Love In The Woods Part 2 (It’s Over)

Soldiers || Part 18/? || Steve Rogers /Reader

Summary:You, Steve and Natasha reach your old military base on New Jersey and someone from your past returns

Genre: Angst, Some fluff

Fandom: Captain America, Marvel

Disclaimer: Why do I even put a Disclaimer if say the same things??

A/N: Oh god I have a test in Ancient Greek tommorow.. Wish me luck…

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You were outside of the base while memories of you, Steve, Bucky, Peggy and Howard came to your mind. How you and Steve used to run before the serum and colonel Philips screaming at you both for being late. Steve had the same thoughts too. But he didn’t think of chester yelling, but you. How every time you were sparkling and looked beautiful, your kindness and heart of gold. That’s the woman he fell for. And now, she’s his. Natasha didn’t know what to say. Seeing your faces was enough for her to understand what you were feeling right now.

“Wait, that building. Steve, I think it’s not in the right place..” He nodded and broke the lock pushing the door open. Many old computers were there. In the wall hung pictures of your friends in the army. You moved next to a library that seemed weird to all of you. “If you’re already in a secret base, why do you hide the elevator?” He said and you helped him push open the leaves of the library.

The secret floor had some some computers. The same as the others from upstairs but bigger. In the middle, next to the bigger computer, a new-technology usb port made Natasha get more interested. She plugged the flash drive into the port. The screen turned on and it wrote a message “Initiate system?”

“Yes” Natasha typed. The camera started moving and analyzing your faces. It stopped at Steve.

“Steven Grant Rogers, born 1918. Y/N Barnes, born 1918. Natalia Romanoff, born 1984.” The man in the computer had a very familiar voice.

“Zola.” You and Steve exchanged a look.

“You know that thing?”

“Before Captain Rogers and future mrs. Rogers here didn’t send me to jail I was a human like you madam. In 1972 I got diagnosed and science couldn’t save my body but, my mind was worth saving under two hundred thousand feet of data banks. And now, you’re standing on my brain. ” The machine said and the picture of Arnim Zola appeared.

“What the-?” You said and looked to the ground taking some steps closer to Steve. “But, HYDRA died with the red skull. How can it be possible to exist?”

“Cut off one head two more shall take it’s place” Steve rolled his eyes at the usual Hydra’s moto.

“Prove it” Natasha commanded and he showed a display of the redskull, some battles of the hollowing commandos, Captain America and you, Mrs. America. Then it showed SHIELD’s beginning. He showed how HYDRA killed Howard and Maria Stark and made it to look like a car accident.

“We won, Captain Rogers and Barnes, your deaths amounts to the same as your life. Zero sums.“ Steve clenched his fist and punched the screen

“What does the flash drive contains?” Natasha questioned your old enemy.

“Project insight requirs insight so I wrote an algorithm. “

” What does it do?“

“Unfortunately, you shall be too dead to hear it.” The doors behind you started closing and you threw your shield but it didn’t close.

“Guys, a missile is on the way..” Natasha said.

“Who fired it?”

“Shield” You had only thirty seconds. Steve grabbed you by your waist and pulled the three of you in a hole, using your shields to protect the three of you. You were screaming from the pain and soon enough, everything around you turned black. Steve got away the heavy rocks from you and Natasha and pulled you to the surface.

“Y/N?Baby, are you alright?” You slowly opened your eyes. “Oh my god I was so scared.” You could see the worry in his eyes.

“I’m fine… Did you got hurt? Natasha?” He nodded and picked Natasha up.

“She is breathing luckily. We have to find a safe place..” As you made sure that noone else was there you walked to the woods.

“I don’t get it? What did Zola meant with that algorithm?”

“I’m not sure, I guess we’ll find out. You sure that you’re alright? Babe you look a bit pale..”

“I’m fine, Stevie. Don’t worry about me.” The truth is, you were scared. Not scared about getting yourself hurt or anything.. You were scared what if Steve or Natasha could get hurt or you can’t save the earth again. But also, you were worried about something else.. Something inside of you.. “I’m not in fire, so yeah. I’m fine.” He smiled to you kissed your cheek. Natasha started opening her eyes. “Hey sleeping beauty. Are you ok?” She nodded and stood on her feet.

