You thanked her as she smiled at you both making a comment on young love causing Steve’s cheek to turn a dark shade of crimson.

Steve covered your eyes as you got out of the car. ‘Steve’ You chuckled. ‘I can still hear’ Excitement was running through you and you were sure you knew exactly where you were. ‘I know, but I seen this in a movie once’ That made you laugh louder as he lead you forwards. These were sounds you hadn’t heard in such a long time, since you were about four, and even then your Father had dragged you past and you had left it behind. ‘I’m praying it’s what I think it is’ Your hands gripped his wrists as he stopped. You could feel his chest pressed against your back as you felt the excitement bubble inside of you. ‘Ready?’ You nodded quickly. ‘Okay, surprise’ He took his hands from your eyes and you squealed.

Before you lay a carnival. All the lights lit up the dark sky above it. You turned and threw your arms around Steve’s shoulders feeling like a kid on Christmas. He made and ump and wrapped his arms around you patting your back. Oh my god’ You squealed pulling away from him jumping up and down a little. You felt like a little kid again. ‘Thank you, thank you’ You beamed at him.

Steve just looked at you with wide eyes. It looked like he really didn’t expect you to react like this. ‘I’ve never been to a carnival before’ You whispered turning back to the lights and music. Steve took your hand and threaded it through the crook of his arm. ‘Never been to a carnival?’ You shook your head your eyes wide in awe. ‘Then let’s go doll’ Steve guided you through the gates.

It was two hours later and you were holding a large teddy, which Steve had won you, under one arm and candly floss in your other hand. Steve’s arm was loosely thrown around your shoulders as he took a bite out of the sugary treat in your hand. You giggled at him as he smiled and pushed it in his mouth missing some. Your eyes landed on the small sugary whisp that had stuck to your dates plush bottom lip. You giggled and he raised his eyebrow at you. ‘You’re forgetting a little bit’ Your own tongue ran along your bottom lip and he looked confused for a second before doing the same. He smiled shyly as he realised what was wrong.

You placed a kiss on his cheek with a giggle. ‘Can I be cliched?’ Steve whispered after you finished the cotton candy. You bit your lip and nodded a little. ‘How about a ferris wheel? A date wouldn’t be complete without a ferris wheel.’ You hadn’t even noticed him leading you to the large bright wheel covered in lights in the middle of the carnival. ‘You mean you’ve based this entire date on the movies?’ You chuckled and he blushed again. ‘This is my first date, that I had to organise’ He shrugged but you leaned into him. ‘I’m not complaining’ You muttered as the line moved forwards.

When you reached the top the two of you climbed into the car. It rocked slightly but it didn’t matter to either of you as you sat down. Steve wrapped his arm around your shoulders and you leaned against him. ‘So Rogers’ You smirked and you felt him shuffle a little. ‘What do they do now?’ He chuckled and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. ‘They usually wait until they conveniently get stuck at the top’ You let out a small chuckle and leaned away from him your eyes meeting his.

He smiled a little his eyes soft. ‘Do you really thi-’ You were cut off as he leaned forwards his lips pressing against yours. You felt your lips form a small smile as you wrapped your arms around his pulling him closer. One of his hands tangled in your hair and his other arm slipped around your waist pulling you closer. You own hand tugged on his hair and he let out a groan and you opened your lips. He pulled away breathing heavily.

You smiled. ‘I think we should do this again’ You giggled at his statement. ‘The date or the kiss Steve?’ You breathed leaning your forehead against his. He smiled. ‘Both’ He breathed before leaning back in.

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an angel at the bus stop [ 2/8 ]

pairing—steve rogers x barista!reader

summary—the origin of the yellow umbrella and the lost notebook that get's returned

warnings—this is all just pure fluff, dorky Steve and the he has lots of anxiety, Steve's a dumbass, this guy was and is definitely accident prone

a/n | I think I have a kink for meet-cute scenarios (╥﹏╥)

I don't like using y/n so I used the name Sunny for introductions

this is so cheesy (ノಠ益ಠ)ノi h8 myself

dude Tumblr did something weird and the words went to different places so i hope nothing's wrong since I fixed it now ⊙﹏⊙

❥ owner of a lonely heart

Steve's in bed wide eyed without a single ounce of sleepiness in his mind, maybe he just didn't want to sleep as he kept changing his positions on the bed that felt too soft. It felt like he’d sink any second, like laying on a bed made of marshmallows.

He secretly didn't want to sleep because if he did, he'd dream of all the things he missed.

He'd dream about the life he could have had before the serum, the war, and the sleeping for decades.

Most nights he'd have nightmares, specifically about Bucky, his best pal falling off the train a million times and every single time he's reminded how he couldn't save him.

Bucky would never want him to blame himself of course, but his thoughts can't help but drift to how he was finally a hero but he couldn't even save his best friend.

He'd also have the usual dream about the bar, surrounded by the Howling Commandos as he and Peggy finally have their dance.

He'd cling to the memories he had like it was yesterday because it was—for him all of it just happened recently, but decades had passed and he can never go back.

He had enough and decided to just sleep on the sofa as he watched the rain drizzle against his window on this lonely Sunday night. 

His thoughts drifting back to you, he was consumed by the memories of that afternoon that you gave him free dessert and how he feels like he knew you.

Then it clicked like a light bulb above his head dinged, he did know you! he met you, a week before meeting you at that small coffee shop. 

Just like the night he met you, it was raining. heavily 

flashback in Steve’s POV 

He met you after leaving the bus stop and that was the story of how a bright yellow umbrella currently rested at the side of his front door.

The rain poured violently as Steve walked away from the bus stop after being dropped off, he waited a couple minutes hoping the weather would get better but alas it unfortunately didn't.

As he realized he'd just have to walk home completely soaked, he groaned as he decided to use his brown leather jacket as a makeshift umbrella. How badly he wished he brought one as the rain continuously poured down on him. He was used to it though, he was a soldier and the war didn't pick a weather.

He didn't walk too fast, not taking the chances with the slippery road. He didn't worry much about getting sick because the serum had strengthened his immune system.

His day was honestly going badly. He still hasn't grasped the concept of electronics yet and he had just received the files about Peggy , the Howling Commandos.Oh! and his microwave broke–just great. He had to go out to eat which led him walking home soaked from head to toe. 

… and then he met you, probably the only good thing about his day

As he walked the side of the empty sidewalk lit by the lamp posts that stood a few feet away from each other, there you were, your figure blurred due to the rain drops that went in his eyes. 

He blinked the rain drops away to see you better, you were wearing a simple white dress that glowed against the dark street and as he observed you more he noticed the sunflowers around your dress. Your white dress and bright smile could've fooled Steve that you were an angel. 

What made you stand out though?

the obvious big bright yellow umbrella that is.

Weirdly the scene that played Infront of Steve seemed magical, majestic even. You probably didn't notice him as you walked right past him. The five seconds of briefly seeing you, he already wanted to see you again.

He saw your bright smile as your hair was slightly damp. You were smiling as you walked barefoot, probably towards the bus station he just came from. You were holding your heels in one hand as the other tightly clutched the umbrella.

Steve stood still for a couple seconds mesmerized by you. You were like the sun in the middle of all the rain, literally. You looked like the sun in Steve's eyes that night. He was snapped out of his thoughts as he hit the lamp post a bit hard, he clutched his nose groaning in pain, from the hard pole and his stupidity.

He suddenly felt the rain stop and as he glanced up, a yellow umbrella came to sight. He looked to his side, and there you were the girl that caught his eyes looking at him worried. He snapped out of his thoughts when he saw you were waving your hand in front of him.

Great, you just saw the mighty Captain America be the biggest idiot in the rain. 

“ DUDE YOU OKAY? didn't catch a concussion did you!!???! DO I CALL 911!? “ you exclaimed in panic as he remained silent, watching your movement as you quickly tried to grab something from your pocket

“ hey! im okay—im fine, thanks “ he said forcing a smile with a slightly reddish nose and a flushed face hoping to keep you calm

“ HEY! you can have my umbrella, I’m waiting at the bus stop and you seem like you need it “ you declared probably pitying him as you pat his shoulder

He was mentally facepalming himself for looking like a complete idiot in front of the beautiful dame in front of him.

“ you don't have to,truly im fine, miss “

“ it's fine you can have it and i hope your nose is fine “

before he could refuse you already ran away towards the direction of the soon arriving bus, using your hand to shield yourself. You momentarily seek protection from the rain at the bus stop he previously was at.

“ THANK YOU! “ Steve yelled from a distance and saw you turn around to smile at him with a small wave of a hand before you boarded the empty bus and left. He was gonna run after you and maybe strike a conversation, seeing as you stayed at the bus stop temporarily but quickly backing out because of fear that you'd think he was a creep.

He smiles at the memory of you and the umbrella you gave him. Maybe he had to thank his stupidity sometimes. If it weren't for the physical evidence of your umbrella in his apartment, he'd think you weren't real. You felt like a fragment of imagination , maybe caused by hitting his head on the lamp post that night. 

end of flashback

He didn't know what to think of the fact he met you again. He never thought out of all the people who worked in the shop he went for coffee, it would be you who’d make his coffee. He thought maybe it was fate, a brief chance of luck. 

All he could do was smile as he thought of how he'd act the third time he’ll meet you, maybe with less foolishness.

‘ they did say third times the charm ‘

‘ did she remember me? ‘

‘ Is that why she gave me cake? ‘

' the cake was good '

‘ DOES SHE THINK I'M AN IDIOT? ‘

' What coffee do I order next? ' 

Different thoughts and questions came to mind as he drifted to sleep with a smile, for the first time since he woke up—the sleep felt calm. It didn't have the feeling of fear that he wouldn't wake up again and it wasn't another nightmare about the past.

He dreamt of something funny this time, the monkey he once drew but instead of his uniform and shield, the monkey held a yellow umbrella and a banana as it unicycled over a sunny field.

