𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥

age gap (leon s. kennedy forty-one years old + reader twenty-something); established relationship; riding / cowgirl; overstimulation; begging; edging; orgasm denial; possessive leon; dirty talk; creampie; female reader.

the bedroom was dark except for the faint silver light slipping through the half-closed blinds—enough to catch the sweat on leon’s chest, the way his abs flexed every time you rolled your hips down hard. it was past midnight, the house quiet except for the wet slap of skin on skin and his ragged breathing.

you’d started slow. teasing. grinding in lazy circles while he lay back against the headboard, hands loose on your thighs, letting you set the pace like he always did when he came home wrecked from a mission. but tonight you weren’t in the mood to be gentle. you wanted to break him a little. wanted to see the unbreakable agent kennedy unravel under you.

forty-nine years old and still stupidly gorgeous—silver threading through dark hair, stubble rough against your palms when you braced on his shoulders, those blue eyes half-lidded and blown black with want. his cock was buried deep inside you, thick and throbbing, and every time you lifted almost all the way off and sank back down he let out a low, broken sound that went straight to your clit.

you picked up speed. harder. faster. slamming down until your ass slapped against his thighs, clit grinding against his pelvis on every downstroke. the wet squelch was obscene; you were soaked, dripping down his balls, making everything slick and messy.

“fuck—baby—slow down—” his voice cracked, hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. “you’re gonna make me—”

“no.” you leaned forward, tits brushing his chest, lips ghosting over his ear. “not yet. you’re gonna take it. you’re gonna let me ride you until i’m done.”

he groaned—deep, guttural—like the words punched the air out of him. his head tipped back against the wood, throat working as he swallowed hard. you could feel him twitching inside you, so close, veins pulsing against your walls. but every time his hips jerked up like he was about to chase his release, you stilled completely—clenching around him tight, holding him right on the edge without letting him tip over.

“shit—please—” the word slipped out before he could catch it. leon kennedy didn’t beg. not usually. but right now his voice was wrecked, hoarse, desperate. “let me come. fuck, sweetheart, i can’t—i need—”

you rolled your hips in a slow, torturous circle, feeling the head of him drag against that spot inside you that made your thighs shake. “you need what? use your words, old man.”

his laugh was breathless, strained. “need to come inside you. been dying for it all week. please—fuck—i’m begging you. let me fill you up. i’ll do anything.”

the sound of him pleading sent a fresh rush of heat through you. you sped up again—bouncing hard, tits jiggling with every slam down, nails digging into his pecs. his hands slid up to your waist, then your ribs, thumbs brushing the undersides of your breasts like he didn’t know what to do with them anymore.

he bucked up involuntarily, chasing the friction. “yeah—fuck—i’m yours. all yours. just—please—let me—”

you leaned down, kissed him messy and deep, tongue sliding against his while you kept the brutal rhythm. his moans vibrated into your mouth. you could feel him swelling even thicker inside you, right on the brink.

“come on,” you murmured against his lips. “give it to me. fill me up. make a mess.”

that was all it took.

his hands clamped down on your hips, holding you flush as he thrust up hard—once, twice—and came with a choked, broken groan. hot pulses flooded you, thick and endless, spilling deep while his whole body shook under you. you kept moving through it—milking him, grinding down to drag every last drop out—until he was twitching, oversensitive, gasping against your neck.

“fuck… fuck… too much—” he panted, but his arms wrapped around you anyway, pulling you down to his chest so you stayed seated on him, cock still buried inside, softening slowly in the wet heat.

you kissed the sweat-damp skin under his jaw, smiling against him. “good boy.”

he huffed a laugh, weak and wrecked. “you’re evil.”

“and you love it.”

his hand slid down to cup your ass, squeezing lazily. “yeah. i do.”

you stayed like that for a long minute—bodies slick with sweat, hearts hammering together—his cum slowly leaking out around where you were still joined.

when you finally lifted off him, a thick strand followed, dripping onto his thigh. he watched it with dark, hungry eyes, then pulled you back down for a slow, filthy kiss.

a/n: hii, i've played re9 and it's just the peak!! i'm still emotional and i fall in love grace's story so much, her relationship with leon is just so cute, tbh. and i can't even believe it's been six months since the very first re9 trailer... so, enjoy reading wc: 1095 find me on AO3 make your REQUESTS here (not only re) my MASTERLIST (not done yet)

(re2r / re9 leon kennedy x reader)

content: angst + lowkey cliffhanger (pls hang in there, the next part is going to be good af the wait until tomorrow will be worth it) a/n: hiiii i'm back for @rednnedy's #9DaysToRequiem event!! super excited to play requiem tonight! also the part 2 to 'smoke on your breath & liquor on your lips' is coming soon i promise i didn't forget about her, i've just been busy! and also if you sent me a request, i'm working on it :-) this will have a part 2 that i will be posting tomorrow! i hope you enjoy!!! (also thank you @leavemealoneplzs for helping me with editing ily!!!)

“where are you going?” you asked, your heart beating hard against your ribs. 

leon stood at the door, a singular backpack packed with snacks, a book he bought months ago and only read 7 pages of, his toothbrush, and a change of clothes. you caught him halfway through putting his jacket on. he paused and hesitated before turning around to face you. 

“raccoon city… something’s not right. I have a bad feeling.” he said, quietly.

your heart was beating so fast and so hard, it hurt. a million and one thoughts raced through your head, yet you couldn’t find the right words. 

you and leon were childhood best friends and had recently graduated from university together. he graduated from the police academy with flying colors, and you were working your first big girl job. the two of you had come a long way from being 7 and 9 years old, palms sticky with remnants of strawberry ice cream and scraped knees from falling off of your bike and onto the pavement. you decided to move in together before the start of university under the guise of cheaper rent and someone to come home to after a long day of classes, but of course, there was something more. at least for you. 

there were moments with leon that made you feel like there was electricity was coursing through your veins, making your head dizzy and your heart beat loud. instances like when the two of you would accidentally brush hands as you walked too close to each other, but neither of you moved away or when Leon had a couple too many beers at the bar with his study group and sat next to you on the couch while you studied, resting his head on your shoulder. you still remember the sour smell of beer on his gentle breath, the sweet smell of his shampoo in his soft brown locks, and the way his fingers twitched and rested on top of yours. 

or the time you were in bed, sick with a high fever. leon took care of you. he always did. maybe you were delirious or maybe you were half asleep, but you could’ve sworn you felt a soft pair of lips brush against your forehead before you were tucked in. you could never forget that.

many intimate moments like this were shared between the two of you, but neither of you ever acknowledged them and just went on with life like they never happened at all. sometimes you even managed to convince yourself that you imagined it all.

