#howitstartedhowitsgoingchallenge

You peeled out to pursue the speedster, frowning to yourself as you waited for them to slow down for you. When you had moved to this town you had been hoping to get away from reckless idiocy.

The bike slowed down and moved to the side of the road, and you sighed when you spotted the couple that was straddling the bike. You did not feel like dealing with some horny moron who was trying to impress a girl to get in her pants.

“Do you know how fast you were going?”

He pulled his helmet off and you groaned.

The other reason you had left the city was you were sick of dealing with all the extra paperwork that came with being in the same city as most of the Avengers. Of course, the town you moved to had to be the same one their new compound was being built in, because you were the unluckiest bitch on the planet.

And here you were, staring at super soldier Bucky Barnes grinning at you like an idiot while you were about to write him a ticket. You hated your life.

“Oh, lady cop.” Nope, you were already over this. “Hey there doll. Sorry, was I going a little fast?”

You frowned at the cocky grin he was giving you, turning your disapproving stare to the woman on the back of the bike, who you recognized as one of the bartenders from the Kettle, the only bar in your crappy small town. This shit was so not what you wanted to deal with today.

“License and registration.”

“I mean, do you really need to see my ID, sweetheart?” He ran his tongue over his bottom lip and winked at you.

“Yeah, he’s an Avenger, Y/N.” The bartender was giving you a look like she was begging you to not fuck this up for her, even though this douchebag was flirting with you right in front of her.

“And that’s super impressive Sandy. But I’m gonna need to see a license.”

“Babe, gimme a little leeway here.” He was giving you this puppy dog look that probably worked for him most of the time, but just made you roll your eyes at him. “I left my wallet back at the compound. You can stop by tomorrow and I’ll show you whatever you want to see.”

Jesus, was this dick asking you on a date while his current date was sitting right behind him? You pulled off your sunglasses and gave him an unnerving smile as you reached for your shoulder radio.

“Hey Ida? I’m gonna need a tow truck.”

The way that cocky grin immediately disappeared was all the validation you needed, drinking in his scorn like water as you leaned back on your heels and wrote his ticket while he got off the bike and strode towards you in a fury.

“What the fuck? You’re towing my bike?” He had completely forgotten about Shari or Sam or whatever the fuck her name was as he tried to keep from screaming at you. “Honey, I was just speeding.”

“Without a license, apparently.” You ignored his incredulous scoff and handed him the ticket. “And it’s officer Y/L/N. Now, do you need a ride back to town, or can Iron Man come give you a lift?”

How it’s Going:

“Baby, fuck.” Bucky’s back arched him towards your mouth when you swallowed around him. “God, that feels so good.”

“Calm down, Barnes.” You pulled him out of your mouth so you could scold him, running your fist over his cock and giving him a wicked grin. “I don’t want to explain to impound how the window bars got ripped off, again.”

“Well, maybe quit having us fuck in the back of your cruiser, doll.” He groaned when you suckled at his tip again, before taking him fully in your mouth and starting to fuck your face on his dick. “Shit!”

He never thought he would have ended up here, with you. He’d never been more pissed than when Steve and Sam had to drive him down to the precinct the day after you took his bike, those two assholes giving him a constant stream of grief for thinking with his dick and finally having it blow up in his face.

What made it even worse was when you were hanging out at the impound desk, looking all kinds of hot in your fucking uniform and boots while you chatted with the officer who was working. Then Steve and Sam managed to figure out who you were, and started flirting with you like a couple of morons while he had to do paperwork. And you flirted back with them, not like when he tried and you just rolled your eyes at him.

After that he seemed to run into you everywhere. If he went to the park, there you were on patrol. If he went into town for a coffee, you were chatting up the barista he’d slept with a few months ago. Even running to the grocery store, he had to watch you take a report from the owner about some teenage shoplifter.

He finally got pushed over the edge when the team went to the Kettle for some bonding one night and he spotted some pretty thing in a teasing red dress, but when he went to flirt with her and ask her for a dance, it was you! You still danced with him though, rolling your eyes in the way you did every time he talked to you before pressing the front of your body to his and swaying to the music.

