#honeyhanwrites

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.

+

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. 

You lay on your bed, your eyes closed with the covers pulled up to your torso, covering most of his view of your body that he longed to see. The sheets moved slightly as you rocked your hips into your fingers, swirling them in your slick, pushing them in and out of you.

Moans escaped your lips as the pressure started to build and they sounded like angels singing to Peter as he stood watching you, his blood flowing south. 

What he would give to throw those sheets from your body, preferably burning them so they could never hide you from him again. 

Hi palm twitched, itching to palm himself through his suit, his flushed skin a direct contrast to the nip of the brisk night wind swirling around him. One hand gripped the railing while his other spread itself over his cock. It would have been so much better if he could take his suit off and wrap his fist around himself, better still if he could go inside and join you, but for now he restrained himself to the feeling of his palm rubbing against himself. 

He was already hard, embarrassingly so, just from the sounds you were making and he found himself spilling into the suit before you had finished. Tony would kill him if he ever found out but the bliss running through Peters body was far too enticing to care at the moment. 

He continued watching you as his breaths slowed, watching the way your jaw slackened and your head tilted as you approached your high. He felt himself start to get hard again, despite only just finishing. He wanted you that badly. 

His hand returned to his cock, continuing to work it as he watched you, getting himself fully erect again. He was so sensitive that the pressure was almost too much to handle. With the way your breaths were egging shallower and faster, he knew you were close as well. He could almost pretend that you were doing it together if he closed his eyes, that the moans tumbling from your lips were his doing, that he was the reason for the blissed out expression on your face. 

‘Oh yes, I’m your girl. Yes, yes, I’m yours baby.’ 

Yes, you were his girl. The thought tightened the coil in his abdomen. He just needed one last push, he was nearly there. 

Even from this distance Peter could hear the sound of your fingers disappearing into your pussy, the squelch proving just how turned on you were. His heart beater in time with yours, pummelling in his chest as he chased his release. He tried to hold back, wanting to come with you and when you did, the bliss completely flooded his senses, making him nearly miss it. Miss how you moaned His name. 

‘Yes Captain, just like that. Oh god, I’m cumming Steve, I’m cumming.’ 

Peters eyes snapped open, cold dread setting in, taking over the warmth that had filled his veins mere moments before. 

Captain? Steve? As in his friend Steve? You had been thinking of him? Why? 

Ever since he had met you in freshman year Peter had wanted you, wanted you to see him as more than just a fellow decathlon teammate, more than just a friend. 

He had trusted you implicitly, finally revealing the truth that he was Spider-Man after he had saved your life when your train had been derailed. He had foolishly broken up with MJ for you, thinking that your distance from being his best friend had been caused by jealousy. 

And now he found out this. That while he was yearning for you, you were looking at someone else. Someone he had introduced you.

Jealously flooded through him. You were meant to be his best friend, his nurse when he got injured, his girl. Not Steve’s. 

Had you been after him this entire time? No, surely not. You had been best friends well before Peter had introduced you. Did Cap want you back? 

He only realised that he was still holding the railing when it snapped under the pressure, emitting a long groan echoing the feeling of Peter’s heart breaking. 

Your eyes snapped open at the noise, glancing around you but you didn’t see him, hidden by your window ledge, gazing out to the city. A hollow feeling crept through his chest as he tried to convince himself it was fine that you didn’t feel the same. He would get over you. 

+

But he didn't. He couldn't. Nearly a month had passed since that night and although it killed him more and more inside every time, he couldn't resist the pull of your windowsill. Sometimes you would just be sleeping peacefully, ignorant of his presence, other times he would get to watch you come apart again, echoing your orgasm with his own. 

He found his thoughts of you taking over his mind, infiltrating every waking moment, making it increasingly hard to get over you as he had said he would. Yet, despite his newfound obsession with you, your once perfect image started developing flaws in his mind. He found himself constant questioning your motives, were you friends with him purely for his connection to the Captain? Was that why you kept stopping by the tower? In a desperate attempt to catch sight of him? Rage surged through Peter whenever he thought of you and Steve, he had thought that night on the windowsill that he would be able to let you go but as time went on, he knew you were meant to be his.

You would be his. 

Steve didn’t understand you like he did. He didn’t know your ins and outs, your little quirks like the back of his hand but Peter did. He just had to make you realise you were so good together. 

+

It was a Friday night, and just like every other week You and Peter had headed over to the Avengers’ Towers for your weekly movie night, making full use of the surround sound home theatre that Tony had deemed absolutely necessary. 

It had been Peter’s turn to pick the film and just like always, he wanted a horror film, loving the way you would curl up into his chest whenever something even remotely scary happened. He had been so happy, so excited for the night, but now it was all ruined. 

Steve and Sam has been in the common room when you arrived and as soon as Sam realised Steve had never seen Rosemary’s Baby, he had insisted on joining them. It would have been fine if it were anyone else, or even if it had happened before that night, but now Peter couldn’t focus on anything but the fact that you were sitting next to Steve and not him. He knew deep down that you hadn’t done it on purpose, that was where you and he sat every Friday night, on the small little loveseat, preferring to squash up together. It was his fault he wasn’t the one sitting next to you. He had been placed in charge of the popcorn and Steve had nipped in first.

But surely you could have said something. Something to prevent the supersoldier from sitting next to you, if you truly valued his friendship. But no. Peter was forced to sit and watch as your body unconsciously shifted closer and closer to Steve’s. He thought he couldn’t take any more but it only got worse when half way through the movie, Steve wrapped his arm around your shoulders, resting on the back of the couch, earning him an unwavering death glare from Peter. That should be him. 