“so… this is it?” you managed to squeak out, your throat betraying you as you blinked rapidly, trying to force the tears to keep from spilling out. 

you knew this day was coming. both of you did. raccoon city was too far away from your cozy, safe, shared apartment, from your perfect little bubble. you never thought it would happen like this, though. 

you imagined a tear-filled parting, the painful last hug before facing the possibility that life was going to change. the possibility that this would be the last time you’d be this close to each other. 

you held on to each day like it was your last with him. you weren’t ready to let go. it was hard to imagine your daily life without him after spending the last few years living with your best friend. you chuckled to yourself, reminiscing about the times you’d share a drink together, laugh, and talk shit until 4 am, or when he restocked your snack stash you indulged in when you were studying, and how he’d always forget to use a coaster when he was sipping on his coffee mug, leaving an almost perpetual ring of coffee on the same spot on the table 

he was home. 

“I just…” leon sighed, deeply, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “I don’t know how to say goodbye to you.”

“so you were just gonna leave without saying anything?” you scoffed, crossing your arms. “I thought I meant more to you than that.” you shook your head, refusing to look at him. you knew you’d burst into tears if you made eye contact with him. 

leon took a slow step towards you. “come on, don’t say that. you know how much you mean to me. I don’t have to tell you that for you to know.”

‘it would be nice to hear,’ you thought to yourself. ‘come on, leon. tell me you love me.’

the air was filled with silence, you standing a few feet away from him, staring hard at the wall with stinging eyes. leon stood there, backpack slung over one shoulder, looking at you with furrowed brows and clouds of guilt in his icy blue eyes. 

both of you were scared, afraid that if either of you stepped forward and made a move, things would fall apart completely. 

although you couldn’t see him because you were avoiding his gaze, you heard the sweet sound of his voice utter your name and you felt him take another step closer. 

‘tell me you love me, leon.’

“I have to go,” leon whispered, placing a hesitant hand on your shoulder, sending goosebumps down your arms. you shook your head again, a couple tears spilling out involuntarily. your lips stayed pursed, fighting back quivers and you bit your tongue, knowing if you opened your mouth to say anything, things would never be the same again. 

“why does this goodbye feel different? we’re going to see each other again… right?” you finally look up at him through your eyelashes, tears glittering on your cheeks. 

“of course. I’ll find you no matter where I am. I’ll always come back to you.” leon nodded, wiping away a tear with his thumb. he wrapped his arms around you firmly, pulling you into his chest with his hands holding your head. you buried your face into his chest, never wanting to pull away and leon never rushed you. he waited for you to pull away first. 

the two of you stood like that for a while. something was different about this time, you were right. 

you eventually pulled away first, paying no attention to the tear stains you left on his perfectly ironed blue shirt. 

“I promise I’ll call you as soon as I get the chance. take care, okay? I’ll be back soon,” leon said, gazing around your shared apartment with sadness in his eyes, almost like he knew deep down he’d never be back. 

‘tell me you love me, leon. please.’

you wipe your eyes with your sleeve, looking up into his eyes, trying to memorize the exact shade of bright blue in his eyes and the moles that were scattered across his face and down his neck. 

“be safe,” leon adjusted the bag on his shoulders, reaching for the doorknob. 

“you, too, leon.”

and just like that, 30 years passed. tou still lived in the same area, just a different apartment and a different job that earned you a notable amount of money. a few different boyfriends came and went, but no one stayed long enough to really matter. not like he did, at least. Even now, you find yourself looking for him in everyone and every place you go, to no avail. 

facebook, twitter, instagram- you name it, you searched for him.

leon kennedy.

it was almost like he vanished completely. there was nothing that came up on the internet, which made you feel quite defeated because you can find anyone on the internet now if you look hard enough. 

you even looked through the obituary section in newspapers.

cardboard boxes with leon’s belongings sat in your attic, the only remaining evidence of his existence. you still had pictures of the two of you hung up in random spots in your house and you occasionally found yourself staring a little too long, a little too hard, wondering what he looked like now. did he have strands of gray in his hair now? did he still have the same excited blue eyes? was he alive?

one fateful day, you read about the raccoon city incident- the outbreak and the bombing to contain the virus. you felt your stomach churn, realizing that meant there were no survivors. every time you received a scam call, you picked up anyway in case it was leon. the mailbox was checked regularly, and every time, your heart dropped when you didn’t find a letter from leon. you kept all his belongings he never came back for, convincing yourself he’d be back for them. that he’d be back for you.

leon kennedy gave you hope, even in his absence. 

you couldn’t help but wonder if you’d ever move on from him. if you asked him to stay, would he? if you told him you loved him, would he still leave? did he ever love you?

eventually, your sadness turned to resentment and grief. leon took a part of you with him to raccoon city and you never knew if you’d feel whole again. 

it was just another regular day. it was pouring rain and you just ate dinner, doing some work from home on your laptop on the couch. in between typing, you ate spoonfuls of mint and chocolate chip ice cream, humming along to the song stuck in your head when your doorbell rang. 

you raised an eyebrow, glancing at the time on your laptop. who was ringing your bell at 9:30 pm on a tuesday night? a couple of knocks on the door sounded throughout your living room and you stood up hesitantly, making your way over to the door.

“if it’s a package, you can leave it at the door.” you raised your voice, standing in front of the door. 

“it’s me. leon.”

your heart pounded in your chest so hard it hurt. the nausea built up as you threw your door open. of course, you knew that voice anywhere, even if it had been years since you heard it. even if it sounded deeper and rougher, more raspy and tired. 

there he stood in all his glory. leon kennedy, dressed head to toe in black, stood at your doorstep after 30 years. he was drenched in rain and in the darkness, his blue eyes still shone so bright, but they were different. they were no longer vibrant, radiating joy and excitement, but they looked worn, fatigued and empty. you studied his face, scanning it for everything that was unfamiliar to you. new wrinkles rested on the outer parts of his eyes and his forehead, faded scars decorated his face but he still looked so beautiful. 

your face felt wet and you wanted to think it was the rain, but leon watched as tears streamed down your face once you realized it was him. 

“you’re alive,” you whispered, putting your hand on your forehead. you wanted to pinch yourself and make sure this wasn’t your brain betraying you with a dream. 

“I mean, I wouldn’t be standing here if I wasn’t.” leon chuckled and your heart dropped. you came to terms that you’d never hear his laugh again. that you’d never see his smile again. that you’d never see him again. 