Here you are now, working another day at the coffee shop on a boring Monday night. You were currently outside as you were painting the sign of the coffee express halfway. You muttered curse after curse angrily as you mentally pictured your boss for giving you this annoying task, you were an art major but you weren't a freaking carpenter.

He slept peacefully for the first time and maybe it was because of you.

There's also the current painting you needed to finish for another class you were taking which you hadn't done as you had a knack for procrastinating to the last second.

Though you were thankful since your boss allowed you to use the extra paint for your project, you were just annoyed at painting the large sign at two am. 

You attempted to reach for the higher parts of the sign board, that you momentarily forgot you were standing on a ten feet tall ladder. Your balance slipped as your shoes were no longer feeling the unstable ladder but quickly about to plummet on your death.

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You never hit the ground though, you kept your eyes close not realizing a pair of thick arms cradled your form.

Were you dead? Was death like this? you didn't feel the fall as you quickly died? that's it? you died falling while painting a stupid sign?

You slowly adjust your vision to the bright light of the lamp post thinking it's the lights of heaven, not quickly seeing a pair of blue eyes filled with worry looking at you, you couldn't hear what he was saying distracted by the fact the guy you had a little crush on is in front of you.

Why the fuck would he be the one to greet you in the gates of heaven? Were you in a coma and are currently imagining him?

“ you're hot “ you voiced out without thinking instead of asking if you were still alive.

“ what? “ Steve asked confusedly still gravely worried 

“ Am I dead? “ you finally asked, just as you saw yourself through the reflection of the shop, you were in the arms of the cute guy as he stood there, easily holding you like a sack of potatoes.

“ you okay? “ 

“ yeah , I think my life just flashed before my eyes … “ you said monotonously still a bit out of it as you felt yourself slowly get steadied on the ground with your hands in instinct using his shoulders as support

“ nice muscles … “ you weren't even high but close death might have just given you no shame as you compliment Steve for the second time without a single thought in mind

“ thank you? … Are you okay? seriously? Can I call someone? hey, look at me “ Steve ignoring the compliment and staring worryingly as he saw you staring at the floor, he used his one hand to make you glance up at him, hoping you didn't have a concussion as remembered you not hitting the ground.

The action made you melt, feeling his warm big hand on your cheek and staring at his piercing blue eyes obviously worried about you, you blushed as you made him drop his hand or else you would have straight up kissed him there and there.

You fanned yourself quickly as you planned out what you were about to say without embarrassing yourself as you tried to control your blushing. 

“ thank you … uhh what’s your name? i feel like I should know the guy who saved my life just now “ 

“ Steve uhh Rogers “ he stated hesitantly, afraid you'd recognize his name from a museum.

“ Steve—oh my god! “ you shrieked with excitement

Hearing you say his name for the first time also made Steve want to make you say it a hundred times more. 

' there it is, you knew him ' he voice in his head readying himself for the

' your the Captain America! ' 

“ —you just saved my life, oh my god! Thank you!! Do you want cake? because we have lots of cake! “ he breathe a laugh at your nervous demeanor , thankful that you didn't know who he actually was 

He chuckled at your offering of cake for saving your life, he found everything you did fascinating and just absolutely adorable 

“ Sure , maybe just like the free sample you gave me last time? “

“ The cookies n’ cream special? of course, anything you like actually “ you remarked as you opened the glass door for him to enter 

“ Perfect timing, if you weren't there I'd probably be dead or with a broken spine, wait–what are you doing out here?It's like 2 am? doubt you were jogging based on your attire “ you said teasing as you looked at his outfit which is a simple black leather jacket and black pants with evident white paint along with his polished black shoes

“ oh my god, sorry for the paint Steve… god I'm such a clutz “  you said placing the whole plate of chilled cake on the table as Steve lifted his foot seeing there are paint stains on him only as far as his knee

“ don't worry about that, I can replace these—can't replace a life uhh your name? “ he chuckled nervously as he didn't know your name 

“ Sunny “ you replied 

“ even your name is pretty, Sunny “ uttered Steve rather quickly as the thought came to him, the comment making you both blush

“ And I was here on a walk? “ Steve stated with uncertainty since he only went here to see you, maybe order coffee on a small chance that he'd be able to talk to you 

“ oh thought you were here for this “ you said as you reached for the sketchbook that became a bit dusty under the counter, you raised the book in hand waving it slightly

You both sat conversing at one of the tables as you ate both a piece of the cake. The conversation going from his sketches to your empty canvas he spotted. You guys talked for an hour about art, him saving your life to small things like favorite color, food and to why Steve seemed old fashioned in which you guessed was that he's mormon. Steve agreed even if he didn't exactly know what that meant, better than you finding out he was basically a 97 year old breathing fossil.

“ oh! yeah, definitely passed by here to get that thing back “ Steve laughed, ditching the lame excuse he previously exclaimed.

Then it started raining, drizzle hitting the window panels of the shop added by a surge of lighting startling both of you. Steve got a feeling of deja vu except both of you fortunately aren't soaked from head to toe.

“ ugh , I don't have a ride home or an umbrella, I miss my umbrella “ you said remembering that you gave away your umbrella to some stranger a week ago.

The umbrella does not really hold an important meaning but you did have it for three years.

You had forgotten the memory of the guy you gave your umbrella to though, it wasn't like you were the kindest person on earth—you just saw a guy crash his face into a lamppost and felt bad, felt like the least you could do was give your umbrella to the poor idiot.

Though your statement made Steve choke on his second slice of cake

“ So what happened to your umbrella? “ Steve asked nervously, realizing you didn't recognize it was him you gave your umbrella to.

“ gave it to some idiot who hit his face on the street pole “ you said casually with a chuckle as you took another bite of the cake slice you had staring at the window being rained at

“ I–i was the guy you gave the yellow umbrella to “ he proclaimed carefully as he saw you quickly turn your head towards him

“ I never mentioned it was yellow … you were that idiot!? “ you said with an amused laugh as you saw Steve laugh as well with slightly reddened cheeks

“ harsh but yes , i'm the idiot “ said Steve embarrassingly as he covered his face 

“ for what it counts you're a very cute idiot “ you said making Steves face blush more 

“ So just to be sure you're not a stalker right … ? “ you said casually as if that would save you if Steve is actually a stalker but you knew he was too nice to be one

“ no-no of course note, that would never be my intention, i would n-never invade your privacy “ Steve stammered as he stood up from his seat 

You bursted out laughing seeing his panicked state 

‘ he looks too cute, definitely not a stalker–well if he is ,i am not complaining ‘ you thought 

“ I'm only teasing, don't worry Steve " you said making him take a deep breath while sitting back down 

“ Wanna recreate the first time we met? “ you teased as you gazed outside that had rain still continuously pouring after an hour and a half

“ I'm just gonna wrap up the cake so you can take it home “

The two's conversation continued , well more of just you teasing Steve about the rain incident. You enjoyed making Steve blush, the cutest parts were when his ears would turn red.

“ you don't have to give me the whole cake Sunny, I already had two slices “ said Steve sheepishly seeing you clean up and pack up the cake in a box 

“ oh , don't worry about that , you my dashing hero deserve more than one box of cake, i'd give you this coffee shop if i could for saving my life “ you stated as a fact, you were still a bit in shock that you could have died moments ago but Steve definitely made you feel better, having him as company.

The rain stopped a couple minutes later though, fortunately you and Steve wouldnt have to be soaked from head to toe again.

" just wait here, I need to get my bag from the storage room " you announced smiling already walking inside the average sized room that was beside the cashier

As you were packing up your belongings, Steve's having an internal turmoil about how it would be appropriate to ask for your number but it also could potentially end up as him screwing everything up

He heard it was more normal now to ask for a lady’s number but he didn't even know if he's your friend.

" fuck this " he said as he stood outside the door hearing faint sounds of you packing your things, a surge of confidense hitting him as he felt determined to get your number.

Even if he didn't have a smartphone, he'd just use a normal telephone that he could ask from Fury. 

As you open the door going inwards , you come very close face to face with Steve. The close proximity makes you both freeze and slightly redden. He lets out a small squeak of Hi while shyly rubbing his neck as he asks “ I know this is pretty forward but could I get your number? “ , he anxiously waits for your answer while fear grows inside him as the silence continues.

He finally exhales the air he didn’t know he's been keeping in as you cheerfully replied 

“ sure! “ with a wide grin you take a paper to write your number in

Steve waits outside as you arrange some things in the shop before actually closing. 

Steve smiles brightly as you gave him the paper that had your phone number, carefully tucking it in his pocket for safe keeping. 

He couldn't contain his excitement, whispering shout a ‘yes’ as he fist bumps the air having successfully got your number.

" bucky would be proud, rogers " he said patting his own shoulder with a ridiculous smile

" You got the girl’s number and a cake " he said smugly as he looked at you as you unplugged some sockets and glanced at the cake in hand inside a box wrapped with a fancy gold ribbon. 

“ ready to go madam? “

“ yes , superman “

“ like the guy with laser eyes? … and big muscles “ teased Steve remembering your comment making you blush as you punch his bicep 

“ you’re annoying “ you grumble while walking away fast but a smile couldn't help but escape your lips 

“ hey! wait for me “ shouted Steve from a distance 

“ eat my dust old man “ you joked as you ran a bit while Steve groans not being able to run as he's carrying a cake

The two continued chasing each other playfully through the empty wet streets, splashing some puddles along the way. Steve being the gentleman he is, walked you to your house and refused to walk away even if his apartment was in another direction. He didn't want to leave you until he had seen you walk inside your house with his own eyes ensuring your safety. The night ended with you kissing Steves cheek for walking you home 

“ night, my hero ~~ “ you said as Steve started walking away but still looking at you

“ goodnight sunshine ~~ “ he voiced from a distance making you giggle as you walked inside your house ending the night 

Steve turned away smiling in pure bliss, walking the empty street as the sunrise started to show.