When the end credits finally started rolling, you realised you had barely been paying attention throughout the entire film, your attention completely diverted to the man sitting next to you, trying to sneak in glances through your peripherals. You hadn’t intended on it happening but sitting next to your favourite supersoldier had been your favourite kind of torture, feeling his immense body heat radiate into your skin, or the way his taught muscles flexed whenever he shifted in his seat. The things that body could do to you. It had been a common fantasy of yours, one that you planned to keep hidden until your dying days, but a girl can dream right?

The raw power his body exuded wasn’t the only reason the super soldier dominated your dreams though. For someone so powerful, so widely respected, he was so tender, so soft. You had always been interested in him, in the tales of Captain America before he was even rediscovered in the ice. But what fascinated you more, was the man himself, Steve Rogers. 

You thought you had hidden your fascination rather well, never staring at him for too long or trying to always see him whenever you and Peter at the Tower. You definitely didn't want to do anything that would jeopardise your friendship and make Peter feel uncomfortable. He was everything to you. Plus users in the famous Steve Rogers would probably never even think of you as anything but the girl that hung out with Peter. He was far too worldly, experienced and wise for you, and you were far too young for him. It broke your heart to think about it, but it would be okay. You would get over him.

+

It was well after midnight, when the second film finally ended, leaving the rain in darkness. You had been surprised that Steve had stayed the entire time. After Rosemary’s Baby had finished, Sam had insisted on watching The Shining, claiming it was the perfect film to follow Rosemary’s Baby. You didn’t quite understand his logic, but you hadn’t complained and Peter had merely shrugged his shoulders when Sam suggested it. 

Even though he had been so passionate about watching it, Sam zonked out about halfway through, his body sprawling along the couch and light snores coming from him. Although you didn’t understand why, Sam’s departure had left the room in an odd state of tension, Peter’s glare on Steve never ceasing. You didn’t know what was going on between them but you figured it was probably something to do with the Avengers and had nothing to do with you, Peter would have told you if it did. Oh how wrong you were. 

Steve glanced over at you, concern reflecting in his eyes in the darkened room. ‘Are you okay getting home?’

‘She's fine. I’m giving her a lift home.’Peter's voice barked out before you had a chance to respond but you smiled, grateful that you won't have to catch the subway late at night by yourself. ‘Do you mind waiting here while I go to the bathroom real quick?’ You nodded at him and watched as Peter left, leaving you alone with Steve. Nerves fluttered in your stomach and you chastised yourself. You were truly being ridiculous.  

The silence of the room, save for Sam’s light snores was eating you up inside. You had to say something, anything, to break it but you didn’t know what. Awkwardly clearing your throat, you tried. A simple how’d you like the film. That would suffice, surely. It seemed like an appropriate common ground.  

‘So uh…’ Your tongue didn’t want to work, the pressure of his eyes digging into yours was too much. You didn’t want to come off as an idiot to him. ‘How’d you like the uh, the films?’ You turned away from him, praying that in the dark he couldn’t see the cringe creep across your face. Why did you have to be so awkward?

‘Oh uh, yeah, I thought they were okay. Not really my style you know?’ His voice seemed hesitant, nervous even, drawing your eyes back to his.  What did he have to be nervous about?

‘Yeah I completely get what you mean. I am not a massive fan of horror or anything, but it's Peter’s favourite.’ The room fell back into silence, but you were determined not to let it stay like that. Clearing your throat for a second time, trying to clear away your awkwardness, you tried again. ‘I uh, I know Sam gave you some shit for not having seen it before but you know, even though you missed a lot while under the ice, not everything is worth catching up on if you know what I mean? Especially if it's not your thing.’ Your gaze was locked in your twiddling fingers, afraid that you had over stepped in the silence that followed.  

‘Yeah I know, it’s just  sometimes it gets lonely. That’s why I spend so much time here and not my apartment. I love it when you and Peter come round, you’re so good together.’ 

Together? You recoiled in confusion. Did he think you and Peter were together together? You opened your mouth to correct him. You knew it was a long shot but how could you ever expect him to show any interest in you if he thought you were with his teammate? 

But the words you had formed in your mind were interrupted by Peter reentering the room, swinging his car keys on his index finger and whistling a little tune, a broad smile on his face for the first time that night. ‘You ready to go?’ He asked, gesturing towards the door. 

Your head swivelled back to Steve, seeing him push up to his feet. ‘Well then, I guess I'll see you around, get home safe.’ As he retreated into the hallway you still longed to correct him, but the opportunity had passed. You resigned yourself to make the fact that you were single known to him the next chance you got.

You followed Peter out of the room, into the elevator and down to the underground car park. The fluorescent lights were the only source of light in the wee hours of the morning, making Peter - and undoubtedly you as well - look sickly in their cool glow. 

He held the car door open for you, a sleek shiny audi which had been a graduation gift from Tony. Ducking your head, you stooped into the car, barely noticing the sharp prick in your neck as you buckled yourself in and Peter shut the door, climbing in on the other side. 

The street lights flashed as you passed, reflecting in your eyes which were stooping closed on their own account, barely staying open for longer than a few seconds. 