He wasn’t entirely sure what happened, but the next thing he knew he was eating you out from the back in a bathroom stall while you made some truly breathtaking noises. And when he buried his cock in that tight little pussy? He knew he was done for.

You knew his reputation, almost every single girl in your small town had fallen victim to his philandering, and you were fine with a one night stand to get him out of your system. But then he showed up the next day at the precinct with flowers and as much as you wanted to put him off, he was acting all sweet and sheepish and damn if that didn’t warm your heart just the tiniest bit. Plus, you’d been running into each other everywhere anyway so you might as well do it on purpose a few times.

So now the two of you were basically fucking every opportunity you had. You may have been able to put him off, but the man was surprisingly sweet and thoughtful on your dates and it just made you want to put out. It was a good thing you didn’t care about what other people thought of you, because pretty much every other woman in town gave you the murder glare whenever you two were out together. Even if you had cared, the man gave it to you so good that it wouldn’t have mattered either way.

Back to the present, the man was wrapping his hands in your hair and thrusting into your throat desperately before shooting his cum into your mouth with a low moan. You swallowed everything he gave you before releasing him with a wet pop, grinning as you crawled up his body and nuzzled into his neck while he panted underneath you.

“What d’ya think, Sarge?” You purred as you started mouthing at his throat, winding your limbs through his and grinning. “Ready for round two?”

“Just, gimme a minute.” He ran his metal hand over his face as he worked to reset, the way your tongue flicked over the curve of his jaw doing a lot to help him get hard again. “Alright, officer, pull up your skirt.”

You tossed back your head and laughed, the melodious sound of your mirth making his chest ache as you sat up over him and moved to straddle his lap. His hands skimmed over your thighs before curling around your hips as he gazed up at you, his breath leaving him in a deep sigh when you sank down on him.

Bucky groaned when you started to ride him, the feel of your warm, wet pussy throbbing around him making him crazy. He rolled his hips to meet yours, winding his arms around your waist so he could meet your lips with his as he sat up. Your hands wound through his hair while you writhed against him, tugging at his lips with yours until his chest rumbled with a deep growl.

His cock hit you deep and you gasped, your thighs squeezing his hips as he started driving up into you even harder. Bucky drank each of your soft wanton sounds like oxygen, those beautiful mewls like a balm that made him feel all warm in his chest.

“Fuck, Bucky, right there.” Your whole body was starting to tighten around him, a warm coil of pleasure gathering in your core as he started grinding against your clit.

“Yeah? C’mon baby.” He flicked his tongue against yours when you gave him a soft whimper. “Wanna feel you soak me.”

“Wow, what a romantic.” You tried to tease him but fuck, he was good at this.

He just grinned at you when he angled his thrusts so he could keep hitting the same spot over and over, biting his lip when your head rolled on your shoulders as you whined for him. One more push at that perfect angle and you were sagging into him with a sob, panting into his neck as you fluttered around him and your release soaked his cock so he could fuck into you even harder. It barely took anything before he was filling you up with a soft murmur of your name, his hands smoothing over your spine while the two of you came down and he considered how exactly to say what he wanted to you.

“Hey, Y/N?” He pressed his lips to your hair once his breathing had regulated.

“Yeah?”

“You… um… you wanna take the bikes up to the Catskills next weekend?” Goddamn it, what a coward.

You snorted at his question, sitting up so you could look him in the eyes.

Tonight was no different. Seeing Steve standing in front of you with flushed cheeks and tousled hair, you thought your heart might burst or you might start drooling - you weren’t sure which would happen first. Mr. Tall, Blond, and Handsome started making his way towards you, eyes downcast as if he were nervous. Was he nervous? Why would he be nervous to order a drink? From you, of all people?