“you don’t get to do that. you don’t get to come back here 30 years later after it’s been radio silence and you don’t get to joke around. is this funny to you?” you let out a frustrated snort, wiping your face and it felt like leon took a stab to the heart. you still looked just as beautiful as the last time he saw you. he always thought you looked even more beautiful when you cried, even though it hurt him to see you like that. leon wanted to protect you from anything and everything that would hurt you, even himself. 

“I wanted to, I promise. I ju-“

“come inside. it’s pouring. you’ll get sick.” leon’s heart fluttered. you were always so caring and looked after him, even now after you probably hated his guts. 

the two of you walked inside and leon took his wet boots off at the door, shrugging his jacket off and hanging it. you sat on your couch and watched, your thighs involuntarily clenching at the sight of his wet compression shirt clinging to his chest and his thick biceps. your eyes squeezed shut as you tried to convince your brain to stop having these thoughts. you hated how he still made you feel after all these years. it was undeniable, the effect he had on you, even now. 

leon let out a quiet huff, running a hand through his damp locks of hair that were littered with gray strands. and he had a beard now, too. it looked like life really did a number on him, but he still managed to look so handsome. he always was, just in a different way now. more rough around the edges, but you still saw through him. that 21-year-old rookie was still inside, hiding. 

everything was still for a while and the two of you sat in silence, observing each other quietly. 

“so are you going to say something or did you come here to sit there and stare at my face?” you ask bluntly, getting up and walking over to your kitchen. 

“I missed you.”

you lift your gaze up to look at him, noting the tinge of sadness and regret on his worn face. 

“where were you? I waited. for years, leon.” you shake your head, making leon a fresh cup of coffee for him to warm up. 

“I- I know. I couldn’t. trust me, if I could, I would have.” leon gets up from his seat, taking slow steps towards the kitchen. 

“what does that even mean?” you raise an eyebrow and cross your arms, leaning against the counter. at this point, tears were threatening to spill from your eyes but you didn’t want to let them win. to let him win. 

“I didn’t have a choice. I’m sure you heard about what happened in raccoon city. I was there. it was horrible,” leon squeezes his eyes shut, willing the gruesome images flashing in his mind to go away. “after that night, the government recruited me. I spent the last 30 years of my life serving them. I wanted to see you, I promise I did. you have to believe me.”

you poured the steaming coffee into a mug, sliding it over to leon and remaining silent. all these years, you thought about what you’d say to leon if you ever saw him again. in some scenarios, you hugged him and told him you missed him and in others, you told him to leave and that you never wanted to see him again after he hurt you that bad. in this moment, all the preparation seemed futile and you couldn’t think of anything to say. 

“I thought you died.” you whispered and watched leon cup his large, warm hands over the warm mug that seemed too small for them. 

“I’m sorry. I know that’s not enough and I know I hurt you, but knowing me would have put you in danger because of my job. and I wouldn’t be able to live with myself knowing I put you in harm’s way,” leon admitted, taking a sip of the bitter coffee, letting the warmth spread over his cold body. 

“so why are you here now? after 30 years?” you ask, completely oblivious to leon’s hand on the counter slowly inching towards yours. 

Married to Mike Weiss, but once a week you have lunch with Andy Barber, until it’s not enough

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Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 ⭐COMPLETE⭐

A/N:  this is a dark!fic. Each part will have tags at the beginning of the story.  Elements in this story will include kidnapping, drugs, forced sex with an audience, murder, dead bodies, secrets, lies, and more.  YOU are the one responsible for the content you consume.

Summary: They left you to die. You made a deal with the devil to escape.

Pairing: Devil! Steve Rogers x fem! Reader

Warnings: revenge story, heavy angst, mentions of attempted suicide, scars, past kidnapping, past sexual/physical abuse/torture, mentions of past rape/rape recovery (no description), implied human trafficking, psychological trauma, mentions of favoritism/golden child syndrome, mentions of shitty parents, awful/selfish sister, power imbalance, devil Steve Rogers, character’s death, we raise a little hell, demons

A/N: Please review the warnings for this story before proceeding. The reader has been through a lot.

Severed ties (1)

Severed ties (2)

Severed ties (3)

Severed ties (4)

Severed ties (5)

Masterlist: Sukuna x Reader

You're dangerous boy, but I love it. The feeling of your eyes on me is magic

Modern!Sukuna:

Yakuza!Sukuna:

They kiss on the ring. I carry the crown

Valentine’s Day/White Day

The King’s birthday surprise

Comfort from the King

Sin for Me

Brat-taming

CEO!Sukuna:

Hot Dilf looking for Babysitter

Heatwave (Omegaverse AU)

Dad!Sukuna being possessive of his wife

Dad!Sukuna + lactation kink

Lovebug

Good Boy (Sub!Sukuna + Dom!Reader)

Single Dad Sukuna

Illicit Affairs

College boy!Sukuna:

We never go out of style (College AU)

How you get the girl (College AU)

Angel Baby

Bad Boy - Good Toy (Sub!Sukuna)

Sukuna pining for a Reader who has a crush on his bro

CollegeBoy!Sukuna accidentally knocking you up

CollegeBoy!Sukuna knocking you up Part 2 Option A: Getting an abortion

CollegeBoy!Sukuna knocking you up Part 2 Option B: let's have a baby!

I wanna be your Endgame (Hockey AU)

Nerd!Sukuna Part 1 + Part 2

Various Modern!Sukuna:

From Sukuna, made with love (Coffee Shop AU)

Shower Sex with Sukuna

Hiking vacation with boyfie Kuna

Gamer boyfie Sukuna

Sukuna taking care of you during your period

Sukuna with a cat

Hugging your boyfie Kuna

Watching boyfie Kuna work out

Bad boy Kuna being soft only for you

NNN with boyfie Sukuna

Hockey player Sukuna

Tying a pretty bow around his dick

Modern boyfie Sukuna taking care of Reader

Pining + All yours

Cuddling with boyfie Sukuna

Sukuna picking you up from your late shift

Baby-Daddy Sukuna and you getting back together

Baby-Daddy Sukuna + Mother's Day

Sukuna comforting you when you are stressed

Boxer!Sukuna

Boxer!Sukuna becoming a Dad

Boyfie Sukuna in your bed in the morning

Attending a formal family event with Sukuna

Cowboy!Sukuna Part 1

Boyfie Sukuna carrying us to bed

Petting boyfie Sukuna's hair

Monster

Firefighter Sukuna

Modern Fantasy AU etc:

To the end (Zombie Apocalypse AU)

Brother (Halloween fic) dark content!!

