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It’s also not easy when the so-called hero ruins all of your detailed plans. One after another. There is not a day you do not come up with another evil master plan. Only for Captain Sassypants to ruin them again.

Sometimes you got the feeling Captain America chose to be your nemesis. He’s a little too cheerful whenever you have a face-off with the golden boy. Damn that man. Steve getting on your nerves Rogers always tries to talk you into becoming a hero. Or at least not to commit crimes.

Like hell. Captain Rogers may have mopped the floor with you more than once. But you will not give in. Not for him. Not for your family. Not for anything in the world.

He’s strong, you give him that.

Last time he threw you through the wall, bruising more than your ego. Your lower back and ass hurt for over a week. It sucks that villains don’t have health insurance.

You huff as you remember your last encounter with him. He tried to talk you into giving up. Steve Rogers put his hands on his belt, puffed his chest, and gave yet another boring speech about giving up on the dark side.

As if that motherfucker knows anything about you, your past, and the shit you have been through. Villains aren’t born darling; they are made. You had no choice but to turn dark.

“Boss!” you groan as one of your minions, let’s call him Eager Beaver No. 1 (you just don’t have the time to keep up with names) runs into your office. Or rather your fortress of solitude.

Take that, Superman. I just stole your favorite place. What do you want to do? Burn my ass with your eyes. 😐

“What is it? I told you not to disturb me unless the world ends, or you come up with a better plan than burning the Avengers tower down. Arson is my favorite tool to create destruction," you grin. “So, what is it?”

“We got him!” Eager Beaver No. 2 eagerly tells you, much to Eager Beaver No. 1’s dismay. “I captured Captain America!”

You choke on the air. “What?”

“We captured Captain America!”

“Don’t fuck with me,” you grunt. “If you try to be funny, you're not. I got better things to do than listen to your nonsense again, Eager Beaver No. 2. You’ll not get dinner if you lie to me again.”

“Boss, we got him,” entrance Eager Beaver No. 3. “Did the others already tell you? It’s done. Your nemesis is in our hands.”

You watch your minions look at you. Where did you find them again? On a rummage table for useless minions? You swear on all that’s holy to you, they are the worst minions ever.

“Fine. I’m listening.”

“We brought him to the dungeon,” Eager Beaver No. 3 gets his phone out to show you a picture of Steve Rogers restrained on the wall. “See, I sent it to all of your rivals too.”

“Wait-what?” you snatch the phone out of your minion’s hands. “Why is there a 💩shit emoji on Captain America’s face? No one will recognize him, you idiot.”

“Sorry, boss. But you said his hairstyle looks like shit last time,” your minion defends his creative work. “We still got him. Right?”

“How did you even get your hands on him?” you wonder aloud. It can’t be that your minions got hold of Captain America while you failed every time. “Did you use one of my weapons? Maybe the incredible stunner…”

“No. He was distracted. Captain America fought a new villain and—”

You jerk your head toward Eager Beaver No. 1. “He fought a new villain,” you growl. “How dare he! I’m the villain he must fight. Not some wannabe bitch.”

You storm toward the door, huffing as your minions follow you hot on your heels.

 “Boss, I think the villain started this. Captain America just fought back.”

“I don’t care! Captain America is my nemesis. No bitch comes to my town and steals my nemesis. They can get in line or look for someone else. Who do they think they are?”

“They call themselves Minerva or something,” Eager Beaver No. 2 points out. “She wears all gold and uh—her costume is very…nice...and sexy.”

“I don't care," you snap at your minion. “She can run around naked. Captain Sassypants is my nemesis. Period. If anyone kills him, it’s me.”

You take a deep breath to calm your nerves. This is the moment you have been waiting for for so long.

“Boss, do you want us to-“ you jerk your head toward your minion. “Uh-we are going to wait upstairs. Holler if you need us.”

“Sure. Take a day off. You did a good job.”

“Thanks…boss…” your minions run off when you unlock the door to the dungeon.

You put on your biggest grin as you enter the dungeon to watch Captain America sit on the floor. He has his long legs stretched out. He leans his back against the wall as you step toward him.

“Aw, look what the cat dragged into my house,” you crouch down to get a better look at the captain haunting your dreams. "You're hurt.”