Imagine: Training with Steve

You came at the training room, a little bit late. Steve was putting his shirt on, so you were able to see his perfect muscles. You blushed slightly and cleared your throat. "E-excuse me sir for being late.." you mumbled quietly, your eyes looking at your feet in embarrassment. Steve lifted head and looked at you, a little insolent smile on the corners of his mouth. "I expect next time you'll be punctual. I don't want to waste my time for waiting at you. Now come on, warm-up first." 

 You had to do push-ups, sit-ups, some streatching and a bit of spinning. 

 At the end of the training, after 2 hours of tiring exercises, you were laying on the mat, catching your breath greedily. "Be prepared. Next time I won't be as mild as I was today" Steve looked down at you, drinking his isotonic drink. He gave you his hand and helped you to get on your feet again. "See you at Wednesday" he smiled, tilting head and left the room, leaving you in something between bliss and grogginess.

Author: Nad

Gif: X

Imagine: Nice evening with your boyfriend Steve. 

You were sitting in his room watching his favourite comedy show, though neither of you were actually paying attention. You were too focused on each other. “You know, you’re adorable right?” Steve asked while smirking at you. You blush and nod slight, because he had recently gotten into a habit of telling you daily. By the end of the show, he had fallen asleep next to you. Laying in his arms was comforting. He may not be awake, but you felt safe. You started to cuddle into him more, and his arm snaked around your waist. Either he was actually awake, or it was his natural instinct to protect you, even in his dreaming state. You closed your eyes and started to think about all of the memories you had shared together. “I love this… When we’re together… Nothing else matters then…” he mumbled quietly. You blinked a bit realising he’s awake. “Shh.. Sleep, love. You need to rest after your last mission” you hummed softly into his ear, kissing his cheek. Steve, with closed eyes, smiled gently, pulling you tighter to his chest.

Author:  Rouge 

Gifs: X X

Imagine: Steve is sending you cute messages.

Request from: Anonymous

It was third week when Steve wasn't home. He had a mission with S.H.I.E.L.D. You had to stay alone in his house. You hate it, because of the emptiness and longing. So as always you were sitting in the large living room, drinking a tea from his favourite mug and reading his favourite book. Yes. You were doing it whenever he was far away from home. With a deep sigh you've ended the last chapter of the book and you closed it, placing at the little coffee table in front of a couch. Suddenly you've heard a signal of incoming message. You reached for your phone and immediately a smile appeared on your face, when you realized it's a message from your beloved man... [TEXT FROM: HONEY ] miss my lovely girlfriend You giggled and wrote back. [TEXT TO: HONEY ] Oh! I miss you too! So empty here without u.. You leaned back against the back of the couch and waited for his response... After a while you've heard incoming message again. [TEXT FROM: HONEY ] don't worry be back soon. Did I ever tell you that you're the cutest thing on Earth? You blushed and bit your lower lip, writing back. [TEXT TO: HONEY ] Stop it Steve! I'm like a tomato now.. I'm so glad! Can't wait! After a while he wrote back again. [TEXT FROM: HONEY ] I won't stop, 'cause you're so sweet, beautiful and loyal You felt how your cheeks are burning as you were blushing. [TEXT TO: HONEY ] Steve! You do realize when you'll be back I won't let you out of bed, right? This time he didn't respond. You sighed sadly and decided to go to a bad. You were tired and it was almost a midnight. And you felt some unpleasant feeling in your stomach. He didn't respond. Maybe he was to busy? Or maybe... Or maybe he met someone else!? You cursed aloud, shaking your head. No. He loves you more than everything and you knew that. But you couldn't help. Such things have appeared from time to time. When you were sleeping, your phone vibrated few times. You were too tired to hear it, so you've noticed all messages in the next morning. [TEXT FROM: HONEY ] mhmmm sounds amazing! Can't wait to cuddle my the prettiest bae [TEXT FROM: HONEY ] and I need you to know I found a reason to live. That reason is you.. [TEXT FROM: HONEY ] and I found a reason to show the side of me you didn't know.. That reason is You! [TEXT FROM: HONEY ] the most beautiful beauty in whole world. Only mine. I love you. My perfection. See you tomorrow.

Author: Nad

Gif: X

Imagine: Steve at Bucky’s funeral.

Request from: Anonymous

Steve couldn’t believe it. Here He was, Just like everyone else... almost everyone. Bucky wasn’t there anymore... He was dead... this time really dead, forever. Steve sighed heavily looking at the coffin and later at his hands. He still could feel this terrible feeling of blood on his hands, even when His hands were clean. He still had those horrifying imagines from two days ago. ~~~~ It had to be normal scouting mission, Steve and Bucky didn’t expected anything bad to happen, but they bother were really wrong.

Steve looked at Bucky and nodded slowly “I’ll go this way and you will go that Way. We got information that Hydra may have base her, We must make sure to clean this place or to make sure those information aren’t real.”

Bucky nodded softly “Sure, thing Cap. Boring walking around as always. I’m sure all those information aren’t tru.” He smiled

“Even if they aren’t we need to be sure. If you find something let me know.” Steve said and walked away into his direction.

Bucky shrugged and walked into his direction.

Steve walked slowly, looking around carefully, Making sure that whole area is clear. After few minutes of walking Steve heard Bucky’s word in his communicator

“Steve  I think I...” and there was only long loud scream. Steve blinked, scared and quickly ran in Bucky’s direction.

There was only few Hydra’s agents, Steve didn’t had problem with fighting them. Then He quickly got to His friend who was laying on ground, breathe heavily.

Steve looked at him then at big wound in Bucky’s stomach “Bucky...” He said

“I... I don’t know... how they... They just... I..” He looked at Steve and he started breath less deep.

“It doesn't matter now, Bucky. Please... Listen to me, Everything will be fine. I’ll take you back and they gonna fix you.” Steve said and picked him up a bit.

Bucky only hissed and groaned loudly “N-No... Steve... It’s the end... I can’t hold anymore.”

“Sure you can!” Steve growled, full of fear and sadness “We need help here...  extensive stomach injury. Okay sure... Just move quick.” He said to communicator and looked at Bucky “Come on buddy... It’s only fifteen minutes... You can hold this.” Steve said holding Bucky.

With time his breath become shallow and he felt weaker with every second “I can’t Steve... Not this time.” Bucky said quietly, looking at Steve.

“Don’t you dare say this! You can’t leave me! Not now!” He said and hugged him.

Steve tried hold Bucky conscious during wait, But this was only thing He couldn’t do this time.

When help came Steve get information that made him week in his knees

“We are sorry, Captain. He is dead.”

In this moment whole world become dark for Steve, He lost His friend one and after He got him back cruel world decided take him away... on forever now.

~~~~

Steve was thinking about this moment, looking how Bucky’s coffin was bury, He was so deep in this moment that He even didn’t notice when rain started.

Wanda looked at Steve and walked to him with umbrella “You need this..” She said softly and gave it to him

He took umbrella “Thank you...” Steve only sighed and smiled at her sadly

“Even sky started cry. We all gonna miss him, Steve.” She said and gently stroked Steve’s back “Everything will be okay Steve. You only need time. Ceremony is over... You want go with us or..”

Before She could even end Steve sighed softly “I’ll stay here longer... I need to say good bye... once again...”

Wanda only nodded and went with the rest of them, leaving Steve alone. Then He fall on his knees and started cry, hiting ground under him “I couldn’t safe you, angain!” He yelled “I lost you again! I should go there... Not you, I would be dead not you!” Steve sighed heavily “I wish I could turn back time... only to safe you. You were only peace of my old life... Now I lost everything... I’m sorry, pal... angain..” Steve got up and sighed heavily.

He walked away, even when there was whole group of friend, He lost the most important person in his life. It was too hard for him to life with the fact that Bucky is dead.

Author: Cass.

Gifs: X X

Imagine: You're a girlfriend of Captain America and You need to tell him you're pregnant with Bucky.

Request from: Anonymous 

You knew everything will be changed.

You knew it since first second when you looked at the pregnancy test and you noticed 2 little lines. Fucking two little lines. And who would thought it’ll be caused only by.. wish for revenge?

It started in completely innocent way.

You were Captain's girlfriend. He loved you more than his own life. He would give you everything, only to cause a smile on your face. You had everything you could have wanted. Your all dreams came true by his side. You was appreciated, important, but the most important was that he loved you. He was your mainstay. Your whole world. You both were the happiest couple. You thought nothing will ever change it…

Unfortunately, after sometime, his work started to cause an anxiety in you. He was always gone, when you wanted to cuddle. He was gone, when you had your mood swings. Only because of that fucking work! You started to blame S.H.I.E.L.D about misunderstandings in your common relationship. Everything were annoying you. Especially his missions.. Those long days without him by your side always made you angry, sad, unappreciated. But everytime you wanted to talk about your anxiety with him, he was too busy to listen once again, how much you hate his job. He was a good man, who always wanted to help people. To serve his country and world. Sometimes, with sadness you had to admitted, that it looked like he forgot he has a girlfriend.

After some time you realized that you’re spending most of your time with his best friend, Bucky Barnes know as the Winter Soldier. He was always an enigma to you, his story was full of different emotions, mostly sad ones. But you really liked to listen about his adventures he gone through with Steve. And… he has shown you his interest. In some moment he was the one who cared if you're not in any need when Steve was away. He even few times helped you with some silly things in your flat. You really appreciated his effort… maybe too much.

And finally it had happened.

You went to a bed together. You’ve cheated on your beloved boyfriend. The most important person in your life. One-night stand turned into something more. It lasted almost a month. Until you haven’t realized you can’t do it anymore, because it’s highly unfair toward Steve. And toward Bucky also. So you just stopped meeting with him, you were trying to avoid his presence in your surroundings. But after some time you realized one more thing. Something was wrong.

You weren’t feeling good.  You were constantly tired, you started to be dizzy at mornings.. no! It can’t be that!, you were thinking to yourself. That was when you decided to make a test. And hell, it was positive. You were pregnant. With Bucky. Your whole world almost immediately collapsed. You couldn't lie to Steve any longer. Soon he would notice you were in pregnancy.

