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Keep Coming

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After a long recovery from the explosion, Steve works to ensure that the reader doesn’t take unnecessary risks again.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: previous injuries, physical therapy, SMUT, so much teasing, forced orgasm (1)

Word Count: 1700

Note: Damn, this got filthy real quick. Reblogs and comments much appreciated. Tag lists and requests open as always. Please enjoy!

Part 1: Come Back to Me 

“No, Tony. I do not want thrusters in my braces.” You moved as quickly as you could on the crutches. It wasn’t enough.

“Just hear me out-“

“No, Tony. Didn’t Pepper have you doing something?” Keeping your best straight face, you watched Tony quickly descend into panic. He rushed off without another word, the debate about possible prosthetics forgotten.

Not that you needed prosthetics. The injuries from the blast had severed some nerves. You tried not to remember waking up from your two-week coma not being able to feel your legs. No pins and needles, no ice, not even phantom limb. Nothing. One Steve had calmed you down, Clint was able to talk you into trying the pod that saved his life during Sokovia. In theory, it should have instantaneous to walk again. Instead, it led to months of therapy while the team continued to work. Between missions, Steve was always by your side giving you a hand when you needed it and hanging back when you wanted to walk on your own.

“Who won the battle?” Steve walked in and dropped some files in a nearby table.

“I did by distraction. Steve, honey, the next time I’m spouting nonsense about wanting to chop my legs off instead of having to go through therapy, please make sure Tony’s not in the room. He can take things too literally when he’s itching to build something.”

Steve chuckled. “I think the ‘real’ ideas came later. At the beginning, Tony was just being…”

“Tony,” you said together.

You worried your bottom lip. “Are you busy?”

“No. What do you need?”

The deep breath did nothing to calm your nerves. “I want to try.”

He sighed. “Are you sure? You’ve made great progress, and there’s no need to rush anything.” His Adam’s apple bobbed as you nodded. “Okay. Goal to beat?”

“Ten steps.”

Steve nodded and took his position a few feet away. You steadied yourself, then put your crutches to one side. The first step was always the hardest. He was always close enough to catch you if you stumbled but stayed just out of reach. You tried not to think about how much you hated having to learn how to walk again. You couldn’t count either. Steve said that was his job. You didn’t look behind or to either side to see how far you moved. Only at Steve.

“Come on, Y/N,” he mumbled under his breath, “keep coming, baby. You’re doing so good.” He bumped into a table and had to redirect your course around it. It was the first curve in the therapy, so you had to move slower. “Good, good. You’ve got it.”

Your knees wobbled, and Steve rushed forward to catch you.

“How many?”

“Fifteen,” Steve beamed. “And a curve. That’s good, Y/N. Really good.” He picked you up and sat you in the Segway-chair Tony got you for when you tired of the crutches.

“Can we get ice cream now?” It was easy to sway him. A twinge of whine in your voice and a slight pout. Not much at all.

Steve huffed with a smile. “And you accuse me of puppy-dog eyes. Let’s go.”

The glare from your bedside lamp cast long shadows across your bedspread as Steve tucked you in. You fiddled with the top hem.

“If you keep biting your bottom lip like that, you’re going to lose it one day.” Steve sat on the bed next to your hip and took your hands. “What’s on your mind?”

“Can you stay? Tonight?” You gave his hand a squeeze. “I miss… you.” Puppy dog eyes were not necessary, but you tried anyway. It sent a thrill through you to see his eyes darken and glisten.

He placed your hands over each other on your stomach, then placed his hands on top. “You’re still healing.”

“Please, Steve,” you whined. You leaned up to kiss him, but he pushed back on your shoulder until you were reclined on the pillow. “I took fifteen steps today. By myself! Well, with you guiding me.” You bit your bottom lip and dipped your head. He tipped your gaze back up to him and stroked his thumb across your bottom lip.

“Are you sure?”

“Mhmm.”

“But are you really?” Steve rubbed up and down your arms before taking your hands and placing them on either side of your head. “Because we really need to talk about-“

“I was supposed to have back-up before doing anything dangerous. But, if I recall, I did call for back-up and nobody came. What was I supposed to do? I couldn’t just let the-“

“Device go off and destroy the world. I know. There wasn’t time.” Steve sighed. “You did what you had to. It’s just… I… I was so scared I was going to lose you.” He released your hands to cup your face.

