Steve itched to leave the briefing. It was impossible to concentrate, and for once, he thanked his lucky stars for his eidetic memory which gave him perfect recall as he could no more focus on Fury and his briefing then he could stop thinking about Lily.
He’d come on too strong. He knew it. Lily was hurting, and he’d been laying down innuendos and comments of an inappropriate nature. She didn’t need that from him. Not now. She needed comfort, support, and care — not grabby hands.
But she liked grabby hands. Steve tried hard to ignore the inner voice which reminded him of how genuine and uncertain she’d sounded permitting him to touch her wings; how hope and longing had filled her voice. But he’d wanted no misunderstandings and asked for clarification because he genuinely didn’t want to overstep her boundaries. Was touching a woman’s wings like grabbing her ass? How was he supposed to know without asking?
Warnings: Fluff, family and relationship drama, (trigger warning) healing after a trauma, some pretty strong angst, and explicit sexual content that is NSFW 18+. SERIOUSLY.
Chapter Summary: The worst was over – hopefully forever. The Weber, no, Strucker siblings were in federal custody but they knew their biggest threat came from the shadows. Steve and Steph finally get to enjoy a bit of married life, with a little help from their friends and they plan how to share their wonderful (and not-so-wonderful) life updates with the ones they love most.
Chapter Notes: Whoa – talk about writer’s block! I was stuck forever between the last chapter and these last 5 when I originally posted this on Ao3, but you guys have the benefit of not needing to wait too long, as I only have to format now. To quote the wise advice of my good friend @MsEnglish101, I didn’t want this series to become one life-threatening peril after another. So now – fluff and happiness! (for the most part). Big thanks to @HMarvels31 who lent me her time, ideas, and wonderful support to help craft this chapter – IF YOU ARE A BUCKY fan, or just a fan of amazing writing – go check her out on Ao3 HMarvels31 !!! Also continued thanks for all the support I get from ALL of you – I’m sorry I’ve been delinquent in responding to all your wonderful, awesome, life-affirming, giddiness-inducing comments – I just continue to struggle to find the work/home/mom-ing balance. I’ll catch up with all of you one of these days. Seriously.
Ellie and Wil knew their days were numbered. The brother and sister were denied bail after their arraignment, thanks to the influence of Captain America and The Avengers. Though they didn’t care about the government penitentiaries in which they currently resided, they knew there was a network of inmates, guards, and prison administrators connected to The Hive who would, before long, have orders to eliminate them, with the highest bounty given to whomever got the job done first, or could promise the most painful demise. They were raised HYDRA, where loyalty was rewarded as long as you were needed, and Ellie knew the best odds for survival lay with her brother. There was no one within The Hive who knew as much about the Serum project as him, and the last she knew, a successful Serum was the organization’s number one priority. She hoped it still was, at least for Wil’s sake. She didn’t hold out as much hope for herself.
A/N: This is another Oneshot with Clara Barton! This is for @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan ‘s Stars Playlist Challenge. My prompt was I Want You Back by *NSYNC
The scent woke her first, tickling her senses enough to see Cassidy rousing from the weird dream of a black slicked body, the substance moving like oil in a strangely beautiful way over the man it was part of. Bacon. She smiled to herself, wondering if her dad was cooking breakfast when the reality of her life came crashing down on her.
Her parents were dead. Her sister and brother were both dead. The pillow beneath her head wasn’t her own, and she had no idea where she was.
“Eddie, she wakes.”
The voice brought terror screaming through her veins, and Cassidy sat up with a jolt that made her grunt, wince, and grab for her side only to notice the clothes she wore weren’t hers.
“Hey. Morning.”
Cassidy looked up to find the man from last night standing in the doorway. He hunched a little, as if waiting for a blow or reprimand, and fiddled with his fingers.
“I, uh, we had to change your clothes. You bled right through your shirt and pants. There’s a bullet wound in your side, more a nick really, glancing blow, but the one in your hip looked like shrapnel from a ricochet. Venom says he got it all out and did what he could to fix it, but you’re not compatible so he couldn’t heal you all the way.”
She blinked, unable to fully comprehend someone who talked that fast.
Warnings: Fluff, family and relationship drama, (trigger warning) healing after a trauma, some pretty strong angst, and explicit sexual content that is NSFW 18+. SERIOUSLY.