You felt his hand on your thigh as he drove, his thumb rubbing circles on the exposed skin, drawing your eyes to him. The overhead lights danced against his skin as the car zipped through the city, illuminating his dark eyes, and his perfect teeth shrouded by a sinister smile that looked out of place on his boyish face. ‘Someone’s feeling a it tired hey? It’s okay, just close your eyes, I’ll let you know when we get there so we can get you into bed.’ 

Your head felt heavy, resting against the cool glass window as you tried to smile at him. You wanted to thank him for offering to give you a lift home but the words died on your lips as your eyes shut closed, the power of sleep overcoming you at last. 

+

Your head pounded as you awoke, your vision a blurry mix of colours, shadows dancing around the room. Even after your vision had cleared you didn’t recognise where you were immediately, but the old Star Wars poster for the Empire Strikes Back made you realise that you were in Peter’s old bedroom. It had been so long since you had been here, over a year now. He had moved out last summer to the Tower as it was so much closer to NYU. 

The room was only illuminated by the many tealight candles placed sporadically throughout it, casting the room in a soft amber glow. You felt him move before you actually saw him, brushing a finger across your cheekbone. 

‘You’re awake, finally. I’ve been waiting for so long. I was starting to worry that I gave you too much.’ He smiled lovingly at you, madness glinting in his eyes. You tried to shrink back, away from his touch, confused as to what was going on, but the small double bed gave you little room to move on and the pounding of your head prevented you from getting up. 

‘Uh, Pete? What’s going on? Why are we here?’ Your voice was heavy, thick with sleep, as you croaked out your demand for answers. 

‘It’s okay Honey, I’m not going to hurt you. You’re perfectly safe here with me. I just thought it would be better to do it here since Aunt May is out of town with Happy this weekend. That way we have the whole place to ourselves. We won’t have to worry about anyone barging in.’ He reached out again, running his fingers through your hair, massaging your scalp, attempting to lure you into a false sense of security, but you refused to fall for it.

‘Do what here Peter? I thought you were taking me home.’ 

‘Consummate our relationship of course. You know, you really made me question me feelings for you when I saw you that night, touching yourself to thoughts of Cap. It made me think you weren’t who I thought you were, a sweet wholesome girl who had been able to see me, even when nobody else could. I’ve wanted you for so long - since freshman year for crying out loud! and seeing you pine over Cap nearly killed me. But now we both know that’s never going to happen. He practically said so himself. We’re so good together.’ He shifted up onto his elbow, his hand easily pinning you back down to the bed as you tried to sit up, to get away from him. 

‘Pete I don’t know what you’re talking about. We’re friends. Just friends. Please just let me go.’ Panic had well and truly started to set in, your heart palpitating in your chest. What had gotten into him?

‘I know that may be how you feel now, but it’s okay. You just need to be shown what we could be; you just need to be convinced of what is possible. I’ll be so good to you. I know what you like already, I know how you love to be stuffed full. The first time I saw you riding that pretty pink dildo of yours I came so hard, wishing it was my cock inside of you. I’ll be so much better than that toy. Just you wait and see.’ His hand on your shoulder trailed down, cupping your breast through your shirt, kneading it with his fingers as his mouth descended on yours. Your tried to twist your head away from him, his lips brushing against your cheek instead. 

‘Peter stop. What is going on with you? Let me go.’ Your body writhed, trying to force him off of you but he took it as encouragement, shifting to completely lean over you, his legs on either side of yours, his chest pressing against yours as his weight resting on his elbow beside your head. 

‘It’s okay Honey, just give in.’ He whispered into your ear, his voice echoing around inside your head, his lips trailing down your neck, to your collarbone, sucking and biting, marking you as his. 

Your hands raised up, pulling at his hair, fisting it in clumps, trying to pull him off of you. Was he seriously about to do this? This boy whom you had known for years, confided in with every little secret you had. How did you not see the darkness he held? That consumed him? Yes you refused to give up; refused to let him win. 

The scream that had been built in your throat was cut off, muffled by something, something that tapped your lips together, something soft and silky yet strong and unbreakable. His web.

‘I really didn’t want it to be like this Honey, I wanted our first time to be soft and gentle, so I could show you how much I love you but if you’re going to continue to behave like this, you’re not going to give me a choice.’ He pulled your hands from his hair effortlessly, holding them against the headboard as he webbed them to it, trapping them. Your eyes were open wide, your fear practically tangible as he railed his hands down your chest, lifting the hem of your dress up, above your body, letting it sit just above your head, still trapped by your arms. 

‘The things this dress does to me, god. When I saw you wearing it today I just knew I had to have you, I had to feel every inch of you.’ His hands dipped beneath your bra, relishing in the fact it had a clasp at the front, prying it open, your breasts spilling out into his hands. 

‘Seeing these from a distance just really didn’t do them justice. They’re so pretty up close.’ His mouth descending to your nipple, licking and sucking on the tender skin, rolling it in his mouth while one of his hands toyed with the other one. 

The moans that you swallowed tasted like betrayal. How could your body be responding to this? How could it like this? How could it be craving more?

His lips as soft as silk trailed further down your body, resting above the plain cotton panties you had worn that day, humming appreciatively as he pressed his nose against your still clothed mound, inhaling your scent. 

‘You smell so good Honey and I bet you taste even better.’ He liked a strip of you, adding to the dampness that already coated the cotton. ‘I can’t wait to devour you, imagining it has gotten me through so many lonely nights. The taste of your cunt on my tongue, the way I’ll draw orgasm after orgasm from you, ruining you for anyone else.’ 