“Where are we going?”

“At a friend’s” Five minutes later the three of you reached an apartment not far from the city center. Steve knocked the door and that guy that Steve was chatting with when he was jogging opened the door. “We’re sorry we just needed a place. Everybody is trying to kill us.”

“Not everyone” Sam said and offered you to come in. His house wasn’t big enough. He had a small living room detached with the cuisine and two small bedrooms. Each one had it’s own bathroom. It was a joyful place though. The windows were big enough and plenty of light was entering the home and made you feel warmth. After you showered you moved to the kitchen and sat next to Steve.

“We’re sorry if we’re disturbing you Sam, but shield is after us.” You said with an apologetic and sad look on your face but Sam smiled at you to reassure you.

“Don’t worry, It’s nice I have Captain America, Mrs. America and Black Widow in my apartment. It’ll be my pleasure to help you guys.” You gave him a side-smile. “But seriously now, what happened with them?”

“Hydra was growing into SHIELD this hole years. They killed Nick Fury and they are hunting us. You said you were a pilot right?“

“Well not exactly..” He handed Steve a folder with some pictures and articles. Sam Wilson wasn’t a simple pilot. He had a suit with wings. The name was Falcon.

“We can’t ask you to do that..”

“Dude, Mrs and Captain America wants my help I’d be more than happy to help them “ He smiled and the four of you headed out to the door.

Flash foward to the bridge’s incidents

You were in the backseats next to Sitwell. You were moving him to a secret location so he can tell you more about Hydra. Sam was driving and Steve was next to him, sometimes turning his head to you, to see if you’re alright. You nearly screamed when an arm, metal arm popped into the car, dragging Sitwell out and throwing him off the bridge. Natasha grabbed her gun and shooted. The winter soldier stole Sam’s steering wheel and he lost car’s control.

You grabbed Natasha and kicked the door with your shield dragging her out with you. Steve did the same with Sam. Three black cars appeared and Hydra men came out. The winter soldier shot a rocket and Steve pushed you so it could hit his shield. He fell of the bridge. You stopped time to kill some of the men but it was late to take the winter soldier down. He came towards you and you kicked his knee, and backflipped so he couldn’t get any closer. You fought some minutes before he kicked and punched you causing to fell off the bridge too, causing you to fell with your back. “Shit” you mumbled as you noticed the pool of blood around you. With all your strength you stood up and grabbed the black Thompson gun next to the dead agent. You fired and killed the man that tried to shoot at Steve. He ran to you when he noticed the pool of blood which matched your back.

“Y/N! Are you alright baby? Please tell me that you’re alright.” You shook your head and he gave you a quick hug. “Thank God.” You wanted that moment to last longer but you noticed Nat fighting with the winter soldier, but getting shot. He was ready to kill her but you and Steve joined the fight before he could.

After some minutes of constantly punching, kicking Steve threw a kick on his face causing the mask to slip. The man stood there looking at you. You looked at him in shock, not beliving who he was. “Bucky?” Steve asked but he remained silent for some seconds.

“Who the hell is Bucky?” Bucky said and Sam caused an explosion which Bucky found a good feint and left. You looked at the ground. Brock Rumlow and his team came, pointing guns at all of you.

“Fell on your knees, hands up!” He screamed as his men pushed the gun on your temple. “Not here!” He yell when he saw the helicopter on the sky. They locked you, Steve, Natasha and Sam to the back of one of their cells with two Hydra agents to look after you.

“It’s all my fault..” You whispered as hot tears fell down your face. “I couldn’t save him and they did that to him.”

“Sweetheart it’s not your fault. We talked about this many times before. So please don’t blame yourself for something you’re not culpable of.“ You shook your head.

“Y/N, I wasn’t there when he fell, but I know that’s not your fault.” Natasha tried to reassure you but then you noted the blood on her shoulder.

“She needs some medic care. She lost much blood, she will die in here if we don’t do anything.” The agent on the door pulled two electrical sticks of her suit. She sticked them to the man next to her and kicked him at his face.

“This thing was squeezing my brain..” Maria said as she pulled the helmet out. “Who the hell is this guy?”