You placed your hands over his. “You were never going to lose me.” You turned your head to kiss his palm. “Now this discussion is all well and good, but I believe you still owe me a reward for topping my best score.” A giggle escaped you, accompanied by a sly smirk. “So, what did I win?”

Steve chuckled. “The world. If you can handle it.” Any reply you could have made faded into whimpering. His fingers worked through the fabric of your tank top to bring your nipples to attention. You arched further into his touch, but he pulled back the sheet and pressed down on your stomach to keep you level. If you weren’t supposed to move, that was going to be difficult as his touch grazed across your stomach. Your top was soon gone and his focus moved to teasing the top of your sleeping shorts. Instead of pulling them down, he trailed his fingers across your thighs making your skin break out in goosebumps. You waited with baited breath as his ministrations inched closer and closer to the heat building between your thighs. You swallowed a triumphant moan as he finally reached under and grazed your slick folds.

With a matching groan, you hummed his name and smiled while Steve nuzzled his nose against yours.

“Nothing underneath, Y/N? How long were you planning this?”

“Since I woke up.”

He had to press down on your stomach again as he eased in one teasing digit. With the second, once it was equally coated, he spread your arousal up to your clit. You closed your eyes, focusing on not moving. You even kept them closed as he pulled down your shorts and spread your thighs further apart. Lost in the sensations, you missed all the signals that Steve was positioning himself between them. The first kiss on your pelvis made you jolt. The second kiss was on your inner thigh, followed up by the light scrape of his teeth. The third kiss hovered over your sex while you held your breath, stealing it completely away with contact. His fingers began to curl in and out of you. He sucked at your clit, alternating the rhythm opposite of his fingers.

You were teetering on the edge. Skin aflame. Breathing shallow. Eyes half-lidded. You forced your eyes open in time to see Steve’s wicked grin right before he sucked hard on your clit while curling his fingers into the perfect spot. He watched while you fell apart calling his name. You heard clothes hitting the floor. He hummed against your skin as he crawled up your body. You turned your head so he had more access to your neck. He licked the shell of your ear, then sucked his fingers clean. You shivered.

With a growl he rolled onto his back, taking you with him.

“That was your reward. Now, about the mission.”

“Steve, baby, I’ve said all… ooh.” You fell forward to brace yourself on his chest. His hips rolled up to yours while his warm hands blazed against your hips. “That wasn’t fair,” you said. You gasped as he pulled you forward along his length. You wanted to do it again, Steve made sure you couldn’t.

“We’re just getting started, doll.”

He lifted you up and teased the head of his cock through your folds. Despite your death grip on his wrist, he maintained his own plan and kept the pace of his choosing. He moaned as you scraped your nails down his chest but stayed in control. When you were fully seated, he held you down and panted as your walls adjusted.

Whimpering, you begged. “Please-“

You cried out as he thrust. Your world dissolved into the hard strokes, the wanton noises coming from both of you, and the strong desire to move as quickly as possible. Yet still, Steve maintained the pace. Neither speeding up nor slowing down.

“You feel so good, doll,” he murmured. The praise made your skin flush. “I’ve missed seeing you like this. Blissed out of your mind. All mine.” He grounded you down on his pelvis again, making you blubber weakly. “You’ve been doing so good. But I’m afraid you won’t be able to walk much tomorrow.”

He began again. Thrusting as fast and relentless as you could handle. When he started to spin lazy circles into your clit as well, your body went rigid down to your toes. You couldn’t relax as Steve kept moving.

“Keep coming. You’re doing so good. One more.” Steve’s thrusts were becoming erratic. The frenzy of him sent you quickly into another spiral that sent your eyes rolling back. He caught you as you fell forward and pulled out to shoot his load between you.

Any other night you would have loved to clean him up, but tonight you settled for the lazy kiss he gave you. Hazily you felt him wipe of your stomach and tuck you back in. A minute later he shimmied under the covers next to you.

“No more putting yourself into danger?”

