#veluques

almost seven months ago, nick fury had been kind enough to drop another important task on you. mentor captain rogers. it was heavy at first, teaching a war veteran who was actually the same age as you all about the world and it's drastic changes since the 1940s. but as you got to know him and work with him and eat with him and see movies with him and go shopping with him, it got a whole bunch easier. yet not with your friends barking down your ear how handsome he was.

and it took every fibre in your being not to act upon that fact. because he was just handsome. he was sweet, and kind, and caring, and charming and all the right things, but you couldn't. your boss depended on you to take this seriously, and it would be unprofessional to do otherwise.

so about once every week, you do a run-down of all the new topics and learned and all the new topics he could learn, like right now.

"uhh... michael jackson! you should definitely know him, he's like one of the greats."

laying sprawled out on the couch of the S.H.I.E.L.D compound with your legs thrown over steve's lap was a lot more comfortable than you thought it would be. "I've heard of him, don't know much of his work though." steve responded, scribbling down the musicians name in his small notepad.

he sat at the bottom end of the sofa, rubbing an absentminded hand over your calf, waiting for you to name another as you held your phone over your face, searching through your playlists like a files room.

"do you know fleetwood mac? stevie nicks and all them?" you moved your phone slightly, peering at him as he shook his head, jotting down the band again. "god that's so upsetting." you muttered lightly, continuing scrolling through the lists of songs. he scoffed quietly, tipping the top of the screen down so you could see his face that was etched in confusion. "how so?"

you smirked at him, lifting your body up to lean against the couches armrest. "well it's just kinda sad how you've never heard such great music before, i mean... silver springs, the chain and dream are all fantastic songs that you have never even heard of, let alone listened to, so it's pretty clear you haven't found good music yet." he shrugged his shoulders and shook his head in disbelief, laughing as he did so.

"i've been here eight months with sam constantly giving me new sources of media to consume. trust me, I've found good music."

his confident expression almost made your knees weak, lucky you were sat across the sofa. "really? like what?" you challenged him, tilting your head to tease him, edging him on to take your bait. "nirvana, acdc, queen, the eagles, kate bush." he listed them off with ease, smiling at you while doing so. "any more?"

he pursed his lips, before nodding his head and continuing. "david bowie, radiohead, oasis, blur, the beatles, lauryn hill, metallica." your brows raised, and a surprised gaze played across your face. metallica. huh. you wouldn't have pictured him to like them. "what was that last one?" he smiled slyly at you, his fingers now following a steady flow of drawing spirals on your leg. "metallica?"

you nodded, folding your arms across your chest and gesturing to further explain. "yeah i like them, and i think they're music is a very different to what i know, i guess that's why i took an interest in them." you laughed at him slowly, a small chuckle escaping your lips.

"i like em too, what's your favourite song? mine would probably be enter sandman." steve hummed in agreement, stroking his chin in a train of thought. "master of puppets. i even learned it on guitar." his words made you scoff and your sure he gave himself whiplash with how fast he turned his head to look at you. "now what?"

you shook your head, grinning at him. "nothing! i just - didn't expect you to play the guitar is all. didn't know you had it in you." steve smiled at you, unaware of the heat pooling in your chest and in your stomach. dirty thoughts swirling in your mind, picturing his fingers playing with the strings of a guitar, then playing with your pussy like a fucking toy, having you however he wanted. it was disgusting, and the image of his hands drawing patterns into the fabric of your jeans right infront of you drove you insane.

it was vile. it was gruelling. it was sickening. it was - "well after i came out of the ice i had a lot of time to myself, y'know, recovering and stuff. so i taught myself how to play one of the best songs in the world." steve pulled you from your mind and you caught his eye, awaiting an answer. you stood abruptly, hoping to clear your mind in a new atmosphere. "come on." you spoke smoothly, walking past his body on the couch.

he followed soon after, catching up quickly. "where are we going?" the blonde asked, casting you a questioning look. you exhaled heavily, leading him farther away from the living area. "my office. you're in dire need of finding a better song to call 'best in the world.'" he snickered at you, figuring out the path to your office. "and you have music in there?"

