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As he climaxed, he breathed out raggedly hoping to catch his breath. He was tired, hands shaking and body twitching. His the metal surrounding him cooling and sweating. He wanted you, more than just a dirty fantasy. He wanted to hold you, be told that he was worthy of you. He wanted to kiss you and understand just how soft you felt and how you tasted. His lust was consuming him but his love was swallowing him whole.

The next day, as he waited for you to address him, he spoke with some if the other items in the house. He asked them if they thought you would fall for him, if you’d think he was ugly. They reassured him, many of them telling him he was over thinking and that he should focus on the fact that you genuinely enjoyed his company.

Some of the comments fell on deaf ears but he appreciated the effort his fellow objects put into comforting him. He made sure to calm himself, steel his nerves before you approached his grate. You smiled up at him, asking if he had been well, if he had any new stories to share with you. Forcing his voice into a lower register, Hector once more fell into his persona of the suave gentleman who knew what he was doing. He laughed at your jokes, made sure to express his joy at the fact you had thought of him when reading a book. You caressed the grate in passing as you told him you wished you both could meet, speak eye to eye and finally meet the man who had been flirting with you. A mild annoyance threatened to bubble over but he quickly quelled it. You were curious, human. You wanted to know him and understand who he was. You were not threatening him but were trying to connect.

Hector apologized, saying that he was not ready for something like that yet. He wanted and needed time. He needed to figure out his own problems before he could reveal hisself to you and he was relieved when you accepted that.

Hector spent that same night touching himself. He bucked into empty air and moaned into his hand as he imagined you helping him. He fantasied the way you’d touch him, mold him in your hands and how you would speak to him. Soft voice, soft kisses, follows by you sucking on his skin with plans to leave behind hickeys.

you hobbled alongside yelena out of the elevator, dried blood staining both of your heads. your partner in what you could kind of call crime sighed before she took a step and softly said, "we're ok. it's going to be ok." with that thick russian accent of hers.

the mission that val pitched to you sounded simple- raid the vault for some magical artifact that belongs in the hands of doctor strange, and get out. simple. she grossly understated the amount of guards protecting the loot. this could have been a four person job, but no. it was just you and yelena. if it wasn't for your mutations and quick thinking, everything could have gone very bad tonight. you got the job done. after a lot of blood and brain matter spilled, you got the job done.

she suffered probably a couple of fractured ribs at most, while you definitely got the worst of it. too many lacerations to count, alongside some broken bones too, probably. you needed to drink some water as you felt like you were about to pass out. you walked towards the fridge as yelena sat down at the kitchen island.

"im going to fucking strangle valentina for this. talking about some-some stupid two person job!!" she rambled off into some russian tangent that you couldn't even remotely understand. your vision blurred as you tried to reach for a cup. "yel." you muttered under your breath. "and all for what? some stupid ass crystal? i can't with these dumb missions she gives us, i swear to the gods above." she went on and on as you put your hands on the counter to steady yourself.

"yelena." you said strongly. "get...g-get help." yelena shot up and ran over to you as you fell into her arms. "oh shit! oh fuck! barnes! ava! walker! alexei! shit, i need someone!" her voice faded away as you closed your eyes.

you woke up on the floor, with yelena and john kneeling on either of your sides. "you scared me half to death, girl. don't do that shit again, for my own sake." yelena sniffled. pain radiated through your chest and head. "how long was i out for?" you asked, slowly bringing your hand to your forehead. john looked at yelena. "I'd say like, 'round 6 minutes. maybe." yelena nodded. "something is not fucking right with me. i need to go to the med bay-" you started to say as you tried to sit up, but could barely make it 5 inches off of the ground as you yelped. "woah woah now. you gotta calm down. i'm gonna take you down there, see what the hell you did to y'self." john got up to his feet before picking you up, surprising you how easily he did so considering you were practically limp. yelena herself stood up before yelling out to you as you traveled towards the elevator, "you're in good hands!"

john put you down on one of the tables in the bay. "what exactly happened tonight? you got yourself fucked up, i can tell that much," he said as he looked for some bandages in a cabinet. "well, for starters, this was not a fucking two person mission. we needed like, at least two others. there were so many hostiles all for this stupid artifact." he nodded as he continued to look for supplies. "and then we couldn't even open the damn vault door normally, so i had to magic it open or whatever and it was so heavy. like, so heavy. i nearly fainted on the spot but we had to get out of there quick. so, yeah. got beat the fuck up, got out, that was it." john walked over to you with a bandage tape roll in hand.