~~~~~~~~~

It was his second day at home. He was after a tough mission in Russia. They found a base of Hydra and Steve had been sent there to infiltrate that place. He succeed and now he had a week off.

“Honey, can we talk?!” He said loudly sitting in living room.

You were in kitchen, making coffee in his favorite mug. You felt kind of a cold knife stabbing your heart. You knew you had to tell him the truth. Before you went to the living room with two mugs, you put hands at your belly. It wasn’t visible yet, it was only beginning of third month. You took few deep breaths and went there.

Steve was sitting at the couch, watching news on TV. You placed his mug at the coffee table and you took a seat next to him with your glass. “Yes?” you asked.

Steve gave you a brief gaze before he spoke. “I feel there's a distance, something strange in your behaviour.”

You let out a loud sigh. You desperately needed to throw it all from you. “Yes.. Steve.. I don’t know what to tell you.. How to tell you..”

“Maybe start using words?” he couldn't help but chuckled softly. He stopped as he noticed you weren't laughing.

“Steve. I’m pregnant” you said biting your lips and chewing them a bit.

He blinked but smiled brightly. “It's a good news, honey!”

You took deep breath. “Steve..” tears started to form in your eyes. “It’s… It's not.. It’s not your baby…”

There was a silence for a while. He was only looking at you with cold eyes of his. No emotion was on his face.

“Who?” Only that word left his mouth.

You swallowed, turning head at side.

“I asked you a question!” you could easily see how mad he was.

You finally found a courage. “Bucky.”

It was a moment. You saw how his face is changing. And when you noticed that single tear running down over his cheek, your heart almost broke.

“S-Steve…” you whispered, covering mouth with hand. You realized how much you have hurt him. “God… baby.. please.. forgive me!” you whimpered sadly falling down on your knees and putting your hands at his thighs. “I’m so incredibly sorry.. I… I don’t have an explanation for what I have done to you… to us..” You were sobbing loudly, you let yourself to break down.

He didn’t push you away. Only tears were falling down over his cheeks as he was looking down at you. He was motionless. He didn’t say a single word.

You dared to raise your head and look at those big blue eyes of his. “Oh my God, Steve..” You couldn't help but shivered slightly, crying even more.

It wasn’t your plan to hurt him like that. To cause tears. To break his heart. You only wanted to be… exactly. What did you want to achieve? It was only a wish for revenge. You wanted to have someone who’ll adore you all time. Bucky gave have you his attention, but nothing more. And Steve? He gave you his unconditional love.

“I’m regretting this, Steve. If I could turn back time, I wouldn't did this again.. I betrayed your trust. I.. I’ll understand if you’ll decide to leave. I’m not worth your love” you mumbled quietly, not looking into his eyes.

Suddenly you felt a familiar touch. His hand slipped under your shivering chin and it forced you to look at him. Straight into those blue eyes..

“Love is being with your partner through all ups and downs. After all the difficult times we've made it through, I know that it doesn't matter what happens, you will stand by me and always be there through the good and the bad. And the same goes to you. I won't never leave you. We can go through it together. You did a mistake, like everyone. But I truly love you and nothing can change it. Nothing.”

You were looking at him, your eyes wide open. You started to cry more, almost screaming, from mix of relief and sadness. The man you love the most, forgave you. Just. You didn't know how to thank him.

“Steve… I didn’t deserve..”

He didn’t let you finish this sentence. He closed your mouth with a subtle kiss. “Shhh.. don't think about it anymore. You can’t take stress now. At least you’re expecting a baby.”

 That night you were talking till the midnight. You told him, what caused that you cheated on him. You were honest. He also apologized you that he didn’t notice you may have a feeling of solitude. At least he knew the truth. And that situation has only shown you, that you have the greatest man by your side. Who will love you not only in good times. But especially in a bad ones.

Author: Rouge

Gifs: X X

Imagine: Steve Rogers and Winter Soldier are babysitting your child

Request from:  Anonymous

"I'm telling you, you're doing this in a wrong way, Steve" Bucky exclaimed, rolling his eyes.

He and Steve were sitting in a house of their common friends, babysitting a little son of them.

Steve was trying to feed the baby using a little bottle with milk. The problem was the liquid was cold. Bucky sighed slightly, carefully talking the bottle out of Steve's hand. "Give it to me. He's going to be sick if you'll feed him with a cold milk!" brunette growled softly, putting the bottle into the pot filled with a warm water. "It shall has a room temperature."

Steve grinned, looking at his friend. "I didn't know you know that much about children" he pointed out, smirking.

Bucky only gave him a gaze above his shoulder, checking the milk temperature with his finger. "Nah. It's just an instinct.." he explained shortly, walking back to the living room. He sat down next to Steve and handles the bottle to the blonde.

Steve took it and started to feed baby again. This time baby boy chuckled, waving his little chubby hands, trying to catch Steve's fingers. Bucky giggled softly, watching that scene.

When the baby was fed, Steve carefully patted boy's back. Holding baby tight in his arms, Rogers walked to the kitchen to put the bottle into the sink. Bucky stretched his back, leaning himself against the back of the couch. Suddenly to his ear came a little sobbing. He looked at the side and noticed Steve, who was trying to calm baby down - little boy was crying now, greedily taking his breaths. "Oh, come on Steve, sing for him!" Bucky smirked happily, watching as his friend walked upstairs to put baby to the cradle.

***

Later, in the night, Bucky has beem awoken by a loud cry. Sleepy, he got out of the bed located in a guest room and he took his steps straight into a baby's bedroom. Little boy was crying aloud, a huge tears were falling down his cheeks. Man, as carefully as he was able to, took child into his arms. "Hey, baby boy.." he whispered in a soft voice of his. "Why are you crying?" Bucky gently grabbed little chubby finger to shake it a bit. It only caused a wave of giggles coming out of a little mouth of the boy. Bucky couldn't help but giggled too, starting to rock the baby and humming some Russian lullaby at the same time.

Finally, when boy fell asleep again and Bucky put him back into the cradle, he heard a soft voice behind his back. "That was incredibly sweet."

It was Steve. He was standing in a door frame, smiling brightly. Even in the dark, Bucky was able to see that sparks in on his friend's eyes. However he only nodded, smiling too. "I've been telling you. It's nothing more but instinct" brunette shrugged playfully, boxing Steve's side before he left the room.

Author: Beast

Gifs: X X

Imagine: Steve Rogers finally tells Tony about his feelings toward him

“…so, yea, Steve. I’m fucking serious” Tony was leaning his forearm against a large window, in his office, at one of the highest floors of S.H.I.E.L.D. base.

Steve was still walking around the room, looking for any clues or ideas to end a conflict between him and Mr Stark. Again, they were arguing about Sokovia Protocol. “You know my statement in the case” Steve finally shrugged, taking a seat on a leather couch and crossing his legs nicely. “I won’t change my mind. You know that Avengers are yet devided by this” his voice sounded more firmly than he was planning to.

Tony growled, turning around to face Steve. “Liar!” he snorted. “We’re not divided by THIS. We’re divided only by YOUR sick visions, Rogers” Tony briefly ran his fingers through his black hair. “If you wouldn’t start to give them arguments to not do it, all of them would sign it a long time ago!” Steve only rolled his eyes, looking at the ceiling. “Shame on you, Stark. Your fucking decision about even give it a chance! It changed everything. If you wouldn’t promise government that you’ll take a look at that, everything will be as it was” Steve slowly was getting frustrated. He was still trying to explain his point of view, but Tony seemed to screw it all.

Stark sighed, clinching hands in fists as he turned with his back to Steve once again that day. “You think you’re a Mr know-it-all, don’t you, Steve?” the simple question hung between two men like a sharp knife. Rogers stayed silent, however deep inside in his soul he was fighting with himself. He just wanted to get up, walk to Tony and just punch him straight in the face. But…

It was impossible to him to do it. Because he felt something to that guy. He didn’t want to admit it even in front of himself, but it was a true. He fell for Tony long time ago. When there was good. Notwithstanding, he never found a courage to tell his friend about that feeling…

Suddenly something, a little cheeky voice, which was coming from back of Steve’s head, said: “Do it now or you’ll lose him, you fucking coward!”

Steve cleared his throat and still trying to stay calm, he got up and walked to Tony. He placed his large palm at Stark’s shoulder before he spoke. “Okay. You won. Maybe it’s exactly like you said it. But, please..” Steve’s voice got weaker immediately when Tony turned his face to him. Only one look into those beautiful hazel eyes of Tony made Captain vulnerable.

The awkward silence prevailing between them has been interrupted by Stark’s strong voice. “Finally, Steve. What happend, that you finally understood it?”

But Steve wasn’t definelty listening to Tony’s words. He found a courage to take Tony’s face in his palms, to pull black-haired man closer and finally to kiss his friend.

Steve felt that Stark was more than surprised by that action, Tony’s muscles stiffened in a second. But he didn’t push Steve away. No. He did it not.

After a few seconds Stark broke the kiss to look deeply into Rogers’ blue eyes. “Fuck, Steve… what the fuck..” Captain let out a quiet whimper. “I had to. I just.. I can’t explain that. It just happend. I think I fell for you. Months ago. Just… I just couldn’t tell you earlier.”

Steve was the most scared of a rejection. But at the moment blonde man was happy that finally he managed to tell Tony the truth about hia feelings.

Stark cleared his throat and with pale face took a little step back. “Steve.. for fuck’s sake.. what I’m supposed to do now.. what are you expecting from me? It’s… I need time to think of it..” Captain’s eyes sparkled with kind of a hope. “Just promise me… that even if… if you won’t feel the same.. that we’ll stay friends. I just can’t think of a day when you’ll go away..” Steve’s voice shivered a bit as he was speaking. Tony rubbed his chin, nodding slowly. “Okay. That I can guarantee you for sure.”

Steve smiled gently, then he quickly left Stark’s office, leaving Tony with an vortex of a thoughts.