Tiger Hybrid Sukuna

Historical!Sukuna:

King of Curses!Sukuna:

Sukuna comforting a s/o with anxiety

Cockwarming with the King of Curses

Sleepy Sukuna

The Summoning + Part 2 (Trueform!Sukuna)

Feeding a new fruit to Sukuna

Caught

Historical Fantasy AU etc:

The Red Lord (Vampire AU)

Tribe leader/Viking Sukuna (Viking AU)

Death's Bride

Threesomes:

Control

Sukuna knocking Reader up with Yuuji’s baby

Train ride with Yuuji and Sukuna’s handmouth

The Changing Room

Double cream filling for Valentine's Day

The luckiest boy in the world

Sukuna and Yuuji taking turns

Summary: Steve returns to the compound after the Civil War between the team, making you ignore him and give him the cold shoulder because he left you alone and without a word

Warnings: fluff 

Marvel Masterlist

During the Civil War between the team, Tony made sure that you didn’t know about it. He wanted to protect you - his daughter - from the dispute. Especially because Steve was involved in it and he knew how close you and Steve were. But you eventually found out about it. And you were upset with both Steve and your father. 

You were angry at Tony for trying to keep you sheltered from everything and for trying to treat you like a child, and you were angry at Steve for leaving. When you heard that Steve’s team had escaped from their prison you knew that he was behind it. 

Knowing that he was back in the field, you waited for him to return to you. To apologize or something. But he never did. Though you tried to hide your heartache, Tony could see right through your facade and suggested that you move back into the compound. 

Request: ashann7 said: Could you please do a one-shot or series based on the song “No Promises” with Steve? Something along the lines of the reader and Steve enter a friends-with-benefits relationship and both end up catching feelings in the end? You’re amazing ❤️

Part 2 (this request fit nicely for this older story)

Part 1

Request: Can I get a Nat!sister x reader with anyone else as the romantic part. “Haven’t decided I’m going if I’m going to kill you yet but what did you do to piss off the Canadians so badly!!! Thanks bonnie much love and see ya later so I had to request this early

Disclaimer: It was hard to find ways to insult Canada.  I would never.  :)

“So wait, you’re not staying?” Steve asked with wide and a little bit frightened eyes, pointing at his door. “You’re not going to protect me from her?  She’s your sister!”

Request: food-books-and-bed said: Can I request a story where the reader was Natasha’s twin and was walking down the street or something and someone needed help and mistook her for Natasha and Steve was watching and he made her join the team she and Steve hookup but he falls for her

Sometimes it was almost a curse to be the twin sister of Natasha Romanoff.  It was definitely a bad choice to live in the same city, where her enemies knew where to find her and where anyone at any time could ask her to save them.  You tried to dress conservatively, hoping to cover your identity as much as possible without being totally hidden from the world.  You still had a life to live, after all.

Tonight was one of those nights that had you wishing that you would have just stayed home.  You could hear a woman screaming from somewhere nearby, but the sound seemed to come from all around you.  Moving to the middle of the street, you looked quickly for any cars before closing your eyes and listening; trying to decide which direction to run, trying to drown out the background noises of the city around you.

“Ma’am?”

“Shh!” you scolded the voice next to you, raising your hand to demand his silence.  You never even opened your eyes to see who it was, running away from him as your senses sorted out which direction the woman’s scream was coming from.  You didn’t hear him follow you either.

When you reached the alley, you stopped at the sight of a man holding a woman against a building with a knife to her throat as he rummaged through her purse.  She was doing her best not to panic, and tried to hold her reaction when she saw you in her peripheral vision as to not give you away.

“Hey,” you called out, stepping into his line of sight, “I think you should let her go before this gets ugly.”

The man pulled his knife away and released her, now turning to you.  She grabbed her bag and ran from the alley, leaving him for you.  “Hey, cutie,” he smirked in a gravelly voice that sounded old and worn, “you’ve got a lot of nerve, scaring off my catch there. You taking her place?”

“I’m here to kick your ass.”

The man spun the knife around in his hand and stepped back to lower himself into a lunge, shooting himself forward at you.  You simply shook your head and sighed, easily grabbing his arm when he attempted to swing the blade at you, firmly twisting and snapping his shoulder from its joint.  He was now lying at your feet, whimpering and begging for you to stop pushing your foot into his chest.  You grabbed his knife and slipped it into your boot, leaning down to capture his gaze.

“At least make it a challenge for me,” you mumbled.  “I’m sure you have a few questions, but I had plans that you so rudely interrupted.” You pulled out your phone and called for police to come pick him up, looking around to see if anyone had been watching.  The alley was dark and you didn’t see anyone, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was there.

Once the sirens grew closer and you could see the lights on the nearby street, you jumped to the nearest fire escape and climbed up until you were out of view, watching the man to be sure he didn’t try to run.  Satisfied with his removal, you jumped to the next building and then the next, lowering yourself to the ground to leave and resume your original plans for the night.

Back at the site of the incident, Steve watched as you disappeared into the darkness.  He stood motionless for several minutes before a dark figure dropped down next to him from above; another witness to your control of the situation.

“Rogers.”

“Murdock.”

“So, who’s that one? These vigilante types are just crawling from the woodwork, huh?”

Steve looked at Matt and sighed loudly, disbelieving what was being said.  “Really?  You mean like you?”  

“Hey, this isn’t about me,” Matt said nervously, raising his hands in defeat and slowly backing away. “Okay…so…nice chat, Cap.  I best be on my way.”

Pulling his phone from his pocket, Steve paused for a moment before making the call that could change your life from this day forward.  He slowly dialed, considering his decision before entering the final number, but finally gave in and put the phone to his ear.

“Hey, Nat.  I have a few questions to run by you.  You got a minute?”

~~~

“She doesn’t want to be found, Steve.  I can’t say that I blame her.”

“Okay, but why didn’t you tell me you that you have a sister?  You’re in the same city, and yeah it’s a big city, but there’s always a chance that we would run into her.”  Steve looked up at Natasha across the small café table with a small smirk, taking a drink of his coffee, “I thought she was you.”

“She’s good.  Not as good as me, of course, but she has no problem holding her own.”

“Can you bring her in?”

Natasha sat her cup down on the table with a loud thud and a shocked look on her face as she all but choked on her drink.  “To the team?!  Are you joking?  Cap, I just said, she doesn’t want to be found.  I did say that in English, right?”

“Yeah, you did,” he chuckled.  “But all the same, I think it’s the right thing to do.”  Steve quickly took the last swallow of his coffee and stood to leave, looking down at his teammate, “you in or out?”

“I’m out.”

