#honeyhan

Something that felt like guilt flooded your system as you hastily drank some of the water. ‘I’m so sorry Cap, I just can’t help it. It happens every time.’ 

‘Trust me, I know Doll, but there’s no need to stress we’ll be in and out real quick.’ Feeling slightly reassured by his words and accompanying smile he flashed in your direction,  you just focussed on drinking some more to help put you at ease as you watched the little red dot get closer and closer on the map, nearing your destination.

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Steve landed the quinjet in a nearby clearing, just under a mile out from the building you were meant to search. Apparently someone had tried to hack into the Avengers computer files that morning from this place. Grabbing your gear you disembarked, switching on the heat sensor as you started trekking towards the building. 

‘Are you sure Tony said the source was coming from here?’ You asked Steve as you approached the worn down pillars where a gate would have once stood, the heat sensor in your hand still not showing anything. 

You thought it was kind of odd that Tony didn’t say anything directly to you, seeing as you had spent the morning cocooned in each other, but you just shrugged the thought away,  it had probably happened after he had left for Washington. 

‘Yeah he definitely said it was here. I know it doesn’t look like much but keep your guard up.’ Steve confirmed, passing through the gate and up the short driveway only pausing briefly to check that you were still with him before kicking the door open. 

Just like you had expected it was empty, not a soul in sight as you cleared floor after floor with Steve covering your six. You only stopped moving when you had reached the top floor which seemed to be some kind of bedroom.  

‘According to this the source came from here, have a look around, see if they left anything.’ You nodded, following Steve’s orders as he headed to the other side of the room searching for something. 

Sweat had started dripping down your forehead, your face was flushed as you made your way towards the adjacent bathroom. Whoever had been here before had clearly cranked the heat up, far too high. 

There was still no evidence that anyone else had even been there, and as you walked back to the bedroom to tell Steve you thought the mission was a bust, you found him sitting on the bedspread, unstrapping his shield from his large bicep before taking out his earpiece. 

‘Uh Cap, what are you doing? Shouldn’t we be focussing on the mission?’ You remained motionless in the doorway of the bathroom as he raised himself to his full height, his large, perfect body coming closer and closer to you with every stride. 

‘How are you feeling Doll?’ He asked, ignoring your confusion as he came within arm distance. ‘Not too hot?’ 

‘Well, I mean I feel a bit hot but I’m pretty sure it’s just nerves. Something about this doesn’t feel right though, I mean it’s obvious no one has been here for at least a week. I think we should leave.’

He let out a laugh at your reply, shaking his head. ‘But we can’t leave yet Doll, not when the fun is just about to start.’ The sinister look in Steve’s eyes held you fixed in place, terror slowly suffocating you. Something was definitely not right.

‘Steve what do you mean? What’s going on?’ 

He just smiled mockingly at you as you tried to pull your arm out of his unyielding grip. ‘Do you know how long this took to set up?’ He asked, running a hand through his golden locks.  Finding that stuff isn’t exactly easy you know? Most of it was incinerated when we raided all those Hydra bases last year but I finally got my hands on a small little sample. Had to call in a lot of favours but at last, here we are.’ 

You had no idea what on earth he was talking about but you were starting to become genuinely concerned about what was going on. 

‘Do you know how long I’ve wanted you for? How often I’ve thought about fucking your sweet wet cunt as I came in my hand. Even while I was with other women it was always you. You invaded my mind took a hold of me and I tried waiting, being a good guy, hoping that you would eventually notice how much better I am for you than he is. But you never fucking did and I’m done being patient.’ 

As Steve spoke you could feel yourself really starting to panic now, on the verge of hyperventilating as your skin continued to heat up, pain erupting in your abdomen. 

‘What are you doing Steve? What have you done to me?’ You managed to rasp out between deep breaths, the room swimming behind your eyes. 

Steve just laughed at your fear, stepping even closer as he wrapped an arm you. ‘I see it’s already starting to take effect. Come here and I’ll help you deal with the pain.’ 

You knew that you shouldn't but feeling his arm around you had alleviated some of the agnony so you stepped even closer, pushing you front against him. A moan escaped your lips as the relief came just from being so close to him but you wanted more. You wanted him, you thought with a start as you realised just how damp your panties were becoming underneath your combat suit. 

‘You want me don’t you? Don’t bother trying to deny it, I can smell it on you.’ Shame filled you as you knew he was telling the truth, what with his super senses there was no way he couldn’t smell the traces of your liquid arousal. 

But still you resisted, trying to twist out of his embrace, thinking of Tony, the love of your life. ‘No, Steve, we can’t. It’s not right.’ 

He paid your refusal no attention as his steel grip tightened even further, his fingers bruising your hips even through the padding of your combat suit. ‘Oh Sweetheart, it’ll be so much easier if you just stop resisting and accept it. This is going to happen whether or not you admit you want it.’ 

With that he started pulling the zip at your back down, forcing your arms out of the material until it was pooled at your waist, exposing the bra you wore underneath. It wasn’t anything special, just a basic black sports bra yet the way Steve was devouring it only added to the ache between your thighs as he pulled it up, over your head and pushed your suit down, stooping to free you from your boots. 

He paused, stepping back to observe you, standing in front of him, more perfect than he could ever have imagined. He could really smell your arousal now with just the scrap of lace covering your heat as he watched your pert nipples moving slightly as you breathed deeply. He wanted this image in his mind for all eternity, you desperate, yearning for him, for the relief only he could give you. Waiting had been worth it. 

Steve wasted no time in freeing himself from his restricting uniform as you stood there, your need clear in your eyes as you caught sight of his perfect chest and the sharp v that lead down to his little happy tail. You knew it was wrong, that you had a boyfriend but the voice telling you to lick that trail of hair was far too overpowering. You needed him. You needed him now.

Once he was out of his uniform he was on you, touching, feeling, kissing, every inch of skin that he could. His mouth met yours, teeth clashing in his desperation to taste you, shoving his tongue inside your lips as he lead you back towards the bed, shedding his boxers in the process and ripping the lace covering your modesty. 

You back bounced against the soft pillows at he threw you down, climbing on top of you as a hunter does their prey. Hip lips met your skin again, starting down at your ankles, making a tantalizing slow ascent up your leg as you writhed underneath him, pure unadulterated want flowing through your veins. 

When he finally reached his destination, your pussy was sopping with your juices, shining even in the dim light of the bedroom. ‘Steve please… I need you.’ You tangled your fingers in his hair, trying to push him down on your cunt but he pulled away, far stronger than you and smacking your inner thigh. 

‘Oh no Sweetheart, you don’t get to make the demands around here. And you will call me Captain.’ You clenched at the authoritative tone he used and he gave you no warning before pushing a finger in your tight wet heat while his mouth descended again, attaching itself to your clit. 

His fingers curled inside of you, providing some relief from the ache you had been feeling but not enough as he searched for your g-spot while his tongue flicked over your clit mercilessly. You wanted him, his cock buried inside of you. 