"of course i do. cds upon cds upon cds of beautiful songs."

the office was cold, with metal filing cabinets against the walls and a large desk in the middle covered in stacks of papers and folders. dim light casted through windows from behind the table, so you moved to turn on the small desk lamp. "cozy" steve mumbled.

two large shelves on the wall held a large sum of cds and cassettes, all organised into alphabetical order. as you beelined for that, the large man found his way around your desk, picking through bundles of sheets and examining reports. you flicked through the abcs and found your way to the middle, finding your disc of choice.

'the only exception' - paramore.

"found it!" you spoke, voice echoing down the empty hallways of the building. you pull the cd to your chest while facing steve. he smiles fondly at you, leaning against the desk as you giggle to yourself. "paramore. one of the best bands to come out within the last few years." you hand him the cd case and let him examine it, reading the song names from the album typed on the back of the plastic. he dips his head in approval, flipping it back around to look at the cover.

you bite your lip in anticipation, hoping for him to be interested in it. "looks good. any songs in your favour that you want me to like?" he responds in a sincere tone. you nod, taking a step closer to him and turning the cd over one last time, pointing to the song. "the only exception. it reminds me of you for some reason."

"really?" he asks, glancing down at you with an expression you just can't make out. "hmm." you murmur quietly, before continuing. "i guess it's because you're one of the few people from work i like, and i mean actually like because i don't make friends with anybody here." you look up at him, and he'a still staring down at you with his strong blue eyes with a smirk playing across his mouth.

you both pause, standing in silence as his hand wraps around yours that previously gestured to the disc. your breath goes shallow as he stares, like he's debating something he shouldn't do. he opens his mouth to speak slowly, as it it's paining him to do so. "and that's it?" you nod carefully, keeping your mouth shut. "no other reason?" he swallows when you shake your head, his adams apple bobbing slightly and you try to ignore the dampness building in your core and his husk voice.

"well, there - there might be one other reason." you whisper, breaking eye contact and instead gazing out the window to avoid awkwardness. his brows furrow but his eyes don't leave your face for a second, and he prays you keep going. "go on."

his voice is needy, yet you don't want to admit it. not when this could ruin the sacred job fury gave you and absolutely tarnish all respect people have for you. but you can't. you cant go on for any longer without him. you want him so bad, and right now its clear steve wants you too. "what is it? please just tell me." his voice breaks and it comes out a little whimpered, and all you want to do right now is sit on his face until the only thing you hear are those sounds from underneath you.

jesus christ.

your hands find the collar of his shirt and you pull him down like a fucking starved woman. your lips meet in a clash of tongue and teeth, but it doesn't matter. there's a chance you won't ever have this again, so you're making it matter. your on your toes, his neck his craned to hard it looks painful, but he doesn't care. not when he's getting what he wanted since that first meeting.

his hands are splayed across the surface of your back, pushing you against his body like he'll never feel you again. your tongue slides across his lips, and he forces his mouth into yours - something you hadn't expected from captain fucking america.

those long, rough, calloused fingertips graze the fat of your ass, yet pull back quickly like he's dancing on the edge of impurity. you moan unintentionally into his mouth, making his hands grip your hips tightly and a pained "fuck." is muttered quietly. But you still hear it. steve grasps the nape of your neck, holding you against him like he needs it.

the sound of breathy exhales and deep groans echo down the hall, and you only hope no one came in to get last minute paperwork. you try to hear it, his laboured breathing and whimpered whines, you try to feel it, scraping your nails down his chest through his button up and grip his biceps harshly, yet nothing beats the taste of it. his sweet mouth working against yours, like he's savouring it, and you are too.

his knee presses between your legs, and you nearly cry out at the feeling of his muscled thigh. "please." you don't know what your begging for, but you need it now. you rock against his leg, pleasing the ache in your core. a hand makes it's way to the bulge in his jeans -

its fucking huge.

his body stutters with yours as you palm him slowly, and a soft groan bounces of the walls. "god - sweetheart, y-you're so good." his words go straight to your head and you almost feel dizzy, riding his thigh harder like a rabbit. he lifts your body up with ease, hands placed tightly on your waist as he places you on the desk.

