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steven grant "steve" rogers: detective at the 12th precinct – intelligence unit. he has a 97% success rate in closing cases, which was pretty fucking impressive. his charm, strength, and wits are the keys to helping him solve many of his cases. his looks have also played a big role.

obviously steve is a handsome man, which has caused many people to flirt with him – whether they were a witness, suspect, or even a victim. they would all try to ask him out or flirt their way out of a charge, only resulting in rejection. they would always start off with the same question: are you single? to which steve would always say no that leads to curiosity and a very inappropriate pass coming from whoever he conversed with. why would a man like steve not be taken? being a detective also meant having little free time to socialize outside his job. all he had was his fellow colleagues in intelligence who have become his second family.

other than his look, steve was also brave – keeping calm and collected especially during hostage situations. there would be a gun aiming at his head, but it didn’t phase him as he talked to the gunman into surrendering, succeeding every time. so you could say that steve rogers was the top detective in his unit.

there is just one problem – he doesn’t have a partner. sure, there would be certain occasions where he would partner up with bucky or sam, but they were each other’s official partner so they usually left together when it was time to track down suspects. he would sometimes even pair up with wanda for undercover work, but she usually stuck with thor – an odd pairing, but functional nevertheless. steve was left in the squad room with an empty desk placed in front of his. sure, he can manage on his own, but having backup every time certainly helps.

"good morning, everyone." captain fury addressed the room, gaining everyone’s attention. steve, who was mindlessly fiddling with his pen stood from his chair as he saw everyone gather in front of his boss. "there will be a new addition to intelligence."

"who is it?" wanda asked.

"this detective is transferring from the 18th precinct and has a 98% success rate." he answered, earning gasps from some of the detectives.

holy shit. steve thought.

"shit, that’s higher that steve’s." sam teased, earning a light slap to the head from bucky.

"when does he start?" bucky asked.

"she starts right now." a female voice called as the detectives turned their heads. you walked into the room, smirking as you placed the box that was held by your side onto the empty desk – the one right in front of steve’s. you walked up next to fury, hearing whistles come from some of the male detectives.

"everyone, this is y/n l/n." fury said.

you had transferred over from the homicide unit to intelligence. a lot of detectives knew you by your almost perfect percentage of success rate, being the lead detective on most of your cases. fury had personally asked for you after learning that you had a vast knowledge in every type of combat, ballistics, and anatomy. some referred to you as a wild card. not to toot your own horn, but you were amazing at your job.

"hello." you greeted, simply smiling.

"y/n will also be steve’s assigned and official partner. steve," fury announced before looking to the dirty blonde. "i'm sure you'll help y/n adjust to our station smoothly." he commanded before going back into his office, cueing everyone to go back to work.

"lucky bastard. i’m stuck with this guy." sam pointed at bucky, earning another slap to the head from his partner and earning a giggle from you.

you walked up to steve, reaching your hand out for him to shake. "hello steve, it’s an honor to be working with you." you smiled.

steve froze at the sight in front of him. wow, she’s kind of cute. he thought to himself. you looked at steve in confusion, waiting for him to respond.

"this is the part where you shake her hand and introduce yourself, you idiot." thor said, causing steve to slightly shake his head.

"sorry," steve chuckled as he grabbed your hand and shook it. "it’s a pleasure to meet you, although i should be the one who’s honored to be working with you. i’ve heard great things about you."

"yeah, like what?" you smirked.

"for one, you beat me in success rate percentage." he said.

"it’s just a number, that doesn’t mean anything." you shrugged as you settled into your chair and start to organize your desk.

"don’t be so humble." steve said in a playful tone, making you smile. he actually liked that you didn’t have an inflated ego just because of your stats. he watched you as you placed things onto your new desk until fury walked back into the squad room, causing everyone to gather around him once again.

"just got off dispatch. there's been reports of a murder at one of the stark hotels. i need you guys to head down there now." fury ordered. everyone nodded, gathering their coats and keys before heading out.

"i’ll drive." steve stated as you grabbed your jacket. you nodded at him in response.

-

as steve drove to the hotel, he decided to strike up a conversation – to get to know his new partner, of course.

"so, what made you wanna become a cop?" he asked.

"it was kind of a spontaneous decision, but i've always had an interest," you looked at him as he kept his eyes on the road. "no one in my family is in the criminal justice field, but they've supported me from throughout college and the academy and even now. but i know they get worried about me sometimes." you thoroughly answered.

"that’s sweet of them." steve said, feeling a tug at his heartstrings.

"how about you?"

"me? well, my best friend peggy encouraged me to join after i had served for two years." he simply said.

"that’s nice." you smiled.

"although, sometimes i regret being a detective. it’s like every person i talk to wants to jump my bones and confess to murder before i could even open my mouth. this one lady i was interrogating, clearly guilty, was trying to change the subject and asked me out to dinner after she makes bail." he added, making you snort.

"one of my friends in homicide told me about that. so you're the hot detective in precinct 12 that every female suspect, witness, and even cop wants a piece of?" you joked, letting out a laugh.