He finally looked up at you, only to stumble over his own two feet. The blush that had just disappeared returned quickly, tinging his freckled nose and perfect cheeks with the most flattering shade of pink that complemented his sparkling blue eyes. The first time you’d met, he had a full beard. He was clean-shaven now, and although you loved the facial hair on him, his boyish face made him look like a Disney prince. It took everything in you not to swoon.

“Hey, Y/N. Long time, no see.” He let out a short, bashful laugh that made the butterflies in your tummy flutter. He scratched the back of his neck, not quite able to meet your gaze.

“Hi, Captain Rogers!” You judged yourself for sounding so eager to see him. “It’s good to see you. Been a while,” you smiled at him, reaching for a fresh gravity pint glass. “What can I get you? Your usual?” Steve typically started his visits with a pint of Guinness, and then depending on the occasion, he’d order either more of the same or some whiskey.

He began to pull his credit card out of his wallet. “You’re too good to me, doll. And please, can you call me Steve?” He passed his card to you and you put it next to the register. “This may be a long shot, but do you know how to make a Singapore Sling? We’re celebrating after completing a two-month mission tonight, and I’m craving something sweet.” Either you were crazy or Captain Rog- Steve, you corrected yourself - was looking at your lips when he said that.

“Well, Steve,” you said pointedly, “I actually do know how to make one. That’s one of my favorites.”

“No kidding! I hardly order them, but when I do, no one’s even heard of them. I guess my age is showing.” He sat down then, watching you grab the pineapple juice from the refrigerator.

“You don’t look a day over 103, Cap,” you giggled, winking at him. Since when do I giggle?, you thought. Who do I think I am? You managed not to smack your own forehead, though you were sure you’d berate yourself later. “But yeah, my grandmother introduced me to them a few years ago. They were her favorite, and they quickly became mine.” You passed the glass to him, peeking at him from under your lashes as you awaited his reaction.

Steve picked up the glass and raised it to you first before taking a sip. It wasn’t lost on you that his lips apparently were that pink before the bright red liquid ever touched them. “Gosh, this is perfect,” he nearly moaned. For what felt like the millionth time in ten minutes, you felt your face heat up once again. “Thank you so much, Y/N. It’s just like I remember.”

“It’s no trouble at all. I’m glad you like it.” He smiled at you softly, looking like he wanted to say something more. “Go celebrate, Steve. Let me know if you’d like anything else, okay?” You squeezed his hand where it rested on top of the bar. The action felt so natural for some reason, but before he could react, you pulled away, busying yourself with drying glasses.

A few hours and more than a few shots of Asgardian mead later, Steve found himself at the bar with you. He told the others he’d stay behind while you closed up so you wouldn’t be alone. You exchanged stories about your friends and families. You learned that his favorite meal was shepherd’s pie, and that his mom would make it for his birthday every year, even though the tiny apartment would be sweltering hot with the oven on in July. Funnily enough, that was your favorite meal too, both to cook and to eat. You told him you’d love to make it for him sometime, and he said he’d like that very much.

After closing out the register, you turned around to find Steve resting his chin in both of his hands, staring at you with what you only could classify as puppy dog eyes. You’d never noticed how long and dark his lashes were before. You exited from behind the bar, his eyes following you until you stopped beside him. “Ready to go, Cap?”

“Of course, sweetheart.” He grabbed your hand and stood up, wobbling a bit. “I’ll drive you home.”

“Oh, nooo, you won’t. You’re in no condition to drive.” He still held onto your hand and started to lead you to the door. “Besides, I only live ten minutes away from the Compound. It’s practically on my way home. I’d be happy to drive you back.” He hummed in agreement and squeezed your hand, a muted show of thanks as he clearly was growing more tired by the minute.

You walked outside and he continued to hold your hand as you locked up, carrying your purse on his opposite shoulder. Even though you were driving, he insisted on opening your car door for you.

The drive was quiet, but pleasantly so. You found yourself relaxed in his presence, something you never would have believed a few hours ago. As nervous as you felt around him, you couldn’t help but think he felt nervous around you, too, and as you got to know each other tonight, those nerves began to dissipate, allowing you to start falling for Steve, for real this time.