He shifted back, tugging your panties down your legs along with your last shred of hope. There was nothing you could do to prevent it, he was far stronger than you and with your hands bound to the headboard and your mouth gagged you didn’t stand a chance. 

You hated the way his tongue licked your walls, tasting the juice that was already there, the way your cunt clenched around nothing, begging for something to fill it. You hated the way he worked his fingers in you, twisting and curling them, stroking against your sweet spot eliciting moan after moan from your lips that were barely concealed by the thin layer of webbing. You hated the way his tongue circled your clit, rolling it into his mouth, sucking on the sensitive flesh, driving you closer and closer to the edge. 

The pleasure he was giving you was far too much for your body to handle, the coil in your belly tightening until you couldn’t take it any longer and with only final, gentle, nip on your clit, you came, all over his face, your slick drenching his fingers. 

Peter sat back on his haunches, staring at his fingers, glistening in the candlelight, in amazement. He took each finger into his mouth one at a time, moaning as he sucked the taste of you off of them, the bulge in his pants growing inexplicably larger. 

‘See how good I am for you Honey? How well I know your body, inside and out.’ His voice was thick with lust as he pulled his shirt over his head, his hands slipped down to unbuckle his belt, pulling his pants and boxers down in one go, giving his erection some much needed air and space. 

He didn’t fail to notice the way your pussy clenched as you caught sight of his cock, the sheer girth and length of it enough to make any woman mad with lust, no matter the circumstances. 

‘Oh you want this don’t you Honey? I can just tell. Such a greedy cockslut but that’s okay because you’re my cockslut.’ You couldn’t help the moan that stemmed from his words, living for the way they made your walls clench again, even more slick coating them, spilling onto the bed beneath you. 

You felt his tip prod at your entrance, coating his length in you, before he gently inched in, pausing every few inches as you grew accustomed to the stretch of your walls before he finally bottomed out, his balls pressing against you. ‘Fuck, you’re so fucking tight Honey. So much better than I thought.’ 

You loved the way he filled you so completely, even larger than your favourite dildo, making you feel every ridge and vein as he sheathed himself inside you. You loved the way he thrusted into you, gently at first but slowly increasing in speed and force, his hips rolling into yours, his tip hitting your g-spot with every stroke. You loved the way his lips were on your neck as he rutted you into the mattress, sucking and biting, adding to the marks he made earlier as he fully claimed you as his. 

You could feel your orgasm building with every roll of hips. His abdomen rubbing against your clit, bringing you even closer. 

Your breathing was laboured, your hips raising up to meet his every thrust, longing - no matter how fucked up the situation was - for a release, for more. 

You felt his fingers on your jaw, tearing away his webbing, freeing your lips as his descended onto them in a kiss that was all teeth and tongue, pure possession. His tongue circled into your mouth, exploring every crevice, coating you as his, swallowing your moans just as you swallowed his. 

Peter leaned back, his pace never faltering as he shifted your legs over his thighs, wrapping them around his waist as he fucked into you, getting even deeper now. His fingers toyed with your clit, bringing you impossibly close as his hips started stuttering, his own orgasm creeping up on him. 

‘Comeon Honey, cum for me. Let go; let me feel your walls clench around my cock. I know you’re nearly there, just let go for me.’ 

You had no control over your body as it spasmed against him, pleasure filling your veins as you came, squirting all over his cock, loving the warmth that came from his own release, spilling into your cunt. 

He collapsed on top of you, his cock starting to soften inside of you as he caught his breath, his eyes staring into yours. 

He kissed you, slow and sweet this time, his lips pressing against yours, his tongue coaxing a response from yours. His cock twitched inside of you, hardening again as he pulled away, a bright smile on his face and a hazed, blissed out one on yours; his fingers trailing across your cheekbones, admiring you in the candlelight. 

‘See, I told you. We’re so good together.’

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Steve thanked the powers at be as Nat’s phone started ringing, signalling their conversation had come to an end. 

‘Oh wow. Thanks for the invite Rogers.’ She rolled her eyes as her finger swiped across the screen and hit the speaker button, letting Sam’s voice fill the room. ‘Hey Bird Brain, how’s it going in Sokovia?’ 

‘Yeah we’re good here. Just calling to let you guys know that Chekhov is on the move, we think he’s headed up to a facility in the north, it seems to be pretty heavily guarded. Wouldn’t mind some assistance with this one, it looks kind of intense.’

‘Yeah sure, we’ll be there in the morning, we just finished up with Alejandro last night so we’re good to move out.’ 

‘Actually Nat, I think we should stay here for a little longer, or at least one of us. We want to make sure all of Alejandro’s men are gone.’ Steve’s eyes met Bucky’s as the latter spoke, and he knew he hadn’t even remotely fooled his best friend, Bucky clearly realised something was up with him but he also knew that Bucky wouldn’t push him, not if he wasn’t ready to share. 

‘Yeah I think that’s a good idea Buck, we really don’t want any of these guys hanging around. How ‘bout you and Nat catch a flight up to Sokovia tomorrow and I’ll meet you there or back in New York after I make sure it’s all clear down here.’ Steve was quick to set his plan in motion, grateful that the others pretty much always agreed to whatever plan he came up with, this way he would be able to easily extract y/n using the quinjet instead of picking her up from the airport in New York and have to deal with bystanders maybe getting in the way. 

‘Sounds good to me. Wanda and I probably don’t need all three of you anyway, I don’t think Chekhov will be too hard. I’ll probably just see you back in New York Cap. Stay safe guys and see you tomorrow.’ Sam signed off the call and Nat put her phone back in her pocket. 