I think how much people choose their future work because main character of series/films/books do sth. Like I wanna be psychologist because Hannibal Lecter is psychologist.

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Home - a Captain America/Steggy fanfic

WARNING: CHARACTER DEATH

So I had this idea after seeing the trailer for Civil War, and some people saying Steve might actually die. And I wondered, can a super soldier die? And what goes through Steve Rogers’ mind, when he realizes he’s dying? Morbid, I know, but then I thought of something that could be done for him, by someone on his team, in the last minutes of his life (Just a warning that I didn’t do too much research on this person’s powers, just based it off of the MCU ‘verse).

Also, this scene resonated with me, and heavily influences this story:

Rating: K

Words: 638

Summary: In which we find out that super soldiers can die, and a priceless gift is given.

WARNING: CHARACTER DEATH

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Careful - Tony Stark x (f)Reader

Words: 1241 Pairing: Tony Stark x (f)Reader Featuring: Wanda Maximoff, Vision, Natasha Romanoff Warnings: none? Requested by @floralpeaceofmind “Can you please write sad/fluffy imagine with Tony Stark where y/n is pregnant but didn’t tell Tony so she can fight with them and gets hurt? I’ll let the end to your imagination. Thank you:)” Author’s Note: flufffffff yay! Is it just me, or has Tumblr seemed really dead lately? The imagine tags and notes are really weird, people I usually see get a ton of notes only a few minutes after they post are barely getting any after an hour, it’s weird. Oh well! Here’s a Tony imagine!

Masterlist.

You scrolled through the photos on your phone, smiling at every one you came across, reminding you of the good times.

Wanda and you just liked to do this when you two hung out. This time it was your turn, and the topic was your boyfriend. It made you happy, yet sad. Afraid that after a few days, it could all potentially be ending.

“First date.” You told her as you came across one of the first photos you had of Tony.

“Romantic or not?” She asked.

“It was, really awkward.” You laughed, remembering the night. Tony had asked you out twice before. The first time, you turned him down because you knew how much of a playboy he was. Second time, you were afraid that the only reason he was talking to you was because he knew of what you could do and only wanted to recruit you. (Plot twist, he didn’t even know you had your power. He just really liked you.) Third time, you said yes, just to give him a shot. And after the awkwardness left, you two hit it off. And have been going strong for two years.

“What about this one?” Wanda picked another photo.

“It was my birthday.” You said. “He tried to embarrass me as much as he could, it was sweet, yet I was suffering.” You said.

“You guys have a good relationship. What is this?”

“This is when we worked on the renovated Stark Tower.” You explained. “We felt that we needed to capture the moment.” You said, talking about a photo a sneaky AI took of you guys kissing in front of fireworks. It’s one of your favorites.

“Give me a minute.” Wanda stood up and smiled, heading to the bathroom. Man, you had missed these days, especially now all that you do is worry.

“Um,” Wanda said as she walked out a minute later. “I know this is not not mine and Natasha cannot possibly have this happen…” Wanda held up a pregnancy test and you swore at yourself.

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Just because you can doesn’t mean you should. [ PETER PARKER x READER imagine ]

Peter Parker x Reader 

Prompt : [y/n] can’t sleep because of the noise from the party coming from the appartment above hers. She decided to go confront her new neighbor.

Warnings : Swearing [woops] , mention of fight, blood.

Be indulgent with me, it’s the first thing I write in TWO freaking YEARS, feedback is always appreciated