“I dunno,” you rolled to face away from him. “I can’t say I’m convinced not to if my punishment is that enjoyable.”

Before you could reach for the light, Steve wrapped his arm around your waist and tugged you back against his torso. “Then I guess I’ll have to try again and really drill it into you.”

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When I First Knew

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Prompt: Can you do something with Tony DiNozzo? When the reader is an old friend and she helps him with Tali, and Tony starts to fall in love with the reader? Just fluff, please.

Pairing: Tony DiNozzo x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: Fluff

Word Count: 1560

Note: This came out so cute! It’s just a quick snapshot of life, but hopefully it gets across the life I imaged Tony, Tali, and Y/N living. For those who have not experienced Small Potatoes… suffer with the rest of us here. Thank you for the request, and I hope you enjoy it. Requests and my tag lists are still open. If you felt any emotion, please let me know. Keyboard smashes and gif reactions are perfect!

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Tony’s POV:

Before I even had the keys in the lock, I could hear Tali happily screaming for me. She became more frantic as the keys jingled and waved at me through the windows on either side of the door. I left my stuff outside for the moment so I could scoop her up into my arms.

“How’s my Tali doing today?” She giggled as I razzberried her neck before setting her back down.

“Good! Good! Good!” Her English was still minimum, but then, so was my Hebrew. Tali ran back into the living room while I gathered my things and joined her, waving at Y/N. She nodded in agreement with Tali.

“She was good today. Ate all her carrots and everything.” When I was closer she whispered, “and napped like a brick.” She tossed a toy back into the basket, sharing a knowing look that I was probably going to step on it later anyway. I opened my mouth to speak, but she waved my unspoken words away. “Don’t say it. You always say it. Every single day.”

“And I always mean it. Thanks for doing this.”

Y/N groaned. “I still owe you for taking it upon yourself to watch after that scout troupe. If you can handle ten terrified kinds for a week, and not die by the end, then I can watch one adorable little girl and work on my toddler’s Hebrew.”

“It was purely mercenary. I took the kids so you’d do the paperwork.”

“It’s a good thing too. Your handwriting has always been illegible.” We stared at each other for a second then burst out laughing.

Tali looked up from playing and laughed with us, sending us into another fit. Y/N kneeled down and motioned for Tali to hug her goodbye. I would take a triple lecture on Gibbs’s rules over the scene that unfolded. Tali threw her toy at me (the girl’s got aim and quite the arm) and scurried away. If Y/N didn’t get a hug, then she couldn’t possibly leave. And she apparently couldn’t say goodbye if she couldn’t hear herself think.

“What is this?” Y/N asked her, not raising her voice. “We haven’t had a Mama-Drama Melt-Down in two weeks.”

“A Mama-what-now?” Had she used that term before?

“Mama-Drama. When a child suddenly has an audience they haven’t all day and decide to see if the limits are still there to push. Saw it almost every day when my mom ran a small daycare at her house. Never a peep out of any of them until it was time to leave. Good to see the same is unchanged with Tali.”

I flinched as Tali’s shrill voice reached what I hoped was the peak, or so I hoped. “A good thing?”

Y/N chuckled. “Yes. It means she’ll eventually grow out of it.” She moved to sit on the floor where Tali was huddled. “You know the deal. Lunch after Peter Rabbit. Naptime after story. And I go home after Little Einsteins before Small Potatoes comes on.”

I scrunched up my nose at that plan. Tali loved those creepy little British-singing things. And she always made sure I was watching with her and not dozing off. “With your clearance, isn’t there some way you could contact the station and have them flip the shows?”

Y/N wrapped Tali’s arms around her neck and picked her up. “I have higher clearance than you, yes. But media control is not my jurisdiction.”

“Shame.”

I leaned against the frame leading into the kitchen and watched as Y/N talked softly to Tali, reprimanding her but also promising to come back tomorrow. The Y/N I worked with years ago was a hellava shot and had even stared down Gibbs once and won. But on the other side of the coin, it never ceased to amaze me how good she was with kids. Which was why I called her in the first place when I needed help.

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay? We can break out the grown-up juice before you have to show up at the office. With what’s been going down today, you might need it.”