When you let out an inhumane moan he knew he had found it and being the perfect marksman, hit it with every thrust of his fingers, driving you closer and closer to the edge. ‘Captain, yes! Right there. Oh God Captain.’ You were a mewling mess as he pleased you, finally coming apart with one last flick of his tongue. 

He finished lapping up your juices and sat up on his haunches, teasingly raising his fingers up to his mouth, sucking on them as he watched you, coming down from your high. ‘Oh sweetheart, you’re just too tasty. I could eat you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. My god, how Tony ever leaves your side I have no fucking idea. When you’re mine I’m going to chain you to my bed.’ 

He lent back down, his lips covering yours and you could taste the slight remnants of yourself on his lips. You felt him prod at your entrance as you raised your hips, coating him in your slik as he moaned above you before thrusting into you feeling a little resistance despite your desperation. He was much larger than Tony and oh god did it feel good.

He started thrusting, not quite giving you enough time to adjust but you liked the pain it caused. It grounded you, telling you that this was real and as wrong as you knew it was, it just felt so right. 

Once again finding your sweet spot, Steve started picking up his pace, his skin slapping yours as he delved deeper and deeper into you. ‘You feel so good, so tight baby, the way you take my cock; god it feels so good.’ 

He fucked you relentlessly into the mattress as your hands ran down his back, fingernails leaving little red scars as you clung to him, pulling his body closer chasing the new sensation building within yourself. 

The speed and strength at which he snapped his hips into yours had you turning into a mewling mess as he continued growling in your ear all the dirty things he wanted to do to you. 

‘Come on baby. I know your close, cum for your Captain.’ 

The friction of his pelvis against your clit had you coming undone underneath him, fingernails drawing blood as your cried out. ‘Captain yes oh god yes.’ 

Not even bothering to give you time to calm down, he pulled and flipped you around, forcing you onto your hands and knees as he rentered you, getting even deeper in this new position. His hands gripped your already bruising hips as he pummeled into you, abusing your hole as he saw fit. 

One hand escaped and trailed around your stomach to your clit, rubbing your over sensitive bundle of nerves with his fingers. ‘Tell me Sweetheart, does he fuck you like this? Does he know how badly you need to be controlled? How you crave it?’ 

You knew that you would be betraying Tony if you said no but it was the truth. He never fucked you like this, with such pure passion. You two always made love which was nice but sometimes you needed to be treated like a dirty little slut and Steve was showing you just how well he knew the real you, the version you kept hidden from everyone.

You felt his hand smack your ass, pushing you forward, your face shoved into the pillows. ‘You will answer when your Captain asks you a question.’ 

Shaking your head in a frenzy you replied that Tony didn’t, he never touched you like this. 

Steve was clearly happy at your confirmation and continued toying with your clit, pulling you closer and closer to the edge, his hips slightly stuttering and you knew he was as close as you were. 

As if sensing your impending release, he smacked you again, ‘you can’t cum. Not yet.’ 

A whimper fell through your lips at his denial of your pleasure, the wave slowly rising in you as you tried to hold back, tried to be a good girl, but it was becoming increasingly harder as he continued pumping into you, his fingers matching the pace his hips set. 

‘Please Captain, I n-need to cum. Please!’ You practically screamed as he shoved you down, lying you flat, the silk sheets replacing his hand at your clit. 

‘Okay baby, now. Cum now.’ His tone alone could have had you cumming and you could faintly feel his own release coating your insides as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through you. 

Remaining inside you, he gently rolled you over on your side, his arms wrapping around you, squeezing the buds of your nipples and you could feel as he started to get hard again. His tongue licked a path from your shoulder to the base of your ear, tasting the sweat that covered your skin, a sound of contentment escaping his lips. 

‘You’re my dirty little girl aren’t you?’

He didn’t even need to prompt you for a response as the words tumbled out of your mouth before you could stop them. 

Your mouth dropped open as you took in the state he was in, he had clearly just come back from a mission, still in uniform and with a few cuts and bruises, yet still he smiled at you. You weren’t sure why but for some reason being alone with him always made you antsy, especially when he came to see you after missions.

‘Hey Doc, do you think you could stick around a little to patch me up?’ He sat down on one of the benches peering up at you expectantly with eyes that shone like crystals. You knew there was no legitimate reason as to why you should refuse but something the time felt off.

You smiled, ignoring the sinking feeling in your stomach and grabbed some plastic gloves. ‘Sure thing Cap, this might sting a little.’ You warned him as you poured some antiseptic onto a cotton ball and started dabbing at the cut on his forehead.

Steve didn’t even wince as he felt his cuts being bandaged as you silently worked in front of him, nearly standing right between his legs. For once he was glad for the extra protection over the crotch in his suit, it hid his raging hard on. Having you so close, being able to breathe in your scent, it drove him into a frenzy. He had been watching you for some time now, maybe six months, since the first time he came in. It was a similar night to this one, Dr Banner had already left and he was in need of some medical assistance. It was the first time he really noticed the way your lab coat hugged your perfect form in all the right ways. That was the first night of many that as he had lain in bed he had imagined it was your hand wrapped around him, pumping him, bringing him to the edge, over and over again.

Sitting in front of you now his hands twitched, itching to tear your pretty little scrubs from your body and play with what was his, because in his mind that was what you were. His. You had been since that first night, although you may not have been aware of it.

Your fingers gripped his arm as you finished applying the last bandage and you took a step backwards, still within reach. ‘There we go Cap, good as new.’ You smiled, eyes meeting his dilated pupils as he watched you.

You expected him to stand up, say thanks and leave like all the other times but he didn’t. He just continued sitting there, staring at you and his ran a hand through his golden hair, his other reaching out the small distance to wrap around your waist. He seemed conflicted about something but you weren’t sure what.

‘You know Y/N, I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time, and I’m struggling to see why I should keep telling myself no.’

Fear coursed through your veins and you tried to twist away from him, all pretences of calmness slipping from you face. ‘What do you mean Steve? Do what? We can talk about it if you want.’ Although you didn’t want to believe it you had a sinking feeling about what he wanted to do.

A chuckle escaped his plump pink lips, ‘oh Doll, I’m passed talking. I’m just going to take.’ And with that his lips descended onto yours, his dominance forcing your mouth open and his tongue attacked yours, tasting every crevice of your mouth. His strong hands groped your ass, pushing you further into him as he swapped your positions so that he was now in between your legs which he forced open as you sat on the cool glass of the benchtop.

Your tried to push him away but it was like pushing a block of marble. He just kept coming at you, shrugging you out of your lab coat, and briefly breaking the kiss to get your shirt off. 

You gasped for air as his hands slipped around to unhook your bra and you continued to try and push him away. ‘Steve stop, please.’ Your begging sounded pitiful as his mouth assaulted your neck, sucking and biting and as much as you tried, you couldn’t stop the moan rising in your throat as he fondled your breasts with both hands, rubbing the pad of his thumbs over your pert nipples.

‘But Doll, look at how responsive you are to me.’ Shame filled you as you realised just how true his words were, but still you tried to fend him off, this was not what you wanted. ‘C’mon Doll, don’t be a bitch.’ His mouth descended down to join his hands, his hot tongue flicking over your sensitive nipple, causing you to cry out. But still, you tried to push him away, shielding yourself. 