"does that include you?" steve smirked, making you roll your eyes as your face heated up a bit. luckily before you could respond, you two had arrived at the hotel, passing by sam and bucky who were currently questioning staff.

in both your’s and steve’s years of being a detective, neither of you have witnessed a crime scene so brutal. before you could even notice the bouquets of flowers and bottles of wine that sat at the vanity in front of the room, there was blood splatters and stains that covered most of other side of the room. it was all over the walls, there were burnt marks on the bed sheets along with a ton of blood. the sheets were supposed to be white, right?

you held yourself together as you carefully walked around the room, trying your best not to contaminate evidence the crime scene unit was gathering. you and steve approached the body that was being examined by the medical examiner.

"hey, bruce." steve said.

"hi, steve." the older man responded as he looked up, locking eyes with you. “and you are?” he asked politely.

"i’m y/n, steve’s new partner." you answered.

"it’s nice to meet you."

you looked at the victim – body covered with every type of wound known to man and a pool of blood.

"the victim doesn’t even have a face anymore." you muttered, feeling chills run down your spine. bruce took another closer look at the phalanges.

"your perp burned the victim’s fingertips to the bone." he said.

"they didn’t want the victim to be identified." you blurted out loud.

"what’s the cause of death?" steve asked.

"it’s hard to tell. i’ll have to wait until i do the autopsy to find out which wound killed him first. overall, it looks like the victim has cuts, thin stab wounds, probably from an ice pick that was found a few feet away, and burns from both fire and rope." the doctor noted out loud, pointing out the different injuries.

"let me guess, the perp wore gloves and there were no fingerprints found on the pick?" you asked, earning a nod from bruce. "it looks like the victim was tied up and tortured." you added.

"i’m surprised no one heard any screaming." steve said.

"well, this is a penthouse and the only one on this floor. and if you look closely, there are small specs of adhesive of what looks like duct tape by the mouth that was probably burned or ripped off either perimortem or postmortem." you said, responding to steve’s comment.

"you got a good partner here, steve." bruce said. steve turned his head to you, impressed by your quick wits.

no wonder she has a higher success rate than me.

steve found himself lost in his head again, not noticing you walking around the room to examine more evidence. you looked up to see him still in the spot you had left him.

"uh, steve?" you called out to your partner, interrupting his mental roller coastrr as he turned his body towards you.

"yeah? sorry, i got lost in my thoughts." he chuckled nervously as bruce shook his head in second-hand embarrassment.

"i have a thought too." you said, slightly teasing him.

"yeah, what is it?"

"well, it might be a reach, i think the victim was knocked out or possibly drugged in this room and was tied up to the bed and tortured," you point out the remaining rope on the headboard. "the victim had finally freed themselves. and judging by the blood on the walls, they leaned on the walls as they tried to make it to the door, eventually bleeding out and falling to the floor. or the perp could have returned and held them up against the wall and tortured them even more and dumped them onto the floor once they were finished." you continued.

you looked at steve who was just staring at you in awe while bruce gave an impressed chuckle. to be honest, he zoned out as you kept talking, but was fascinated on how quickly you came up with a theory while still at the scene. that, and he also got lost in how beautiful you looked as you spoke with confidence.

"earth to steve?" you said as you waved your hands in front of him. "for a top detective, you sure do zone out a lot." you joked.

"he’s not usually like this." bruce commented as he passed you two.

"sorry," steve blinked. "and you’re right, if the victim did try to escape, our guy must have left for a bit. if he was still in the room, there wouldn’t be this much blood. maybe our perp caught him trying to escape and decided to rough our victim up even more before they died. the killer was sloppy either way, so we aren't looking for someone with medical knowledge or has a criminal background." he suggested, earning an approving nod from you. he was proud of himself for even coming up with a theory so quickly as opposed to thinking about it in the squad room after returning. if he was going to be your partner, he had to match up to your level of thinking.

"that’s also possible," you noted. "let’s check in with thor and wanda back at the precinct to see if the cameras caught anything."

-

a few hours pass by in the squad room as everyone took a break, waiting to hear back from bruce and jarvis, the tech expert.

"how’s your first day in intelligence so far?" sam asked as he sat on your desk. steve raised an eyebrow at his friend, burning holes through him from behind.

you leaned back in your chair as you looked at the man.

"honestly i’m impressed. i didn’t think i’d see a scene so gruesome. did you see how much blood was in that room?" you pointed out.

"mhm," sam noticeably gulped, trying to keep his cool. obviously this man has also never seen a crime so horrible, and can't stomach the sight of too much blood. you tried to not laugh in his face. "so, what do you do in your free time? do you bake? go see with your boyfriend?" sam oh so casually asked. you could see steve and bucky shake their heads in the background.

"never had time for either." you answered as you went back to filling out paperwork. steve mentally noted it, heart now beating with a glimmer of hope.

"is that so?" sam raised an eyebrow.

"sam." steve warned, signaling his friend to stop trying to flirt with the new detective.