~~~

The overly enthusiastic and loud banging on your door startled you enough to drop your phone before you could send another reply back to your sister, who had tried to give you a little warning that he was trying to find you; you were surprised that the Captain had arrived so quickly.  You stood to open the door, but had made a firm decision to not let him in.

“Well, I must say you sure didn’t waste any time finding me.  Did she tell you or are you just that resourceful?”

“I prefer to not divulge my methods,” he said, looking down at you with a commanding presence that did anything but put you at ease.  He was more intimidating than you would have imagined after what you had read about him and what Nat had told you.  “May I?” He pushed his way through the door before you could reply, taking full advantage of your stunned silence.

“You know, that’s rude to just force your way into someone’s home.  In fact, I think that’s called trespassing, Captain Rogers.  Not very law abiding for a walking flag.”

Steve looked down at the clothes he was wearing, a pair of jeans and a simple button down shirt, and looked back at you with confusion.  “I’m not even wearing the suit-“

“Can’t escape it, sorry,” you sighed, shutting the door once you decided that he wasn’t about to leave any time soon.  “You just ooze patriotism.”  You took a deep breath and turned to look at him, doing your best to hold your resolve and not take him up on the offer that you knew was coming.  Doing your best to not fall prey to the man that Nat had warned you about only moments ago.  The man that she knew was much too close to your type, and that you would find hard to say no to.  “No thanks, Captain.  I know what you are here to offer, and I don’t want you to waste your time or energy.”

“She told you.”

“She’s my sister.  You think she wouldn’t?”

Steve took a few steps closer with a slight sense of urgency and fear that he would lose any shot to convince you of his plan before you even gave him a chance.  “Okay, but hear me out.  You didn’t break a sweat the other night; you didn’t even look like you were engaged in it.  It was too easy.  You must have skills similar to hers, right?”

“I said no.”

“Natasha told me that you were trained with her, but you stayed behind after she left the Red Room. You stayed on and trained new girls-“

Finished with his lack of respect for your answer, you stepped behind him and twisted his arm back, pushing him into the wall and pressing his face against it.  He didn’t fight back at all, not even pushing back when you held him tighter.  

“What part of ‘no’ is Captain America having a hard time with?  Is it the ‘n’ or the ‘o’?  Perhaps it’s a lack of manners that’s the problem?   Do you make it a habit to just barge into someone’s home and spout off until you get your way?  Do you always get your way, Steve?  Is that it?”

You swore you heard him growl; like some strange animalistic noise coming from his throat.  You held your ground, waiting for him to turn the tables on you, planting your feet firmly to keep your leverage against him. “Hmm?  Nothing?  I thought you were more than just a shield, Rogers.”

Those must have been the magic words to spring him into action.  It a flurry of twisting arms and legs, punches and kicks, fingers weaved into hair and hands around throats, it was a matter of seconds before you were pinned to the ground and he was looking down at you.  His hands were like vice grips holding your arms to the floor; you couldn’t so much as even wiggle your fingers.

“Now that we have that out of the way,” Steve panted, “can we get back to business?  You’re skills are impressive, (Y/N).”  The look in his eyes was shifting, and softening slightly, but they were still intense and held your attention with the deepness of the blue in them.  You felt a shift in your interaction, and you could see that he did too.  “Alright…maybe…maybe it would be best if we got off the floor and talked in a more civilized way.”

He finally stood and held his hand out to you to help you up, no longer making the eye contact he had so firmly held seconds ago.  “Alright, talk,” you sighed, straightening out your shirt as you stood.  “You have ten minutes to convince me of every reason why I should go with you.”

~~~

Steve was a very convincing man.  It likely had a lot to do with the fact that you now wanted to let him convince you so you could see more of him.  You had spoken only a handful of words to him, but you listened to him go on and on about how the Avengers were a cohesive team that wanted to protect and make things right.  He was so passionate about what he believed, that you couldn’t help but be convinced, and now here you were, about to meet everyone.

“Just wait here,” he whispered, resting his hand over yours as if it were natural to do so.  When you looked down at it, he pulled away quickly and cleared his throat in embarrassment.  “Um, I’m just gonna see who’s here before you come in.  Looking so much like Nat might be a bit of a shock for them.”

After about five minutes he returned to the front door to bring you in, looking slightly disappointed about something.  “Well, no one’s here right now, but I can give you a tour if you’d like?”  His eyes were filled with anticipation that you would agree to stay, so you quickly took his hand for him to lead the way.

“Alright,” he sighed, looking down at your two hands and your fingers intertwined, seeming a bit uncomfortable at the contact.  “gym first.”

“No,” you said, pulling back against his arm to stop him and keeping your hand in place as you spoke. “You said the tower’s empty, right?”

“Uh…yeah…?”

Being forward wasn’t your strong suit, and you were usually uncomfortable showing guys any interest, but this was no normal guy.  You may never have this opportunity again, so you took the chance, pulling him down for a kiss, wrapping your other hand around his neck.  He responded quickly, pressing his mouth roughly against yours, his tongue searching desperately and dancing with yours.  You lost your breath when he lifted you from the floor, and you had to wrap your legs around him to keep your balance.  

The breath was knocked from your chest slightly as he slammed your back into the wall, still kissing you with ferocity and need.  He pulled his head back and began to leave hot kisses down your neck, his warmth leaving goosebumps on your skin.

“This isn’t like me,” you panted.  “I swear…it’s just…that you…”

“I know…but I don’t want to stop myself.”

~~~

You woke the next morning to incessant buzzing from your phone and countless texts from Natasha, undoubtedly worried that she hadn’t heard from you since telling her you were going to meet with Steve.

Did you see the tower last night?

Steve said he convinced you to stop by.

Where are you?

Are you still asleep?  Wake up, already.

Have you heard from Steve?

“God, she’s persistent,” you whispered to yourself, rolling onto your back and rubbing the sleep from your eyes.  “You get to tell her, not me.”

“She’s your sister,” Steve said in a sleepy voice, “I’m not getting in the middle of that.”

“It didn’t seem to bother you last night.”  You sat up and stretched, yawning as your body pulled it’s aching muscles, “alright, then what should I say?”

“Tell her that you didn’t get a tour of the tower because I was too busy taking advantage of her only sister.”

You tapped away at your phone for a few seconds then tossed it on the table next to you.  “Okay.”