‘Steve no!’ you tried to reach behind you for where he had discarded your shirt when he captured both your wrists in one of his and held them behind your back. When you managed to look up into his once crystal blue eyes, they were nearly black filled with anger at being refused something he had wanted for so long.

He gave you a gut wrenching smile as he stepped away from you a miniscule amount. ‘I tried to be gentle, to make this enjoyable for you but since you insist of behaving like such a brat, maybe I’ll treat you like one.’ You barely had time to process his menacing words before he flipped you over, pressing your chest down on the cool bench, tearing your scrubs and panties away, not caring for the delicate white lace.

Your hands were still held behind your back by one of his as you heard the fumbling of a belt buckle and the shift of material. He pressed himself against you and although you couldn’t see him, you knew he was hard and huge. His fingers crawled around your hips, itching closer to your mound as he knees pushed your legs further apart. 

Shame filled you again as his fingers entered you, facing a warm, wet, welcome. ‘Such a good girl, so wet for me aren’t you?’ He continued to slowly pump into you, his thumb circling your clit. ‘C’mon Doll, I wanna hear you, let me hear you cry out from how good I am.’ He started moving his fingers faster and you could no longer control the sounds coming out of your mouth as a tingling started, deep in your stomach. 

Almost as if he could sense how close you were he started moving his fingers even faster, flicking your clit as you writhed uncontrollably under him, bucking into his hand, feeling the material of his uniform rub against you in all the right ways. You came apart on his fingers with a shout and you felt as they left you heat. You could hear him sucking on them as he moaned.

‘Oh Doll, you’re so sweet, it’s so enticing. Here, taste yourself.’ He shoved his fingers against your lips and you had no choice but to open your mouth and let his fingers in. Although he had licked away most your juices, there was still a remnant of yourself on him as you licked his fingers, sucking on them as you would on a cock. ‘Somebody’s a greedy little thing. But don’t worry, I’ve got much more for you.’

With that he took his hand back and started to guide himself into you. You squeaked from the stretch, the unfamiliar thickness of him. You were expecting him to bottom out soon but he kept on pushing until you thought you were being torn in two when he finally let out a moan, his pelvis pressed against your ass. ‘Such a tight pussy. Fuck, you’re better than I imagined.’ You couldn’t help your body’s response to his words but you were sure he could feel it, the tightening around him. ‘Such a dirty girl aren’t you? You like to think of me fucking my hand as I imagined you? Your mouth, your pussy, your ass.’ He extenuated his words by delivering a hard slap to your ass cheek as he started thrusting into you, releasing his grip on your hands to steady himself as he continued punishing your ass with his hand.

You could feel the familiar build begin again in your stomach as he fastened his pace, thrusting into you with undeniable force, forcing the benchtop to move slightly. One hand slipped round to rub your over sensitive clit while his other wrapped itself in your hair, arching your back as he pounded into you showing no remorse.

‘C’mon baby, cum for me, I know you want to. Pulse around my cock, milk me dry. Be a good girl for your Captain.’ You let out an animalistic noise as you came, following his orders and felt him follow shortly after, emptying himself inside of you. He stayed that way for a little while after, just holding you to his clothed chest, rubbing his hands all over your exposed body, whispering sweet nothings in your ear about how tight you were, such a good girl for you captain. The material of his uniform felt scratchy against your back as he slipped out of you, turning you around and forcing you to your knees.

‘Look at the mess you made, now be a good girl and clean it up.’ 

His eyes barely strayed from the device as he washed her dishes, scrubbing the plates for far too long in his distracted state. He longed to be back down stairs, back with her, but he knew she wasn’t ready for him yet. He nearly tripped going up the stairs that lead to his bedroom. She had disappeared into the bathroom, the screen instantly flicking over to the camera in there, tracking her movements. 

He paused at she shed the pale blue nightgown he had dressed her in, revealing her body to him again. It had taken all of his self restraint not to touch her while she was unconscious but now seeing her body in front of him, the way the body wash lathered on her supple skin, the way her chest pushed forward when she raised her hands to wash the shampoo out of hair. 

His cock ached as he sat on his bed, begging to be touched. He is about one hand down his body, doing his belt and jeans to free his crying length. He couldn't remember how many times in the past five years hit come by himself – or with others – wishing it was her. As his hand moved in a rapid pace, his eyes were still fixated on her naked body. Soon it would be her hand in place of his. He just had to get her used to her new life first and he had to do it fast. He didn't know how long he will be able to hold off. The force of his orgasm knocked the breath out of him as he came, shooting hot spurts into his fist, his eyes closing in bliss. 

If just the thought of her could do this to him, he wondered just how amazing it would be when he finally had her. He fell asleep finally, hours later, a smile on his face and her image superimposed onto the back of his eyelids. She needed to get used to her new life soon.

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Even though you have laid in bed for hours, staring up at the ceiling, sleep refused to come. Occasionally you found yourself drifting off but you are never able to stay asleep for longer than a few minutes, despite the seat calling of your eyelids. 

You weren’t surprised when you saw the sky outside start to lighten, dawn breaking, signifying a new day. You promised yourself today you would try. Try to get away from this madman. After what felt like another hour had passed, you had no way of knowing for certain, you heard the click of the lock. He was back.

Like last night, he came in carrying a tray, locking the door behind him before he placed it on the dining table and take a seat. You noticed how nicely he was dressed, wearing a shirt with a tie and you could only hope he was going out today, leaving you here so you could try to escape. He looked over at you then. His eyes expectant.

‘Well? Aren't you going to come over and eat your breakfast?’

You didn't listen to him. Instead he turned to face the opposite wall, your back to him, pulling the covers up even further, tucking them just underneath your chin. You heard his sigh, the clink of his cutlery against his plate. ‘Last night, you promised you were going to be a good girl. Good girls do what they're told when they're told. Are you going to break your promise so soon?’

You knew you were probably making a mistake that you would end up regretting but the idea of having to sit opposite this man who had clearly lost his mind was appalling to you. Plus, you weren’t even sure if you'll be able to eat anything. Your stomach had been in knots all night long.

After a few moments of tense silence as he waited for you to change your mind, you heard his sigh again. The harsh scrape of his chair against the floorboards and his thundering footsteps as he made his way towards you, pausing at the opposite side of the bed.

‘I am going to give you five seconds to get your ungrateful bratty ass out of bed. If you're not kneeling in front of me, begging for my forgiveness by the time I reach zero, you are going to be incredibly sorry. Five. Four.’

You could tell he was being serious just by his tone, but you refused to move a muscle. ‘Three.’ Fear started crawling through your veins as you remember just how easily he overpowered you last night. ‘Two.’ Maybe you were being a stubborn idiot. What was he going to do you? ‘One.’ You squeezed your eyes shut, your fists clenching the sheets as tightly as they could in trepidation of what was to come. 

He never said zero, he simply bent down and ripped the sheets from your hands with such force that they came free from the bed, tossing them on the floor nearby. ‘I thought you said you are going to be a good girl?’ You could hear the disappointment in his voice, your eyes squeezed so tightly shut that you started to see patterns behind your eyelids as he grabbed you, forcing you onto your stomach.