"yeah, i don’t think guys find it attractive that i look at dead bodies and get gunned down by drug lords all day." you casually said as sam’s eyes widened.

"maybe you just need to find someone who understands you. maybe someone in the same field as you." he hinted with a knowing look, determination written on his face.

"maybe i need someone who can handle seeing as much blood as i can." you teased, referencing his queasiness to today's crime scene. the determination on sam's face instantly disappeared.

"fair enough." sam surrendered, lifting himself off your desk and hung his head in shame as he returned to his own. steve’s and bucky’s snickers getting louder.

"just heard back from dr. banner," fury called out, getting everyone’s attention as he pulled up a board with different images pinned to it along with writing. "our victim is none other than tony stark."

'tony stark, as in the owner of the hotel he was found dead in?" steve said.

"why was he even in a hotel room? doesn’t he live in a tower on the east side of manhattan?" you asked with concern.

"was he meeting up with someone?" steve asked.

"the hotel said the penthouse was under his name." sam chimed in.

"suspicious." you muttered to yourself.

"stark was probably killed by someone who was probably pissed at him and wanted some of his money." bucky said.

"stark pisses a lot of people off and everyone wants his money. i don’t think that’ll get him to meet up with someone." you counter-argued.

"maybe he was threatened by someone?" steve asked.

"none of the above actually." wanda announced as she and thor walked in. she placed more images onto the board. "jarvis went through the camera that points to the entrance of the penthouse and found stark entering the room with a woman." she revealed as everyone examined the low quality image of what looks like tony stark with an arm around a lady’s waist.

"the female has blonde hair. that could be pepper, his wife." steve said.

"that’s just motive. if he dies, everything goes to her," you added. "is there footage of her coming out?"

"unfortunately, no. it seems that the camera went out as soon as they entered the room and did not come back on until seven in the morning." thor explained.

"steve. y/n. talk to the widow, see if she's involved or knows anything." fury ordered you two.

-

you and steve were escorted through the stark tower, meeting up with a grieving pepper potts.

"hello, mrs. stark." you greeted.

"mrs. potts. i decided to keep my maiden after tony and i wed. but please, call me pepper." she said, giving a small smile.

"pepper, first off, i’m sorry for your lost." you said sympathetically.

"thank you." she sniffled.

"we just have a few questions to ask you that could help in solving your husband’s murder." steve said.

"of course."

"to start off, where were you on the night of your husband’s murder?"

"are you suggesting that i’m a suspect!?" pepper exclaimed.

"it’s a standard question we ask all partners. it’s just procedure." you reassured, getting pepper to calm down.

"obviously, i was at home alone. i was busy with paperwork for stark industries."

you and steve looked at each other, raising an eyebrow in suspicion.

"pepper, we have you on tape with your husband around the time of his death." steve said, handing her a photo taken from the security camera.

"what are you suggesting?" she said, sounding appalled. "how dare you, i loved my husband!" she practically yelled.

"i’m sure you did. but with him gone, that leaves you at least $500 million and sole inheritance of all of his property, including the company." you said coldly. steve knew you had to get pepper to start talking, even if it meant being a little rude.

"you’re a bitch." pepper practically spat at you.

"look, just tell us what happened." you stared her down, unfazed by the harsh comment.

pepper looked at the photo, holding it close to her face as it scrunched up.

"wait a minute, that isn’t me." she said as she placed a hand over her mouth. "h-he’s been cheating on me?"

your eyes widened as you turned to steve, who was already looking at you in shock.

-

back in the precinct, steve looks at the board, taking in every image and written detail as he tried to piece everything together.

"so if that’s not potts going into the room with stark, then who is she?" steve said to himself as he stared into the photo as if it would give him a clear answer.

you walked up next to steve, holding a cup towards him.

"coffee?" you asked, eyebrows slightly raised.

"sure, thanks." he said, grabbing the cup from your grasp. he appreciated the small gesture more than he should have, loudly chugging down the hot beverage to mask the beating of his heart.

"so tony has a mistress. i thought he had stop his playboy days after meeting pepper." you said as you took a sip of your own drink while looking at the board intently. steve couldn’t help but turn his head to look at you, not moving even when you turned to catch him already staring. your face started to heat up until you both hear someone clear their throat behind them.

"i’ve got a lead." wanda said, smirking as you two snapped your heads at her as if you two had been caught.

"what’d you find?" steve cleared his throat and rolled his shoulders, composing himself as if he wasn't just giving you heart eyes seconds ago.

"well, jarvis has been going through stark’s call logs, and there have been many calls over the past three months to and from one number. it belongs to a natasha romanoff. here’s her address." she explained, handing you the file, letting you take a look. you were slightly confused at the red hair that sat on top of the woman's head in her license photo.

"i’ll drive." you said as you grabbed you jacket and headed over to the garage filled with squad cars.

steve was about to follow after you when he felt wanda grab his arm.

"so, you like the new girl?" she smirked.

"i just met her." steve tried to deflect. yes, it was only his first day meeting you, but his attraction towards you was instant the moment you stepped into the room. he thought he was going insane.