Steve’s face went immediately pale and his mouth hung open in shock.  “You didn’t…”

You gave him a mischievous smile and quietly began, “Five…four…three…two…one…”

The furious banging on his door surprised him, jumping at the sound of the angry Russian on the other side.  “Steven Rogers, you seem to have forgotten how many ways there are for me to kill you!”

Request: Hi could I please have a Steve one shot where the reader is really badass LIKE REALLY BADASS and the whole team is so shocked bc this girl always keeps to herself and is meek but after one mission everyone is like wtf PLEASE THANK YOU I LOVE UR WRITING BABE

Warning: There will be a little swearing outburst…

“(Y/N)!”

“(Y/N), come on!”

“(Y/N)- oh, seriously! Does anyone know where she is?” Steve huffed, completely frustrated with your tardiness for the third mission in a row.  As you finally entered the hangar, your gear hanging loosely from your pack and your hair a complete mess, he stood with his hands on his hips at the jet door, blocking your entry.

“Excuse?”

“I don’t have…one, sir,” you panted, trying to catch your breath from running the stairs.  “I just…lost track…of time.”

Clint poked his head out from the jet, smirking at you from over Steve’s shoulder, “Nose in a book again, you nerd?”  When you didn’t respond with the embarrassment or laugh that he was hoping for, he sulked away back to the pilot seat in defeat.

“Let’s just go, (Y/N),” Steve relented, “one more time, and we need to have a talk.”

“Sir,” you agreed, your head down and watching your feet as you quickly ducked past him and into a seat. Keeping your eyes averted as he passed by, you grabbed your tablet from your bag and returned to your work that had made you so late for this mission.  It’s not like they really needed you anyway; you weren’t a fighter, you were there for tactical support and intelligence acquisition.  You had been studying with Bruce for a year before Ultron, and now that he hadn’t returned yet, you had taken his place working with Tony.  The unlimited access to the lab and everything in it gave you enough side projects to last a lifetime.

“You know what, I’ve changed my mind,” Steve announced, dropping himself into the chair next to you, “let’s have a talk now.”

You quickly returned your tablet to your bag and turned to face him, giving him your full attention and a small smile, trying to stay on his good side, if you were even there now. “Sure, Captain.  I’m all yours.”

The immediate flush of red in your cheeks had to be painfully obvious; you’d had a crush on Steve since your first day, and you did a good job of avoiding him as much as possible when you didn’t have to work together.  Your whole body became hot from your overwhelming embarrassment and shyness.  “I mean…I meant…I’m all ears.  All. Ears.”

“So tell me, (Y/N), what are you working on that has you so enthralled that you forget when our departure times are?  We knew about this four days ago.”

“It’s nothing,” you replied coyly, hoping that he wouldn’t dig any further and just wanting this moment to be over.

He eyed you suspiciously, deciding what he would say next.  Rather than pry and ask more questions that would likely have more vague answers, he reached down into your pack and removed your tablet, standing quickly and taking it to the front of the jet.

“Cap, don’t!” you called after him, throwing off your harness and chasing after him.  “Steve, give that back!”  You leaned over the back of his chair, pushing yourself forward to reach so that your feet were now dangling off the ground, but still unable to get a hold of your work.  “Steve, come on!”  You were starting to panic when he wouldn’t release it, but now you were terrified when you saw his expression change and his posture straighten as he read.

“(Y/N),” he said quietly but sternly, “what’s this?”

“It’s just a project. It’s nothing.”

“I don’t believe this,” he sighed, turning to face you.  “Have you succeeded?  Have you really replicated the serum?”  Clint now turned to look at you as well, his mouth agape.  “(Y/N), answer me.”

You slid back and dropped onto your feet, rubbing your hand over your face in frustration of your exposed secret and the need to explain something that they likely wouldn’t understand.  “Well clearly not,” you hissed, raising your arms up to show their lack of accentuated muscles.  “Do you see any difference?”  Ripping the tablet from his hands, you returned to your seat and continued to work.

“You can’t experiment on yourself.  That never turns out well, (Y/N).”

“What I do on my own time is my own business, Captain.  Excuse me.” You lifted the tablet to definitively show that you were finished with the conversation, and Steve chose not to push. He took his seat in the co-pilot position, looking out the window as Clint manned the controls.

“So that’s why she’s never around?”  Clint asked. “She’s locked up in the lab all the time?”