Chapter Summary: You thought Ellie Weber was your protector, your friend, and a trusted SHIELD agent. She was none of these things, and you were about to find out through an act of betrayal that took your breath away. Your protectors – Steve and Bucky – weren’t there to save you, in fact, no one was. Your only thought was to save your unborn baby, at any cost necessary. Your enemy’s objective was to sacrifice whomever got in the way of their plans to create the next race of Super Soldiers, and Ellie Weber was really hoping you got in the way.
Chapter Notes: So, this chapter felt weird. I had to rewrite it a bunch of times, and I think it’s because I’m much less sure of myself when it comes to action, rather than personal relationships. Hey, what can I say? I feel very lucky to not have ever been captured by an evil organization and need my superhero husband and best friend to save me. So, I’d love feedback about your thoughts on this chapter – good, bad, or in between. Oh, and ladies and gentlemen – the queen has returned – the bestest beta in the world, @MsEnglish101, this world o’mine is much better because of her.
The first thing he felt was a throbbing headache. As he tried shaking himself awake, Bucky smelled smoke, rocketing him into fight-or-flight mode. The last thing he remembered was Weber getting him, Collins, and Edwards downstairs with a story about a potential threat, being exposed to some kind of airborne sedative, and then getting a large syringe jabbed into his neck. Those thoughts ran pretty quickly through his head, as he realized how close the three of them were to the fire, and that both of his arms were tied to a load-bearing beam.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Kennedy Rogers | Word Count: 3082 Warnings: A little sad, but mostly fluffy
Remembrance Day is incredibly important to my family. My grandfather stood guard for many a year at the cenotaph in Athabasca, so this story is near and dear to my heart. I hope you enjoy it and take a moment between now and the 11th to honour and remember those who’ve made the ultimate sacrifice in service to our countries and in the pursuit of freedom.
The poppies always did him in. Those bright red flowers with their flat black centers. They reminded him of those who’d gone before him. Of the fallen soldiers. The ones he’d known personally, and the ones whose names had long ago been forgotten.
Steve could remember every face and every name of every soldier who’d fought for him and died. He could remember everyone who’d been on missions with him for SHIELD and never came back. He knew them all like he knew his own name, and the poppies in their blood-red glory brought all those names raging back.
Every year when Veteran’s Day rolled around, he put on his Captain’s face and didn’t allow the grief to show.
Kennedy knew, of course. She sat with him at night when the memories grew so loud he couldn’t fight them any longer and allowed the tears to stream silently down his face. Her quiet presence helped keep him grounded when the worst of the demons got out of the cage he’d stuffed them in.
Having his son James and now little Sarah Natalia, his six-month-old daughter and light of his life, the apple of his eye, helped even further. He could look at his children and see what he was fighting for. He could hold his wife and know why he placed himself in harm’s way.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC | Word Count: 6274 Warnings: fluff, kind of smexy, angst, death of her mother, cheating ex
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Natasha jogged the last few steps and breathed out in relief. “Well, shit. No wonder Lily has an ass you could bounce a quarter off. Eight flights of stairs, no elevator. Grocery day must suck balls.”
“Jeez, Nat. And Steve bitches about my mouth,” Bucky chuckled. “And I don’t think ogling Lily’s ass will win you any points with him. I haven’t seen him get that doe-eyed, sappy smile, squinchy face since Peggy.”
“Yeah?” she smirked, sauntering down the hall.
“Oh, yeah. Steve’s sweet on her alright. Course, he won’t do anything about it until this shit with her ex is sorted, and her mom taken care of. The punk’s got too much honour for that.”
“I am aware,” Nat sighed. “You think if we gave him enough of Thor’s hooch he’d drop the act and pin her to the wall?”
Bucky burst out laughing. “Maybe. You sure seem to like her.”
“It’s weird, but I really do. I was ready to be suspicious and guarded but something about her…” She shook her head, unable to explain it.
First off, how dare you give me a new kink I didn’t know about; touching her feathers. Sign me the fuck up when he helps clean her wings. Yes ma’am.
Secondly, Lily’s ex is a douche and I have a really bad feeling about him. Thank you Nat, I mean Bambi, for telling -and showing- him exactly how we all feel.