You gape at Captain America. His left cheek is bruised, his lips are split, and his neck looks like someone attempted to strangle him. “I thought no human could hurt you like this.”

His silence is unusual as you reach out to touch his forehead. You didn’t even make him bleed during all of your encounters and now there is a cut on his forehead.

“You need to let me go. War is taking place out there. They need me. We can settle our score later,” he coughs. It almost sounds like he’s having trouble breathing properly.

“Who is fucking with our town again, Cappy?” you mutter. “Where is your shield?”

“They broke it,” he says. His voice sounds broken. It’s the first time you hear him so…hopeless. “I never thought someone would be able to do so.”

“Well, lucky you,” you snap your fingers, using your powers to free Steve off the chains holding him to the ground. You offer your hand to him to help Steve up. “I got a brand-new shield for you, Captain.”

“Why?”

When Steve takes your hand, you ask, "Why what?"

“Why are you helping me?” he asks. “You’re my nemesis.”

“I don’t,” you grin. “I will beat that bitch coming to my town to steal my nemesis into a pulp and later, we will settle our score.”

“Of course, we will,” he jumps up, taking you by surprise. “You’re all too eager to get your hands on me again, huh?”

Ah. There he is. Captain Sassypants.

“Let’s find you a new shield and fix the mess you call your face. I’ll send some of my robots to help your friends in the meantime."

“You would make such an excellent hero." You press your index finger to his lips, making him grunt as you are not in the mood for one of his speeches.

“Don’t. I’m a villain for a reason, Captain. As you roughly grip his chin, you say, "I'm neither your friend nor your ally. We will never be on the same side. I just don’t like people coming to my town to claim they are the biggest badass. That’s my job.”

He grins now. “I expect you to try to kill me on Monday, ma’am.”

“Don’t call me ma’am or you won’t make it out of this dungeon alive…”

>> Part 2

You sigh as you check your phone for probably the thousandth time in the last ten minutes. Today is your one year anniversary with Steven, and you're supposed to be meeting him for a romantic indoor picnic at the museum where you met him. His plan was to let you in after he finished closing up the night.

Except he's late. He's never late.

You pull his contact info up and hit the call button, hoping he'll answer. It rings four times before going to voice-mail and that only makes the gnawing feeling in your gut worsen. His car's still here and it's well past the time his shift ended.

Deciding it's been long enough, you walk up the stairs and try the door. It opens and your brows furrow. It should have been locked from the outside over an hour ago. Slipping quietly inside, you adjust your purse on your shoulder and walk into the main exhibit area.

You've been in here before plenty of times, but the atmosphere is much different at night time. It's dark except for the small lights illuminating each of the exhibits and it casts a dim glow around them, their shadows appearing on the walls. It's almost...eerie.

"Steven?" You call. Your heels click on the tile floor as you glance around the room. "Steven, this isn't funny! You were supposed to meet me an hour ago!"

There's a noise in the distance behind you and you whirl around quickly. Fear creeps up your spine and the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

"Steven, if you don't get out here right now I'm leaving!"

"You shouldn't be out here by yourself. It's dangerous."

You jump at the sudden voice behind you and quickly turn to see your boyfriend. Only he isn't smiling that goofy smile you fell in love with, and now that your brain has processed his statement, that's not his voice either.

"Steven? What the fuck is going on? What do you mean it's dangerous?"

He cocks his head and narrows his eyes, "I'm not Steven, and you need to keep your voice down or it might hear you."

You stare up at him, waiting for the part where he tells you he's joking, but it never comes. He's serious and you aren't sure if you're more fed up or scared at this point.

"Fine. If you didn't want to have our date then all you needed to do was say so. I'm not sure what this is," you gesture to him as you start to back away, "but I've had enough. I'm leaving."

You turn and walk back towards the entrance, but as soon as you get back to the lobby a low growl sounds to your right. Slowly turning, you see a monster that reminds you of something from a horror movie.

This can't be happening... this is a dream. You've fallen asleep outside on the museum steps and you're dreaming. There's no other explanation to what you're seeing right now.

Slowly, you begin to back up as it creeps towards you. Its long claws scrape against the floor as it bares its sharp teeth at you. Your back hits the wall and your breathing gets quicker as you realize you've got nowhere to go. You're cornered.