“Y/N?” You glanced over at Steve who you thought had been asleep. In fact, he’d been watching you, memorizing your profile and trying to gather the courage to say what was on his mind.

“Steve?”

“You’re so pretty,” he cooed, reaching to brush your cheek with his thumb. “I mean, you’re more than that. You’re beautiful, you’re smart, you’re- dammit.”

You put the car in park since Steve decided to begin his confession just as you were pulling up to his apartment building. He clearly was having a difficult time, undoubtedly worsened by the otherworldly alcohol in his system. You turned to look at him, reaching for his hand, encouraging him to continue.

He took a deep breath, covering your hand with both of his. “What I’m trying to say is, I think you’re lovely and I’ve liked you for quite some time. Would you maybe wanna go out to dinner sometime?” The way his eyes twinkled as they searched your face told you he’d lasso the moon and pull it down for you if you asked him to.

You leaned forward, cupping his cheek with your other hand, to kiss his forehead. “I’d love that, Steve.” The smile on his face could have melted the very ice that once entrapped him. He gave you a soft kiss on the cheek, and you stayed like that for a moment, enjoying the feel of each other so close.

You exchanged numbers, Steve asking you to text him when you arrived home and you promising you would do just that. He reached into his pocket, but to his surprise, his keys were nowhere to be found. He leaned forward, lightly smacking his head on the dashboard. “I hate to ruin this moment, sweetheart, but I must have left my keys in the office building on the other side of campus. I’ll just walk over, okay? Text me when you’re home?” He moved to open his door.

“Steve, don’t be ridiculous,” you chided with a laugh. “It’ll take 30 seconds to drive you over there.” You grabbed his hand, urging him to stay seated.

The drive was quick, and Steve ran in and out of the office even quicker, keys to his apartment in hand. You drove him back to the apartment building again. “I don’t think I forgot anything else now,” he laughed more to himself than to you. “Thank you so much for everything. Good night, Y/N.” He exited the car and before you lost your nerve, so did you.

“Wait!” You followed after him, and he stopped in his tracks. “I forgot something this time.” You stood on your tiptoes and reached for his face, planting your lips on his. Steve’s eyebrows raised in surprise, but he instantly relaxed into you, putting one hand on the side of your neck and the other on your waist.

How it’s going...

You heard your phone ringing in the kitchen, having left it out there to time when the shepherd’s pie would be done baking. You answered immediately after reading the caller ID. “Hey, honey. Everything okay?”

“Hi, sweetheart. Everything’s all right. I can’t wait to see you. Listen, are you home already?”

“Yeah, I took off today, actually. I made you dinner. Are you calling because you forgot your keys?”

“Yes, actually,” he sighed with relief. “I’m glad to know I didn’t lose them. Tony would have been annoyed with me… again.”

Whenever you saw an opportunity to tease Steve, you took it. “It seems you’re becoming forgetful in your advanced age, Old Man Rogers.”

He hummed, the tone of his voice a shade lower than a moment ago. “That’s real funny, sweetheart. I don’t think you were calling me old last night or even this morning, as a matter of fact. I had no trouble keeping up with you then.”

“Steven Grant! Why, I never,” you replied with your best Southern belle impression. Your face suddenly felt warm to the touch, and it wasn’t because the oven was on.

He barked out a laugh. “Maybe I’ll have to remind you how old I’m not when I get home. I’ll see you in an hour, Mrs. Rogers.”

Any reminder that you were married to this man made your heart sing. “I love you, Steve.”

“Yes, I understand that, but that’s not what my policy says… What?! How can it be an act of god? A man literally threw my car!… You can’t be serious, you really consider any damage caused by Thor to be an act of god?… Yea, no. I get that he’s called the god of thunder, but he’s technically a fucking alien and my policy covers that and anything caused by heroes and villains... Well that’s just great, thanks for nothing.”