‘Well Barnes, looks like we got some packing to do.’

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The week passed far too slowly for Steve’s liking, every minute felt like hours and the hours felt like days. Anticipation flooded through him every time he caught sight of you, he just couldn’t wait to have you back at his house in New York, back at his mercy. 

The only upside of the week was he now had more time to watch you. In the mornings he would accompany you on your morning jogs, following slightly behind, appreciating the way your ass jiggled with every step and then sneak into your apartment while you were showering, learning everything he could about you from your living space. Then, he would head back to his hideout and have a shower of his own, his cock in his fist, dreaming about what would happen in mere days as he came, his seed spraying over the tiled walls of the shower, slowly sliding down before pooled at his feet as it disappeared down the drain, his breaths shallow and frequent as he came back after his orgasm. 

Post shower he would spend his days at the cantina, following you with his eyes as you served the customers. It seemed you were working more than normal and he figured it was probably to make up for your trip away, to cover your expenses as he had overheard a conversation between you and the elderly woman who owned the cantina. It was cute, watching your fret over finances while he knew that soon you wouldn’t have to worry about anything other than minding your manners around him. 

He tried to get your attention whenever he could, coming up with reasons to talk to you but due to the air conditioning and the promise of a refreshing drink the cantina was often packed, filled with tourists and locals alike, trying to refute the summer heat, meaning that you often had little time for him, once again filling Steve with memories of double dates with Bucky back in the forties. Of trying to get their attention which was always focussed on Bucky instead of scrawny little Steve. But soon enough, he promised himself, you would be all his. Real Soon.

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The days passed slowly for you too, despite you being so busy with work and preparing everything for your trip but finally, at last, it was your last day working at the cantina - for the meantime at least. 

‘I’m sorry Señor, but we’re closing soon, can I get you anything before we stop taking orders?’ You asked the strange American who had been coming to the cantina everyday recently. You frequently wondered why he was in Madrid if all he was going to do was sit in the cantina but he tipped well and was nice enough to look at if you had a moment in between customers. 

‘Trust me Sweetheart, there’s a lot I want from you but for now I’ll just take another Americano thanks.’ A chill crept down your spine at his sinister smile, although he may be attractive there was something wrong about this man and you barely managed to smile back as you walked away, the hairs on your neck standing up. 

You avoided the American as best you could for the next half hour before the cantina closed, but being the only one still working made it hard as you still had to serve him. Thankfully, the clock hit ten and you managed to kick him out quite easily except for his promise to ‘come back soon’. You made sure to lock the door behind him, looking out into the night as he walked down the street. There was definitely something wrong about that man, but at least you wouldn’t have to worry about it for the next two weeks. 

You made your way to the back of the shop, most of the cleaning already done as you waited for the man to be finished with his coffee. Knocking on the door to Mariana’s office, you entered slowly, finding her simply reading some book. 

‘Mariana? I just wanted to come say goodbye before my flight tomorrow, it’s pretty early and I don’t think I’ll see you before I leave.’

She smiled and walked around her desk, wrapping her arms around you. ‘Querida, I’m so glad that you’re going through with this. I think it will be very good for you, going back to New York. I only ask that you send me a postcard, something touristy.’

You laughed into her shoulder, not wanting to break away from the biggest maternal figure you knew. ‘Anything for you Mariana.’ 

‘Be careful querida.’

‘Always am Mariana, don’t you worry about me.’ With one last smile you left her office, heading upstairs to your apartment. 

As you unlocked the door and made your way through the small loft, your mind was so busy running through a last minute checklist for everything you still had to do that you didn’t notice that the window you had locked that morning was now open, the curtains fluttering in the breeze. You also didn’t notice the figure waiting for you in your bedroom, hiding in the shadows until his arms were wrapped around you in a vice like grip, one hand covering your mouth as the other held something against your neck. There was a soft prick, and slowly you felt your eyes getting heavier, closing on their own and the whole room faded to blackness. 

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You slept so peacefully on the quinjet as he flew you over the Atlantic that Steve almost never wanted you to wake up. He knew that it would be a while before you were this calm in his presence again but he could wait. He was a patient man after all. He landed the quinjet just outside of the city, somewhere hidden where it wouldn’t be found and gave you another shot of sedative before transferring you to Natasha’s car. If he had known that he would see you again in Madrid he wouldn’t have ridden his bike out to the landing pad. 

It was a real pain being on the run from every government, it meant doing their job was becoming increasingly hard but the team - or what remained of it - never complained, they each stood by their choice to help Steve against Tony. Ironically enough the best place for them to hide at the moment was actually in New York, one of the biggest cities in the world and the last place Ross would think to look for them, plus if he ever did, Tony always covered for them, claiming a fake sighting in another country, because while he was still hurt but Steve and the other and wasn’t quite ready to forgive them, they were still his family and he would never turn them over like that. 

When he finally made his way back through the city, back to his brownstone in Brooklyn, Steve was kind of shocked that he had actually managed it, he had actually gotten you, right where he wanted you. A smile came over his face as he carried you down to the basement, the modifications he had requested had been made perfectly while he was away. While the room had always been a guest bedroom, he had to make sure that you wouldn’t be able to escape and that he could always watch you, especially in the first few weeks. The new thick, metal door would be enough to keep even him trapped down here and if he didn’t know exactly where to look, the security cameras were almost undetectable. He lay you on the bed, tucking you in, under the soft light grey covers, and pressed a kiss to your forehead before walking away and locking the door behind him. As much as he wanted to stay and watch you all night, there was still a lot he had to do before you woke up.