Author: Ailo

Gif: X

Even Heaven Cries || Prologue

Word Count: 440

Warnings: none

Author: Rouge

He didn’t remember much.

He was certain of only one thing: he needed to find him. He had to find Bucky…

His injuries had healed, leaving little else but faint silvery scars where the bullets and metal hand had bitten into him. The serum’s boost to his immune system had saved him from an infection from the contaminated water, and mended the injuries quickly enough.

They could take everything he had. They could break everything he was. But still he would be rising from the ground, because he had a reason. Bucky….

 Steve stayed in his apartment in Washington only because firstly, he had to prepare everything. And secondly, he knew where does Steve live…

 He knew that search for his friend won’t be easy.

Bucky was an assassin and for sure he had his own ways to disappear when he only wanted to.

Sometimes Steve had an impression that someone was visiting his apartment during his absence. He wasn’t sure if that really happened, or if his own desperate hope was playing tricks on him. Steve could swore that sometimes he would return home to find something off; a paper on his desk moved a half-inch to the left, some drops of water by the sink, the blanket on the couch folded a bit differently than he remembered, and, most alarmingly, a single, minuscule drop of blood he’d found on the windowsill. He told himself it had to be Bucky, that he knew where he lived and could easily sneak in.

It sounded absurd even to him, but there was a tiny bit of hope that maybe, just maybe, he’d wake up one day to find his friend at the door. A foolish hope, he knew it, but optimism was one thing that he never could quite shake. So he was leaving his window unlocked anyway, just in case he wasn’t as delusional as he feared.

 For most of the time, he just needed to be alone, to try and find Bucky on his own. He knew he was out there, somewhere, and he was determined to find him. 

Steve was, of course, esteeming the presence of Sam, who was trying to help him as much as he only could, but mostly Rogers preferred to work alone.

 He won't just conform, no matter how they shake his core.

He needed to fulfill his own vendetta. He had sworn to himself, that he will find everyone, who ever dared to put hands on Bucky.

They devastated his friend. His pal. His buddy. HIS BUCKY…

Victory was in his veins. He simply knew it.

And now revenge was about to begin.

Imagine: Iron Man kills Captain in front of Bucky’s eyes.

Bucky froze motionless. His heart stopped for a short moment. His blood turned into an ice.

Only thing he has heard was a familiar voice. But was he able to recognize it under all those emotions?

Tony Stark was standing on shaking legs, looking ahead. He watched as Steve slowly sank on his knees. “..I’m sorry..” Tony rasped. “I’m sorry, Steve, I didn’t know I fired the repulsers…” his voice was trembling as he spoke.

Steve let out a soft groan, indicating that he is still alive. Before Tony could apologize again, he has been pushed away from Steve with a strong force. His suit hit the wall behind him, and it took him a moment to adjust his coordination. When he looked up, Bucky was glaring at him.

“I’m so…” Tony tried to say, but his breath was knocked out by a strong punch, directed at his arc reactor. Bucky has been driven with an anger. He punched Tony with his cybernetic arm again, causing the suit to bend inwards. Bucky let out a growl, then he drove his hand into the arc reactor with more force. Bucky kept his metal hand digging into Tony’s arc reactor, crushing it. Tony tried to push Bucky away, but he failed.

“Bucky…” it was nothing more than a whisper.

Barnes, shaking all over his bpdy turned around and walked to Steve who’s laying on the ground. He knelt next to his friend, taking a hold of his hand. “Steve” he managed to say. Bucky’s gaze slowly slipped at Steve’s torso. There was a hole caused by a hit of an energy stream.

Bucky turned his face, automatically closing his eyes. He knew exactly how it meant to end..

“Bucky…” Steve whispered again, hia voice became yet weaker then it was a moment before.

A huge stain of dark blood slowly spilled around Captain.

Bucky felt a touch of cold hand at his unshaven cheek. He dared to look down, straight into his friend’s eyes. He saw how Steve was waning slowly.

“Till the end….” Steve was cutted off by a cough. “… of the line, pal..” Bucky whispered, nuzzling to Steve’s hand.

And then that last moment came. Steve’s eyes have widened for a second, he also tried to take a breath, but he only gasped for the air. He squeezed Bucky’s hand and after a second his eyes have slowly shut down.

Bucky was looking at Steve for short second and then he bursted with cry. Not hesitating about blood, he took Steve’s body in his arms. “NOOO!!!” he squalled loudly, letting warm tears flew down over his cheeks.

It took him few minutes to calm down a bit. He places Steve’s body back on the ground as gently as he could and he slowly got up. Bucky was covered in a blood and dirt, but he didn’t mind.

He turned himself to face Tony. “You killed him.” His voice was so cold.

Stark, who was still motionless, has swallowed before he spoke. “James…”

But Bucky looked into Tony’s eyes without a single shadow mercy. “Now there’s no one who would stop me” Bucky said. He seemed to be in a different place with his thoughts. Bucky slowly lifted his chin, his eyes met Tony’s eyes. As raged and unstable as he was at the moment, he managed to say one sentence. “Your time finally has come.”

Author: Beast

Gifs: X X

“YOU SHALL NOT PASS!” || BUCKY ONE SHOT

Words: 1314 Warnings: a little bit of cursing Summary: Bucky wants to take a flight to Bucharest, unfortunately at the airport there are problems because of his metal limb. Sam and Steve need to calm their friend down, but it all goes wrong.. Requested by: anonymous Gif: x Author: Beast

The terminal gate had a large sitting area with the generic airport rows of chairs that were stuck together, some of which were already filled with a mix of waiting passengers, a few of them cheerfully optimistic while some looked irritated. The wide, glass windows afforded a great view of the planes outside.

Bucky was sitting at the chair, his legs crossed nicely as he was checking his phone and email. He cursed and checked his watch.

„I’m gonna kill ‘em” he grunted under his breath.

Standing up to stretch, he looked around the terminal gate and noticed that the number of people had dwindled. Bucky resisted the temptation to lick his lips, a nervous habit that he’d never lost.

He spotted Sam and Steve several minutes later.

“You both are late. AGAIN” Bucky crossed his arms over his chest. “I’ve been waiting for fucking two hours!

Steve approached Bucky and put his large hand at man’s shoulder.

“I’m so sorry, Buck. There was a huge traffic jam” blonde said in a soft voice, trying to calm his buddy down.

Bucky only rolled his eyes.

“Fine. Can we go now? I don’t wanna miss a flight”.

Steve nodded and pulling out his documents, with Sam and Bucky by his side, he went to the airport check-in.

When their documents had been inspected, guys went in the direction of security’s machine to check upon metal stuff in their luggage.

The closer they were, the more stressed Bucky was.

“Steve, shit, I won’t pass it, ya know..” Bucky gently pointed at his left arm, carefully covered by a grey hoodie.

“Easy, Buck, we’re gonna make it” Steve patted his friend’s back, trying to give Bucky his support.

As soon as the trio stopped in front of the machine, they gave their bags to one of the guards to let them check it.

After a while, the tall man asked Steve to go through a metal detector.

Steve went through it without any problems and as soon as he did, he turned to gave Bucky a look. He knew his friend was a bit terrified.

Sam also went through the detector without any issues.

And then it was Bucky’s turn.

“Sir?” the tall guard looked at Bucky with a suspicious gaze. “Is everything alright? You can do it now.”

Bucky nodded nervously and after several deep breaths he slowly stepped through the machine.

As soon as he did, the detector started to beep like a crazy, signaling presence of metal with flashing of a little red light.

Another security guard approached Bucky and started to search him down.

“Pockets are clear” he said to other man dressed in an uniform.

It was until guard touched Bucky’s metal arm through his hoodie. Man frowned and glared up at Bucky.

“Sir. We need you to pull up your sleeve, please” guy said slowly, looking carefully at Bucky.

Barnes sighed deeply and gave a brief look to Steve, who only nodded.

Bucky slowly rolled up his sleeve, revealing his metal limb.

Two other security guards came to check upon Bucky’s metal arm.

“Uhm.. Sir.. Is that real or fake?” one of men, an older dude with glasses asked politely, blinking few times.

Bucky hesitated and as annoyed as he was, he mumbled quietly.

“Real.”

Guards gathered themselves in a little circle, whispering something among each other.

“I knew it’ll end up like this, Steve” Sam leaned to blonde man and chuckled softly.

“Shhh, Sam, not now” Steve raised his hand to give his friend a sign to be quiet.

Bucky was still standing in a place. He felt like an animal caught in a snares. Feeling glances of other people, who were looking at him out of curiosity, Bucky growled loudly.

“Ekhem. Shall we?” he gave an anxious look to the older guard.

Man nodded and took a deep breath.

“I am sorry sir, I am afraid we cannot let you through with that metal.”

Bucky blinked and instinctively looked at Steve with an imploring glance.

“I have to go with my friends” Barnes felt like an idiot saying this. “We have a flight to Bucharest.”

Was he trying to explain himself?!

Steve approached them and smiled gently.

“Yes. He’s with us. We have very important meeting there and we can’t miss this flight” Steve has shown his ticket to guards. “Please.”

The older man shook his head.

“I am sorry sir, it’s the main rule and we have to obey it.”

Steve was about saying something, when other guard cleared his throat.

“Sir” man looked at Bucky, “is there something you can do with this… metal limb?”

Bucky blinked and shook his head.

“No. Don’t think so, for fuck’s sake..”

“Oh yes, he can!” it was no one else but Sam who stand next to Steve. “Buck, you can reattach it.”

“Oh, for sure, little fucker!” Bucky growled aloud, causing the guards gave him an odd glances. “Ya know I can’t do it now!”

Sam giggled.

“Easy, man, trying to give ya some idea” Falcon shrugged with a cheeky grin on his lips.

Oh, how much Bucky was hating that grin!

It caused his rage increased within seconds.

“Fuck you, Sam!” Bucky blew a hit in Falcon’s shoulder, but Sam blocked his hit.

Guards immediately came in between two men to separate them from each other.