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The music was blasting in the whole residency. It was almost 1 A.M. when she was waken up by disturbance coming from the appartment above hers. “ Welcome to the Queens, “ she growled, putting her duvet on her face. It’s been two weeks only since she moved in this neighborhood with her father and she already regretted her father’s choice of career. First, she moved out of Maine, where she was borned and raised, then he decided to accept the promotion his job offered him, clearly the appartment was bigger than the last one, but he had a lot more hours to work. [y/n] has been busy all that time by getting the stuff out of the boxes, store all that business and by throwing out the box, discover the neighborhood a little.  She glanced at her room, cursing at the noise’s responsible. It was the last day of the holidays and even if she knew she couldn’t sleep well with the idea of passing her last high school year without her friends, surrounded by unknowns people, she would rather be in silence. She turned her back and try to get back to sleep. One hour later, music was still on. She sat up straight, ready to kill someone. She was a very calm person, but better not risk to piss her off. And she was, pissed off. She put off some sweetpants, an Iron Man sweatshirt, her sneakers and decided to go visit her so-lovely neighbor. She closed the door with her keys and she climb up the stairs two by two. In front of the door, she changed her mind, saying to herself that she better not start to argue with the neighbors, at least for her dad. She was about to turn her heels, when she heard a group of people, apparently drunk, shouting from the other side of the door. She fumed. “ Never mind, I’m probably not the only neighbor who is pissed off. “ she tried to reassure herself. She banged several times on the door before a boy opened it. He was quite young, probably the same age as her. The hair were messy, the eyes were browns, and there were a stupid grin on his face. She looked at him sternly, understanding that he was quite loaded. “ - You’re the one living here? She asked - Yes, Yes, that’s me, to whom have I-I the honor?” We could sense how concentrated he was to answer. “ - Me, your new neighbor from below. It’s more that 2 A.M. So do a favor to everyone living here and shut the music please “ she blurted. She astonished herself ; she kept her temper while saying everything she wanted to say. Well done, [y/n]. She looked at him fixedly until he react. He let out a curse and an apology and went into the meanders of his appartment full of people. After a few seconds, she heard the music being shut and people complaining at the host. He came back after a moment without failing falling on someone, before reappear in front of her. “ - Thank you neighbor, I- “ She was cut by people leaving his appartment, greating your neighbor, wishing him a good night. They shoved him a little and she took a step back, not wanting to know the same fate. He grumbled about the cleaning and put his attention on her “ - I don’t remember your name, new neighbor, he joked - It’s because I didn’t gave it to you, neighbor. By the way, nice buddies, very helpful for the cleaning. - That’s not really my “buddies”, they’re mostly high school colleagues, in fact. I had the appartment for myself so I thought “ well, I can have a party”, “ he muttered, looking at his feet. She sighed and start to go away. “ - Well, I have to go, neighbor, but remember that just because you can doesn’t mean you should. Good luck for cleaning this mess. “ She waved at him before go down the stairs. “ - Thanks! I’m Peter…. by the way “ he called before heading home. He scratched his head, admiring the terrible mess left by his “friends”. He started cleaning up, fearing her aunt’s coming home early. Spider-man would have trash to take out tommorow. 