"you’re not saying no."

"i mean, she’s cute and very intelligent."

"cute," wanda laughed as she repeated steve's answer. "so you do like her."

"yeah, is that what you wanted to hear?" steve raised an eyebrow. wanda smiled, walking away from him as soon as she got what she wanted, leaving him flushed.

-

later that day, you and steve arrived at the address that belonged to a luxurious apartment within the city. you knocked on the door.

"natasha romanoff, nypd." you said loudly.

the door opened slightly as a blonde woman peaked through the small opening.

"may i help you?" she asked softly.

"we would like to ask you a few questions about tony stark."

"the millionaire?" she looked confused. "he’s a celebrity. what’s that got to do with me?"

"oh not much, just that you’ve been seeing mr. stark for the past few months." steve said.

"i don’t have to tell you anything." natasha panicked, trying to close the door. luckily, you stopped the door with your foot.

"miss romanoff, you know if you don’t talk to us it just makes you look even more suspicious, right?" you raised an eyebrow at her. she managed to get your foot away from the door, slamming it in your face.

that went well.

you shook your head, mentally noting how long of a day has already passed. the feeling of exhaustion (and hunger) taking over your body. steve placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

"don't sweat it, we'll be back." he nodded at you before you two head back to the car.

-

"think she did it?" sam asked after you and steve explained what had happened to the squad.

"she won’t talk to us, which raises suspicion that she might be involved." you answered.

"she could be involved, but do you think she had the will to carve up his body like that?" steve asked.

"who knows? she’s a mistress. tony’s probably been buying her expensive things and when she gets cut off or tony might want to break things off with her, she must’ve had a lot of anger built up and took it out on him. if she can’t have him, no one can." you said as steve nodded at your wishful thinking.

"i got off the phone with a.d.a. hill," fury said as he exited his office. "she got the warrant for romanoff’s residence."

steve quickly drove you two back to the apartment complex, not minding how dark it had become outside.

you loudly knocked on her door.

"what are you doing!?" she exclaimed. "i said i’m not talking."

"you don’t have to," you said as you held up the warrant to her face, pushing pass her. you and steve looked through her place, noting the different expensive brands that littered her rooms. "where do you work miss romanoff? i’m curious to know how you could afford all of these things." you said as natasha sat on the couch, bouncing her leg anxiously.

"i found condoms in the trash," steve said, exiting one of the rooms. "if we have them tested, will it match tony’s dna?"

"i suggest you start talking to us now, natasha." you said as you and steve sat across from her.

"fine," she sighed defeatedly. "tony and i have been having an affair – but i would never, in a million years, hurt him. i even bleached my hair for that man just so people would think i was pepper."

"then why were you at the hotel the night he was murdered?"

"sometimes we would go there when we didn’t want to go back to my place. but that night, i wasn’t feeling up to it, so i told him i wanted to go home. he understood and let me leave. i think i left ten minutes after we entered the room." natasha explained.

"well that doesn’t explain the cameras going out." steve said.

"tony had automated the cameras to go off from the moment we enter the room until around seven in the morning to give both of us time to leave separately, so we can avoid getting caught."

"he was covering up his affair. fucked up, but smart." you scoffed at the work tony put in to not get caught cheating.

"i know i’m not a good person. i loved tony, and i would never hurt him – let alone kill him." natasha said as her eyes glossed with tears.

"i believe you." you sighed as you now sat next to her, laying a hand on her shoulder to comfort her.

you and steve shortly exited her apartment and sat in the car. you let out another deep sigh.

"if we have more than eight hours of footage missing, how are we going to know what happened?" you asked, sounding frustrated as you leaned back into the passenger’s seat.

"it’s gonna be okay y/n. it’s only the first day of the case and your first day in intelligence. you've done an impressive job so far." steve said as he patted your shoulder.

"thanks, steve." you smiled tiredly.

"it’s getting late. do you want to grab some dinner before i drop you off to your place?" he asked.

"sure, i’d like that." you gratefully smiled, suddenly feeling shy at the offer.

-

you two munched on your burgers at the local diner as you two talked.

"i know sam beat me to this question, but seriously, how was your first day at intelligence?" steve asked, taking a sip of his coke.

"i liked meeting everyone, they're very interesting," you chuckled. "it’s refreshing actually. new people and a cleaner building." you answered, emphasizing the "cleaner" part. steve laughed.

"oh yeah? what do you think of your new partner? you like him?" he wiggled his eyebrows, both teasing and out of curiosity. he hoped he had made a good impression on you.

"i do. even though he likes to zone out while i’m talking, i think he’s very cool." you laughed as steve pouted at your comment.

"he might have been a little distracted today."

"and why is that?" you raised an eyebrow.

"he was probably trying to think like you. get on your level and try to impress you." steve admitted, still referring to himself in third-person.

"oh," you nodded. "well i think he has to get out of his own head because i think he's doing just fine." you smiled.

"he's happy to hear that. otherwise, does he live up to the hot detective expectations like everyone says?"