"sounds rough." he quipped.

"i think it was a bit more than just rough, actually." you rolled your eyes. "got bruises all over your body, blood dripping from your damn head, and still got energy to sass me. crazy shit.." he shook his head as he leaned on your table. "and here i am, taking care of you, and you still treat me like a pile of shit." you sighed painfully and groaned. "ok. ok! im sorry for treating you like a pile of shit even though im bleeding out and hurting and probably have a sort of excuse." he sighed exasperatedly. "you really are such an idiot, you know that?"

"im your idiot."

you saw the gears momentarily grind in his head before he just muttered, "yeah, whatever.." as he grabbed a couple more things- a washcloth, a couple of antiseptic wipes and some pain meds. he stood beside you and stared at you, looking at you like you were dumb. "what?" you lowly shouted. "take off your damn shirt! i need to take a look at you, dipshit!" you groaned of annoyance. "at least take me to dinner first, johnathan, jeez!" you cackled as he went red, looked up and ran his hands down his face and groaned. you finally tried to sit up before your breath hitched and mewled in pain. he looked down at you and the way you genuinely struggled. "it hurts?" you painfully nodded. you mustered up all the strength you had left and managed to sit up. you unzipped your jacket and threw it on the ground, trying to ignore the baby blue eyes gazing upon you. you were left in a crimson stained undershirt and your bra underneath as he examined your arms and shoulders.

he ran his fingers up and down your arms, seeing if you would flinch from any possible pain. "anythin' hurt?" you softly shook your head. "no..." he nodded and took his hands off of you, leaving you cold. "you gotta take everything else off." you snapped your head towards him, opening your eyes. "everything?" you said. "well, everything except your pants, yeah." you genuinely wanted to faint again, right then and there.

"look, im not the one making this weird. just take off your damn shirt so i can patch you up. okay?" he said softly.

you looked at him in those baby blue eyes that made your heart skip a beat, sighed and then nodded. you peeled your shirt over your head, leaving you in your bra. you watched him try to avoid your chest, as he moved his eyes to your neck and then your stomach, looking for injuries. nothing except a couple of bruises. he moved toward your back, which was far worse. "goddamn," he whispered to himself. "is it bad?" you said, worried. "well, kinda. you have a really bad, deep cut across your back that's going to leave one hell of a scar and a bunch of nasty colored bruises. once i clean it up you can go." he grabbed the antiseptic wipes and started to open them. "wait. is that going to hurt??" you said, gesturing to the wipes in his hand. "not any worse than what you've been through tonight."

he held a wipe in one hand as he paused. "i, uh... i need you to take your bra off." he said, as monotonously as he could. you were too tired to argue as you knew he would just make you do it anyway. you tried to reach the back but your shoulders ached. "can you undo the clasps for me?" if only you could see the way he bit his lip and the way his face flushed as he undid them for you in one smooth movement. he then bothered to slide the straps down from your shoulders. "thanks," you whispered as he said nothing back.

"it might sting a little." as he held the wipe up near your back. "just try to stick through it." he put it to the wound and he was right- it did sting, but it wasn't too bad. he wiped your back, viewing all of your nasty bruises as you felt his eyes burn holes through them. "they'll probably be gone by thursday. the bruises, i mean," you said. "having a healing factor is pretty handy, y'know? he threw the wipe away as he finished up. "yeah, but the cut is pretty nasty. just be careful with it. don't put your shirt back on, it's dirty. just go shower and put something else on. he grabbed your jacket, shirt and bra on the floor and gave it to you, looking the opposite direction out of respect. he also grabbed you a small towel, which you assumed was to cover yourself with as you dashed back to your room. you covered your chest with it and sighed. "john?" you said softly and sweetly as he looked at you in your eyes. "i know we bicker a lot, but uhm. t-thanks for this." he nodded. "just doin' my job." you stood up slowly with little pain, as your healing factor had already started to kick in. you walked towards your room as john stayed back to clean up the supplies.