It lunges and you let out a high-pitched scream as you press yourself as far into the wall as you can. It all happens in a matter of seconds. The swish of a cape, the snarling of the beast, and the searing pain of one of its claws slicing your arm.

"Ah! Oh, my god! What the fuck?!"

"Get to the bathroom right now and barricade yourself in. Don't open the door for anyone but me, do you understand?"

You don't even answer him as you bolt for the back of the room. Even though your heels make it difficult to run, you manage to get inside and slam the door shut. Taking a second to catch your breath, you grab the bench and prop it up against the door before backing up against the far wall.

Your arm is cut, your hands are shaking, and you're not sure when you started crying. Carefully, you clean your wound and manage to stop the bleeding. It's then that you notice how quiet it is. There's no sound of a struggle or the deep growls of whatever the fuck that thing was, and you can only pray that it's gone.

The sound of the door handle jiggling startles you, and your heart begins to race again. Reaching into your purse, you pull out your handgun and cock it before pointing it at the door.

"It's me, let me in."

There's that voice again...

Steven doesn't have an American accent. His voice is soft and kind, not rough and deep.

"Yeah, no, I'm good thanks. You can leave and I'll see myself out once you're gone."

You hear him sigh.

"Listen, I know you're scared, but I need to look at your arm."

You're silent as you contemplate your options. He looks like your boyfriend, and he did save you, so maybe you should hear him out.

You keep your gun aimed true as you move the bench back to where it was before stepping back.

"Fine, but don't even think about trying anything funny."

You move back against the far wall again as he opens the door. Your hands shake as you keep your gun pointed at him, your cheeks still wet from crying.

"That's far enough. Don't come any closer!"

He puts his hands up, looking between you and the barrel as he inches towards you.

"There's no need for that, Y/N. The threats gone now. I won't hurt you."

Your heart begins to race faster, "h-how do you know my name?!"

Even though the person standing before you looks like your boyfriend, he's literally the exact opposite of how Steven would act. And now that you've witnessed that terrifying monsters can exist, you're not entirely convinced that this man isn't some form of demon or doppelganger.

He stops, closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opens them again they're those soft, loving eyes you fell in love with just over a year ago.

"Y/N, please...I promise I'll explain, but you need to let Marc look at your arm. I'm so sorry this happened on our anniversary. God, I feel just awful."

The grip on your gun loosens, but you don't lower it, "Steven? Baby, please just talk to me now. What's going on? Who did this to you?"

He gives you a sympathetic look before tensing back up, his eyes squeezing shut. When they open back up, Marc has taken over again, his stare hard and determined.

"Come on, Y/N. Cooperate with me here. I'm not going to hurt you, but I have to look at your arm."

"I-I don't..." Your voice shakes as you try to make everything make logical sense.

"Dammit, would you just listen?! Put. The. Weapon. Down."

The seriousness in his tone makes you wince, but you let the gun fall to the floor anyway. He steps forward, kicking it to the side as he slowly approaches you as if you're a wounded animal.

"I'm going to touch you now."

His words held no sexual intention behind them, so why did they make you squeeze your thighs together?

He's careful as he extends your arm. His calloused fingertips graze your skin as he inspects where the jackal-like creature attacked you. Finally, his eyes gaze into your own, but his hands stay where they are.

"Good. It's not too deep, and the bleeding stopped. It'll scar, but you won't need stitches."

The tension crackles between the two of you like static electricity, the negligent space separating you seeming to get smaller by the second. Any response you had is forgotten as your lips part and your eyes flit down to his mouth.

"Let me kiss it better." His voice is husky as he presses you gently against the wall, one hand still on your injured arm while the other rests on your cheek.

You want him to. God, did you want him to close the distance and kiss you, but the rational part of your brain keeps you grounded. Your tongue comes out to wet your lips anyway though, and the hitch in your voice proves Marc is having an effect on you.

"Marc, I... I'm with Steven..."

"We're one and the same, sweetheart. Though we have different personalities, we share the same body."

He moves himself against you, and you can feel the outline of his cock against your lower belly.

"And not to mention, Steven's had this beautiful body all to himself. Won't you share, baby? I know what you crave," his thumb brushes across your bottom lip, "I know what you need. Let me give it to you, Y/N."