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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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A groan escaped your mouth as you heaved yourself up off of your leather couch, the cashmere blanket slipping from your shoulders as you padded across the room towards the control box by the door. With blurry eyes you looked at the screen which offered a view of your best friend Charlotte. Normally you would have been happy to see her, you were both so busy that you hardly had time to catch up anymore. Now however, you just wanted her to leave you alone so pressing the button to talk you leaned in closer to the microphone and rasped ‘go away Char, I’m not in the mood.’ 

Charlotte’s ever bubbly personality however was not deterred by your less than warm welcome. Instead she smiled brightly at the camera, holding up a tub of Ben and Jerries in one hand and a bottle of vodka in the other. You let out a sigh as you buzzed her in, no words were needed, she had obviously seen his facebook post. 

As you waited for Charlotte to climb up the stairs to your apartment, you got out two glasses and soda to mix the drinks with, as well as two spoons. You had no intention of leaving any remains of the ice cream, deciding that eating straight from the tub would save washing up later. 

A heavy knock on the door pulled you from your cramped kitchen and to the front door, opening it up for Charlotte to walk in and pull you to her, wrapping her arms around you. ‘Gurl, I’m so sorry. He’s such a prick.’ Your tear ducts had long since dried up with all the crying you had done today, but being wrapped in her arms, her fingers running through your hair as she soothed you made you want to cry again. 

Why did he have to be like this? Getting engaged not even three months after he had completely and utterly broken your heart. Something about the way Charlotte was holding you brought back unwelcome memories of when stronger arms had comforted you, your hand enclosed in his making you pull away from her embrace, from the memories. 

Releasing you gently, Char lead you back to the kitchen pouring two generous shots with the vodka, however you weren’t paying her any attention now. Your eyes fixated on the little red label on the bottle. It was the same brand. 

You made your way through the crowd, sweat sticking to you like a second skin along with the two sizes too small, little black dress Char had forced you into. Frat parties normally weren’t your scene but you had just finished a ten thousand word essay on Anglo-American relations during the second world war and you figured you deserved to let loose. 

Making your way to the kitchen you grabbed a red solo cup before looking around for a drink. Vodka was your preferred method of forgetting the night but they didn’t seem to have any, only some crummy beer and some second rate tequila. Sighing, you were about to reach for the tequila when a voice interrupted you.

‘Looking for something darl?’

Turning around you were met with a pair of deep brown eyes that you could get lost in and a megawatt smile. Your mouth mimicked his, nervously brushing a strand of hair behind your ear as you responded. ‘Yeah, I was looking for the vodka, you don’t know if they have any here do you?’

‘Ah, so you’re a vodka girl? I should’ve known. Honestly I kind of picked you for the cruiser type. I’m Callum by the way, maybe I can help you find that missing bottle.’ He held out his hand to you and smiling, you responded with your name, taking his hand in yours. 

Your search for a drink had been a little derailed by the easy conversation that flowed between you and when you finally found a bottle, hidden under the sink in the bathroom, you had almost been upset, thinking that your “quest” as he had jokingly called it had ended. But instead of leaving you, Callum just grabbed two cups and sat next to you, sharing the bottle as the party surged on around you. 

‘Come on, drink up we’ve got a long night ahead of us.’ Char offering you a glass pulled you out of your reverie and throwing your head back you took the shot before pouring yourself another. However as you reached for the ice cream she had brought, Char pulled it away, hiding it in your freezer. ‘Nah-uh. That’s for later. The vodka is for now.’

Your confusion must have shown on your face as soon Char was reaching into the large duffle bag at her feet which you had thought nothing of at first. ‘You haven’t been yourself the past three months and now with that asshole getting engaged, I’m calling an intervention. We are going out and getting absolutely smashed and there’s nothing you can do about it.’ 

Char didn’t even allow the protest to escape your lips as she shoved a little red number into your hands with matching stilettos and herded you towards your bedroom. 

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Despite your many protests, three hours and half a bottle later, you and Char were dancing, sweat dripping down your back as the fluorescent lights flashed over the club. Over the night a few men had sidled up to you, hands gripping your waist, but each time you had shoved them away, uninterested in anything they offered. That is, until you saw him. 

He sat leaning against the bar, talking to a friend and looking somewhat out of place as he surveyed the room. He looked kind of familiar, but you knew that you would remember meeting a man that looked as good as he did in just a casual button up shirt. 

You weren’t sure if it was all the alcohol you had drunk but watching him awoke something deep inside you that had been dormant for the past three months, since that night. A blush erupted on your cheeks as you realised that he had caught you staring at him and quickly you tore your eyes away and focussed on Charlotte again, hoping she had missed the interaction, yet the glint in her eyes told you she had seen everything.

‘You should go talk to him, he’s hot.’ She yelled over the music. 

You shook your head as you responded. ‘Yeah and totally out of my league.’ Thankfully Char dropped it and let you continue to dance in peace with the feeling of eyes boring into your back. You tried to ignore the feeling of him watching you as you continued to move your hips to the music, getting lost in the rhythm.

Multiple songs had passed but the feeling of his eyes on you never stopped.

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Bucky hated clubs. He hated them with a passion. Yet here he was, practically dragged out by Sam and the others. His only saving grace was that Steve was here with him too, feeling equally as out of place as he did. Opting out of dancing with the others who had soon been lost in the sweaty mass of grinding bodies, he sat by the bar, nursing a scotch with Steve. 