She had the occasion to see him the next day. Happened that Peter Parker and her shared a few classes, in this new high school which was very much the same at her last. Peter was well different from the person she had met the day before. He was more of a loner and the people leaving his appartment yesterday , acted like they didn’t knew him. He had raised his head when she presented herself in class in the first period, recognizing the young woman he talked with the day before. She chatted with a few classmates and ate with them at midday. Even in Maine or here in New York, the schema was the same : sports guys’ table, cheerleaders’ table, geeks’s table, loners’ table, gothics’ table,etc.. She sighed, she wasn’t the type to girl to worry about thoses clichés, but she had to admit she felt lucky that she never been on the bottom of the social ladder. Even if she never had been of the top neither, thankfully. The idea of being the cliché girlfriend of a football player made her want to throw up. After lunch, she excused herself to go to the toilets. She put some fresh water on her face, to give her some courage for the rest of the day. While she was coming out of the toilet, she heard a thud from the other wall. She took a look before coming out, and saw a little crowd of football player in front of a locker. “ So Parker, you didn’t thanked me for bringing people to your party? Without me, I think you would have spend the night with your calculator! “ A player said, laughing, she remembered one of her classmate calling him Flash. She took a step aside , seeing Peter, blocked by Flash’s arm against one of the locker. Peter didn’t seemed to be bothered by the situation and kept the silence, which happened to anger the other. “ You seriously going to let me hit you without reacting? I’m more dissapointed by you that I already was Parker. “ he slipped in a surly tone.We could feel that his ego was touched, caused by the silence treatment Peter was giving him. Peter grinned, knowing he would pissed off the other and that he was going to get punched. He was waiting for the impact, but it didn’t come. Instead, a voice resonated behind Flash and his band. “ - Hey guys, can I get a high five? Because, attacking a personne and being four ? No, realy, what bravery, I applaud. “ [y/n] dropped, trying to be as cynic as possible. - Get away, newbie, you don’t want to have us on your back on your first day, do you ? Barked one of Flash’s sbire. - Oh yes, I’m going now, I’m impressed. Excuse my imprudence, she quipped, doing a little bow. Flash let go of Peter’s collar and came dangerously close from [y/n]. “ - Wanna play smart ass, but now, what are you’re gonna do? Saying, trying to get as close as he could from her, his hands in tight fists. - I let you the honnor to start, I’m not use to start fights. “  She felt her face going on the right side as she watched Flash fist moving, a smile on his face, obviously proud of himself. [y/n] smirked, touching her lip. She looked at her bloody thumb and smiled. He had managed to really pissed her off.  “ On the other hand, I’m used to finish them “ she slipped before catching her shoulder. As Flash reverted his attention to her, she made an arm lock and managed to get him strap up on the floor. She landed four well-placed punch, one at his cheekbone, one at his nose, another one at his jaw and the last one at his brow bone. She stood up normally, looking at the others. “ Who’s next “ she peered. The others apologized and get Flash back before leaving, under [y/n]’s smile. She then turned to Peter, still standing at the locker. She surprised herself by being afraid of his reaction, but been even more surprised when this one applause. “ - Well, I’m glad I turned down the music last night, he laughed - Instead of taking danse class, my father had me teached how to defend myself. Even if the danse classes I took after helped me to associate elasticity and defense. “ she chortled, realizing that she was telling her life to a complete stranger. But weirdly, she liked that Peter Parker, there were something mysterious about him that she enjoyed. He laughed and become serious again while looking at her face. “ But you should get some water on your lips because you’re bleeding well” He stuttered, not really knowing what to do. She carried her hand back to her lips, and laughed while whipping the blood, leaving Peter and going back to the toilets.She put some water on her lips and a few minutes later, the bleeding had stopped. She came out and was surprised to see Peter waiting for her.He scratched his head and as he was about to talk, the bell rang in the hallway, now full of people. They went silently to they classroom and take their places. The end of the day came quickly, Peter and [y/n] could admire Flash pushing everyone on his way. It was sure, his ego has took a big ass punch. [y/n] spend her way back home talking to Peter, they went along quite well. She talked to him about a movie, and she asked him if he wanted to come to her appartment so she could lend him the DVD and he accepted. Coming home, she was surprised to see the door unlocked but felt relieved when she saw her dad’s imposing stature in the kitchen. “ - Dad it’s me! I didn’t expected you this soon! she exclaimed, hugging her dad from behind.Peter took a look of the appartment living room and turned back when he heard [y/n]’s dad laughed. - You think I was going to miss your first day of class? He laughed but his smile dissapeared when he looked at his daughter. What happened? Did you get into a fight? - Yes.But nothing serious.You should see the other one’s face. You know I can take care of myself, she hinted trying to ease her dad. It was the case. - Just because you can doesn’t mean you should , he protested, ruffling her her. “ She groused before remembering her neighbor’s presence.  “ - By the way dad, this is Peter Parker, we have a few classes together and he lives on the apartment above us. Peter, this is my dad. “  She stepped aside and left the two men chat while looking for her DVD. “ - Nice to meet you kid, I’m mister Castle, but you can call me Franck. - Nice to meet you Sir “ he stummered, shaking his new neighbor’s massive hand. “ [y/n] reappeared giving Peter the DVD and they went to the door. “ - You’ll tell me your opinion! - No problem! See you tomorrow, warrior “ he joked before heading home. He was greeted by his aunt, who questionned him about how his day went. He answered quickly, claiming having a lot of homework. In his room, he thought about how crazy this day has been, mostly about the encounter with [y/n]. She exuted something special and her reflexes where on point. He laughed quietly, wondering if she could stand before Spiderman. After he was done with his light homework, and that he was sure her aunt was going out for her night shift, he put on his hero’s costume. As Peter Parker, he had time to think about his aunt, his studies, the bullies who thought they were scaring him, about [y/n]. But as Spiderman, he had to put thoses things aside. Especially since a few days, the human spider had found a new enemy. What was at first an urban legend just litteraly came alive. Coming back to the Queens, where he was born, the man was following no rules and allowed himself to kill a lot of people, from the mafia for sure, but people still. He was webbing from buildings to buildings and landed on a rooftop. It dominated the city, and he could listen to the police’s radio so he could find that man. He was easy to be identified, this man has been awarded the nickname ; the Punisher.