‘You know, I'm really not that surprised. An ungrateful brat like you. Of course you're going to break your promises.’ You felt him straddle the back of your legs, bunching your  nightgown up above your ass, pushing your hands out of the way as he tried to stop him from tugging down your panties. ‘But it's okay. I’ll teach you some manners.’ You screamed out, trying to twist him off of you but he simply gathered your hands together, at the small of your back and began tying them with what you could only assume was his tie. 

‘How many do you think I should give you for a first offence huh? How many will make you how many will make sure you've learnt your lesson?’ You ignored him again, continuing to scream at him to get off of you. He tutted at you, twisting your head with hand and forcing it down into the pillow with one hand while the other kneaded your ass. ‘If you know what is good for you, you’ll shut the hell up right now.’ The combination of the promised threat in his voice and the lack of oxygen made you stop screaming, and thrashing against the bed, lying still in his grip.

‘Much better sweetheart. You’re such a fast learner.’ His grip on the back of your neck relaxed somewhat, letting you twist your head so only half of it was now pressed against the pillowcase. ‘Let's get this over with, my breakfast is getting cold.’ With that the hand on your arse disappeared before you heard the swish of air and felt the hard thwack of his palm against your tender skin making you cry out. ‘Count them for me Sweetheart.’

‘One.’ You forced your voice to work, not wanting to give him another excuse to punish you.

‘Good girl.’ You tried to base yourself for the next hit but still, the harsh strike made you cry out again.

‘Two. Three. Four. Five.’ Tears started falling from your eyes. Each hit he gave you was harder than the last and you didn't know how much longer you could take.

‘Six. Seven. Eight.’ You rasped out, fighting to get the words out in between your sobs. 

‘You have to speak a bit louder Sweetheart. I couldn’t make out what number that was.’ He taunted you, kneading your ass painfully hard as you tried to control your tears enough to get the word out clearly.

‘Eight.’

‘Much better baby girl, we’re nearly there.’His encouragement meant nothing to you but you continued to practically scream the numbers as the slaps came.

‘Nine. Ten.’ You couldn’t control your sobs anymore, letting them wrack through your body as your tears continued falling. You couldn't take it anymore but thankfully, it seemed like he was done. He released your hands from his tie and pulled your panties back up your body, giving your ass a gentle slap as he did so, before getting off of you and kneeling beside your head. 

‘Don’t you have anything you’d like to say Sweetheart?’  He raised his eyebrows, expectant. 

He couldn’t be serious. But one glance at him through your watering eyes had you realising he was being deadly serious. He wanted you to say it.

‘Thank you.’ It barely came out above a whisper but he accepted it, a smile taking over his face.

‘See, just like I said. You are a fast learner. You’re welcome sweetheart. Now come and join me at the table.’ He turned and walked away from the bed, not even sparing you a glance. He didn't have to worry about you not following his orders anymore. Not after that.

You gingerly pulled yourself to your feet, your tears had stopped for now at least but the twinge in your ass with every step you took made them want to come back, especially when you finally reached the table and had to sit down, your ass screaming in protest.

As you reached for the knife and fork on the plate in front of you, you your heard him tut. ‘Sweetheart, only good girls get to eat. If you had done what I said earlier, you would have got your food. But since you made me punish you, you’re just going to have to wait until lunch for food.  View it as a lesson for next time.’ You stared at him in disbelief, watching as he casually sipped from his glass of orange juice, the steel look in his eyes making sure that you wouldn’t try to eat without his permission. 

The scent of the eggs and bacon in front of you was nearly too much for you to handle. Although you had thought you weren’t hungry, having to sit and watch him eat had your stomach rumbling loudly. The toast last night had clearly not been filling enough. 

When he had finally finished his plate, he cleared his throat. ‘Now Sweetheart, I had meant for this morning to go a lot differently but you have to understand, your actions have consequences. When I ask you to do something, you will do it, without complaint. You’re mine now. Like I said last night, I’m providing you with a new life, away from any issues or problems and all I’m asking for in return is some respect and for you to show some manners. Do you understand?’ His voice was far too calm and even for what he was asking from you but you nodded, trying to placate him. 

‘When I ask you a question I would like an answer Sweetheart so let’s try that again. Do you understand?’ 

Your throat was squeezing in on itself as you replied. ‘Yes, I understand.’ 

‘Good Girl. Now there are some things I have to do upstairs this morning but I’ll be back down for lunch and I expect you to keep this morning in mind.’ He stood from the table, his tie in his hand as he walked around it, standing next to you. ‘Since you made me undo my tie, it’s only fair you tie it again for me.’ He handed you the silky blue material and stood expectantly. 

Your body went onto autopilot, the sting in your ass as you stood a reminder of what would happen if you ignored him again. You looped it around his neck with shaking fingers, standing in front of him made you realise just how big he was in comparison to you. Your breath hitched as you tried your best to do a basic school boy knot, not trusting yourself for anything more complex, which was probably a good idea as you could barely stop your hands from shaking enough to tighten it. 

As soon as the knot was in place, you stepped back, trying to get as far away as you could. He glanced down at the clumsily done knot, unimpressed. ‘Not your best work Sweetheart, but it’s okay. You’ll get better with practice.’ He turned back to the table and stacked the plates onto the tray, heading for the door. 

‘I’ll see you at lunch time Sweetheart.’ He smiled at you as the door clicked shut behind him, locking you in again. 

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The rest of your morning passed slowly, your stomach rumbling every now and then, that and the constant tinge in your ass whenever you walked or sat down served as a constant reminder of what had happened that morning. Surely that had been his intent. A way of conditioning you for your ‘new life’ as he called it. 

In your boredom, you had ventured into the wardrobe, trying to find something that covered you better than the flimsy nightgown he had put you in when he changed you. It didn’t escape your notice that your only choices were another nightgown or frilly dresses that looked like an odd combination between a dress from the forties and modern day, but you finally settled for a simple white number with cap sleeves and a skirt that was among the longer of the selection, stopping just above your knees. 

After that, you had roved through the large selection of books shelved on the mahogany bookcase, looking for something to lose yourself in. You paused as you caught sight of the simple black spine, well worn, with so many cracks down it that you could barely make out the title of the novel, just like your copy had been. It had to be a coincidence, ‘Frankenstein’ was a fairly common novel after all. Yet as you opened it to the first page, you saw the familiar yellow highlight, the scrawl of black pen in the margin. 

It shouldn’t have surprised you that he raided your bookcase back in Madrid but it did. It made you wonder what else he had taken from your apartment and hidden around your new living quarters in an attempt to make you more comfortable. 

After a thorough search, you realised that it was only your books that he had taken, but they were enough, especially since he had clearly bought new ones in accordance to your taste, providing a new form of entertainment. 

You tried to stop the smile on your face as you searched through the bookcase with this newfound knowledge. He had clearly been paying attention to what you liked. 