It was times like these when he was annoyed that he couldn’t get drunk. Perhaps some liquid courage would help him feel better about being in such a different environment. He wasn’t used to the loud techno music blasting through the speakers or the bright lights that occasionally blinded him. 

He was just trying to come up with an excuse to get the hell out of the club when he saw her, felt her eyes on him. Even from this distance, he could see the slight blush that came over her as she realised she had been caught staring, echoing the red of her dress. Even though he was used to dames dressing more conservatively from the forties, he couldn’t help but appreciate the way her dress clung to her like a second skin, showing off her curves and the way her hips moved in time to the rhythm. He couldn’t help but imagine how they would feel against him, his pants slightly tightening at the thought. 

He couldn’t help but stare even long after she had ripped her eyes away from him, he was completely enraptured with her. 

‘You should go up and dance with her.’ 

Turning sharply in his seat to face his best friend, Bucky pretended not to realise what Steve was implying, shooting him a quizzical look. 

‘Don’t play that game with me Buck, you’ve been staring at that dame for the past half an hour. Just go and dance with her. If you don’t I just might, she looks like a good partner for more than just dancing if you catch my drift.’ 

Although Bucky knew Steve was only saying those things to rile him up, he felt anger flowing through his veins at the idea of him dancing with her never mind other things which he had clearly alluded to. ‘Don’t even think about it Stevie.’

Steve merely held his hands up mockingly. ‘Well you better act fast Buck because I think she has a few other fans.’ Looking around the club Bucky could clearly see what Steve meant by that, his girl had caught the attention of a couple other men. 

Taking his last swig of scotch, he got up off of his seat muttering curses under his breath. He couldn’t believe he was about to do this, it had been so long since he had danced with a dame but there was something about the woman in the red dress that he just couldn’t ignore. 

You felt another set of hands placed on your hips and turned around to tell the guy the same thing you had told every other guy tonight, that you weren’t interested but the words were caught in your throat when you saw it was him, the guy from the bar. Completely silenced by just how incredibly handsome he was up close, you simply turned back around and resumed your movements, arching your back a little more so you could rub against him. 

His hands were gentle at first, tentative, as if scared that you would run away, yet when a couple of songs had passed and you were still caught in his embrace, he seemed to gain some confidence, gripping you tighter and pulling you closer so you could feel just how much of an effect you had on him. You raised your hands, wrapping them around his neck, entangling your fingers in his hair as you pulled him closer in response. You could now feel his whole front pressed against your back as you grinded, his hands exploring your front, tracing your dress up to where they cupped your breasts over the red material. 

It had been years since you had danced like this, completely forgetting about where you were and just losing yourself. You hadn’t even danced like this with Callum you realised with a start, he had never liked going out to clubs with you, getting overly jealous at how the other men would look at what was his.

You could feel his lips on your neck, trailing open mouthed kisses up to your ear until your turned your head to his, replacing your skin with your lips. You could feel his slight stubble scratch against your cheek and suddenly you wondered what it would feel like against your thighs as you let out a moan at the thought alone. He took full advantage of your distraction as he slid his tongue into your mouth, desperate to taste you. 

You could now no longer ignore the growing dampness in between your legs aided by how his hot length was pressed right against your ass. You ached for some relief and so you broke off the kiss, placing you lips next to his ear. 

‘How about we get out of here? My apartment isn’t too far from here.’ You rasped, barely audible over the loud music. Your nearly lost it then and there when he started pulling away, shaking his head as his lips now came to your ear. 

‘That is far too far Doll, I need you now.’ As if to emphasise his point, he grabbed one of your hands and trailed it down his body to where you could feel him in your palm, achingly hard. 

The thought of this godlike man wanting you was enough to distract you from noticing the cool metal that enclosed your hand as he started to lead you away from the dancefloor and towards the bathrooms. 

Bucky thanked his lucky stars as he saw that one of the toilets was free, and pulled you in behind him, locking the door hastily before pressing you up against it, rubbing his aching member on you, desperate for some friction as his lips caught yours again. Using both hands, Bucky lifted your dress over your head as you started working on the button down shirt he was wearing, your fingers occasionally fumbling before his hands replaced yours and ripped it down the centre, buttons flying everywhere as your lips reattached. 

You traced your hands down his chest, marvelling at the muscles underneath your fingers as you started attacking his belt, desperate to get it off just as his hands slipped around your back, detaching your bra and shimmering your panties off of you, completely exposing your body to him. 

It was only after one of his fingers had started teasing you clit and the other was shrugging himself out of his jeans that you finally noticed his arm. 

As if he could sense your sudden realisation, Bucky pulled away looking to see if anything was wrong, only to see your gaze fixated on his metal arm. A sinking feeling hit him right in the gut. What was he thinking? Of course you wouldn’t want to fuck the Winter Soldier, not after eveything he’s done. 

‘You’re Bucky Barnes.’ You didn’t know what to say. You felt like an idiot for not having recognised him sooner. No wonder he looked so familiar. You stood motionless until you realised that he was trying to pull his jeans back on. Hastily you grabbed his metal hand, stopping him. ‘What are you doing?’

He seemed surprised by your question as he responded ‘well I just figured you wouldn’t want to anymore.’ You let out a laugh, your hand still on his as you led it back to the apex of your thighs, the wetness blatantly obvious. 