"oh definitely." you smirked.

later that night, steve drove you back to your apartment, walking you to your door.

"thank you for today and for dinner. do you do this with all of your partners?" you teased.

"you’re actually my first partner." steve said, nervously laughing. your eyes widened.

this man really never had a partner?

you blinked back into reality. "well, i’m honored to have the title of being your first partner." you smiled.

steve smiled back, getting lost in your eyes. he unconsciously flickered his eyes from yours to your lips, making you blush. you reflected his actions, leaning in. steve leaned in as well, meeting you in the middle as your lips met, molding perfectly against each other. what was supposed to be one kiss turned into a few and then to many kisses. you pulled away to unlock your door, leaving it open to invite steve in. as soon as you closed the door, steve pushed you up against the wall, reconnecting his lips with yours.

-

the next morning rolls in. you wake up to see your body entangled around someone else’s bare and muscular body. you looked up to see steve sleeping peacefully as you smiled to yourself.

"take a picture, it’ll last longer." steve said as his eyes were still closed. you laughed as you lightly smacked his chest as he slowly opened them. "good morning, beautiful." he said, kissing your forehead.

you checked the time on your alarm clock.

"it’s almost noon." you groaned.

"it’s still morning, and we're on call today." steve shifted, getting more comfortable as he refused to let you go.

before you could respond to him, you heard a ringtone echoing through your bedroom.

what a way to ruin the mood.

both of you sat up to see steve’s phone ringing on the floor. steve leaned over to pick up the phone, immediately answering it.

"hello?" he said as you watched him listen to the person on the other side of the line. "okay." he said as he hung up the phone, laying himself down back onto the bed.

"who was that?" you asked.

"fury. there’s a new lead in the case." he said, relaxing himself back into your pillow. you furrowed your eyebrows at him.

"okay? get your ass up, we gotta get going." you said, hearing your phone ring moments shortly. you answered it, getting the same message steve got earlier.

"do we have to get up?" steve whined.

"yes," you said sternly as you got off the bed. "maybe this is why i have a higher success rate than you." you joked.

"wow. that hurt." steve sarcastically said as he reluctantly got up.

-

"crime lab came back with the results from evidence found in the many blood samples taken from the scene. there was one sample that had another set of dna that did not belong to tony stark." fury said.

"our perp probably got injured in the middle of torturing stark." bucky said.

"results show that the dna belongs to a virginia potts." fury revealed.

"also known as pepper potts." steve said.

"the wife?" wanda asked.

"it makes sense now. she probably already knew about the affair. that night, she probably wanted to catch them in the act, but natasha left early, leaving pepper to confront only her husband. whether or not he denies the affair, pepper loses control and kills him in a fit of rage." you connected the dots, earning impressed hums from the squad.

"you think that woman really tortured her own husband?" sam asked.

"if she already knew, she probably had to keep her emotions to herself. all that built up anger can make you go insane. she probably didn't even know what she was doing until it was too late. she wanted him to feel the pain that he put her through." you answered.

"l/n, rogers – pick up mrs. potts. she was said to be seen at a house just outside the city." fury said.

"yes, sir." you both said as you both grabbed your coats from your desks.

"also," fury said, making you two look up at him in confusion. "nice matching hickeys." he smirked as he walked back into his office.

you and steve looked at each other, only now noticing the faint bruises on peeking out of your shirts. you both blushed as you briefly shy away from each other. the rest of the squad tried to contain their laughters.

"lucky..." both sam and bucky muttered, wincing in pain immediately after wanda smacked both their heads.

-

you and steve arrived at the suburban residence.

"mrs. potts? nypd." steve said as he knocked on the door. there was no answer.

"pepper?" you shouted through the door. no answer.

you looked at steve, then looked down at the door handle, gesturing to him to check if the door is unlocked. steve grabbed the handle, slowly turning it to prevent any noise. he successfully opened the door without a peep. both of you pulled out your guns as you searched through the house as quietly as possible. most of the rooms were cleared. but when you two reach the kitchen, you were both surprised to see two figures standing behind the island. one of them was natasha, fear written all over her face as a gun was held to her head by none other than pepper, whose face was ridden with red eyes and tears.

'natasha. pepper." you said, acknowledging the both of them.

"pepper, please put the gun down." steve said as you two aimed your guns at her.

"no!" she exclaimed.

"well, that didn’t work." steve muttered.

"i thought you were more of a blade kind of gal, virginia." you casually mentioned, obviously mocking her.

"excuse me!?" pepper yelled, feeling offended.

"come on. we know you killed tony. you found out he was having an affair, and you were pissed. you took out all of your anger out on him. you tortured him, wanting him to suffer like you did." you said.

pepper buried the barrel deeper into natasha’s temple, causing both of them to cry even more. natasha’s pleads became louder.

"no one needs to get hurt. let natasha go." steve said.

after a few moments, pepper pulled natasha away from the gun, shoving her towards you two, suddenly aiming her gun straight at you. natasha ran towards steve as he lowered his gun down to grab her.

"get her out of here steve." you said, never breaking eye contact with pepper.