Eventually you sat down in one of the armchairs, your copy of ‘Frankenstein’ in your hands, as you passed the time until lunch. Too chicken and too hungry to try anything with him upstairs. 

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You were so distracted by the tale of ‘Frankenstein’ that the harsh click of the lock, interrupting your silence, had made you jump in fright. You turned to the door, just as it opened, revealing him carrying a tray like always, the click of the lock sounding behind him. He placed the tray down on the table without looking over at you, setting the two plates at either chair. He didn’t even need to say anything for you to close your book and head over to him. The smell of whatever he had made was far too enticing for you to resist in your current state of hunger. 

He held out your chair for you and pushed it in as you sat down, your eyes fixed on the mushroom and chicken grilled cheese in front of you, saliva pooling in your mouth. 

‘Thank you.’ Your voice was barely a whisper but you knew he heard it as he rounded the table and took his seat opposite you, a smile on his face. 

‘You’re welcome Sweetheart. Why don’t you get started before your food gets cold?’ 

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VII. The Waiting Game

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Once, while you were on your knees, his cock sheathed in your lips, his had pulled his phone out, holding it above your face, the flash shining in your eyes as you continued to bob your head, tongue swirling around him. You hadn’t even flinched when he came all over your face, spraying his sticky seed across your lips, your cheeks and down your neck. Instead you just swiped up a bit with your finger, popping it in your mouth and sucked, eyes locked on the camera, ‘yum’.

After that, he grew more confident, even going so far as to erect a tripod in your bedroom, a somewhat professional camera sitting on top, filming everything he was going to do. You had obliged with everything, obeying his every command; of course you had, you loved him. You loved him even when he would drag you into a dark alley, shoving his cock down your throat; you loved him even when he would spank your ass red for mouthing off at him, leaving you sore for days; you loved him even when he would finger you blatantly in public, his fingers hidden under the table as he worked them inside you, relishing the control he held over your body.

It was only when you were out at one of his friends place for dinner when you realised that he liked to show off that control to others.

The evening had been going smoothly enough, your spat from earlier forgotten for the moment but you knew when you got home Quentin would make you pay for initially refusing to change. He had come by to pick you up at six only to take one look at the ‘drab’ - as he had referred to it - black dress and demand you go change. At first you had refused, not understanding his issue with your dress. ‘I love you so much and I want to show you off to them. I want them to want you like I do; to want what I have.’ 

You had caved like always, bowing your head in submission as you walked back to the bedroom, changing into a barely there little white number he chose. You felt so inappropriately dressed in comparison to him but it was what he wanted, what would make him happy and so it became what would make you happy.

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The amber liquid sloshed in the tumbler as you swirled your wrist. You had little interest in the glass or the company but you sat there, at Quentin’s side, a pretty smile playing on your bold red lips as you feigned interest. You were at another one of his work dinners, innermost circle only,  and as usual the conversation had turned to the drones and all the things they could achieve with them. 

You had long since lost track of the boring conversation when Quentin’s hand, the one which wasn’t wrapped around your waist, came to rest on your thigh, right at the hemline of your dress, rousing you from your thoughts. 

‘Personally I’ve found them really useful in the bedroom, filming this one come undone in such good quality, god it’s just amazing.’ A blush spread across your cheeks as he spoke so openly about your sex life, even if it was with his best friends, you didn’t need them knowing that, the things you let him do to you.

‘Trust me mate, we know, we’ve all seen the footage.’

They had seen the footage? 

‘Eh, if I’m being honest there’s something a bit lackluster about seeing it on tape, anyone can film a porno.’ Another chimed in, filling you with dread. They had all seen it, the private moments you had meant only for Quentin. The thought left you speechless, unable to process quite what was going on around you. 

Quentin’s hand moved up your thigh slightly, raising your dress as he spoke, a smirk on his lips. ‘You know I think you’re right, how about a real show of what I can do to my girl?’

Dread filled you, Quentin’s earlier demand of you changing your dress now made sense. He wanted to show you off, every bit of you to them; he wanted to show them the control he held over you. 

You tried to squirm away from him but he trapped you in his arms, lips coming down to your ear. ‘Come on baby, don’t be such a prude now. They’ve all already seen it, it’ll just be a live performance.’

You fought against his hands, trying to shake them off as they gripped at your dress, pulling you onto his lap. ‘No, Beck, I don’t want this. I want to go home.’ The room around you laughed as you struggled, complacent in your discomfort.

‘Sweetheart, I don’t think you understand what’s going to happen here. I’m going to give you one chance to be a good girl and open up those legs for me. You won’t be pleased with what will happen if you don’t.’ Glancing around at the hungry eyes surrounding you, you knew better than to say no but that didn’t mean you wanted to either. You seriously feared what he would do if you refused, maybe pass you around the room, going from one hungry man to the next. Or worse, release the footage you had so foolishly let him take, that would completely ruin you. 

‘Come on Sweetheart, I’m not going to wait forever.’ Your eyes met his which were conveying the same hunger portrayed on every other man’s face in the room. Swallowing back bile at the man you thought you loved, you uncrossed your legs, opening them for him.

‘Such a good girl doing what I say.’ His hand crept higher covering your pantie clad mound and you shut your eyes, unwilling to watch those who were watching you. His other hand tugged at the zipper of your dress, sliding it down before pulling the whole thing over your head, leaving you in just your panties and bra. Fingers slipped into the waistline of your underwear and tugged it away from you, tearing the fragile lace in one pull, leaving you exposed. 

He nudged your legs further apart, as wide as they could go and before you knew it his fingers were working on your clit, gathering your arousal and spreading it all around. With your eyes closed you could somewhat pretend it was just you and him, sitting on your couch as home, just like normal. His lips brushing against your neck as he continued fucked you with his fingers, now moving them inside you, twisting and curling as they scraped right on that spot. 

Despite the situation you couldn’t help the moans that fell from you mouth as his fingers continued their assault, your hips grinding into his hand, trying to get even more friction, your high coming on embarrassingly quickly. 

‘Open your eyes baby girl, I want them to see you as you come.’ Lips nibbed at your ear, a warning, and just like that you obeyed him again, your eyes wide in the throws of your pleasure, hardly seeing the crowd around you, completely entranced by you. 

‘Such a good girl for me, aren't you? I love it when you obey me, doing anything I ask. I love your submission, the control you give me. I love you so, so much.’ You could barely nod as the coil deep in your stomach continued to tighten, driving you higher. ‘So go on, be a good girl and cum for me, cum on my fingers, cum for my friends.’ 

An inhumane moan fell from your lips as you obeyed him, jolts of pleasure spasming down your spine, writhing on his fingers.

He waited until you had stopped moving, back to normal before moving his fingers and holding them up against your lips. He didn’t even need to say anything, the command implicit in his actions and you yielded, lips opening and taking them in your mouth, making sure to suck them clean. Your eyes met his and you could see the pride in his reflected back at you, a smile on his lips as his thumb brushed your cheekbone, murmuring to himself, ‘so perfect… love you so much.’

You stayed motionless for who knows how long, completely torn inside over what had just happened, not registering when he moved away to pick up your dress and went to put it on you. 