as you were in the shower, you thought. you thought hard. you had a lot on your mind. like how you and yelena were going to probably jump that bitch, val. like how you need to buy more conditioner. how you need to go visit stephen strange and ask him how important that artifact was that you had to put your life on the line for it. but at the forefront of your mind was how john acted towards you today and boy did it have you conflicted. were you being kind of an asshole earlier? man, did you hope he knows you were just kidding. maybe you need to lighten up on the stupid teasing. but at the same time, it's not like he's all the way innocent. half the time, he started it. probably more than half the time. so why? why did you always want to bicker with him? you shut off the water and grabbed your towel as you head into your bedroom.

you towel dried your hair (which probably isn't good for you, but you were too tired to care.) as you sat on your bed in an oversized band tee and shorts, mind blank as you closed your eyes and zoned out. you peace was interrupted by gentle knocks at your door. you waited for another knock to see if you were just imagining things or if someone was truly knocking- when you heard the second set of taps, you got up to open the door. now, at this part, it was nearly 3 in the morning. the thunderbolts were definitely night owls, but after 1 or so everyone usually just stuck to themselves.

when you cracked open the door, you were met with the sight of the 6 foot something super soldier with the strawberry blond mop.

"hey." he said a little too cooly.

"hey."

"i just...wanted to check in on you and see how you were doing."

"that's very sweet of you, walker." you sweetly said as you leaned on the doorframe.

"i can't tell if you're being sarcastic or not."

"why would i be sarcastic? all i said was that it was nice of you to check in on me like that. that's all."

you could see the corner of his mouth turn upwards as he looked away and shook his head. "yeah, yeah, whatever." he muttered.

he looked back at you again before saying, "but seriously. are you feeling ok? you need anything?"

"im ok john. i promise you i won't die in my sleep."

"ok. you better keep that damn promise." he said as you both quietly chuckled.

"goodnight walker." you said as you closed the door softly.

"g'night."

you walked over to your bed, ready to go to sleep, when you heard knocking at your door once more. you turned around to open it up once more.

"I, uh, wanted to tell you, look. this isn't a dig at belova or whatever, but, if i was out there instead of her, i wouldnt have let you get hurt out there." john desperately blurted out.

"joh-"

"i would have killed everyone in there if anyone got a hit on you."

"..john."

he locked eyes with you. you gazed into those dangerous, baby blue eyes with the slightest dots of brown in them. a couple seconds went by as you two just stared at each other.

"do you want to come in?" you finally asked, breaking the silence between the two of you.

again, he stared at you, this time trying to make sure it was real. he nodded quietly.

"i mean, do you want me to?"

"i don't know. what if i said yes?"

"then id come in and do anything you want."

"what are you implying, walker?"

"you're stupid, but not that stupid."

"oh, look at this. you want to come in my room, but tease me while standing in the doorway, calling me stupid. see how sometimes you treat me like sh-"

he grabbed your neck and smashed his lips onto yours. his lips were so warm, and soft, and the grip he had on you was strong yet soft.

"you talk too fuck'n much."

you kissed him back, wrapping your arms around his neck as his hands fell to hold your pretty waist.

you broke the kiss to only say, "that's rude."

"no, that's honest." he kissed you again, cheeks hot with red as one of his hands travelled down to your ass, cupping one of your buttcheeks as he bit your lip, your tongues rubbing all against each other, making the wettest, most disgusting noises.

you broke the kiss again, leaving him momentarily trying to lick the air before he opened his eyes. you quietly giggled as you said, "so, what are you trying to do tonight, pretty boy?"

"why would i tell you when i can show you better?" he picked you up and closed the door behind him, carrying you with one of his massive arms toward your bed. he set you down gently as he peeled his singlet over his head. he crawled between your thighs, kissing and licking your neck, letting out soft needy sounds that you could only describe as whimpers.

"tell me that i can give you hickeys...want everyone to know that your mine now.." he whispered in your ear before biting your ear love gently. "mark me up, soldier boy." you said with a devilish grin on your face. you gasped as he latched on to your neck, licking and biting and kissing and slurping all over, leaving reddened spots all over your neck. "aww, don't tell me you've been so mean to me every single damn day when all you wanted to do is give me some sugar, johnny?" you snickered as you played with his strawberry blonde hair. he nodded and moaned a "mhm" into your neck. " 'm sorry ive been mean...i was trying to hide my feelings, i guess..." he shamefully admitted before kissing your neck again. "that was so cute. hehe!" you said before he sat up.