Y/N shook her head with a smile. “I have a reserve of various juices in the fridge hidden in my desk. And no, I won’t give you the combination.”

“Juice?” Tali asked, popping up from pouting against Y/N’s shoulder.

“It’s on the table. Can I get a hug before I go?” Tali pouted again, but gripped Y/N’s neck and gave her cheek a sloppy kiss. “Thank you. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

“Tomorrow.” Tali nodded once and hard as if sealing the deal. She was completely over her earlier episode and bounced off, happy and singing softly to herself along with the freaky potatoes.

I led Y/N to the door and held open her jacket. There were things I could say to make her stay a bit longer, but nothing seemed to make it fast enough to my lips. Before I could stop her, Y/N was saying goodbye and giving Tali one last wave.

“See you tomorrow,” she said.

“Tomorrow,” I nodded. Once. Hard. And with a slight pout since I couldn’t find anything else to say. Y/N giggled and left, leaving me to stare after her until the elevator doors closed behind her. Tali called for me and I chuffed at myself. “Falling for the babysitter? Just add it to your list of fulfilled clichés, Tony.”

On the couch, Tali crawled into my lap with a stuffed lion. She sang along and looked at me expectantly. I bobbed my head in participation, though my mind wandered to Y/N. How long had I had these feelings? Looking down at Tali and thinking about how natural Y/N was with her, I realized it didn’t matter. All that did was that I knew now. And, if the lady was willing, I could express this to her.

If I could find the words.

Y/N’s POV

Walking up to Tony’s apartment, I could hear Tali’s giggles through the door. I used my key to let myself in. They were on the couch, Tali freezing after each burst of giggle and pulling Tony’s hand to her tummy to tickle her. With each ‘attack’ Tali would throw her head back into the cushions and laugh with her whole body. Tony’s face was bright and so… peaceful. In a way I hadn’t seen him in a long time.

Tali noticed me and screeched my name. Tony reeled back out of the way as the toddler rocketed off the couch and wrapped her arms around my legs, chanting my name.

“Well hello to you too. Good to know who the favorite is,” Tony snarked with a smile.

“I’m not necessarily the favorite,” I said, picking Tali up. “She sees you all the time. I’m the few and far between treat.” I couldn’t say much more as Tali wrapped her arms around my neck and ‘hugged’ me with constrictor-like strength. When she was satisfied with the amount of love she’d given me, she wriggled until I put her down. Tony and I were forgotten and replaced with her collection of stuffed animals. We walked into the kitchen while she babbled at them in a mix of Hebrew and English.

Tony immediately went to his wine storage and I found two glasses. He poured while I gathered my thoughts.

“Is there a particular reason why you asked me over?” He had tried to sound nonchalant on the phone, but I picked up on the nervousness in his voice.

He didn’t answer for a second, sipping on his wine first. “The plan was to take you to dinner, but then my usual childcare wouldn’t be able to come.”

I laughed. “So you’re plying me with alcohol to get me to stay for dinner?” Tony’s blush was cute, even though he claimed he didn’t have one. I chuckled as he muttered ‘maybe’ under his breath. “What are we making?”

Tony’s eyes darted to the living room, where Tali was in her own little world. “Macaroni and cheese,” he whispered.

Tali’s head popped up and she looked at us. The girl was quick; she read our guilt and knew exactly what he said. She bounced over to us. “Mac an’ chez. Mac an’ chez?”

Tony glanced at me and I nodded. “Yes, Tali,” he said. “Mac and cheese. Sound good for dinner?”

She quickly nodded her head. “Y/N?” Her big eyes looked up at me and my heart could have melted.

“Yes, I’m staying for mac and cheese.” Tony and I laughed as she hopped away, giddy and once again completely oblivious to us.

I watched Tony as he watched her. There was so much love in is eyes for his little girl. I took a sip, hoping it would calm the sudden flip in my stomach. If anything, the alcohol started to seep into my system and let my mind flicker through what life could be like. I shut those familiar thoughts away as Tony found another conversation starter.

But at the back of my mind, the familiar thoughts hovered and grew. Once or twice I tried to bring one up, but the words died on my tongue. They weren’t ready yet. Still half-baked and too fantastical. They needed just a little more time.