An answer never came, as Steve continued to watch the sky until you came to a landing almost two hours later.

~~~

“Okay, (Y/N) and Natasha, you two can move in and collect the data and fry their systems while Clint and I secure the hostages.”  Steve’s eyes widened as you took a gun from Nat, securing it to your thigh.  “(Y/N), since when do you carry a weapon?”

“Since now, I guess? I just have a feeling like I should have one this time.”  You gave him a small shrug as you jogged away, not really caring why it made a difference to him.  “How hard can it be, right?”

“She’s totally gonna shoot herself in the foot,” Clint scoffed, slinging his bow over his shoulder, “I don’t think she’s ever even held a gun.”  

All Steve could do was shake his head as he led them into the building, holding a finger to his lips to keep Clint quiet.  “Are you in position?” he whispered into his comm, “be ready to move.”  As he reached the bottom of a long stairway, he saw his targets, keeping watch around a small group of hostages, bound and sitting on the floor.  “Barton, go help the other two, I can manage this.”

Clint nodded and left him there, waiting for the correct moment to strike.  Once Steve had his plan of attack ready, he signaled you to go, quickly taking out three of his five opponents with ease, but losing the other two when they ran outside.  “Barton, two on the run!”

“I’m on it!”

“Cap, Nat and I are headed your way, we’re done here,” you called to him, but there was no reply.  “Cap?  Steve?” You looked to Natasha and broke into a sprint to get to his side of the building, hoping that you weren’t going to find the worst outcome playing out.  

He would have called for help, right?  Maybe it was just a technical glitch.  Maybe he was ambushed.  Maybe you should stop thinking and just get there.

You took the stairs three at a time, practically throwing yourself down them to get there faster.  When you reached the bottom, you stopped in your tracks, gasping at the sight of Steve on his knees with a gun to his head.

“Hey guys,” he said calmly. “I’m in a bit of a situation…”

Without a second of thought, you pulled your gun from its holster and held it steady, ready to shoot the man who was directly behind Steve at the first chance of a clean shot. “Step away from the Captain, please.”

“(Y/N)…”

“Shut up, Steve,” you said in a cool and even tone.  “I said, step away.”  

“I don’t think that you’re in any position to make demands,” the man said, pushing his gun forward more. “You’re taking a gamble with your Captain’s life.”

“Drop your gun before I blow your fucking head off.”

Steve couldn’t hold his composure anymore; his eyes widened and his mouth hung open, looking at Nat who mirrored his expression.  This was certainly a shift from the you that they were used to; the one who spent all day in the lab and kept pretty much to yourself unless on a mission.  He wasn’t sure if he should be impressed or frightened.

“I’ll give you five seconds-“ the man began, but you wouldn’t allow him to finish.

“Do you wanna go?” you challenged, “do you wanna go, you worthless little prick?  You have the balls to go up against Captain America and think you have a shot at winning?  How fucking stupid are you?”

The man’s mouth hung open, clearly not expecting this type of resistance; he changed his plan, now raising his weapon at you.  “I don’t think you understand-“

“Alright, I’m done,” you snapped, pulling the trigger to land a shot square between his eyes.  “If you’re not going to listen, then that’s what you get.”

“Okay, I’m thoroughly terrified,” Nat chuckled.  “(Y/N), that was…new, to say the least.”

Steve was still on his knees and still staring; looking at you as if it were the first time seeing you. “What the hell just happened?” he whispered.

“I saved your ass. Your welcome.”

“Thanks…” he replied, still uncertain of his voice.  “Um, yeah…so, we should probably go.”

Once the transport picked up the hostages and you were on the way back to the jet, not much was said; Steve looked lost in his own mind, Natasha was still impressed, and Clint was just confused because as luck would have it, he missed the whole thing.  As soon as you were secured in your seat and in the air, you grabbed your tablet and returned to your research as if nothing had happened.

“Can I join you?”

“Yeah, Captain, go ahead.”

He leaned forward in the seat, his arms resting on his legs as he started to wring his hands together. You watched him in your peripheral vision, waiting for him to begin the conversation, but when the wait grew too long, you took the initiative.  “Just ask. I know what you’re going to say.”

“(Y/N), I’ve known you for a long time now, and I’ve never seen that from you.  Don’t get me wrong, it was remarkable, but I don’t understand where it came from.  I think you do.”

You took a deep breath and dragged your finger across the tablet several times until you came to the information that Steve had seen earlier.  “You know that the serum is maximized by the use of Vita-Rays, but when used alone there are greater potentials for side-effects.  I don’t have Vita-Rays at my disposal.”  You handed the tablet to him, as you continued, “it would seem that I might not have gained the strength, but my nervous system is at peak performance, meaning my senses, memory and muscle control are exceptional.”

“That’s why you had perfect aim despite never having shot a gun before,” he said under his breath with a nod of understanding.  “Okay, but even your personality was different.  Is that a side-effect too?”

“No, I was just feeling bitchy,” you laughed, “and I knew I had him so maybe I was a bit cocky too.”

Steve leaned over and nudged you with his shoulder, giving you a wink, “don’t tell anyone, but I kinda liked it.  But seriously, thanks.”

“You’re welcome.  If Bruce is right, these side-effects are likely permanent so I might…” Your voice trailed away at the realization of what you had just said, squeezing your eyes shut and hoping that he didn’t catch on.

“What did you just say?”

“Side-effects are permanent?”

“Do you know where he is, (Y/N)?” he said in a solemn tone, almost sad that he had to ask.

“Yes.  He’s safe and hidden and not coming back,” you said firmly. “Now leave it, please.”

Steve nodded his head and turned to you, taking your hand in his.  You could feel the shake building inside of you and you worried that he would notice.  “I’ll leave it.  But you need to do something for me.  You need to leave this.”  He took the tablet and threw it in your pack, looking at you with determination to keep it there.  “Do we have a deal?  No more experiments.  No more research.”

“I owe it to Bruce to say yes, we have a deal.”

Pairing: Pre Serum Steve x reader

Request: Can you do a fic where 1940s Bucky is trying to talk the reader into going on a date with (pre-serum) Steve, and when she actually meets him she ends up really liking him? Thank you so much!

Warnings: None

Words: 1,533

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A/n: Request are open

Summary: You have a crush on Steve and you have your moments together but always seem to be interrupted by the team

"No Tony don't! Let me go!" You shrieked giggling as billionaire snatched you up in his arms and headed toward the end of the dock.

You and the rest of the Avengers had all decided you needed a well deserved break from saving the world. Tony naturally volunteered to have you all stay at his summer home in the Hamptons, and you being an Avenger were allowed to tag along.

You were a highly trained agent and could've escaped Tony's grasp easily, but of course that would take the fun out of things.

"No can do" Tony laughed reaching the edge of the water.

You clutched onto his neck. "I'll get you for this Stark" You said attempting to look serious until a smile crept across your face and you began to burst out laughing again.

In one swift motion Tony had unlatched your arms from him and tossed you in the water. You let out a girly scream as you were thrown into the water below. You held your breath and squeezed your eyes shut expecting to be submerged, but instead someone's strong arms  caught you. You opened your eyes and met soft warm blue ones belonging to Steve. You blushed realizing you were pressed against Steve's muscled bare chest with him holding you bridal style in his arms.

You had quite the crush on the Captain, and he had no idea. No one did. Except Tony who had snuck in your room and read your diary which you later had got back at him for. So you landing in Steve's arm was no accident.

"You okay?" Steve said looking down on you a small smile playing his lips.

You chuckled. "Thanks to you I am" You said the blush turning you a deep shade of red.

"Well I better finish the job" He said smiling. "Can't leave a lady stranded in the water"

"Why of course not" You said giggling.

Steve proceeded to swim with you in his arms back to the shore. He set you down gently on the warm sand.

"There you go" He said with a smile.

"Thanks" You whispered blush dusting your cheeks.  

"Hey great you're out of the water, Capsicle can you come help me with something?" Tony yelled from the porch.

Steve rolled his eyes playfully. "Gotta go. I'll see you later" He said with a small wave walking toward the house.

"See ya" You said smiling watching him walk away.

Once he was gone you collapsed in the sand a smile plastered across your face.

~~~A few hours later~~~

"I can't believe I'm doing this" Natasha mumbled to herself. "I'm a highly trained assassin and I'm about to be involved in a water war"

"Oh come on Nat" You said leaning your head on your best friends shoulder. "If you're so good, this shouldn't be a problem. Come on it'll be fun"

She smirked rolling her eyes. "Fine"

"Alright everyone" Tony announced. "Now we'll pick teams, I'll naturally be a team captain and Natasha you can be the other one"

Natasha rolled her eyes making you chuckle as she walked over to stand next to Tony, her water gun slung on her back.

"Okay I want Capsicle, Thor, and Banner" Tony said pointing all of then out.