You end the call, let out a frustrated scream and throw your phone across the room, thankfully it landed safely on your couch. A majority of your one day off was spent on the phone with your insurance company, getting transferred from one department to another, and being put on hold for twenty minutes, all because Thor decided to use your car as a weapon against some invading alien force. While you’re thankful that the Avengers were able to save the day, it wasn’t so great finding out that you had to pay towing fees because of where your car landed, and now finding out that your insurance wasn’t going to pay out because it was Thor who threw your car, had it been Iron Man or any other Avenger then of course your insurance would have gladly paid. So much for being like a good neighbor.

Full of righteous anger and channeling the souls of a thousand Karens, you gather up and shove all of your paperwork into your purse and march down to the Avengers tower, determined to make someone there pay for your damages. Somehow the universe was determined to keep you in a shitty mood as a man continuously grabbed your ass on the train ride, it only took three stops before you found yourself hitting him with your purse while screaming profanities about consent and personal space. You're sure you probably looked and sounded like a crazy person.

Afterwards you’re forced to walk several blocks to the Avengers tower, because even though it was completely justified, the cops kicked you off the train instead of Mr. Grabby Hands. Fuck the police. You try your best to look at the bright side, maybe a nice long walk will give you enough time to cool down a bit and not bite the head off some poor receptionist that’s just doing their job.

Unfortunately, the universe had other plans. The entrance of the Avengers Tower stands before you, only a glass door etched with the Avengers logo stands between you and hopefully some financial compensation for Thor throwing your car like a damn frisbee. As you open the door, even before you feel the cool air of the building’s air conditioning hit you, you crash into what feels like a brick wall. A brick wall and what smells like a pineapple and mango smoothie.

“What in the actual living fuck?!” You yell, as you look down at the orange colored drink dripping down your chest. “Are you fucking kidding me right now?!”

Two shocked super soldiers and Captain America himself, Sam Wilson, stand before you, apologies flowing from the three men like a waterfall. In your anger, it takes you a moment to realize that Bucky Barnes had taken off his shirt and was using his shirt to try and clean up the mess.

Your anger starts to fade as you watch a shirtless Bucky Barnes standing in front of you, rubbing your chest with his discarded shirt, spouting apologies in several different languages. It’s one of those moments that feels like it lasts forever but in reality it’s only a few seconds.

The sound of Steve Rogers clearing his throat and Sam Wilson’s attempt at holding back his laughter is what breaks the spell between you and Bucky, it’s not long before he starts apologizing for touching you, telling you how much he respects women, and offering to pay to have your shirt dry cleaned, even offering his own ruined shirt to you. As you watch the famed assassin trip over his words trying to fix the situation and awkwardly rant, it’s strange to say this about someone you just met, especially one that was practically giving you a breast exam on a busy New York sidewalk, but it was like every part of you was telling you that this gorgeous bumbling man was The One™️

—//—//—//—

“…and that’s how I met your father.”

“So if uncle Thor didn’t break your car, you wouldn’t have met daddy?” your daughter, Lucy, sleepily asked.

“That’s right, sweetheart,” Bucky answers, tucking her in, “and he loves to brag about it, I bet if you ask him about it next time you see him, he’ll tell you all about it”

Lucy sleepily nods as she drifts off into sleep, you place a kiss on her forehead and wish her sweet dreams, Bucky does the same before you both leave her room and make your way to your shared bedroom.

“She really loves hearing that story doesn’t she?” Bucky asks as you both get into bed.

“It's a sweet story, me as the angry beast being soothed by you, the beauty, of the tale” you chuckle, “plus, it’s always fun telling her that you have no game whatsoever,” you laugh.

Bucky tries to act offended, “Hey now, I do too have game, I landed you, didn’t I?”, but he can’t hide that smile of his, the one that still makes your heart flutter.

“You did, with the help of a smoothie that let you get to second base in front of the Avengers tower before learning my name,” you tease. “Was that your secret to getting all the pretty dames back in the forties?” You laugh