"i’m not leaving you." he argued.

"it’s okay, i’ve got this, just get natasha out of here."

steve knew you weren’t going to back down. he sighed as he escorted the other woman outside, reporting everything through his radio.

"listen to me pepper, you don’t want to do this." you said, your gun still aiming at her. you watched her pull the safety off the gun, ready to pull the trigger. you weren’t affected at all.

"pepper, i don’t want to hurt you. and if you shoot me, you’ll also be arrested for murdering an officer, adding more to your sentence." you negotiated as you kept your cool. although, it didn’t seem to convince the widow.

steve’s eyes widened as he heard a gunshot ring through the house.

"shots fired, possibly an officer down. i need back up and an ambulance to my location now." he immediately called in. steve was about to run back inside when he saw pepper walking outside as you followed right behind her, holding her cuffed hands behind her back. steve let out a breath of relief.

-

"mrs. potts. you need to start telling the truth about what really happened to tony that night." steve firmly said in the interrogation room, with you sitting next to him.

pepper sniffled, the handcuffs that wrapped around her hands jiggling as she tried to adjust herself in her seat.

"our marriage was going downhill and tony had been acting different. sometimes he would stay in one of his hotel rooms just to get away from me for the night. but then i found out about natasha. i’ve known for a few months, only getting angrier when he would try to be nice to me. that night, i walked up to the room he was staying at and i knocked on the door, seeing a surprised tony," pepper said, sadly chuckling. "before he even knew it was me, he said "you’re back so soon?" and he had fear in his eyes. i honestly think he shat himself. i looked behind him to see how he had the room set up, ready to make love to natasha like he couldn’t do to me." pepper cried. "so yeah, i only wanted to confront him, but i lost control."

you honestly had no sympathy for her.

"is that the story you're going with? only wanted to confront him? well, mrs. potts, seeing that you knew about the affair months prior and there is clear evidence of torture, this all sounds planned to me." you said, acid basically dripping from your words. steve glanced at you, a little scared at how cold you could easily be. pepper gulped nervously.

"i want my lawyer." she said quietly.

"you should've said as soon as we sat down. we already got your confession." you said as you and steve left the room.

you turned to fury and a.d.a. maria hill who were watching through the one-way mirror from the other side.

"think she’s doing time?" steve asked.

“definitely. she just confessed to premeditated murder – that’s murder one in my books." maria agreed as she and fury left the hallway.

after closing a case on your second day in the unit, you relaxed at your desk as you finish some paperwork.

"you scared me earlier." steve said as he sat across from you, interrupting your focus.

"aw, were you worried about me?" you playfully pouted at him.

"yes," steve smiled at you. "i don’t want my partner and girlfriend dead on the second day of her job." he said, making you laugh and blush at the same time.

"oh, so i’ve also earned the girlfriend title?"you joked.

"that’s if you want it." steve smirked.

"being the hot detective’s girlfriend? got a nice ring to it." you smirked back, making him laugh. you didn’t care that you heard throwing up noises from bucky and sam.

"come on, let’s call it a day and get out of here," steve said as he stood in front of your desk. "you had a long day. how about we grab some food and crash at my place this time?" he asked with a crooked smile. you smiled as you grabbed your bag, taking your free hand in his.

"If I win this bet, you owe me a date."

“Uh-huh.” You roll your eyes. If Lloyd Hansen has made an agreement with you once, he’s made it a thousand times: bets, predictions, whether or not he makes a specific mark, terms for anything from a coffee order to the next Nobel Prize winner. And yet, for all Lloyd’s talk, he’s never once tried to collect. Not that you have much to fear—he’s the type who’d rather make you squirm in anticipation. You know he likes the idea of a date more than the date itself.

Scratch that, you know Lloyd is not the dating type. Hates and ridicules the colleagues who do go on dates.

He flashes a smile that should be illegal outside of toothpaste commercials. "I’m serious this time. Put it on the record."

You don’t even look up from your laptop. "You owe me more dates than you can count.”

“Ninety-nine.”

You jerk your head up to look at him. “What?”

“You heard me: ninety-nine dates.”

You open your mouth only to close it again.

“Ninety-nine,” he repeats, smug as ever. “If I win today, that’s one hundred.” He laces his fingers behind his head, elbows angled with showoff laziness, leaning back in his seat on the chartered plane. “At that point, I’m cashing in. No more IOUs. You, me, three uninterrupted days. I take you to my place in the Bahamas, and we see how many times we can fuck before your brain completely short-circuits.”

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You’d had your fair share of lovers and experienced more than a good deal of fun. With everyone in the past, climax came the same way, every single time: clitoral stimulation, and clitoral stimulation alone.

By this point in your life, you suspected your g-spot was probably just a figment of your imagination, no more real than Atlantis, Santa Claus or the Tooth Fairy.

That was, until, you met your boyfriend, Simon.

And things had only been official for a week.

You and him had fooled around a handful of times—made love, as he called it, and kissed and cuddled and occasionally dry-humped until the two of you were both panting, groaning messes—but all of this was new. Simon was still learning you, as you were him.