"Let me talk to Steven." Your voice is breathy, and even though Marc has a point, you still wouldn't feel right about it without at least talking to the man you've loved for so long.

Reluctantly, Marc drops his hands to his sides and closes his eyes. When they open again, they look relieved.

"Oh, Y/N! Oh, my sweetheart..."

He wraps his arms around you and pulls you against him, his face buried in the juncture of where your shoulder meets your neck. His accent comforts you like a blanket, but even if it wasn't there, you knew by the softness radiating off of him that this was Steven. Your hands tangled in his hair as he kisses your cheek.

"I'm so glad you're okay. I was so worried something had happened, that the monster or Marc had done something and..."

He stops, noticing your hesitation, and pulls back to look into your eyes, "What is it? He's said something to you, hasn't he?"

You sigh and hold his hands in yours, looking down at them briefly before wetting your lips.

"This is where I saw you for the first time." You thoughtfully recall the day you two first met. Steven's personality and love of ancient artifacts are what drew you to him. Like a moth to a flame, you were instantly captivated by him, and from there your love blossomed into what it is today.

He tilts his head to side slightly as his brows furrow in worry.

"Darling, whatever he's told you l-"

"He wants you to share me."

His eyes go wide, "Oh."

You play with his fingers, a nervous habit of yours.

"I asked him to let me talk to you."

Steven stays silent for a moment, letting the words sink in. He didn't even have the idea on his radar that his other personality would want you, but then he shook the thought away as quickly as it came because why wouldn't Marc want you?

His sweet, brilliant girl who has the prettiest eyes and the most contagious laugh. The brave woman who would move mountains to protect any living being in trouble, and not to mention how gorgeous you are to him.

He knows you have fantasies. Ones that he's not comfortable enough to fulfill, but maybe...maybe Marc could, and that's his deciding factor. He's always wanted to give you everything you wanted, and if this is something you want, then he won't stop you.

"Y/N, look at me, sweetheart."

You bite your lip, glancing into his eyes to try and guess what he's thinking.

His hand cups your cheek gently, "do you want this? Do you want Marc?"

You shake your head, "not at the risk of losing you. I love you, Steven."

He leans in and kisses your lips softly, bumping his nose against yours lovingly.

"And I love you, but I also know that there are things you want that I can't give you. You're not going to lose me, okay? Think of Marc as another side of me that you can spend time with from time to time."

Before you can make sure he's absolutely certain about this, he steps back and closes his eyes again, only this time something new happens. Grey and off-white surround his body and when he opens his eyes they're a brilliant white.

You gasp and slowly back up until you hit the wall, "S-Steven? Steven?!"

"Don't be afraid, Y/N. I won't hurt you."

Your heart pounds in your chest as you hear Marc's voice again. Your eyes trail over the suit he's wearing. It reminds you of Egyptian clothing and the crescent moon emblem makes you want to reach out and touch it.

"Marc?" you whisper as he slowly closes the distance between the two of you again.

"I want you to see all of me. This is who I am. Moon Knight is a part of Steven and I too."

You reach out to tentatively touch his chest just as his gloved hand slides up your inner thigh. His fingertips brush against your panties making you gasp.

"I meant what I said before, Y/N. I know what you crave. Everything that you tell Steven, I hear too, and I can give you what you want."

He taps his fingers against your panty-covered clit lightly, and you can't help the moan that falls past your lips. "What if someone hears us?"

He chuckles, "baby, it's nearly midnight. We're the only ones here."

The last of your resolve disappears when the suit's mask dissolves away revealing his face. You kiss him fiercely and he lets out a low growl as he pulls your panties to the side.

"You're soaked, princess," he mumbles against your lips before pinning your hands above your head with his free hand. "Gotta keep you still."

You whine at his authoritative tone, but before you're able to say anything, he plunges two fingers inside of you.

"O-Oh, fuck!"

"Yeah? You want another one, Y/N? Think you can take three?"

Your eyes roll back in pleasure as you nod and another moan is ripped from you as he pushes a third finger alongside the other two, pumping them fast.

"You're close already, I can feel it. My pretty, little Moonbeam's gonna cum isn't she?"

"Oh, god! Marc, I-I'm-"

He kisses you hard right as your orgasm crashes through you, swallowing your moans.