You didn’t register the groans that arose at his action, ‘come on Beck, I thought the show was just getting started?’ You didn’t register his harsh response, snapping at the voice, ‘she’s mine, only mine. You should be thanking me for even just showing you that.’

He pulled the zipper up and lead you out of the room, out of the house, one hand on the small of your back, opening the car door for you and setting you in it, pulling the seatbelt across your body and rushing over to his side, getting in and pulling out of the driveway, his hand meeting your thigh once again. 

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The words had finally come to you as you sat on your couch, Quentin handing you a cup of tea. ‘What the fuck was that Beck? Like what the actual fuck?’

A mere shrug of his shoulders. ‘That was me showing control. I don’t know why you’re acting so angry, we both know you enjoyed it. Plus why would you be angry? You’re mine to toy with as I see fit.’

‘Why am I mad? Oh gee, I don’t know maybe because you just showed me off like some common whore to your friends? Or how I’m starting to wonder if -’ the sound of china shattering interrupted your tangent, Quentin’s own cup of tea now dripping from the coffee table onto the carpet at your feet.

His hands raised, cupping your face, making you look at him. ‘Never, I repeat NEVER think of yourself like that. Don’t you understand? I love you. I love you so much, can’t you see that? You’re not some common whore, you never will be; you’re my partner in this.’ 

A laugh escaped your lips, the snarky words tumbling out before you could stop them. ‘Yeah, your partner for you to pass around to all your friends.’ 

‘No Sweetheart, that’s what you don’t understand. You’re mine, and mine only. Do I like showing off the control I have over you? Yes, but that’s just it. My control. No one else’s. I get off on it, it’s what makes me satisfied, happy, and you want me to be satisfied don’t you?’ 

Tumultuous feelings raced through your body. On one hand, he was right. You wanted to please him, satisfy him but on the other, the way he had so brazenly showed his friends the footage of you, footage only meant for his eyes, it felt like a major betrayal of your trust. 

‘Come on baby, watch this, look at how free you are, how you just give yourself into me.’ One hand released your face, fishing in his pocket for his phone, holding it for you so see as he started playing a video, the video from tonight. 

The you immortalized in film didn’t look like you normally did. You had never seen any of the films he made of you and now you started to wonder why, it was almost like watching a proper porno. He was right, of course he was. You did look free, revealing in your submission, completely at ease although you hadn’t felt like it at first. The sounds coming out of you mouth as he worked his fingers in and out of you sounded borderline animalistic, the drone that you hadn’t even noticed in your throes of pleasure, capturing the loud moans in perfect quality. Even in the less than ideal lighting, you could clearly see your pussy glistening, the camera perfectly encapsulating your swollen lips and orgasmic face as you came, juices leaking out from in between his fingers. The greed in your eyes as you sucked on his fingers was obvious even through his phone. You found yourself growing wet again, your arousal seeping onto your thighs without your panties to hold it back, and as the video ended, you noticed you weren’t the only one it had effected, the tent in Beck’s pants obvious as it strained against his slacks. 

‘Do you understand now my love? How you’re freed through your submission to me. You don’t have to worry anymore, I’ll always protect you.’ His hand reached up to cup your cheek and you found yourself leaning into his touch, desperate for him, as you closed the distance between his face and yours, your lips meeting in what started as a slow and tender kiss but quickly turned impatient and needy, your hands running through his hair, pulling on the brown locks. 

Once again his hands freed you from your dress, lifting it up over your head, before pulling your body to his, your legs straddling his thick thighs. You fumbled with the buttons on his shirt in your haste to undo them but finally his chest was free for your hands to run over the smooth muscles unobstructed. You raised your hips, barely enough to allow Quentin to tug his pants off, letting your bare pussy brush against his shaft sending a trill of pleasure up your spine. 

You grabbed ahold of him, rubbing his head against your lips, coating it in your juices before you sank down on him, a moan escaping your lips from the feeling. His hands started guiding your hips to move. Even when you were the one riding him, he was still in control. He moved your hips slowly at first, building the pressure that was already forming deep in your stomach before increasing the pace. 

You separated your lips from Quentin’s, desperate for air, and buried your face in the crook of his neck as you continued to ride him, his hips thrusting up to meet every rock of yours. Both yours and Quentin’s moans mixed together as they tumbled out of your mouth, the pleasure consuming you. 

‘That’s it baby. God, you feel so fucking good, I love it when you ride me like this. You’re mine baby I hope you see that.’ He grunted out into your ear and his hips hammered up into you, dropping any pretense there might have been of you being in control. 

‘Yes Beck, I’m yours. All yours, only yours.’ The words fell from your lips, the coil inside of you now undeniable as every thrust of his hips had his pelvis rubbing against your clit, driving you even higher. ‘I-I’m gonna… I’ve gotta…’ You struggled with your words, the sensation far too powerful for you to manage. 

‘I know baby just hold out a little longer, wait for me.’ His voice was breathless, every snap of his hips drawing you closer and closer until he grabbed your face firmly in one of his hands and pulled it right in front of his own, his eyes looking into yours. ‘Now baby. Cum for me now.’ And just like always, you obeyed. 

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This particular morning, Steve was very glad he had chosen to swing by your apartment a little earlier than usual. There you lay, on your bed, sweat glistening on your skin, one hand down in between your thighs. 

His cock ached at the beautiful visual you were giving him, lying completely naked with one hand teasing your nipples as the other worked you into a frenzy. 

Steve longed to know what you were thinking about as you worked yourself, he prayed that you were thinking about him but he knew deep down that you probably weren’t. He wanted to kill the person that was the object of your desires but he had no idea who it could be. You generally had very little contact with anyone outside of the cantina which Steve was grateful for, it meant less people who would miss you. 

He fumbled with his belt buckle, practically tearing his zipper down as he freed his cock, desperate for some release. He longed to be able to hear the moans that were tumbling out of your mouth but he hadn’t gotten around to installing cameras in your apartment yet, maybe that’s what he should do today. 

While his hand moving up and down on his cock felt good, he couldn’t wait for it to be yours in its place, pleasuring him with your deft fingers. His eyes were still locked on your twisting body but his mind’s eye was somewhere else, back home in New York, imagining you in his bed. The things he’ll do to you once he gets a hold of you. 

He could feel his own orgasm approaching just as he could clearly see yours was by the frantic swirl of your fingers and the arch in you back. ‘Come on baby, cum for me.’ He couldn’t hold back his whispered words of encouragement as he saw you start to come undone, your entire body quivering as the pleasure rushed through you. Steve followed soon after, ribbons of cum coating his hand with a murmured ‘soon’ as he cleaned himself up, eyes still on you. 

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Your breathing was heavy as you came down from your high, your body occasionally twitching in the aftershock of your orgasm. You had no idea where that image of a blonde man leaning over you as you were on your hands and knees, filling you up, had come from but god, it was a nice little fantasy. 

After your breathing had returned to normal you got up out of bed, slipping your running gear on. This was your favourite way to wake up, the sun shining in through your blinds, a little morning action and then a ten kilometre run. It really was the best way to start your day, even in the sweltering summer heat. 