"Tony what was the point of picking team captains if you already knew it was going to be me, Clint, and Y/n?" Natasha said clearly annoyed.

"Nevermind that. Okay, so war begins in ten minutes. Use this time wisely to plan. See ya on the battlefield" Tony said squirting his gun into the air.

You, Clint, and Natasha walked off in the opposite direction of Stark's team to stake out your base behind some trees.

"So what's our strategy?" Clint said checking out his gun.

Natasha rolled her eyes. "Please. Clint this is a piece of cake. No strategy needed, just shoot them"

"Well you're no fun" Clint said rolling his eyes and giving a playful glance toward you. "Y/n what's out strategy?"

"Well" You said with a smirk. "I was thinking of climbing this tree and taking them by surprise from above while you two get them on the ground"

"Excellent. Hear that Tasha" Clint said squirting her on the cheek.

Natasha gave him a death glare wiping the water from her face. "Yeah I heard it. Come on let's just win this thing"

You nodded at the both of them as you began to scale the tree with your water gun slung over your back. Once you reached a fairly good height you perched yourself between two branches concealed by the leaves.

"You ready to lose?" Tony yelled from across the lawn.

"Put your money where your mouth is Stark" Natasha yelled back poising her gun ready to aim.

"Always do" Tony assured her. "On my count. One. Two. Three. Go"

At Tony's mark both teams sprung into action. Natasha instantly aiming for Tony which he easily ducked. Clint was rolling on the ground avoiding Bruce and Thor's attempts to hit him. Steve on the other hand was nowhere to be found. You watched Tony crack out a bucket of water balloons and toss them toward both Clint and Natasha. You finally spotted Steve just beneath your tree trying to sneak up on Clint and Natasha from behind. You chuckled to yourself. Always thinking like a solider you thought.

You aimed your gun at his back and took the shot soaking him all over. He instantly turned around and looked up as you jumped down from the tree.

"Hey no fair" He laughed wiping the water from his eyes.

You giggled as you started to run away to avoid the water from Steve's gun. "Just as fair as sneaking up on everyone from behind" You said calling over your shoulder.

Steve shook his head and started to run after you. Despite the fact that you had a head start and you were running as fast as you could, Steve caught up to you in a matter of strides and threw you over his shoulder.

"Hey put me down" You giggled trying to squirm from Steve's tight grasp.

After quite a bit of squirming you managed to free yourself and ended up falling onto the grass taking Steve with you. You landed in the lush green grass with Steve on top of you, his body lightly pressed against yours. You both blushed but neither one of you moved. Steve's blue eyes locked with yours and small content smiles crept on both your faces. He gently pushed a loose strand of hair out of your face cupping your cheek and started to lean in toward you. When his lips were only inches from yours a cold sensation spread through your entire body. Clint had dumped and entire bucket of ice water on you and Steve dousing you in freezing water and leaving both of you soaked.

Your mouth opened in shock unable to form words. "Clint" You finally managed to yell.

"Oh sorry Y/n didn't see you there" He said chuckling. "Well good news is we won" He said high fiving  Natasha.

You sighed letting your head fall back into the grass. Steve gently pushed himself off you and offered you a hand which you gladly accepted.

The rest of the team came over and joined you, Clint, Natasha, and Steve. You were absolutely freezing and excused yourself to go dry off and get warm.

As you walked away you touched your fingertips to your lips remembering the feeling of Steve's lips inches from yours. You had wanted him to kiss you so badly but Clint had doused you in ice water. It seemed like every time you were getting close to Steve someone would interrupt you, and every time you were minding your own business someone would come and mess with you two. Whatever the reason was you were going to find out.  

~~Later that night~~

You were laying on the beach and it was pitch black except for the embers dying down from the bonfire you'd all had earlier. It had to have been at least one in the morning, but you didn't care. You wanted to watch the stars. You didn't get to see starts like this back in the tower. It was always too bright from all the city lights. This was absolutely breathtaking.

"Mind if I join you" A voice called out from in the dark.

"Oh Steve, you scared me" You said sitting up in the sand.

"Sorry ma'am" He said laying down in the sand next to you.

"It's okay" You said blushing at him calling you ma'am. You always blushed when he called you that.

"I didn't know you like to look at the stars" Steve said resting his hands behind his head.

"I didn't know you did either" You said laying back down.

"Well" He chuckled. "It kinda reminds me of when I was younger when me and Bucky used to sneak out at night to look at them. If there's one thing that hasn't changed in all these years, it's the stars" He said gazing up at them with a smile.

"Absolutely beautiful" You said turning your gaze to look back up where Steve was.

But Steve was no longer looking at the stars. He was looking at you. "Yeah" He said softy.

You turned to him blushing realizing he was talking about you.

"Can I tell you something" He said his body slightly moving closer to yours.

"Of course" You said seeing the stars reflected in his eyes.

"Ever since I woke up from that ice I've been terrified. I didn't know where I was or what I was fighting, but the only thing that made sense was you. You were the only one who didn't treat me like a lost puppy. You treated me like a person. You helped me a lot Y/n and I don't know where I'd be without you. What I'm trying to say is that....I love you"

You smiled feeling the tears well up in your eyes. "I love you too Steve. I always have"

Steve smiled back at you leaning in to close the gap between the two of you. Your eyes fluttered shut as his soft lips gently pressed against yours in a sweet kiss. A warm feeling spread through your entire body as you rested your hands on his arms. It wasn't a particularly long kiss, but no one had ever kissed you like that before so it didn't matter. When you both pulled away Steve rested his forehead against yours.

"I've waited a long time to do that" He said smiling.

"Me too" You said running a hand through his soft blond locks.

Steve pulled you into his arms and you snuggled up against him taking in his familiar scent. You both stayed like this for the rest of the night under the stars alongside the dying fire.

When you and Steve went hand and hand back inside at dawn Tony, Clint and Natasha were all sitting on the couch.

Natasha smirked at the two of you. "Alright Stark, Clint pay up"

Tony sighed. "Fine"

"You too Clint" Natasha said  extending her hand over toward him.

You and Steve both looked at them with puzzled looks on your faces.

"What was that about?" You said looking at Natasha.

"Well Clint and Tony bet me that they would be the ones to get you two together and I said that you two would get together on your own. Clearly I won. I had to stop them from going out their to interrupt you"

"Wait how did you know we were out there?" You said glaring at the boys.

"What do you think that telescope is for?" Tony said gesturing toward his fancy telescope. "It's certainly not for watching the stars if that's what you thought"

You rolled your eyes and buried your face in Steve's shirt letting out a soft laugh.