He finished between your tits. You came on his tongue. He fingered you to the point of tears, and you learned how to touch his sac just right to get him to blow his load in seconds. On this night in particular, you were fucking missionary, and holding hands while you did.

Lovesick puppies, Price would say. Neither one of you seemed able to unglue your lips or unlace your fingers or keep your hips from colliding again and again and again in frantic search of the other’s furthest depths. You were perfectly wrapped up, with no desire to move

Except, you needed to reach down between your bodies to actually get off. That was a minor detail.

You didn’t think the man above you would mind if you moved your touch from his, but then that grip tightened the second you tried pulling away.

“Keep it there, lovie. Like holding you like this,” he said.

You enjoyed it, too. It was intimate, and sweet, and with your hands pinned on either side of you, locked securely in his, you felt safe. You just couldn’t finish.

“But I…I need to come,” you whispered against him. You rolled your hips and felt his cock twitch inside you.

Simon grunted, then swallowed. Nodded slowly.

“Yeah. I’ll get you there. Feel this?”

He slid deeper for emphasis.

You didn’t.

You rarely did, or at least not in the way you figured you were supposed to get when something pressed there.

“I think…sort of, yeah,” you hedged your answer.

Don’t bruise his ego, don’t hurt his feelings.

This is all on me, Si, I promise it’s not you.

Cutting in over your thoughts, Simon moved swiftly. Took your hips in his big, strong hands, lifted up, and plunged his cock to the hilt. The girth of him was enough to knock the air out of your lungs, and you felt your walls stretch, sting, and weep sweet liquid warmth around that intrusion. You moaned.

“Better?” The man’s question was simple.

Before you could answer it, he was sliding a pillow underneath your backside. Sawing his long, thick, leaking cock in and out of you, he reached a new spot.

You made a face, feeling good from that but…strange.

Simon snatched your hands up again and planted them beside your head on the mattress. He thrusted steadily. He peppered kisses all over your face and your neck while the bed frame squeaked in time, and you had to dig your heels into his ass to ground yourself.

“Talk to me, baby. Can’t make it better if you don’t.”

“I—I know, I just can’t—”

At the same time, Simon tilted your hips slightly once more, and the tip of his cock kissed something soft and wet and dizzyingly pleasurable inside your body. A loud, embarrassing cry slipped out between your lips.

You wanted to clap a hand over your mouth, hating the way you’d just sounded, but your fingers were stuck to his. Simon grinned down at you, toothy and approving.

“Can’t do what, now, darlin’?”

The warm, bulbous head of his cock had found its mark, and he just kept prodding that spot, like it entertained him to do it. The fingers laced between your own constricted their grip even more, and Simon leaned down to kiss you while his cock carved a mind-numbing path. In between kisses, he praised you.

“That’s my girl. She’s likin’ it now, isn’t she?”

“Feel good when my cock hits that spot?”

“Your pussy’s fuckin’ soakin’ me, baby.”

But still, somehow, it just wasn’t quite enough.

Maybe you’d never found that place after all.

This was where most men gave up—after a few good minutes of fucking when their balls had gotten to be as swollen as stones and their bodies were aching for release, more often than not, they’d go off chasing their own high. That was when you usually started rubbing your clit, or waited for your partner to finish so they could get you off with their tongue or something.

You hated to feel like a burden, and you really despised the thought of being the reason your sweet Simon couldn’t get to orgasm. So you squirmed again.

Straining to reach down, to try and touch yourself, you whimpered, “Si, please, it just—it takes me too long—”

“Good thing we’ve got all night,” Simon replied bluntly.

Then, once again, he twisted your bodies like you were as soft and malleable as putty in his hands, and this time, he hitched one of your legs around his hip, high.

With one slow-rolling thrust and an audibly squelching sound, Simon’s cock stretched your hole to maximum capacity, and then a little more. Your juices leaked down his shaft, aiding the slide, and he stabbed in a few shallow strokes. Probing. Testing the waters, as if he were trying to find something hidden inside you.

You sucked in a breath. Simon’s gaze slid to yours.

“Let’s find that precious spot, lovie. Easy, now.”

Gently coaxing your body open, he drove a slow, measured pace. He split your cunt like it was the easiest thing in the world, delving within your wet, velvety heat to tease every contour and crevice of your pussy. His tip leaked precome. His balls glistened in your arousal and landed with the gentlest plap, plap, plaps while he explored your insides with his member.

It really was as simple as that, nothing more and nothing less than poking around. Having patience.

“S-Si,” you stammered, nose wrinkling slightly.

“What’s’at, baby? Got something to tell me?”

Like a teacher, almost, he pressed for more.

Like his cock was showing you something new about your body but he needed your help to tell him just how and where to find it, Simon took care to be kind. He smoothed a hand over the crown of your head and then cradled the back of it, one massive set of fingers splayed out against your skull and engulfing it wholly.

He still held onto your other hand tight.

Your cunt pulsed. Ached. Fluttered around him.