“EASY!” the older man shouted. He turned his face to Bucky. “Is there any chance for you to reattach that metal limb now?” he asked.

“I’ve been telling you that no! For fuck’s sake, are you deaf, man!?” Bucky jerked, trying to free his hand from grasp of security guards.

Falcon only laughed, looking how frustrated Bucky was.

“You can try to put your hand up in the air and go through that machine again!” he laughed from his own joke. “Maybe it’ll work, huh?”

Steve punched Sam’s shoulder, making an angry face and narrowing his brows.

“Sam, stop, don’t make it worse!”

But Falcon’s comment made Bucky yelled loudly.

“Fuck you, Wilson! Why are you such a cunt, huh!?”

Sam smirked again, laughing hardly.

“Because I love to piss ya off, Buck!” he chuckled.

The guards were thinking for a while.

“Well.. Maybe we can try to wrap your limb in some material..” one of man suggested.

Steve nodded eagerly.

“Let’s give it a try, men.”

Few minutes and outbursts of anger later, Bucky’s arm was wrapped in a large white piece of a material guards have found in an janitor’s room.

Steve was standing in front of Bucky.

“Relax, take it easy” Rogers instructed his friend before the next attempt.

He made a place for Bucky and gently pushed him ahead.

Sam was standing next to the guards, awaiting for the event development.

Bucky walked through the detector once again, but he didn’t succeed. Again, the machine started to beep.

Steve just knew it won’t end properly as soon as he spotted like Sam took a step ahead in the direction of Bucky and like he was spreading his arms.

“Go back to the shadow, Winter Soldier! YOU SHALL NOT PASS!” Sam intoned with a deep voice, trying to sound like Gandalf from Lord of the Rings.

Before Steve barely could say something, Bucky simply jumped to Falcon and after a while both men were tussling on the floor.

“How dare you, little fucker!” Bucky was yelling, strangling Sam a bit.

Wilson was blocking each move of Barnes and after a moment of fight, he managed to kick Winter Soldier off himself.

When Bucky was laying on the ground, gasping for air, Sam crawled to him and punched him at the shoulder, choking himself with a laughter.

“I am sorry, man!” Sam rolled at his back, Bucky did same. “I just had to do it.”

Bucky growled, but after a second he was laughing too.

“Fucker” Bucky playfully punched Sam’s shoulder. “I hate you.”

Smartphone || drabble

Words: 1059

Warnings: none at all

SUMMARY:  Bucky and Steve and their first time with smartphone

Request by: Anonymous

Author: Cass and Beast.

It was a day like many else before. Bucky, sitting on the couch at the Avengers' Tower, was playing with a little object in his hands.

Steve walked to him and looked at lil object. "Is it Stark's phone, Bucky? I think he told you to not touch his stuff." Steve muttered and sat next to his friend.

"Yeaaah, I've heard all this before, pal" Bucky shrugged slightly, moving one of his metal fingers over the screen. "I like to make him mad. Besides. It's only a piece of metal and glass."

"A piece of metal and glass that is really important for him, just like for everyone in these days." Steve only shrugged. "I have no idea what interesting is in those smartphone or whatever... In our times we didn't have stuff like this." He muttered.

"Heh" Bucky rolled his eyes. "That dude can't spend even 5 minutes without this device. I'm curious what he would do if I would hide it somewhere..." Bucky giggled under his breath. "Our century was much different, Steve. Maybe harder, but better."

"One day he will kick you out of here. You are cruel for him. Father's day and Stark gets a cup from you.. With words "I love my dad" and you HAD to add "Sorry Tony" using permanent marker." Steve rolled his eyes and looked at his friend. "What are you doing there?" He said and slowly looked at phone.

"Oh, c'mon Stevie!" Bucky poked Steve's leg. "I just wanna see his reaction" brunette got up and looked around. "Maybe here..." he approached the bookshelf and when he tried to put phone behind books, he accidentally unlocked the screen. "Fuck!"

"Hey, hey!" with flash hand he carefully moved his finger along the screen. "The fuck is that, Steve? I've never seen something like that before.."

"It's just a phone Bucky. I saw how Tony uses it, he just moves his fingers and touches it and the phone do whatever he wants."

"Lemma try this" Bucky, without a blink, started to click each of the icons on the screen. "Oh.. How many numbers... Mom.. Mostly to women. Precious informations" Bucky chuckled darkly.

Steve gently smacked Bucky in the back of his head. "Remember that those numbers can be also important for him." He said. "Maybe try to touch the other... lil picture on this phone." Steve said, he couldn't help said he became a bit curious.

Bucky looked at his pal. "Really, man?" he rolled his eyes annoyed. But he followed Steve's advice and he touched another icon. "Shit, man, I've just started recording... Wait!" Bucky raised his hand with the phone in it. "Hi, Tony! Don't worry, your phone is a good hands!" Bucky waved to the camera.

"Just don't kick him out Tony, please. Turn it off back. Now" Steve muttered. "Gimme that." Steve took the phone and returned to the couch. "What else can be here..?" Man said and looked at his friend.

Bucky eagerly followed his friend and jumped on the couch. "Hey, I wanna see too!"

"Stark is gonna kill us pal." Steve smiled softly and opened phone's gallery. "Oh... look at that, photos... and there is our video... shell we look at all photos?"

"Are ya kidding me, Steve?!" Bucky blinked. "Sure! We have to!" Bucky wrapped his metal arm around Steve's shoulders to see phone better.

Steve laughed shortly. "Sooo..." He started look trough photos. "So... there is Pepper... Rhodey in hospital... This new kid, Parker, and of course... photos with many different women... Now you Buck." Steve said and gave phone back to his friend.

"Pepper would be soooo mad" Bucky pretended to be sad. "Well.. Wait.. I recognize that funny thing looking like a bird." Bucky clicked the icon and entered Stark's twitter.

"You aren't good in pretending." Steve shook his head and moved closer to Bucky. "What is it, pal?"

"Once I saw how Stark was.. How he said.. Was updating his status on.. Twitter thing... Or something like that.."

Steve only shook his head. "I think I'm too old for this, Buck."

"Me too... But.." Bucky managed to use the keyboard.

STEVE & BUCKY WERE THERE. XOXO

After writing he presses on the "post it" button. "Done."

Steve laughed. "Soo! What now? Maybe he has some music here? I'm wonder what is he listening to."

Bucky tried to click another icon, but somehow he clasped the device in his metal hand and he crushed it. "Fuck me."

Steve blinked. "Yea! I told you." He frowned. "What now?"

"PAAAARKEEEEERRR!" Bucky yelled loudly.

"Really, Buck. What he's gonna do? He is just a kid." Steve muttered looking at his friend.

"PARKER, move your lazy ass here!!!" Bucky yelled again.

"What WHAT! What?! Aliens? Thanos? or something else what is very evil?!" Peter jumped into room really surprised and confused.

"Catch it, kid!!" Bucky threw crushed phone at Parker's direction.

“Woohoo! Wait! This is Mr. Stark's phone… What have you done?" He asked. Steve shrugged. "His fault." He pointed at Bucky.

"Traitor" Bucky poked Steve's shoulder. "I accidentally broked this. But.. Now you are holding this.. So.. None of my fault" he giggled.

"Um..." Peter looked at Bucky even more confused.

Steve sighed deeply. "Bucky, he is just a kid. You can't treat him like this." Man slowly got up and walked to Peter, he took the phone from him. "Go to your room. I will take care of this.”

Peter slowly nodded and quickly left the room.

~Few hours later~

"My phone... Where did I left it?” Tony muttered to himself, looking into every place where he could possibly left his phone. Kitchen -no. Bathroom - no. living room - no. Bedroom - no. "F.R.I.D.A.Y, do you know where my phone is?! If not, can you locate it for me?" He muttered deeply annoyed. "I can't do that Mr. Stark, but I want to inform you that Steve Rogers left something in your office.” Tony rolled his eyes and quickly went to his office. He saw something on his desk, he also saw small note. Tony walked closer and saw that this 'something’ was his phone. Crushed. He looked at the note. "Hey, Tony... Your phone had small accident... Bucky is sorry. - Steve" Tony could felt how anger was growing inside him.

"BARNES! I TOLD YOU SOMETHING ABOUT TOUCHING MY STUFF!"

Don’t Let Go || Part I

Words: 1118

Warnings: none

SUMMARY: You're being saved from death by Captain America himself. Is this a beginning of a serious relationship?

Author: Ailo

Cold. Everything is cold, and glow in a weird light.

You feel hands on your back, warmth seeping out from them and right into your shirt. “Hang on.” You can’t make out the last words, everything is a blur and your head, your head hurts like that one morning after you drank yourself under the table. Your whole body is shaken by shivers, you can’t seem to be able to stop shivering, even when you try to take deep breaths to settle your shoulders.