"Good girl, baby. Can't wait to feel this tight, little cunt around my cock."

Marc pulls away and you sag against the wall, panting softly. Never in your life have you cum that hard before, or that quickly. The soft fabric of his gloves felt insanely good, and you found yourself wanting to feel them again.

"Please...," you beg, and he silences you with another kiss before picking you up and holding you against the wall. Your legs wrap around his waist as he frees his cock from the confines of his suit.

"Mine," he growls as he pushes himself inside you to the hilt. Both of you groan in unison as he holds you up with ease.

Marc fucks you hard, his thick cock stretching you as his hand still holds your wrists above your head.

"Fuck, you feel incredible...My precious Moonbeam was made just for me. Weren't you, baby?"

"Yes! Oh, Marc...please don't stop, please!"

A groan rumbles in his chest, low and primal, as he sucks love bites into your neck.

"Gotta make sure everyone knows who you belong to. Gonna litter your pretty skin with marks, baby girl."

You clench around him, feeling the familiar heat pooling low in your belly. The way he's talking to you, his confidence and possessiveness, and the way his cock hits your spot on every pass makes your head spin. You know you won't last like this, and the moment Marc reaches in between your bodies to rub tight, fast circles on your clit, you feel yourself teetering on the edge of bliss.

"That's right, Moonbeam. Cum. Cum all over my dick. Fuck, I can feel you squeezin' me. Come on, baby girl, let go for me."

His words send you falling over the edge, your lips moving against his with little finesse as you pant wetly against them. Marc grunts as his orgasm follows yours, thick ropes of his cum filling you.

The two of you stay like that for a moment before he sets you down on shaky legs. You fix your clothes and once Marc is finished getting dressed you smile softly at him as you lean in to kiss him again.

Just before your lips touch, the lights start to flicker and the walls begin to shake making you cling tightly to him.

"Marc! What's going on?! What's-"

"So, this is who you've chosen to distract yourself with, Spector." A deep, booming voice echoes throughout the room, but you don't see anything.

"Who said that?!" You bury your face in his chest, terrified something else might try to kill you today.

The shaking stops and Marc pulls you slightly back so he can look at you.

"Wait, you can hear him too?! Are you an avatar?"

"An avatar? Marc, what are you ta-" Suddenly, your eyes go wide as an enormous being appears in the doorway. It has to be at least eight feet tall, a bird skull is where its head should be, and it's holding a staff with what appears to be a crescent moon at the top.

You scream and look around for your gun, but Marc stops you.

"Whoa, hey, hey, it's alright. He's with me, Y/N. He's with us."

He turns around and positions himself in front of you anyway though, a deep scowl etched on his face, "What do you want, Khonshu?"

"You think because you helped me with one thing that I'm done with you? Don't forget who saved you, Marc. You're still indebted to me."

"We had a deal!", Marc growls.

"I'm aware, but we've still got work to do," Khonshu tilts his head so he can look at you, "and she's going to help us."

Your eyes widen, "me?! But I-"

"No! Absolutely not," Marc cuts you off as he steps towards him, "I'll help you, but she stays out of it. Don't involve her in this."

Khonshu chuckles deeply, "She doesn't have a choice."

"Like hell, she doesn't!"

"What do you mean, I don't have a choice?" You ask before stepping out from behind Marc. "What's going on?"

The bird-like being looks down at you, and you try not to be intimidated by how daunting he is.

"Do you have knowledge of Ammit?"

"Ammit? The devourer of souls?" You whisper. "But that's just a...a myth...right?

"Ah, it seems you're more competent than I thought. Good, you'll be of use quicker than I'd imagined."

Marc's voice cuts into your conversation before you can ask more questions, and you don't miss the hint of dread in it.

"Harrow's back, isn't he?"

Khonshu nods. "Yes, and he intends to unleash Ammit on the world." He pauses before pointing his staff towards you.

She glared at him, shaking her head as he chuckled, leaning in to plant kisses along her neck. Her eyes squeezed shut as his teeth scraped against the skin, a pleasured hiss escaping her as the bite was gentle but had enough of a sting to drive her crazy. His mouth drifted down to her breasts, exposed to him as he had already unbuttoned her shirt and moved the cups of her bra aside. She gasped as his lips closed over her right nipple, her arms draped around his broad shoulders pulling him closer.