Hopefully one day I could find the words.

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Forever Tags: @blondekel77 @laochbaineann @lavitabella87 @savmontreal @tinyelfperson @zuni21798 

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Darling

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Prompt: Eggsy from Kingsman doesn’t get enough smut! Xx so please could you fix this🙄 love you xx

Eggsy and the Reader are undercover as a couple, and they know the room is bugged. The reader suggests that they engage in certain activities to make the relationship “sound real.”

Pairing: Eggsy x Agent!Reader

Warnings/Promises: SMUT, oral (both receiving) orgasm denial-ish, bondage, forced orgasm, fluff

Word Count: 1,230

Note: Let me tell you, it was a hot afternoon writing this. This is straight SMUT, with a twinge of fluff at the end. Please let me know what you think with comments and reblogs, and a like here and there if you want. My tag lists are open, including one for Kingsmen fics if I start getting enough requests/ideas for them. If you have a request, feel free to shoot me a message on anon or public, or in my PMs. Now please enjoy!

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Twenty minutes ago, Mr. and Mrs. Kersey left the banquet of an ammunitions merchant and were led to their room.

Ten minutes ago, Mr. and Mrs. Kersey found several bugs in the suite while putting away their things, leaving the devises in place.

Five minutes ago, Mrs. Kersey murmured something to Mr. Kersey and then stated it was time for bed. Mr. Kersey followed and started to undo his tie.

At the present moment, you were trying to keep your composure while Eggsy threw away the last of your clothing. He grinned wide and started to kiss up your thigh from your knee. Any hope of keeping your first goal fell away as he skipped over your mound and continued his way up your body. You keened and shuddered under his touch.

“Oh, E-“

He silenced you with a kiss and leaned in close to your ear. “No names. Remember, darling?” He sucked gently on the crook of your neck.

“Yes, darling.” Your fingers wove into his hair as he leaned down to lave his tongue over your breasts. Once your peaks were raised enough to his satisfaction, he nibbled on your ear.

“You were the one who wanted to ‘make it sound real,’ love. So, let them hear you, ya?”

You couldn’t have been quiet if you tried. Eggsy flattened his tongue on your heat and pinned you to the bed. He drove his tongue into you, licking his way around your walls. He sucked on your clit at random intervals, jolting you. He chuckled as your thighs tightened around his head. The vibrations gave you the shivers and made you pant for oxygen. You clawed at the sheets as he licked and sucked and tortured you right up to the precipice of orgasm.

But then he held you there.

He slowed down the rhythm he had built up. A slow lick there. A stroke on your inner thigh there. Nosing at your clit with barely enough pressure. You whined as you felt the orgasm start to fade away.

“Darling, please!” You tried to move his head where you needed him, but Eggsy looked up at you with a smirk.

“I dunno. I kinda like it down here. Might eat my dessert slow and savor it for a while.” He groaned as you tugged harsh on his hair. “But I take it you don’t like that idea?” He sucked harshly on your clit, then waited for your reply. Which wasn’t so much of a reply as a desperate breathy moan and frantically shaking your head. Eggsy chuckled again.

He plunged a finger into you, curling and thrusting it in just the right places to send you crying out again. He kept his other hand still on your waist to keep you from bucking up into his face. He added a second finger and curled them alternately, then together. The coil in your belly tensed again. Eggsy sucked at your gushing pleasure and hummed delighted into your sex. With one last harsh suck on your clit, you came tumbling apart. Toes curling. Thighs shaking. And a blissed-out smile on your face.

Eggsy crawled up the bed to lay on the pillows beside you, smugly smiling at you. In the split second that he closed his eyes, you reached off the bed and grabbed his tie. Feeling your movements, his eyes snapped open just in time to see you finishing the knots around his wrists. Not to tight. Lose enough for him to escape should another need arise.

“Feeling in control, darling?” His grin sank into gasping as you wrapped your lips around his cock head. You licked at his slit. One hand you ran through your slick, then brought it up to grip his cock. The other you brought up where he could see you playing with your nipples. He grunted and his hips jolted as you started to drag your hand up and down his cock. “That feels so good, baby.” He broke off with a shuddering sigh as you gave him a particularly sharp twist. “You’re not feeling vengeful, are you?”