You made sure to close and lock your windows before leaving your apartment, music already blasting in your ears as you headed out the door. 

While you ran you reflected just how much you had changed since moving to Madrid. It had truly been the best decision for you at the time but you were kind of missing New York, the familiarity of it all. You knew that you probably shouldn’t dive straight back into living in New York, not after what had happened but you felt that you had grown enough to return, maybe just a short visit, a week or two to see how you went. 

You felt confident that you could handle it, that it was time. You couldn’t avoid New York for the rest of your life, you reasoned with yourself. Sure, you did still occasionally have the intense feeling of being constantly watched but this was the precise reason that you had to go back. You had to face your fears, remind yourself that the Chitauri were long gone, that they weren’t lurking behind every corner, watching your every move, despite what your mind wanted you to believe. 

As you rounded back to your apartment, your mind was made up. You would be going back home. 

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Your shower had been long and relaxing, the hot water smoothing out your tight muscles from the morning run. It had been so nice that you nearly didn’t want to get out, simply stay there all day but you knew you had to work, you only had half an hour until you were meant to be opening the cantina for the day. 

Walking out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around your naked body, you relished in the slight breeze coming in through your open window, your apartment could get incredibly stifling in the summer. While Mariana had installed air conditioning, she hadn’t seen the need to in the loft above, as before you, it had mainly been for storage leading to most of your summer being spent as a sweaty mess. But that was okay, you loved the apartment and it had been so kind of Mariana letting you stay there for a fraction of the cost you would be paying anywhere else. 

It was only as you were pulling on a t-shirt, the cool breeze playing across your exposed stomach that you realised it. You had never opened your window after you got back to your apartment. 

Fear instantly coursed through your veins as you stood, frozen on the spot. Had someone else been in here? Snapping out of your trance, you raced around the apartment, looking for anything out of place, anything that could tell you if someone else had been inside. 

When you found that your passport was still hidden away in your underwear drawer, your envelope of spare cash was still tucked behind the plates in the kitchen cupboard and nothing else was out of place, you reasoned that you must have simply forgotten to close the window, it was clear that no one had been there, nothing was missing after all. 

The realisation calmed you and you blamed yourself for your carelessness of not locking your window and promised that you would be more careful next time. Although despite knowing it was your fault, you couldn’t help but shake the sense of uneasiness fluttering in your stomach as you made your way to your door, this time double checking that everything was locked before heading down the stairs for work. 

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Steve watched you flutter around your apartment in a state of panic, keenly observing where you went and what you looked for on his phone. While he had found your passport in your underwear drawer during his morning visit, he hadn’t found the envelope of cash you kept, that was an interesting development. Although he had been pretty pressed for time, spending far too long inspecting the inside of your underwear drawer, imagining you in every scrappy piece of lace that apparently counted as panties these days. He had almost run out of time to set up the cameras, the real reason he had broken in to your apartment in the first place. 

As he flicked over to the group’s cameras, the ones that had been set up in the cantina, he cursed himself for leaving your window open. He really should have been more careful, yet at the same time he was glad. It gave him a chance to observe your reaction, to see how you would respond, to prepare. 

Walking into the kitchen of the small apartment he was sharing with Bucky and Nat, he found the pair pouring over a video recording of Alejandro taken the night before. He hadn’t seen it yet, too enraptured with you to even remember the reason he was here in Madrid in the first place. 

‘What’s new Buck?’ He asked, serving himself some coffee before joining the pair on the small dining room table.

‘We have a time and place for the drug transfer Alejandro’s receiving. It’s two days from now at twenty-one hundred, pretty remote location just down by El Retiro park, should be pretty easy to scope out.’ Steve nodded, his eyes on the map of Madrid but his mind focussing on the next seventy-two hours. If all went according to plan, you would be his by then. 

‘Sounds good, let’s get a plan together then. We don’t want any mistakes when dealing with these guys.’ 

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You swallowed nervously. You knew you were being ridiculous, Mariana was like a mother to you and deep down you knew she would have no qualms with giving you some time off to go back to New York if it was what you really wanted but you were worried. You had never taken such a long period of time off from the cantina before and you knew she relied on you quite heavily as she sometimes struggled keeping things in order as she aged. 

You took a deep breath and raised your hand, knocking on the open door that lead into her small office out the back. ‘Mariana? I was wondering if I could maybe speak to you for a little?’ 

You heard her laugh as she looked up from the papers in her hands. ‘Of course querida. What is on that little mind of yours that has you so anxious?’ 

You stepped further into her office, taking a seat on the opposite side of her desk, chiding yourself for your nerves, you never did well with these types of conversations but you figured there was no point in beating around the bush.

‘Mariana I was just wondering if I could have some time off? I was thinking about maybe going back to New York, just to visit. I think it’s time you know?’ 

A knowing smile came over her face as she smiled. ‘I have been waiting for this for quite some time. You have no reason to be nervous querida, of course you can have time off. I’m glad you’ve decided to go back. Take however long you need.’

Mariana truly was like a mother to you by how well she knew you and what you needed. ‘Thank you so much. You always seem to know what I need before I do. I was thinking maybe two weeks? But I can cut it down if you want.’ 

‘Of course not. Two weeks will be fine. I may be old darling but I’m not completely incompetent plus I’ll have Georgio and Fabiola if I need any help. I’m so glad you’re finally getting the closure you need.’ 

You left her office a little while later, a smile on your face as you climbed the stairs up to your apartment, heading straight to your computer to book a round trip ticket to New York, leaving in a week. It was time. 

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Blood was seeping out through a wound in his side, the dark liquid barely visible against his stealth suit as he made his way in through the open window, into your bedroom. He knew Bucky and Nat would be suspicious by his absence but honestly he couldn’t find it in himself to care. The past forty-eight hours he had to focus so heavily on the mission that he barely had time to see you, the only occasional reprise of watching you through his phone to satisfy his needs. 

But now it was done. The mission was finally complete. Now he could start his own personal mission of making you his. 

He watched entranced as you slept, so seemingly at ease, your breaths deep and heavy and he smiled to himself, glad you were getting a restful night of sleep. It would probably be the last one you’d be getting for a while. One of the good things about being a super soldier was it meant he had a heightened stamina and required less sleep than the average person, two things he definitely planned on using in the upcoming nights. 

Taking a step back from your bed, he searched around the rest of your apartment, looking for your computer. Yesterday he had received a notification that you had booked a flight back to New York in a weeks time and he had been glad, you were ready to face your fears and he would be right there beside you to help you through it all. 

Of course he would cancel both flights you had booked, there was no way he would be letting you fly economy, not when you would be flying with him and you wouldn’t be needing the return flight you had booked for two weeks after. 

He quickly logged onto your computer, using the password decryption stick Tony had given him back when they were still on speaking terms. Finding the email from the airline was simple enough and cancelling it now meant you at least got some money returned into your bank account, not that you would be needing it when you lived with him. 

Returning back to your bedroom he hovered over your body, pressing a chaste kiss to your temple, longing for the day he would be able to crawl into bed with you and hold you in his arms. 

