Summary: Steve came home from the war to a wife that could not deal with the emotionally, mentally, and physically changed man before her. Dealing with it the only way he knew how, Steve buried himself in his work. After saving hundreds of lives in one heroic act, Steve finds himself put on bodyguard duty. Also known as a glorified babysitter. It wasn’t easy being the daughter of insanely rich and successful businessman, Phil Coulson. After multiple death threats, your overbearing, worries-too-much father decides you need a bodyguard. Warnings: Language, angst, blood, violence, explicit sexual content, possibly more to come.
Summary: After breaking her heart two years ago, Steve gives Y/N a visit. Word Count: 1,041 Warnings: Language, slight angst, fluff Author’s Note: Inspiration for this fic and GIF Credit [X]
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Steve ran a hand through his hair as he paced back and forth in the parking lot, muttering to himself, trying to talk himself out of the hair-brained idea that had wormed its way into his brain.
“I shouldn’t be here,” he chastised himself. “She’s gettin’ married, you mook.”
Stupid. This whole thing was stupid. He needed to get back into the car and get out of town. Fast. Before anyone saw him. If only his feet would listen to him. Instead, they carried him back and forth, back and forth, repeating the process until Steve thought he was going to go crazy.
“What are you doin’?” Steve ground out, furious at himself for more than one reason.
The main reason he wanted to kick his own ass was breaking up with Y/N, the woman he loved more than anything in the entire world, and why? Because he wanted to keep her safe. Dating Captain America wasn’t exactly the easiest thing in the world. Hell, it painted a huge target on his back, and those of the ones he cared about the most.
He told himself – and Bucky – that he was doing it for her, that she would get hurt many times over if they were to stay together.
“Bunch’a fuckin’ bullshit,” Bucky hollered. “Ya love her, man. And you’d have to be blind to see that she doesn’t love ya back.”
“It doesn’t matter,” Steve lied, a glass of whiskey in his hand. Not that it would do him any good.
Bucky rolled his eyes so hard he was seeing stars. “You’re a goddamn idiot.”
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You hated him, you really did. Him and his stupid adorable face, his fluffy hair, and that little smirk of his when he knew he was being coy.
“I need some air,” you mumbled, throwing yourself out of your chair and scurrying out of the studio. You let the door close quietly behind you and leaned against the wall, sucking in lungful after lungful of the cold night air, banging your head against the brick wall behind you.
“Fuck you, Sebastian,” you mumbled under your breath.
Problem was, that was exactly what you wanted him to do. You’d imagined every scenario possible, every position known to man, every little thing that Sebastian could do to you, every way he could make you scream and moan and gasp for air. You’d imagined it all.
You had no idea how you had ever thought you could be that man’s assistant and not fall head over heels in love with him. He was evil.
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