So cold… You're being lifted up. You know because your vision suddenly swarms, and you feel nauseous. “Stop that…” you say weekly to the one responsible for your sudden unwelcome state. You’re resting against something hard, bulky, warm, that beats in rhythm… You realize you’re being carried bride-style, the person’s arms you were in on your back and under your knees. You snuggle into the warmth, burrowing your face and the cold tip of your nose in the person’s neck. The one carrying you takes a sudden breath, heart-beat accelerating slightly against your side for a moment before returning back to its normal, steady beating. You don’t speak. Neither does the other, who just walks. Walks where exactly ? You can’t recall a destination being set, just being picked up and carried away.. and not in Disney princess style, as you can’t seem to be able to muster enough strength to open your tired eyes. Somewhere along the way, the other’s body heat having warmed you up during the walk, you fall asleep, gripping the person’s shirt tightly into your hands, like a man at sea would a life line. And you fall, fall slowly into slumber, the steady beating of the heart acting like a lullaby, the steady and regular pace of the other rocking you to sleep. And then everything turns to hell. You’re being put down to rest against a tree, the sound of gunshots ringing in your head. “Don’t worry” says a voice. You open your eyes, trying to get a glance of the person who you know has been taking care of you. “Everything is going to be all right… I’ll come find you after I get them off of our backs…” You can’t even nod, can’t even voice your acknowledgment to the person. You try harder to get your sight to focus and put a face on the voice. A man. That you can make out of the blur. The voice is that of a man. Yellow… a blond, then. His hair are disheveled… And then, out of nowhere, two blue orbs pop out. A blond with blue eyes then. A pretty shade of blue, at that, the color not cold but warm and making you want to trust those eyes… A smile, trying to hide the worry and the marks of fatigue on the man’s face. “I promise I’ll be back soon.” And then, nothing. He disappears from your vision. You can see the grey sky, heavy clouds announcing rain… It’s pretty, standing against the luscious green of the trees around you… Gunshots again. Yells. The sound of hand to hand combat. Bullets resonating against something metallic… You hope your blue eyed savior is alright. The gunshots stop. You start counting… 1 Mississippi, 2 Mississippi, 3 Mississippi… You lose count after 13, when the first drops of rain fall down onto your face. Suddenly he is here again. Takes you back into his arms. “Miss me ?” he asks jokingly. “We’ll be safe soon.” You don’t care. Now you know you’ll be alright. You close your eyes, let out a content sigh and bury your nose in the man’s neck once more, drifting back to sleep, only this time completely letting go…

You hear a door opening and closing seconds later. You feel good… you’re on something soft… a mattress… You’re warm again, your head doesn’t hurt as much as before… There is a weight on your right hand. You open your eyes slowly, letting them adjust to the sunlight peaking through the curtains… You are faced by a wall. A white one.

A hospital then.

You turn your gaze to the right. The blond man is here, hands over your smaller one, head resting upon his arms. Has he been here since you were brought in?

He looks cute, with his hair still a mess. You move your left hand you put it in his hair. He wakes up, startled by the contact. Now that you can see his face, all disoriented from waking up, you decide he is even cuter. No… handsome is more the appropriate word. He his handsome. “Hi.”

“Hello.” You smile. He takes both your hands in his larger ones, gripping them tightly. “How are you?” he asks, looking you straight into the eyes. “Better than before. Thank you for saving me..” God, how cheesy you must sound.

Even to you it sounds like a line from the romantic comedies you used to watch with your friends in high-school. You’re cut in your train of thought, when you notice him blushing. “What about you? How are you?” “Fine.” he says, shrugging. “Did you eat?” “Yes, I had the nurse bring me a tray earlier…” “Why didn’t you leave?” you frown a bit. “Sorry?” he looks taken-aback. “Why are you still here?” you ask again. You mentally hit yourself for your choice of words as soon as you see his expression change, he now looks lost, like a puppy who had just been kicked by its owner. “I can leave if…” he tries to rise from his seat, hesitating. “I didn’t mean it like that, I just… I don’t understand why you’d choose to stay here while we don’t know each other.”

Fuck, you cursed in your thoughts. You are kinda pitiless to him now. And that man has saved your life.. He stiffens. “I… I don’t know… you just… I wanted to make sure…” “It’s alright.” You say softly, getting one your hands out from his grasp. You slowly put it on his cheek. “Thank you.” It’s his turn to smile now. And that smile is the cutest thing you've ever seen.

From the moment, I first saw you, knew my heart could not be free, man’s heart skips a beat, when those thoughts forms deep in his mind as he observes you carefully with his blue eyes. I couldn't left you there to die.

He remains silent however for a second.

“I've never asked you for your name..” blonde man esquires.

“Y/N” you say simply. “And does my savior has a name though?” you ask quietly, breaking the silence.

“Of course” he scoffs, blue eyes lighting up his face. “Steve. Steve Rogers.”

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Who's in Charge Here?|| Steve Rogers x Reader Smut

Summary: You're new to Avengers but unfortunately, you don't get well with Captain Rogers, so by every occasion, you're mean to him and disobey his commands. It's like this until that one specific night when Steve shows who is in charge at the Tower.  

Warnings: Smut, Language, Unprotected Sex, Oral Sex (male receiving)

Words: 3456

Request by: @themine-ismine

Authors: Rouge & Cass

This was to have been another boring day.

You got up earlier than ever before, with attend to train a bit before shower.

You did as you planned. Then, you changed clothes for something more casual yet elegant, and you were ready to get downstairs for a breakfast.

Living in Avengers Tower wasn't easy for you, as a new member. You had a lot to learn in a short period of time, and everyone was expecting a lot from you. But you gritted the teeth and tried to hold on.

Steve frowned as soon as he spotted you in the dining room. He was wearing sweatpants and a simple t-shirt that was emphasizing his well-built torso. "You know this is not a fashion show, kid," he said, eyeing you from head to toe as he crossed arms on his chest.

Steve expected a lot from you, he wanted you to keep up with the team. For him, you were just a kid among adults, so he tried his best to temper your stubbornness, and to improve your skills.

A roll of your eyes had to be enough as the answer for him. "Whatever. I wanna feel comfortable," you shrugged as you took a sip of your tea. "Have ya seen Banner? He asked me for help in the laboratory," you explained shortly, focusing on a bread that you were cutting.

"Yes, I met him today and he doesn't need you anymore. I took care of this. You will spend the day with me and Bucky at the gym. You need to improve yourself if you want to stay here," Steve told you and he started to make himself a coffee. "And better change clothes. I don't wanna see you in those during the training. Do you understand?"

You cocked your brow, being already exhausted by his words. "What's wrong with them? I won't change anything only because you want me to, Mr Cap-Know-It-All-Rogers," you snorted, taking a bite of your sandwich. "I don't wanna train. I did after waking up, I don't think another round is necessary."

You aren't the one that decides here. You want to keep up with the team, so you have to work on this. If you won't, you will be kicked out," he warned as he rolled his eyes. "So better cooperate or go pack your stuff now because we're not gonna keep you in here when you get tired after a five-minute run," he summed up and walked past you. "Better warm up before training. I won't go easy on you," Steve added before leaving dining room.

You stopped chewing the sandwich and simply threw rest of it on the plate. "What an asshole," you mumbled to yourself as you quickly finished your tea.

You got back to your room. After quick look into your closet, you decided to put black leggins and grey tank top on. Then you headed downstairs, straight to the gym.

As you were waiting for Captain to show up, you started doing some push-ups.

"Hey, kid! Don't overwork yourself!" Bucky laughed happily, and smiling at you, he quickly decided to join you in doing push-ups. "What are you doing here, Y/N?" He asked, looking at you briefly, then he used his metal hand to do some one hand push-ups.

You only smirked. "Stop showing off your strength, Barnes!"

When you finished another push-ups round, you sat on the mattress, taking deep breaths.

You also decided to explain the situation to Bucky. "Our beloved, infallible Captain has ordered me to come to the gym, so here I am," you shrugged.

Bucky sat next to you and giggled. "Don't worry, it's only Steve," he shrugged.

"I must say, I am impressed," Steve said as he just entered the gym and looked at you and Bucky. "Finally you did what I asked you about. Now! Butts up, both of you. Buck, you can do what you want, and Y/N, you're gonna train with me."

Bucky smiled and pet your shoulder. "I wish you luck, kid."

Steve smirked at you. "Ready?"

You got up lazily. "No. I would rather do this with our super assassin than with you." Your reply was full of malice but you didn't care.

You crossed arms on your chest, glaring up at Steve. "So?"

"What do you mean by 'so'? Come on, little bunny, attack me," he smiled at you. "Unless you are scared of me," Steve mocked only to motivate you.

As lazily as you could you approached him and punched his arm. "Here ya go, fear me," you murmured.

Steve raised his eyebrow, looking at you. "Seriously, kid?"

He then grabbed back of your neck and quickly knock you down. Steve pressed his knee to your back. "That was so easy that it's funny. Comfortable, kid?" He asked sarcastically, smiling at you. "Do you realize it's not some kind of a game, don't you?"

You hissed, the sharp pain ran through your lower back as he pressed it with his knee. "Get off me, Rogers," you snorted loudly, struggling to free yourself. "I know all this. But I have 0 motivation. You won't make me obedient by constant screams and lectures, get it?" You almost yelled, trying to turn your head aside.

Steve pressed his knee to your back even harder. "Then better find motivation, because no one is gonna babysit you during the fight. This is not some kind of game, you are a superhero now and yet you act like a spoiled brat. I am not gonna tolerate this in my team," he growled at you.

"Wo-ho... Steve, pal. Calm down or you will break her in half," Bucky stepped in, trying to stop his friend. "This is not the way, pal."

When you finally freed yourself, you rolled on your back and breathed deeply.

Then you got up and threw Steve an angry glance. "Go fuck yourself, Rogers, because you're unbearable!" You screamed at him.

You turned around and wiped the tear that formed in the corner of your eye quickly, so none of them could see it.

After that you grabbed your stuff and left the gym.

Bucky looked at Steve and shook his head, then he ran after you. "Y/N! Y/N! Wait!" Bucky called after you and soon caught you up. "Hey, are you okay? He didn't hurt you, right?" Bucky asked with a worried voice.

Even if Bucky was an emotionless, killing machine in his past, suffering of others wasn't a thing that he was just about to ignore then.

"Hey, need a big supersoldier hug?" Bucky asked, trying his best to cheer you up.

You instinctively nuzzled to him, trying to wrap arms around his torso. "I hate him," you explained openly, "I really do. He trests me like this since the very beginning. I hate him. He thinks he knows everything but truth is he can't even cope with his past, and he uses me as a fucking training bag. He openly humiliates me in front of others. But he is no one to me. You should be our leader, not him," you cried briefly.

Bucky blinked and hugged you tightly. "God, doll. You make me blush. Please, I know Steve for a really long time. He just wants you to keep up with us. You are young, beautiful and new here," man explained, petting your hair. "I have an idea. Tony organizes some kind of little team party. You should join us this evening. There will be snacks, beer, it will be nice. What do you say?" Bucky asked and put hand to your cheek, forcing you to look at him.