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The Waiting Game

I’m currently sitting in the hospital waiting room (we’ve been here a couple hours) with my best friend waiting for her to be seen. I was wondering if you could do a Bucky X Reader one shot where him and her are in the hospital waiting room for a long time because reader has a tooth ache or something and Bucky is being cute and helping pass the time. Thanks dear :)

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“James Buchanan Barnes if you don’t stop tapping your foot I’m going to shove your shoe up your ass,” were the first words to come out of (Y/N)’s mouth upon arriving to the hospital waiting room.

She knew Bucky was just nervous. The stainless steel and sterile instruments reminded him to much of a lab, but he was here for her anyways. She wouldn’t have snapped at him on a regular day but her aching head from a terrible migraine was causing her to be very grouchy.

The only reason she even came to a hospital was because Bruce was overseas and the team thought she had a concussion. The concussion wasn’t even from doing something badass; it was because they were playing hide and seek and Clint popped up behind her. Which caused her to fall from the vents and hit her head.

Bucky was willing to come with (Y/N) anyways though. When it came to (Y/N) Bucky was pretty much willing to do anything. He just smiled at her before setting his foot on top of the other.

After waiting for about twenty minutes, a nurse swung the door open and called out (L/N), waiting for the name holder to follow.

The nurse was very polite and told (Y/N) everything she was doing as she went along. She finished up and told them a doctor would be in soon to which (Y/N) tried to hide her annoyance. She knew how this went; she remembered the trips from when she was a child, waiting hours for the doctor to show.

Bucky began to laugh as soon as the RN left the light green room. “C'mon Doll, relax. When we get back to the tower I’ll cuddle with you and we can just sleep for a whole day,” he promised.

“I thought concussion patients couldn’t sleep?” She asked him. He brushed back the flyaway hair in her face.

“No Doll, as long as you can hold a conversation before you sleep,” he told her. She nodded her head before lying against the wall.

Bucky suddenly stood up with a mischievous glimmer in his eye. That was never a good thing. He stepped towards the box of medical gloves and pulled one out, before making his way back to the paper lined bed. He cupped the whole of the glove before blowing air into it and inflating it.

“The doctor is going to walk in on you doing this Buck,” she laughed, “And she’s gonna tell the whole world that the infamous Winter Soldier blows up gloves at the doctor’s office.”

Bucky looked towards her with a smirk. “Please (Y/N), it takes like two hours for the doctor to show,” he argued against her. He was only doing this to lift her spirits and was really hoping no one would walk in on him like this.

(Y/N) just sighed and rolled her eyes. Bucky turned back to the cabinet display and reached for the silver lined jars holding wood compressors. He took two out of the jar and pressed each stick against his canines. “Hey (Y/N),” he said with a slight lisp, “What happens if I don’t oil my arm?” He waited for her to ask, and then said, “It walrust!”

(Y/N) snorted and shook her head at him when they both heard the door swing open. Bucky, wooden tusks and all, faced the doctor, gave a “Hello,” speech impediment included, before taking the tongue compressors out and sitting in the second chair. Needless to say it was an awkward visit.

Exactly an hour and thirty-two minutes later Bucky and (Y/N) were laying on the couch together, watching some random movie. “But did you see her face?” (Y/N) asked.

“She looked scarred. I scarred that poor woman for life. We should probably send an edible arrangement,” he suggested.

This only caused (Y/N) to laugh harder and Bucky was proud of himself. “I’m sure, being a doctor, she’s seen far worse things than an ex-assassin make him self a walrus,” she assured him.

“Well I only did it for you, Babygirl,” he nuzzled against her ear. He pushed his flesh hand through her (h/c) hair, (Y/N) humming in appreciation. As her breathing evened out, Bucky felt only happiness, something very rare for him. He took advantage of this and let himself drift alongside her.

