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The Passenger

Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1,918

Warning(s): +18, Non Con, Public Sex, Manhandling, Minor character death.

Author's Note(s): This is a one shot.

Hydra has taken over S.H.I.E.L.D, forcing Steve and the other avengers to flee. Now on the run with no one to trust.   All you wanted was to go home. You didn’t expect crossing paths with the Nomad himself.

Steven Grant Roger’s face had been plastered anywhere he could think of. Yet he remains hidden in plain sight. So far his cover hadn’t been blown. While meeting up with Sam, the two of them discuss how to take down these Hydra branches. Steve pauses for a moment.  His super soldier hearing alerted him of Hydra spies. Lingering not too far from where they sat.   Sam notices his friend’s tense behavior immediately. 

Originally posted by avengerscompound

Both him and Steve eye the other men across the counter. Steve nods to his companion. Sam knows the drill. Cap is quick on his feet, walking right out of the diner. His friend makes his way into the restroom in order to separate the spies. As soon as Steve makes it a few blocks from the restaurant his ears pick up the sound of an ambulance driving by. He checks his phone’s message: ‘Took out the trash’

Steve crushes the disposable device in his hand. He swiftly chucks the pieces into a trash bin. Sam and him would meet up later at the secret base. Which leads him to one last thing: Getting rid of the agent following him.

Originally posted by kisslandvibes

You were headed home from the library. A warm breeze swishes the skirt of your sundress. Part of you wishes that this day was spent enjoying the weather. However most of the day was spent prepping for finals. You missed your first stop but didn’t mind. There would be another train arriving soon. The train cart you stood in was mostly empty. Not surprising, especially around this time. Only one more stop and soon you’d be out. During the next stop you notice two men walking in.

Oh boy...

Nope! Now’s not the time to freak out. Besides, it’s not like you were a young woman on a train stuck with two strange men almost close to midnight. Not terrifying at all...screw it! It’s the 21st century! This is something rational to be scared about!

If they even try me I’ll scream I swear if they even think about-

You felt something—no someone. A hand was pressed firmly against your rear. You turn around to see a man. Only it was was no ordinary man. You couldn’t believe it. The entire country was looking for him. He was a suspected terrorist threat.

Captain America. Now known as Nomad.

Originally posted by buckybarsn

Your breath hitches. You begin panicking. One of his fingers is in the front of his lips, shushing you. He comes closer towards you. Your face is now buried against his warm chest. His body is flush against yours. You could practically smell the musk coming from him. Your backpack slips from your shoulder. Steve is quick to catch it with his super soldier reflex. He now holds it in one arm. You’re trapped in the other. He leans in and rests his head against your side. He whispers,

“Just play along,”

“What-“

Steve then leans in for a kiss. His lips press firmly against yours. That was defiantly not what you would expect to happen.

Your mouth gapes open in shock. Giving him easy access to guide his tongue in. Your head moves back from the light push. He holds the back of your head firmly in place. As soon as he retreats you’re a blushing mess. A set of eyes are on the both of you. Not from the ex-soldier, but from the Hydra agent eavesdropping close by. Steve notices the man shifting in his seat, he reaches inside his coat to retrieve a pistol.

Originally posted by gajo1987

The man aims it at the soldier, but not before preaching “Hail Hydra,” then fires. You’re shoved away from the direction of the blaze. Steve is quick to dodge the bullets flying. He disarms the shooter. Now angry at him for putting you in danger. He held his shoulders in a tight grip, not caring about his wince, “Who sent you here?!”

The agent chuckles, “If you cut off a head, there will be more to grow in it’s place...hail hydra...” he bites deep into a fake tooth traced with poison. Steve hasn’t seen that tactic in years. The man begins to foam at the mouth. You regain your composure. Then realizing now that the man tackled by Steve Rogers is dead. You let out a blood curdling scream. You couldn’t believe your eyes. This man...Nomad killed him in cold blood. There was that little voice in your head telling you to do one thing on instinct: Run! Run now!

You can’t decide whether to retrieve your bag on the floor, or run out without a phone. But before the Soldier could stand you sprint towards the other cart. He calls for you only once. Soon enough you’re in the next cart, then the next one, until you’ve reached the end of the train, “No no no no...n-no please...”

“Ma’am”

You shriek. Turning around now face to face with a war criminal.

“You dropped this,”

He has you cornered. You get on your knees, “Please...please don’t kill me! I-I didn’t see anything! I-I swear!”