Stuffed to the brim, you had only to feel, and murmur:

“Higher.”

“Higher?”

“Um, to the…to the left.”

Simon tilted his hips left.

Yes.

That was just it. So close.

Almost…

Or, maybe…

“Maybe it just…isn’t there,” you huffed out, deflating. “Know you’re trying so hard, baby, but I think I can’t—”

Then Simon hit the same spot as before, only higher.

Just like you’d told him: to the left, and then…

“Oh, fuck,” you cursed. “Oh, fuckfuckfuck.”

The grin above you stretched even wider.

“There, lovie?” Simon goaded you on.

“Right there.” You nodded furiously.

A wave of pleasure swept through your limbs, from your core down to the soles of your feet. Your toes curled, and you squeaked, feeling Simon’s cock graze that soft, spongy, sensitive place—except he’d pushed in deeper. The sensation made your eyes roll back.

“Little dove doesn’t mind my pokin’ after all, huh?” Simon’s words were a tease, but you heard a strain in them, too. The second you were caught in the throes of real pleasure, your cunt must’ve clamped like a vice.

“Keep…keep pokin’, Si,” you choked out. “I like it.”

Your lover kept at it—poking from the inside.

The routine almost felt like losing your virginity all over again, together. Simon cradled your head, told you how good you were doing, how sweet you were for him, and you whimpered under his hold. Squirmed and clung to him for dear life, then kissed him feverishly.

Simon’s mouth was hard and hungry, his thrusts deep. His cock throbbed within the wet, clenching confines of your pussy, and he seemed to be going wild at the feeling. With the idea that he was driving you wild, too.

You realized as much when he whispered it to you.

“Could lose my bloody mind when you’re like this—” Another sharp, labored breath. Another shudder passing through his body when your insides squeezed. “—so why didn’t you talk? Ask for what you needed?”

Your voice was small. “Didn’t wanna be a bother.”

Your eyes were locked with Simon’s, and in his irises, you caught a shade of concern. It flared, hot as anything, then mixed with disbelief. Disappointment.

“Don’t be angry, Si, I—” you started, hurried.

“‘M’not.” Simon blinked. But he gritted his teeth, and he withdrew his cock until the head was bumping and teasing between your folds, then he shook his head. “It’s those fuckin’ pricks who should be sorry, yeah?”

The ones that you’d been with before.

You wanted to protest, insist that you were at least partly to blame, but you never got the opportunity.

Simon was back inside you in a blink.

Hitting that same spot again, and again, and again.

He grinned, the tic of a muscle in his jaw telling you that he was less amused this time around, but proud.

Vindicated.

“Well. It’s not like they’re ever gettin’ a chance in between these pretty legs again, are they, lovie?”

You nodded in agreement.

You smiled back at him, only to have that gentle curve falter a little when you felt Simon’s thrusts accelerate.

“Only thing that’s gonna touch this spot other’n my cock is my seed, splatterin’ all over your walls, right?”

When he gave a playful nip to your lower lip and squeezed your hand tighter, you knew that he meant it. The man had plunged so deep inside you that his pubic bone was now grinding against your skin, and the rest of him was buried. His balls, all full and warm and heavy with his release, rested firmly in your cleft.

And the steady, measured strokes of his cock landed with near-surgical precision on the G-spot you’d convinced yourself up until tonight didn’t exist.

Simon beamed. You were overcome with ecstasy.

“This it, lovie? This spot right ‘ere?” he cooed.

His cock bobbed against that gummy and indescribably dizzying place, causing your last moan to morph into something more akin to a shriek.

You nodded your head: “Y-Yes. Yes.”

“Feel good when I hit it?”

“Fucking perfect, Si.”

You sighed when the man bottomed out for what felt like the millionth time, and the pleasure never waned. He felt just as good now as he did when he first got in.

“Yeah? Gonna come on my cock then, pretty girl?”

“Yeah. I’m— I’m so close.”

“Go on then, love.”

And, shortly, you did.

Maybe three, four, five more stabs of his cock to your most precious, intimate place and you were unraveling beneath him, stars bursting in your line of vision. It seemed dramatic to say, but that was really what it came to—your mouth hanging open, eyes wide, gaze peering into Simon’s while he fucked you through the most intense orgasm of your life. You clung to him, and your walls spasmed again and again and again, milking the man’s release in the next few seconds. Simon shuddered and grit his teeth as he unloaded a thick, gooey load inside, dousing that spongy, body-numbing spot and then some. The two of you moaned in unison.

Your body was boneless, your head a hazy mess.

It took several seconds for your conscious mind to come back online fully, and when it did, Simon was leaning in again and planting kisses along your face.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured, breath fanning hot across your skin. “My perfect girl. You did so good.”

You smiled and caught his mouth for a proper kiss.

“Thank you,” you murmured against him.

Then Simon squeezed your hand—the one he’d been holding this entire time. He lifted it gently, like he was afraid too rough of a movement might split you in two.

He turned your wrist and kissed the back of your hand, eyes locked on yours and expression soft while he did.