"ok, now tell me. what have you been dreaming about?" he said as he pushed your thighs apart, making himself comfy between your legs. "well, a lot of things..." you cooed. he gently ground against your clothed pussy, making you softly moan, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand. "tell me, doll. tell me all the nasty things in that little brain of yours."

"ive been thinking of how pretty you'd moan when im licking and slurping on your dick..." you whispered seductively, making john lower his head and close his eyes as he ground harder against you. "ive been wondering how loud you'd get if i was bouncing on your cock. wondering if you'd get loud enough for the others to hear." he dragged out a moan. "jesus fucking christ," he groaned as he sat up, starting to untie his grey sweats before he paused. he snapped his head up at you, waking up from his horny daze. "you on birth control?" he blurted out. you nodded, "mhmm."

"good. 'cause im gonna fill this pussy up tonight."

he took his sweats off, leaving him in his navy blue boxers. his bulge was respectfully huge and left you hot with anticipation. you watched him as he peeled those off too, leaving his rock-solid dick hanging in the air. he caught you staring and of course it fueled his already enlarged ego. "like what you see, sweetheart?" you couldn't help but lick your lips and nod. his pretty pale coral colored tip drooled precum and softly twitched. "take your shirt off." he commanded and boy oh boy you have never followed a command that quickly- not even in battle, honestly. he peeled your shorts down, leaving the both of you hit and naked. he massaged your hips briefly before pinning your thighs apart and down, using one hand to drag his tip against your wet folds.

"im gonna put it in, ok? just tell me if it's too much, if you want me to stop. ok, pretty?" you simply nodded, waiting for him to put it in. he slowly slid inside of you, stretching you out as you moaned. as he bottomed out, he had you seeing stars as he just stayed like that for a while. he licked your lips before he slowly receded his hips then bucked them towards you again. the way you squeezed around him had him going insane. as he thrusted faster, you rubbed on his chest before resting your hands around his neck. "mhh, johnathan, j-just like that-" he was low-key kinda weird. he liked when you got federal like that and used his whole name. he groaned in response.

his thrusts got steady and persistent as he snapped in and out of you. your pretty moans rang through the room, mixed with the sinful sound of skin slapping against skin, with john's moans sprinkled in there too.

your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you felt yourself getting close. "john, please..im getting close.." you moaned nearly breathlessly. john nodded as his moans sounded melodic. "ahh, me too, baby. cum with me baby, fuck.." his thigh fingers circled your clit and that was all you needed. once. twice. your pussy clenched around his dick, squirting all over him, wettening his thighs. as you clenched, he kept thrusting into you, chasing his own high until he hit it, pearly white coating your insides as he slowed his thrusts until he stopped completely.

the two of you just stayed like that, air heavy as you rubbed his shoulders. "that was so good, john." one of your hands moved to caress his face gently. he tiredly smiled at you. "yeah. that was really good. really fucking good.." he slowly pulls out of you, leaving his cum dripping down your ass. he laid next to you on his side, arm draping over to rub on your boobs gently. "so." you said. "what does this make us?"

he looked into your eyes. "well, id say those hickeys on your neck means your mine now." he gave you a toothy georgia smile. "yeah, id have to agree with you."

the two of you spent the rest of the night cuddling and saying sweet nothings to each other, making up for time lost flirt-bullying as the world went silent. you slept in his arms and you slept in his.

much later the next day, when you got up to ava and yelena chatting in the kitchen, they both never let you hear the end of it.

"see? what did i tell you? she was in good hands!" yelena cackled as ava bent over laughing.

"i dont think you guys could have been louder, queens could probably hear you! jeez, didn't know you could get it on like that, girl!" ava laughed. bucky was sitting on the couch, shaking his head trying to block out the absolute filth he was hearing. you rolled your eyes and sighed. "you guys..." you giggled as you couldn't help but give into ava and yelena's chaotic laughter.

the end

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