He stares at you in confusion. One of his eyebrows raises, then he chuckles, “Are you sure about that doll? How do I know you won’t be running to the authorities right after?” He plops the bag on the ground. He reaches to pat your head, “Hm? What will you do to prove it?”

“I...I-I know that you probably don’t trust me, but please sir just look at me in the eye if you think I’m lying to you: I will not, under any circumstance tell a single soul if you promise not to kill me,” you eyes begin to pool with fresh tears, “P-please...I don’t want to die!” Your hands are now intertwined like a prayer, looking up to look into the eyes of your possible murderer. His gaze doesn’t move. Then, for a millisecond, a look of hurt.

“Get up.” his voice is stern. You hesitate for a moment too long. His arms reach for yours. He yanks you into a standing position. You’re frozen with fear. He sighs, “Relax..” which obviously doesn’t work. This annoys him, “Hold onto the handle bars. Now.” Your hands snap up and onto the grips. Steve steps behind you, “Don’t let go of the bars, no matter what. Do you understand?” You nod. He smiles, “Good..” he bunches your skirt up. You let go of the bar to stop him before he could go further. Instead you’d receive a sharp nip against your neck. That was a warning. His voice booms,

“Hands. Up.”

What other choice did you have other than complying? His hands are gentle when roaming your body. It was as if he were doing a pat down. Why should he worry about someone like you? It’s not like you were capable of taking on a Super soldier.

A hand drags down the bottom of your dress, sliding underneath to palm your clothed slit. His middle finger traces the crease, causing you hips to jolt back right against his erection. You squirm in place. Not daring to break free from his touches out of fear. He grinds forward, adding more friction. You bite your bottom lip to stifle a whine. His other hand reaches out for a breast, giving it a gentle squeeze. He rolls the soft mound in his hand, making sure to pinch the nipple.

His finger pads rub gentle circles against your bundle of nerves. Massaging it in circular motions. After a while your knees begin to buckle. Almost threatening to give in. You force yourself to keep balance as he quickens the pace. Then just like that a fire ignites. Your mouth opens, a whine escapes your lips. Your legs shake and knees buckle. The intensity from the pleasure alone clouds your mind.

Before you could register what had happened Steve gives your slit one last rub. He retrieves his now soaked hand. His fingers glisten in the dim lighting. He looks you in the eyes. His tongue laps them for a moment until he finally sucks them clean. He removes his digits with a ‘pop’ sound. You shudder from the sound echoing inside the train cart. He unzips his pants to release his throbbing member.

Both of his arms now hug you from behind, trapping you in his tight embrace. He lifts you by the waist. Holding you in the air, now hovering over his shaft. Your legs kick around in protest. Steve buries his face into the crook of your neck. He inhales your scent. Chills crawl down your spine. You twist your hips from side to side. But nothing would break you free from the super soldier.

That’s when you felt it.

When you felt him.

His leaking tip began splitting your glistening folds open. You cry out from the stretch. Steve groans from the feeling of your walls wrapping tightly around him. Practically squeezing him. His breathing is heavier now, “Relax..” he thrusts his hips up, penetrating you fully in one go. Your eyes were like saucers. You could see your reflection in the window.

Your skirt had been tied up, revealing where the two of you join. A lewd sight to see. Tears stream down your cheeks from the humiliation. He braces himself, “You Ready?” he whispers pulls you up once again. Only the tip of his cock remains inside. He lets gravity take over. By dropping you down his manhood. You could feel him piercing deeper inside each time he rocks you up and down. At this point you had no control over the super soldier’s brute force. His thrusts were inhuman.

After a while, jerking had finally slow down. His hips buck up into you one last time before heavily coating your walls. Your whole body convulses before going limp. Mouth left agape from the intensity of the orgasm. A line of spit trails from your parted lips to the floor below. Steve rests you on the seat besides him.

He retrieves your panties and slips them back on. His hands roam your body for another feel. It was about time he start treating himself. He gives your breasts a squeeze before pulling your top back up. Both of you are now seated with Steve holding you close to him. He takes his coat and wraps it around you. Your limp form leans against his shoulder. He swings your legs in between his. Both of you are seated as a doting couple.

You later awaken in your bedroom. A light breeze from an open window cools the atmosphere. The morning sun approaches, ready for the new day. You get up to shut it close. That’s when you notice your sleeves. This wasn’t your coat. So who—no..It wasn’t a dream after all.

Originally posted by mynameisgarlic

Memories from last night return. You turn around to see if anyone was in your room. This man now knew where you lived. A note is left in the pocket of the oversized coat. You drop the note immediately after reading it.

‘Until next time -S.R.’