Warnings: Fluff, family and relationship drama, (trigger warning) healing after a trauma, some pretty strong angst, and explicit sexual content that is NSFW 18+. SERIOUSLY.
Chapter Summary: You were man and wife. Married. It was a safe bet that things were going to get worse before they got better, and there wouldn’t be an immediate happily-ever-after, and, unfortunately you were right on both counts. A day and evening filled with love and laughter was followed by a night filled with fear and terror. Just wait – the surprises don’t end there, not by a long shot.
Chapter Notes: Wow, I wrote this in like 2 days! I can’t believe it. I hope it doesn’t seem silly or stupid. I would love to hear what y’all think about this chapter – too far-fetched? (I mean, when you’re working off the premise of being married to Captain America, that is). Thanks for reading, I love hearing from all of you – it reinforces me and makes the time I spend on writing seem much more worthwhile. All my thanks – Steph
You took a deep breath as you slid into the backseat of the car, with Weber and another agent in the front seat. Your dress was wrecked, but you still had your jewelry, which was what was most important to you. You were silent as you were driven to the compound, and grateful that neither agent tried to start a conversation. After a short ride, you pulled up the entrance, lit like a high school football stadium. Dr. Cho’s assistants were waiting for you as you pulled up, and had clearly been briefed on what had just happened. Weber followed behind you towards the medical wing, but the doctor’s staff told her Helen wanted to see you alone, and that it would not take long. Though Weber voiced her displeasure at letting you out of her sight, she agreed to meet up after she did what she needed to do.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC | Word Count: 3230 Warnings: Angst. Language. Fluff
The others were already waiting when they arrived in the room most frequented by them all.
Lily hadn’t said a word on the ride down in the elevator, only chewed nervously on her lip. Steve was glad it was a short ride for if she’d kept that up, she would have bloodied it. Every so often she quivered, nerves and fear a potent mix, causing the hair on his neck to stand up as his own battle-honed instincts itched. There was no danger, but that didn’t stop him from feeling twitchy thanks to her nerves.
He took her hand as her shaking intensified, and led her through the sea of weights and workout equipment toward the floor of mats, giving her ample free space. The memory of those giant wings prominent in his mind. Once they reached the center, he turned to face her, but when the others made to close in, he waved them back.
“Steve…” Her breath hitched wildly. “I can’t do this.”
“Yes, you can.” He cupped her face and ran his thumbs over her pale cheeks.
“No… no, I…” Panic made her breathing shallow.
“Look at me, Lily.” Command laced his voice, forcing ice blue eyes, paled nearly to silver, to latch with his. “No one is going to hurt you. I give you my word. Trust me.”
Warnings: Fluff, family and relationship drama, (trigger warning) healing after a trauma, some pretty strong angst, and explicit sexual content that is NSFW 18+. SERIOUSLY.
Chapter Summary: Getting prepared for a wedding was a lot of work, unless you were lucky enough to be marrying into the Avengers, with access to the unbelievable Pepper Potts and her team of planners. You were able to focus on enjoying yourself, and becoming Mrs. Steven Rogers. Your friends and loved ones showered both you and Steve with attention and fun events, all leading up to the Big Day – but will Big Bad make an appearance?
Chapter Notes: (This note is from when I first published this on A03, thought I’d keepit for nostalgia. Who really reads these here anyway?) Hi everyone! (hides behind hands). I am so sorry it has taken so long for this update. Life has definitely been crazy – work, home, health – all the things that could act up, did, making this story the last on the “to-do” list. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore and just plunged into finishing it. I would really love to hear your feedback – honestly, it makes my day to read what people are kind enough to take the time to write. I’ve already chopped off a bunch to put in the next chapter, because I was nearing 9,000 words with no end in sight. I didn’t want to chain you to your screen for too long! As always, @MsEnglish101 is just the best beta I could ever ask for – encouraging, smart, funny, and all-around awesome. Thanks again and enjoy. 🙂
In your rush to be realistic and pragmatic, you had truly forgotten what it was like to get swept up in a happy event, let alone one at which you were the center. All the wonderful people in your life seemed to have made a pact that they were going to make it impossible for you to be down-to-earth – they all encouraged you to think about yourself and Steve, to make this wedding about the two of you, and to enjoy every single minute. It was a heady feeling that neither you nor Steve were completely comfortable with, but slowly got used to.
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