Characters: Steve Rogers x Assassin!Enhanced!Reader
Word Count: 3862
Warnings: strong language, drinking, canon divergent, implied smut, some angst
Author’s Notes: This series will jump around, focusing on different times in the reader’s relationship with Steve. It won’t be linear. Thank you @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan and @climbthatmooselikeatree for your invaluable help.
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Summary: Sequel to Finding Steve. You throw yourself into your work after what happened in London. You had no idea it would bring Steve back into your life.
Characters: Steve Rogers x female reader
Word Count: 2825
Marvel Angst Bingo Square Filled: Torture
Warnings: TORTURE, mentions of blood, pain, angst, a teeny bit of fluff (and I mean teeny bit)
Author’s Notes: This was written to hopefully appease everyone who yelled at me after reading Finding Steve. It’s been in my WIP folder for eight months. It was also written for the Torture square on my Marvel Angst Bingo Card from @marvelangstbingo.
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Summary: Unable to choose between them, you were dating both Bucky and Steve. You thought you were keeping it a secret from them, instead you find out they’ve been keeping a secret from you.
Characters: Steve Rogers x female reader x Bucky Barnes
Marvel Fluff Bingo Square Filled: Poly Fic
Word Count: 1598
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, polyamorous relationship, smut, nsfw
Author’s Notes: Written for my @marvelfluffbingo card. This fic came from a discussion between @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan and @climbthatmooselikeatree and myself after reading a piece about Bucky touching you with his metal arm. We wondered what it would be like if Steve was between you and the wall. Viola!
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“Steve?”
Startled, he wiped the tears from his eyes and cleared his throat. “Hey, Y/N,” he muttered. He poured another drink from the bottle beside his elbow and downed it in just a couple of swallows. He dropped the glass back onto the table and shook his head. “Did you know I can’t get drunk?”
You strode across the debris left of the bar and pushed yourself between Steve’s legs and onto his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck and rested your head against his. Your own tears slid down your cheeks.
“I’m so sorry,” you murmured.
He nodded, a long, stuttering breath rushing out of him, his arms sliding around your waist, tightening as he crushed you to his chest, so tight you almost couldn’t breath. His head fell to your shoulder, his face buried against the side of your neck, his tears soaking the collar of your shirt.
You held him, your lips pressed to his temple, your fingers running through his hair, soft words falling from your mouth. You knew that you couldn’t make it better, couldn’t fix it, but you could be there for Steve, be a comfort in this storm that had invaded his life, hold him, love him, protect him. You wouldn’t let the loss of his best friend destroy him.
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It had been eight months since Steve had disappeared into the depths of Wakanda with T’Challa and Bucky, refusing to take you along, claiming it was for your own good. He was considered a fugitive, a criminal, and he didn’t want to drag you into that world. So he’d left you behind, promising he’d come for you as soon as he could.
You threw your keys on the kitchen table, locked the back door behind you, and slipped into one of the beat up chairs. You laid your head on your arms and closed your eyes. Everyday you had to live without Steve was exhausting, the emotional turmoil of being away from the man you loved taking its toll. You just wanted it to be over.
“You’re just going to sit there and not say hello?”
Your head shot up, so fast it made you dizzy. Steve was in the doorway between your kitchen and living room, leaning against the wall, hands shoved deep in his pants pockets, a smile on his face.
“Steve?”
“Miss me?” he murmured.
You flew out of your chair and into his arms, your arms sliding around his waist as you pressed yourself flush against his body. Steve ducked his head, caught your lips in his, tentative at first, kissing you as if he’d forgotten what it was like, but it didn’t take long for rote memory to take over, his hands sliding up to cup your cheeks, his hips slotted against yours, his tongue pushing into your mouth, both of you moaning as your tongues met, a spark of heat blasting through you. The kiss was long, relentless, perfect.
You couldn’t breathe properly when he finally released you, your legs were trembling, your hands shaking, your heart pounding. Steve tipped your head back and kissed your neck until he was back at your mouth, another kiss that made you desperate with need.
“You came back,” you sighed, clutching his arms, refusing to let even an inch of space get in between you.
Summary: You don’t know what you’d do if something happened to Steve. Word Count: 336 [tags under the cut] Warnings: Angst, fluff Author’s Note: We’re super excited about these drabbles and hope you enjoy them.
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Your heart had dropped the moment contact with Steve was lost. This… it couldn’t be happening, you couldn’t lose Steve, not now, not when you just found him. It had been a whirlwind; almost dying, only to be saved by none other than Captain America. At first, you thought it might just be the Florence Nightingale Effect; falling in love with the person that saved your life. But as it turned out, Steve was falling for you, and fast.
The mission was supposed to be easy, simple smash and grab; kill all the bad guys, save the prisoner, but something went terribly wrong. The signal went dead ten minutes from the compound, and every second dragged by as if it were an hour.
It was smothering, the thick silence that surrounded you, whispering into your ear that Steve wasn’t going to make it, that he had died without hearing that you loved him. The cold tendrils of fear gripped your heart and squeezed, its ragged nails tearing into the muscle. And just when you thought you were going to fall to the floor, the door opened, and Steve walked… well, limped in.
With tears streaming down your face, you ran to him, colliding with him a long moment later, the pair of you grunting at the impact. You’re on your toes, kissing him frantically, your hands pressed against his back, nails gripping at the torn fabric of his dark suit.
Steve’s shoulders bowed as he curled around you, his hands on your face, wiping away the tears. He’s murmuring something between each kiss, something you can’t focus on right then, because it’s not important. What was important was that Steve wasn’t dead, he was there, with you, holding you close, heart pounding in time with yours.
When the calluses of his fingers scraped against your back, digging into the soft flesh as if he were trying to pull you into him, you broke down and sobbed, comforted only by the promises he whispered into your ear.
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