“How much time do we have?” she asked, breathlessly.

“Five…” he muttered, as his tongue roamed over her flesh, “maybe six minutes if you’d stop talkin’.”

He groaned as her hand gripped his short hair tight, pulling his head back and making him look up at her. His green orbs locked with hers as they darkened with lust, and she knew she was in for it now. But that’s exactly what she wanted.

He reached back and flicked her hand away, his hips rutting against her, allowing her to feel how hard she made him. He kissed her roughly, his hand moving down between them and taking hold of his shaft, lining himself to her entrance.

In one swift motion, he sank deep into her, her jaw dropping at the feel of him, her walls sheathing him completely. He wasted no time considering they didn’t have any to spare, his pace rough and fast, his lips matching the ferocity of his thrusts as he continued the kiss. He pulled away for a brief moment, catching his breath as he gazed at her, smirking at the pure, erotic haze in her eyes. She moaned loudly, causing him to slap a hand over her mouth, not wanting to alert any of their colleagues about what they were doing in the archives room. They had been secretly hooking up for weeks, and while they felt more for each other, they still weren’t telling anyone any time soon.

“You gotta be quiet, sweetheart,” he husked, his hand slipping into her hair, pulling her head back just as she had done to him, “don’t need anyone walkin’ in on us.”

“Fuck,” she whimpered, completely lost in the moment as she pressed her lips together.

Her hands gripped his shoulders as his hips slapped against her thighs, his own hands squeezing the soft skin. He thrust deeper into her, their lips locked in a frantic, needy kiss. He pounded into her, her head bumping into the wall behind her, repeatedly, but she didn’t care. All she could do was relish in the way he was ravishing her.

She cupped his face, her lips hard against his as she felt herself getting closer to the edge. Her eyes closed tightly as her mouth hung open in a low cry, his plump mouth leaving marks that would show up the next day, along her neck and collarbone. Her nails scraped against her scalp as she tugged his hair, their foreheads pressed together, their breath fanning against each other’s lips as he grunted, the sound almost carnal as he knew he was close too.

He slammed into her, his cock hitting that sweet spot insider her with every thrust, making her forget once more where she was as she cried out in bliss. His mouth closed over hers, their lips fused together as her walls clenched around his shaft, both of them struggling to breath. His hips slapped against her in a few more sharp thrusts, a long, shrieking moan from her muffled by his lips as she came hard on his cock. He followed soon after, his seed coating her walls as he groaned low in his throat.

“Oh my God,” she breathed, her chest heaving as she tried to calm down.

“I think we gotta move,” he mumbled, reluctantly lowering her to her heeled feet.

They made themselves presentable again, her legs shaky from the romp as she walked out ahead of him, her heels clacking against the marble floors. She made sure she was covered up by her blouse before she sat down in the meeting, her friend and co-worker Charlie, rolling her chair closer to her.

“Where the hell were you?” she asked, confused by Y/N’s almost late arrival. “I tried calling.”

“A lot of slow walkers, sorry,” Y/N apologized, her eyes dropping down to the folder in front of her.

She glanced to the side quickly as she heard the chair next to her shift, their gazes locked for a second before they both turned their attention towards their boss. Neither of them looked at each other during the meeting unless they had to, a mischievous smile pulling at her lips as her foot slid up his leg under the table.

They might have been desperate to acknowledge their relationship in public, but their little secret definitely had its perks.

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Ohh, you got it in you

Ohh, you got in you - Got It In You (Acoustic) by BANNERS

It's hard being a single mother.

No, scratch that, it's hard being a homeless and jobless single mother with a sickly son. Living out of hotels, barely able to afford diapers and formula; let alone pay the medical bills to get her son the proper care he needs.

Nope, 2023 hasn't been Darcy's year...and 2024 isn't looking to be any brighter.

But it might not be all too bad, when she happens upon the cab driver, Steve Rogers, who was there to hold her hand through the birth of her son, on the way to her job interview.

Or when she lands the job helping out a local florist shop and its owner, James Barnes.

Boy, are things definitely starting to look up, when a grumpy but sweet farmer, Bruce Banner decides he wants to take her and her son off the street and into his home.