You leaned forward and kissed your way up his chest. “Maybe just a little,” you breathed against his lips. You backed away quickly, making him strain forward against the tie in an effort to follow your lips.  Keeping eye contact you trailed your nails down his chest, then bent to take his cock into your mouth. His head fell back and his eyes squeezed shut. You came up for air. “Too much?”

He rapidly shook his head. “No. Please keep going.” He watched you confused as you cheekily crossed your arms. His eyes glinted with understanding. “Please keep going, darling.”

You smiled and dipped back down to continue. His thighs tensed under your fingertips as you continued to bob up and down. His breathing was erratic. His torso rippled with strain as he tried to hold on. Just as his sighs reached their high point, you pulled off with a pop. Eggsy slumped into the pillows and panted to catch his breath.

You didn’t give him the chance.

With a groan from both of you, you guided his length into your sex and eased your way to the perfect full feeling he always gave you. Your walls pulsated around him, making you fall into his chest for stability. Eggsy used your moment of sensations to flip you under him. The give in the tie you’d given him so he could trash a bit he now used against you. He began a furious pace, making you brace yourself on the headboard. You might as well been the one tied up; you couldn’t use your hands for anything else.

Eggsy twisted his hips. He searched for the spots where you were most sensitive. And found them quickly. You mewled with each thrust, while Eggsy moaned above you. The mission, the room, the whole world faded away as the fire spread from the pounding in your heart through your veins to the tips of your fingers and your toes and to the very ends of your hair, burning your lungs and making your shiver with ice-hot heat. With a hoarse scream, you came, blinded with bright light.

But Eggsy kept going.

He slowed down for a little bit while you came back to earth, then sped back up.

“Darling, what are you doing?” you asked, a twinge of distress edging your voice. Your eyes fluttered shut as Eggsy twisted into one of your overly sensitive points.

“Come on. One more. One more to make up for the one I denied you earlier.” He continued to thrust until you were a quivering mess and his hips began to falter. “Come on, baby. One more.” Again you fell over the edge, this time taking Eggsy with you. He pinned his hips to yours while his cum coated your insides.

After a minute, Eggsy released himself from the tie and slid down beside you. He pulled the luxurious sheet over your body and kissed your forehead. He waved away your attempts to rub his shoulders.

“I’m alright, love. Go to sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

You curled closer to him and fell sleep on his chest.

He stayed up to keep first watch, passing the time by stroking your hair. When he was sure you were deep asleep, he leaned in close and whispered, “I love you, Y/N.”

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Come Back to Me

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It was supposed to be an easy mission. But when it explodes in the reader’s face, literally, the life flashing before the reader’s eyes is only the best moments.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: PWP, Angst, mission gone wrong, bodily harm, blood, mentions/ideas of death/dying, sad Steve, fluff

Word Count: 1920

Note: This is super angsty and fluffy. There is no one without the other, so get ready for pain. If I tore your heart out, please leave a comment and reblog. Tag lists and requests are open too! Now please enjoy.

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“Cap, something is wrong.”

Those were the last words you said before the formerly silent junkyard was suddenly filled with gunfire. You ducked behind a pile of iron beams. The cover wasn’t going to be good enough in a few seconds as Hydra came spilling out of every nook and cranny. One rounded the corner and aimed for you, but she missed as you scurried up the slight hill to the next bit of cover. From your new spot, you watched in confusion as a trio of Hydra agents struggled to carry a hunk of machinery covered with a tarp.

“Anyone got eyes on the 3 stooges?” Tony’s voice crackled in your earpiece. Looking up, you saw him dodging grenade launchers.

“I’ve got them. If anyone can get me cover, I’d appreciate it.” You ran after the group. You hoped they wouldn’t look back to see you until the last possible moment. Still, you hugged every hollowed car and pile of metal to ensure success.

One of the group stumbled just as they reached the peak cleared of excess junk. While the other two fixed the machine into place, the third saw you and pulled his weapon. You zigged and zagged, flinching as a bullet hit the ground next to your ankle. He gave a shout as you tackled him, finally alerting the other two. One came to help their comrade while the other began to turn on the machine. This one had a knife, though he didn’t last much longer once you disarmed him.