You let out a deep sigh but nodded. "Okay. I can give it a shout. But if he will be somewhere near, I swear to Thor, I will leave," you said firmly. "See you then, Bucky."

Bucky walked you to the living room, where the party was taking place. "Go on and have some fun, and don't worry, doll. It will be okay, Steve will be a good boy. Now excuse me, I need to go and annoy Tasha for a bit," Barnes winked at you and quickly walked away.

Steve saw you and waved his hand. "Hey, Y/N, come here," he said with smile.

However, you passed him by, pretending he wasn't there.

You were completely not in a mood for the party, and especially for Steve and his problems.

You approached a bar that was set up in one of the corners, and you took a seat at the high chair, ordering yourself a glass of whiskey. You crossed legs, guarding your skirt to not go too high along your thighs.

Steve joined you few minutes later. "Hey, you are ignoring me, why?" Rogers asked, looking at you. "I saw that you came here with Bucky. Are you two a thing?" Steve asked you next question, he sounded a bit frustrated.

You looked at him with the corner of your eye, then you leant to the bartender. "Can you tell this guy to leave me alone?"

Man behind the bar only smiled at your words, and gave another glass to Steve.

You turned head, you searched for Bucky. "Maybe. None of your business."

Steve offered you his hand and smiled at you softly. "Please, come with me. I won't hurt you, I swear to Thor. I won't do anything this time, I just wanna talk."

"You've talked today. I came here to have fun, not to listening to another lecture by you, Mr Know-It-All," you reminded, "now you can go look for your Sharon, I bet I saw her somewhere here..." You grinned widely. "I am still impressed how she can even cope with someone like you."

"It's not gonna be a lecture. Please? Oh, come on! I am not interested in her at all, I have someone else on my eye..." Steve sighed deeply. "Please, Y/N. Come with me."

Finally, you emptied your glass and got up from the chair, smoothing your frilled skirt. "You have 10 minutes," you said simply as you looked at him

Steve grabbed your hand and led you at one of an empty corridors. It was partly dark and quiet.

"Do you even know how annoying you are? You just came here and you think you can do whatever you want," Steve muttered and suddenly pinned you to the wall. "Look at yourself, such a beauty. You just provoke me with all those skimpy clothes, even this dress now. You drive me crazy every day, doll," Steve whispered right into your ear. "And you know what? There is no Sharon nor anyone else who could catch my eye like you did. I could watch you every day."

You blinked.

In first moment you didn't know what to do. You weren't sure if you should start screaming for help nor just punch his jaw and run away.

Yet, you blushed a bit as his words. "First of all, it's not a dress. Actually, it's a skirt," you explained. "And secondly, I am afraid you're drunk, Steven..." You whispered.

Somehow you were afraid of this man, even if you knew he wouldn't hurt you, ever.

"I need to give you some lesson, girl. I can't get drunk due to the supersoldier serum perk," he smiled at you. "You have no idea how frustrating it is to know that you are here, that I may lose you one day. I tried to make you leave but you are just too fucking stubborn," Steve growled and moved to your neck. "At the same time, you are so beautiful that I have problems with controlling myself. I am so sorry if I hurt you today, I never meant this, Y/N," Steve purred and kissed your neck gently.

Your muscles tensed within second when his lips touched your sensitive skin. You bite your lip to hold the moan on. "So, why you wanted to talk to me now?" You asked slowly, pressing your back more to the cold wall.

He laughed and put his forehead on your shoulder. "Really, Y/N? Okay, so maybe this will be a good answer for you..."

After these words Steve pressed his lips to yours in a deep kiss, his hands traveled to your hips.

You were cut off by the kiss, and you didn't pretest at all.

You let him kiss you the way he wanted, you let him slip his tongue into your mouth, and surprisingly, you did enjoy it.

Steve growled into the kiss and then picked you up. "This will be fun," he smiled and carried you to his room.

There he threw you on the bed and climbed on top of you. "Shall we see what are you hiding under this Skirt?" Steve teased.

“Hey, hey, slow down!" You couldn't help but giggle.

You pushed him off of yourself and you got up. When he sat at the edge of the bed, you stood between his legs.

"I don't know. You were rude to me today," you summarized, "I don't know if you deserved any of this..."

You slowly brushed your thighs, grabbing the hem of your skirt. With a swing in your hips you turned around, revealing upper part of your thighs, just enough for him to notice your panties.

Steve got up and grabbed your hips, pulling you closer. He pressed you against his chest. "Then I will continue to be rude, sweetheart," Steve purred into your ear and moved his hand between your legs.

He chuckled. "Someone is already wet for me, bad girl as always."

You licked your dry lips and put your palm on his hand, forcing him to rub your pussy through material of your panties.

As you were pressed to him, you could easily feel Steve getting harder, ever through his jeans.

You turned your head a bit to let him kiss you.

Steve covered your mouth with a kiss and smiled. "You've been a very bad girl today, you didn't listen to things I've said, you were really mean to me," Steve muttered in a low voice.

His hand slowly moved your panties aside, he wasted no time and pushed two fingers inside of you.

Steve hummed happily. "So tight and wet, just for me. I'm gonna fuck you hard tonight, doll. You're gonna scream my name so loud that whole tower will hear you."

You took a deep breath, still holding on his hand.

It felt so nice to have his fingers inside, you could already imagine how amazing it will be to have his cock in your pussy.

You forced him to pull his hand back, you slowly licked on his long fingers, humming.

Then you turned around in his arms and without any word you started to undoing his belt, your eyes on his.

Steve watched you carefully. "You are still a naughty girl. Really naughty girl. On your knees, sweetheart," he ordered, looking you right in the eyes. "And be a good girl this time."

You slowly got on your knees and unzipped his fly, licking your lips.

You pulled his half erected cock out of his jeans, and a little smirk crawled onto your mouth.

Even then you could say that he was big. The biggest you've ever seen before.

You grabbed his base and pumped it few times before you took him into mouth.

"Now you are good girl. I'm proud," Steve sighed deeply and moved his hands into your hair, he started to move your head up and down his shaft. "This feels so good, Y/N. Keep doing this and I will cum," Steve warned you. You pulled his dick out of your mouth only to spit on him. You pumped your hand few times, from his head to the bottom of his base, spreading your saliva all over his shaft. You pulled his cock up, pressing it to his lower stomach, you licked along his length, using only tip of your tongue. Then you sucked on his tip for a while, only to push his cock deep down your throat while massaging his balls. You used your free hand to rub your pussy and slip fingers in.

Steve growled and tugged on your hair, pulling you away. "Sorry, sweetheart, I need to fill this tight, little pussy with my cum," he mumbled and forced you to lay down on the bed. After that, he slipped his jeans down his legs kicking them aside.

"Let's see how this little pussy feels around my cock." Steve pulled your skirt up, exposing you completely as you managed to get rid of your shirt and bra moment before.

Steve grabbed his member and guided himself slowly into you, moaning deeply as he entered your pussy.

Captain started to trust in a steady pace, holding your hips tightly. "Fuck, you feel so good, sweetheart. So tight, so wet and all this is mine," he grunted.

You squeezed your breasts, your eyes never left his. "God, yes... I didn't know it can be that amazing, fuck..." you murmured quietly, taking a hold of his strong forearm. "Just like that.." you spit on your fingers and rubbed your pussy while Steve was fucking you. "God, feels so good. Show me how much you've wanted it, c'mon!" The urge of getting fucked nicely was too huge for you, so you dragged your nails down his back as you wrapped your leg around his hip.

"Hope I won't snap you in a half," Steve muttered and started to thrust faster, using all of his strength.

His thrusts were so hard that bed started to crack dangerously.

"I'm gonna make you cum so hard, doll," Steve growled and his hand traveled to your pussy, he pushed two fingers into you. "Nice and full," he summed up before kissing and biting your neck.

You were moaning deeply, rubbing yourself. You slipped your second hand into his hair. "Mmm, that's it, Steven. Fuck me like you've dreamt about since I joined your team," you encouraged him.

After some time you used all of your strength to push him off of you. You then straddled him, slowly pushing his cock back into your cunt. You started to rock your hips slowly, basing your hands on his muscular chest to support yourself.

Steve gasped and grabbed your hips so tightly that you knew he will leave bruises. "My good girl. Ride that cook until I cum inside this tight pussy, ride it faster! I am not made of glass," he smiled, rolling his hips before moving hand between two of you, straight to your clit. Steve started to slowly rub it, putting some pressure on from time to time.

"Yes! Yes..." You moaned loudly, scratching his chest. "Fuck, I wanna you to cum inside of me," you said, "fill me to the brim," you licked your lips.

You were going up and down his cock as fast as you could.

When you felt your walls squeezing his dick, you increased your pace, his name was the only thing to leave your lips.

Steve quickly flipped you over, so he was on top again, he threw your legs on his shoulders, pushing himself even deeper inside your cunt. "I'm gonna cum, sweetheart. Gonna fill this little pussy. You'll be mine now."

His peace was fast and thrusts were deep, soon Steve pushed himself as deep as he only could only to cum deep inside of you, moaning your name loudly.

His name rolled from your mouth as your pussy started to clenching rhythmically around his hard member. You arched your back and rolled head on the pillow. You rock your hips few more times, trying to catch a proper breath.

You were covered in sweat but you didn't mind.

Your eyes met his and you reached hands to cup his cheeks.

"You're a fucker still but well, I gotta admit that was delicious. I guess I will be even more problematic now, just to be punished again," you winked at him, slipping hand between two of you. Then, you licked your fingers, tasting his cum. "Mmm, someone likes coffee here."

Steve laughed and shook his head. "Be a good girl and you will get this on a daily basis, and I won't kick your ass on training so often," he teased you, then pulled you closer. "Let's rest now," Steve offered.

You let him put his boxers back on, and when he laid next to you, you simply rested your head on his muscular torso, letting him wrap his strong arm around your waist. "I'm naked still, Cap," you teased, "But I'm keen on this idea. But tomorrow it's gonna be me who will kick your ass on training.

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