‘Maybe he could have another shot of happiness,’ he thought as her lips brushed against his cheek.

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Following Commands

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: 1.6K

Warnings: Few swearwords, arguing and a little bit of angst

Request: Hello Sweetie 😊 I try and request also something. One with Steve where you constantly fight but secretly you have a crush on each other. One time Steve finds you sitting at the Roof of the Stark-Tower, crying. He immediately joins you and hugs you, holding you close while you tell him how useless you feel and that you disappoint all the People around you. He then tells you how much you mean to everyone, especially to him and you finally confess your feelings? :) Thx –Anonymous

A/N: I’m sorry it took me so long to write your request doll, I absolutely love it! ♥

You ran your fingers above the hard disk drives; numbers, pictures and words running to your mind as a tornado of colors and shapes, filling it with the most protected secrets of Hydra. Anything they had ever created, anything they had ever planned or researched –everything now saved on your mind, locked in the safe boxes of your brain.

A strict call for your name caused you to flinch and the flood of information to crackle as you shook your head, trying to push the voice out of it.

“Abort the mission,” Steve’s strict voice called out on the line of your earbud over the voice of fighting at the background. “All Avengers step back, now.”

“Not now, Steve,” you mumbled, trying desperately to get your focus back to the hard drives to get all the cognizance in time. “I’m almost done.”

“I don’t care, step back Y/N,” he raised his voice – yet you didn’t budge. You had everything under your control and could have teleported yourself out of the base of Hydra in nanoseconds or whenever the situation would have demanded you to.

“No,” you shook your head, “All I need is twenty seconds.”

“You are not getting that, get out of the building Y/N,” Steve snapped, his voice deep and harsh, making shivers run through your spine. Shooking your head again, you gritted your teeth as you tried desperately to make the information to flow faster.

“Y/N-“

“Ready,” you sighed from relief as you got the last codes from the hard drives. In a blink of an eye, you teleported yourself back to the Quinjet, breaking into a breathy laugh when you appeared. “Ooh, that was close.”

“Shit, doll, you don’t give a damn about the orders.” Bucky shook his head, yet couldn’t hide the amused grin on his dusty and bruised face.

“Yeah, well when the commands are stupid-ass commands, I refuse to obey them,” you rolled your eyes with a sarcastic laugh as you tried to calm down your breathing as well as stop your heart bouncing out of your chest.

“Are you out of your mind?” Steve called out, his voice cold and angry as he rushed towards you, his blue eyes full of disappointment. “I told you to abort the mission-“

“If I had stepped back at that point Steve–,” you took a deep breath, trying your best to stay calm, “the whole mission would have been for nothing. I got-“

“I don’t care Y/N, if I give you a command, it’s your job to obey,” he snapped. “It doesn’t matter-“

“There was no point in that order, and you know that,” you raised your voice, stepping closer to him. “I had everything under my control so why on earth-“

“Y/N,” Steve shook his head and clenched his jaw. “You are no longer working as an Avenger.”

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I Can’t Find My Cat

Request: Prompt number 2 with Peter Parker CA:CW? Thank youuuuu! 😘

Prompt: “I know it’s 3 in the morning, but I can’t find my cat”

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Author’s note: y/c/n means your cat’s name

Peter was woken up by a light tapping on his window.

“Peter, open up. I need your help.” Peter jumped out of bed when he heard how worried you sounded. He rushed to the window and opened it up.

“Y/n, what are you doing here?” 

You climbed in and began to pace around Peter’s small room and said, “I know it’s 3 in the morning, but I can’t find my cat. Can you help me?”

“That’s what you risked waking up Aunt May for? She’d kill you if she found out you climbed up 6 stories to find me, and then she’d kill me for letting you.” This caused you to stop pacing around the tiny room and you looked Peter in the eyes.

You crossed your arms across your chest and said, “Are you going to help me or not?”

“Of course I will, just let me get changed and then we can leave” , Peter sighed and added, “through the front door.” You smiled and sat down on his bed and waited for him to get his clothes on.  When he was done the two of you headed out.

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