You only made it a few steps before a loud whirring began. The following blast sent you flying back, making you arch as you collided with another pile of beams. But you could still move, even if a little bit slower. The third Hydra agent was laying on her stomach beneath the glowing pulse shooting out over the junkyard and into the sky. She made eye contact and reached for the control panel again.

The agent began typing a command, so you took that time to ascend the last bit and wrestling the woman away from the machine. Overhead dark clouds rumbled and flashed with green light. The woman flipped you onto your back and wrapped her hands around your throat. From her position, you were stuck underneath with nowhere to go unless she made a mistake. As your vision started to fade, she tightened one hand and reached the other up to the machine. You jutted your hips up to throw her off balance. She shrieked as her hand spread across the panel, pushing the wrong buttons.

The panel turned red and started to flash.

With a string of curses, the woman punched you hard on your jawline and ran down the hill.

“It’s going to blow, team,” you coughed. “Find cover.” There wasn’t time to disarm it, but you hoped you had enough time to crawl away to the hollowed car further down the slope.

You didn’t.

The gunfire and sounds over the com receded past the ringing point as the machine gave the sky one last burst of white light. You went spinning through the air as the concussive blast exploded outwards. Faintly you felt pieces of the machine scraping across your skin, then searing pain in your chest. Your vision went dark.

“Hold still!” Steve laughed as you pulled a petulant face. “Come on, Y/N. If you don’t stop fidgeting I won’t be able to finish the sketch.”

“I thought you were faster than this,” you moaned. Despite your complaining, you resolved your body to stay still with a huff. “Why are we doing this again?”

Steve grinned and continued drawing. “I believe you said something along the line of ‘draw me like one of your French girls.’ I don’t think I’ve ever actually drawn a French girl, but when it comes to you, perfection demands perfection. So, hold still; I’m almost done.”

You fought off a different kind of moan as Steve bit his bottom lip. His brow was creased with concentration. Every once in a while, you saw his blue eyes as he looked up to your posed form, then back to the paper. He smudged some of the charcoal with his pinkie, tilting his head to get the shading just right.

“Okay. Yes.” Steve stood and walked to sit on the edge of the couch next to you. It looked like less of a sketch and more like a black and white photograph with slightly blurry edges. “I still don’t think I got perfect-“

“It’s wonderful Steve.”

The praise brought a light pink into the tops of his cheeks. He gave your forehead a lingering kiss and moved to continue down to your lips. But your stomach growled.

“Seriously?” You fell back into the throw pillows and couldn’t help but chuckle. “You did interrupt the idea of dinner.”

“I guess I did. But I wanted to capture the image of you just like this.”

“I really need to teach you how to use a camera.”

“But if I did, then…” The doorbell rang. “…then the pizza I called for while grabbing my stuff wouldn’t have had time to get here.”

You leaned up to kiss him. “You’re wonderful, you know that.”

“Always good to hear. Grab the plates? I’ve got the rest.”

“Has anyone got eyes on Y/N?” Steve’s voice was tinged with the frantic hope he could find you. The junkyard was on fire and anything metal hit by the blast was glowing with the same green light as the sky.

“The last I saw her she was close to the machine,” Tony replied.

Steve thanked him and headed in your direction.

Nat caught the basketball you passed. She dribbled it for a few steps, then threw it back to you for the point. You both gave a crow of victory while Steve and Bucky groaned. The two-on-two was first to spell ‘agent’ scoring on the opposite team to decide which team was going to write up the paperwork for the next three missions. So far, the guys had ‘a’ and ‘g’ while you and Nat only had ‘t’ to go.

“You know,” Bucky said, “if we get stuck with the paperwork, you guys will complain. Can’t cuddle, watch a movie and write.”

“Perhaps,” you said, eyeing Nat.

“But we’ve got that worked out. I’ve got a friend coming in to teach the two of us belly dancing.”

With a giggle, you two began to undulate your hips. The guys shared a look.

“So, do we want to lose or not?” Steve’s gaze came back to your hips. “Either way we win in the end. No paperwork or private dances?”