‘You seriously think I’m not interested now?’ You teased as you wrapped your other hand around his neck and pulled his lips to meet your again. Your teeth clashing in your desperation as his metal fingers started moving inside of you, his thumb teasing your clit as his other hand reached around to you ass, lifting you up off the ground. 

Bucky had to remind himself to thank Shuri the next time he saw her for the enhanced sensitivity in his new arm because being able to feel you writhe against him as you came nearly had him creaming his pants. He waited until you were coming back down from you orgasm before he pulled his briefs down and wrapped your other leg around him. Piercing blue eyes met yours as he slid into you easily, eventually bottoming out as he filled you. 

Never tearing his eyes from yours, he started to move his hips, slowly at first while you tried to get used to the new feeling of fullness he gave you. His lips trailed down to your neck, sucking and biting as he went, being sure to leave a mark as you moaned out underneath him. ‘Bucky, yes... fuck right there baby.’

Bucky smirked as he found your G-spot and started to pick up his pace, thrusting into you harsher, being sure to hit that special place every time. The creaking of the door underneath the weight of his thrusts had him worrying that the door would give way so he quickly moved you against the bathroom wall. The tiles were cool against your back, contrasting the heat you felt everywhere else, adding to the building sensation in the pit of your stomach as you longed for a second release. 

Sensing your desperation, Bucky moved one of his hands from around your waist and started toying with your clit, as he chased his own finish.

You could feel his hot lips against your ear now as he fucked you relentlessly. ‘Oh Doll, you’re cunt is so fucking tight. Like nothing I’ve felt before.’ His praise only added to the tingling sensation that you could now feel all over, just needing a little bit more to wash over you. 

‘Come on baby, I need you to cum for me again, I know you’re close.’ The dirty words escaping from his lips finally tipped you over the edge crying out as you came, his fingers still flicking your clit as he tried to extend your orgasm, his hips stuttering as he came, coating your walls. 

His forehead pressed against yours as you both fought to catch your breath, his cock occasionally twitching inside of you. Gently he lowered you so you were back standing on wobbly legs and pulled out, reaching behind him for a paper towel to clean the top of your thighs with. When your juices were somewhat gone, he handed you back your bra to put on and helped you back into your dress before he pulled on his boxers and jeans. 

You cast a quick look in the mirror as he chucked on his now ruined, buttonless shirt and realised that he had indeed left a lovely little mark right on your neck. You knew Char would not let you live that one down. You didn’t even realise him quickly bending down to grab your still damp panties and tuck them away, hiding them in his jeans pocket.

Coming up behind you, Bucky wrapped an arm around your stomach, kissing his mark gently, eyes meeting yours. 

Something was wrong though.

Instead of being greeted by his familiar warmth as you rolled over, the sheets lay in a mess, cold and empty. 

It was only once your eyes had been opened, the light causing pain to your overly sensitive pupils that you remembered. He wasn’t here anymore, and despite all your efforts, he wasn’t coming back.  

You must have forgotten to shut the curtains, too lost in your drunken stupor last night. It was the only way you could fall asleep now, the alcohol warming your insides like he had. 

Nearly ripping the bright blue curtains from their railing as you yanked them shut, you were made aware of the pounding in your head, fingers squeezing your brain. It told you that you had gone too far last night in your desire to forget. 

It was right of course. You had gone hard, drinking even more than you normally did. Yet you reasoned that yesterday, of all days, deserved it. You had been ripped open; burnt alive. Whatever little scrap of you that had remained was gone now; you were as hollow as the shell that lay on your dressing table, a constant reminder of him; of the trip the two of you took to Tuscany; of when he was here.  

The sea had matched his eyes as he lay in the sand, your legs draped over his as you watched the waves crashing against the shore. One hand tracing indecipherable patterns on your inner thigh, flesh meeting flesh, as his other held a book aloft, his eyes transfixed on the words written on those pages. 

Sweat dripped, rolling down your neck as you lay in the sun for far too long, held captive simply by his presence, never wanting to leave his side. He was here and therefore so were you. 

It was only after the last page of his book had been turned that you ventured down to the water, it’s refreshing coolness long overdue. He had found it in the shallows, the water barely reaching his ankle as he stooped, plucking it from the sand, buried under the water. 

The sun’s rays reflected off of its glittering surface as he held it out to you, eyes locking with yours. ‘A memento, for when we’re back at work. Tuscany will always be ours.’ 

He was right of course. Tuscany would always be yours; you and him, together. 

Tuscany held nothing for you anymore.

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His funeral had been yesterday. There hadn’t been a body to bury. There hadn’t been one for any of them. 

It didn’t feel right having a funeral. You hadn’t wanted to admit that this was your new reality, but not having a chance to say goodbye, no matter how temporary the others tried to convince you it would be, had felt worse. 

And so you had all gathered at the edge of the lake, a funeral pyre lying at your feet, a memento for each of those who had been lost placed on it. An African necklace, a US parachuter’s sweatshirt, a bowl of paprikash, a web shooter, a photo of you and him, one that had been taken that weekend away in Tuscany. 

They covered it with flowers and gasoline. Setting it out across the water, the shadow of the compound at your backs, looming, an ever present reminder that you had failed. 

You watched as it caught fire, your last shred of humanity burning along with it, grieving silently, arms wrapped around your stomach, trying to hold yourself together as the tendrils of smoke curled in the air, twisting like the knife in your heart, his name falling from your lips, a last goodbye. 

‘Bucky’. 

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