‘Soon Sweetheart. Real soon.’ He promised himself as with one last glance back to where you lay, sleeping peacefully, he heaved himself back out the window and into the night.

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IV. The Trip

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Of course when you had bags so dark underneath your eyes that it hurt to rub them, your eyesight occasionally going blurry from lack of sleep, you finally had to give in, only to wake up mere hours later in an even worse state. 

In the beginning your friends had tried to be there for you, sharing similar horror stories of that day, but they didn’t seem nearly as affected as you were. They could still go out at night, walk down the street without constantly looking over their shoulders, you couldn’t. After the first month of having to endure your constant state of panic, they started drifting, so slowly that you hadn’t really realised until one by one they had left you all alone, with no one but the Chitauri to keep you company. 

You finally realised that you needed help when the sound of a car backfiring outside the cafe you worked at had made you cower in fear, shattering a stack of glasses in the process. The table which you had hidden under protected you from the external horrors, the heavy wood above your head, although littered with marks from its many years of service still held strong, little rainbows dancing along the underside, reflecting off of the glass shards that dug into you.  

That night you had gone online and booked a one way plane ticket, maybe if you ran far enough your nightmares wouldn’t be able to find you.

Madrid would be your new home. 

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 Steve had been undercover at a cantina,  waiting for the mark to come by when he saw you again. To say he was shocked to see you here, in Madrid of all places, would be an understatement. It was only his first day here, he had joined Bucky and Nat on the stakeout last night and neither of them would have recognised you but he did. He remembered. 

 He remembered the way your body had felt in his arms, your perfect curves that had been hidden by too many layers, your pink lips that had been screaming to be kissed. He also remembered your ingratitude. 

 At first it had just served as a reminder to Steve that times had changed while he was in the ice. This world was so different to the one he had known; once people had to work for their dreams and had proper manners. Now however, they just expected everything to be handed to them on a silver platter. Yours wasn’t the first case of it that he had noticed, but it was the one that stuck to him, plaguing his mind. 

 The way you had just shrugged him off made him feel like he was back in the 1930’s, still the skinny kid from Brooklyn whom dames always passed over, always preferring his sole friend, Bucky. He had thought that after getting the serum his days of being ignored and treated like scum were over, but apparently not.

 In the weeks after the battle instead of focussing on the clean-up of the city, his thoughts had been completely occupied by you and your indifference to him. During the nights his obsession never let up as he dreamt of finding you, of teaching you some manners. 

 Initially he had been ashamed, horrified even. Never in a million years had he ever thought of treating a dame in such a way but as the nights continued, weeks turning into months, so did the dreams that were growing increasingly hard to resist. 

 Many times as he awoke too soon to blame his stained sheets on purely just his dream. On those occasions his hand you make their way down his body, into the waistband of his boxers as if on their own accord, freeing him of the constricting material. One hand would wrap around his painfully hard cock, the other would start tugging at his balls as he chased the fleeing memories of his dream.

As he worked his hand up and down his length his mind shifted between ideas of how he would force some manners into you; sometimes he would simply imagine bringing you the brink of an orgasm, continually denying you until you were a mess, begging for him, pleading him to let you come, promising him anything. On his darker days however, he would imagine you tied up, hands and legs bound, spread eagle on his bed as he ravished your body, just as helpless as you had been stuck under that car, completely at his mercy. Maybe that would teach you some manners. 

 As time had passed he had become increasingly obsessed with you, obsessed with what he would do to you if he ever saw you again and now here you were, so close that he could reach his hand out and grab your ass if he wanted to.

 Steve watched as you made your way around the tables, taking people’s orders in both English and Spanish so easily that he wondered if you had always been able to speak it. His palms rubbed against the rough denim of his jeans as you neared his table, he still couldn’t believe you were here, so tantalizingly close to him. 

 He knew that he couldn’t be recognised, it would blow the whole recon mission so he pulled his dark blue baseball cap pulled low, further over his brow even though Nat had said the full beard he was now sporting was disguise enough. It pained him to avert his eyes from you as you stopped, standing at his table, ready to take his order, but he knew he needed to. There would be time enough for watching you after the mission was finished.

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Five years had now passed since the battle of New York and Madrid was still your home. At first it has been hard, living in a new place, trying to find work with the handful of Spanish you had picked up from here and there. Eventually you found your saving grace, Mariana, an older woman who owned a cantina near the hotel you had been staying at. She hired you despite your complete lack of Spanish and over time you helped each other, you taught her English while she gave you work and a place to stay at a small cost. 

 As the months turned into years, your nightmares started fading away. Not all at once and definitely not completely, but they no longer took ahold of you every night or occupied your every waking thought. Instead they settled, taking up residence in a back corner of your mind, occasionally stirring every now and then. But it was manageable now, far away in Madrid, protected by the great mass of water separating you and fifth avenue. 

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 It was a slow day today at the cantina. Barely any tables had patrons sitting in them but that was just as well though, you hated when it was packed, reminding you of the crowded streets of New York. as you flittered between tables, taking orders and bringing out dishes you noticed a man had taken up one of the empty tables. 

Immediately you knew he was American, his baseball cap practically screamed as much. You had never realised until you had come to Europe just how painfully obvious Americans always were when they travelled. 

‘Good afternoon, here’s our menu but can I get you anything to drink while you decide?’ You asked, passing over the laminated paper, shivering as his fingers brushed over yours. 

‘Just an Americano thank you.’ You smiled and nodded and went to walk away. There was something oddly familiar about him but you couldn’t put your fingers on it, you felt like you had seen him before  but where you had no idea. He definitely hadn’t come into the cantina before, that you were sure of. 

Rounding the countertop by the coffee machine you glanced back over your shoulder, trying to place the strange man only to be caught in the act, his eyes already on you, watching you intently. Something about the way his eyes stayed fixed on your body as you made his coffee had you squirming inside, you didn’t want his eyes following your every movement, practically undressing you in his mind. 

Putting on a brave face you returned to him, trying to hide the way your hand shook holding the ceramic mug. ‘Here you go, anything else I can do for you?’

A photo album of ideas sprung to Steve’s mind at your question. There were a lot of things you could do for him, with him, but he bit down the words, he could do them all later.

‘Yes but I’m good for now.’ He didn’t miss the confusion that crossed over your face as you turned away, but he didn’t pay any attention to it, the mark had just walked through the door and Steve smiled to himself. The quicker the mission is completed, the quicker he would have you as his. 

He waited, sipping his coffee as the mark, Alejandro Garcia, ordered his own to go, spending far too much time talking to you in the process for Steve’s liking. His anger grew as he watched you laugh at something Alejandro had said. If only you knew what he had done. Who this man obviously flirting with you really was. Clearly you weren’t very good at making your own choices but Steve was reassured that soon that freedom would be taken away and you would be safe, from yourself and from others. He just had to wait. 

 When Alejandro finally left, Steve followed soon after, chucking a twenty on the table and glancing back at you as he neared the door. 

His last sight was of you joking around with a new customer, a smile on your face, blissfully unaware of the dark promise Steve was making to himself.  

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III. The Apartment

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