Bucky sucked in a breath as Nat curled her fingers at him. “If you two had told us the plan earlier, we could have made it easier to for you to win.”

You both snorted. “No you couldn’t,” you said in unison.

“Fine.” Bucky motioned for the ball and you all got into position. “For all the marbles.”

Bucky faked to Steve, but Nat saw through him and stole the ball. You twisted behind Steve and caught her toss. A second later you tossed it back so she could score. The guys didn’t seem to put out by their loss.

“Like Bucky said,” Steve panted, “either way we were going to win in the end.” He wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

“Are you sure?” You backed away from him while swaying your hips. “I might save my first demonstration for that Hydra banker I’m supposed to distract. Have fun filling out that paperwork.” You squealed as Steve ran after you.

“Get back here,” he growled. He caught you easily and whispered into your ear, “your wiles are for my eyes only. You wouldn’t want it any other way.”

“Get a room!” Nat called out. It never failed to make Steve blush, despite the hot warning just seconds before.

“We will,” you said. “Got to use up all the hot water too with our win.”

“No!” the guys groaned. You and Nat laughed, sharing the look agreeing to leave them a little.

“She’s not here, no, wait. I think I see her.” Steve shaded his eyes against the flames. The blast had crushed the junk into the former paths through the yard, creating a wrangled metal wall around the blast zone. Through a gap in the metal, he saw a huddled form slumped on the opposite side of the circle. His com crackled.

“Steve,” you croaked.

“I’m on my way, Y/N.” He stepped back to look at the wall for hand and footholds. “Hang on.”

“Steve. Steeeeve.” You scooted closer to him, sighing in pleasure as his body heat washed over you. He inhaled deeply and wiggled further under the blankets. “Steve, baby. It’s morning.” You ran your finger down his nose, grinning when he scrunched it.

“So?” he mumbled.

“Hold me. I want to go back to sleep. It’s cold on my side of the bed.” You smiled in victory as he picked his arm up so you could lay next to him. You fell asleep again and didn’t wake up until Steve’s alarm went off. You grumbled about how it was Saturday.

“Sorry. Forgot to unset it from last week.” You whined when he twisted back to turn off the beeping, taking the warmth with him. “Shh. I’m back.” He tightened his arm around your waist. “Can’t leave my girl cold in the morning.”

Your eyes cracked open with a thought. “Does it ever bother you? That I’m cold all the time?”

Steve opened his eyes too. “Not one bit. Makes me feel needed to the one person I care about the most.” Steve leaned in and nuzzled his nose against yours. “To me, you are the most important person.”

“I love you, Steve.”

“I love you too, Y/N.”

“Y/N. Y/N!” Steve’s voice pulled you back up into consciousness. “We’ve go to get you out of here. Tony’s suit is out of commission, and the jet is too big to get in here. Can you walk?”

“Maybe.” You lowered your arms from your chest to brace against what you were leaning on. Steve’s gasp of anguish made you look down. A steel rod was poking out of your chest. “Oh,” you groaned. “That’s why everything hurts.”

“Tony. I can’t get her out by myself. Send me anything you’ve got.” He grimaced. “We’re going to get you home. You’re going to be okay.”

“I know. I trust you.” Your vision blurred, and your head fell back. Steve squeezed your hand, waking you up again.

“Oh, no. Stay with me, Y/N.”

“Yes, sir.” You grinned cheekily at him. “I’m ready for round two. Just give the order.”

“Your order is to stay awake.” Steve grinned too, though you could still see the fear in his eyes.

A wave of pain coursed through you, making your knees sag. The aching in your chest increased as you leaned heavier on the bar. Steve pulled you back up, but your vision was spotting again.

“I’ll do my best, Cap,” you said through gritted teeth. Your lips were coated with blood when you coughed. The pain became too much and you slipped out of consciousness.

“Y/N? Y/N!” Steve hesitated to touch you, but he gave your shoulders a quick shake. “Tony, where are you guys? Y/N?”

The jet hovering overhead created a mini windstorm, but Steve kept his focus on you, willing you to open your eyes.

“Come back to me, Y/N. Please.”

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