theres a pause in the air as you both catch your breath, a piece of saliva connecting you two as you were before. his leg is still between your heat and your hand is still rubbing him slowly, like two teenagers fucking for the first time. his chest is rising and falling rapidly while you lean against it, and your eye catches the weekly mission report you're supposed to send fury tomorrow. "this is bad, this is so so bad." you glance at his concerned face, his head already thinking the same as you. "fury would kill us if he finds out." you whisper, head dipping lowly like a sad dog.

you're both still, yet the feeling of need still lingers in the air. "do we stop..? the farther we go the more likely he'll know and i -" his breath falters and bucks up into your hand as you press harder onto him. "shit. I don't want to stop." he says quietly, gazing into your eyes with such desperation you think you might cry.

you shake your head aggressively and your hands close around the back of his neck. "neither do i."

your lips trailed down his neck, sucking, biting and kissing all you can get your mouth on as his hands hold your thighs and he grinds against your hand. you exhale shakily when your other hands moves down to undo the buttons of his shirt, exposing more and more skin for you to get your hands on. when you get the last button, the shirt is gone immediately, thrown behind him somewhere as you bring both your hands to his chest and claw down it.

steve sighs in discontent when he loses the friction, but he grows more satisfied once your fingers find the hem of your top and pull it over your head, revealing your chest that's only covered in a bra. his tongue makes its way to your chest, licking and suckling all down your breasts.

you feel his growing tent and its urge for release, your hands just barely unclips his belt and he's already humping your hand, begging for your touch. he whimpers into your chest needily, practically having dry sex with your hand, you couldn't care less though, his mouth his hot and wet and it makes your cunt fucking drip.

his hips grinding against your hand speed up, yet you don't notice with the sounds of his moans ringing in your ears. "fuck, keep going, so beautiful sweetheart, you're so good, god."

both your jeans are still on, and he's blabbering over your tits, and it's so fucking hot. his work on your chest freezes and he lets out a guttural groan as his hips continue fucking into your hand while he comes, a large damp area spreading over his bulge. "shit." steve rogers, captain america, just came in his pants. and it was the most lewd, hot and sexiest thing you've ever seen.

you both catch your breath again, and your replaying that moment in your head over and over again to remember it well, because you will most definitely be thinking of it every time your hands are buried in your panties while you're a moaning mess.

steve swallows watching your face with slight embarrassment in his eyes. "i'm sorry, it's just uh.. it's been a while." he says slowly, a small awkward smile playing across his face. you giggle, rubbing soothing circle into his shoulder. "don't be sorry, that was so fucking hot."

a loud door bangs closed at the end of the hallway, startling you and steve. the following footsteps makes his head shoot up and look at you with wide eyes and an open mouth. "quick!" you utter quietly, jumping off the desk and pulling your shirt on over you head and fixing you hair.

steve takes longer, fumbling with the many buttons of his shirt and you know he won't look ready quick enough so you usher him behind the door, hoping whoever it is won't peer in as you sit at your table, pretending to be working.

the footsteps pause right at your door, knocking twice before opening it, and hiding steve from your view. you glance up, holding a pen over a page in a fake act, smiling at the person across from you. "maria! what are you doing here so late?" you question the woman, eyes following the sheets of paper in her hand. "hey, could ask you the same question." she says skeptically, looking at you with a funny look. "just dropping in some forms fury wants everyone to fill in, nothing special."

you nod along as she hands you the form, turning around swiftly and walking back out the door. "i'll see you tomorrow then, you too steve!"

having your body being copied for future printing was a bit of an odd feeling, but it didn’t matter anymore. and it really didn’t matter when she was planted with a gun against her head and had to shoot herself.

she did it of course, nothing really mattered to her anymore.

once their time on the ship got longer, people soon realised that she really didn’t care about what she did, and that she really was fucking reckless and careless - but that only made her more fun. her big personality on this sad ship made many people’s day, and she grew a secret admirer who wasn’t that secretive after all.

mickey watched her laugh and cry with her friends, her friend group at their regular lunch table were real funny, always laughing about something. sometimes he even found himself chuckling alongside them after overhearing a joke.

and he found himself becoming restless in his sleep the day after jennifer was crushed by that ice. he could hear her muffled sobs through the walls as she tried to sleep, and the empty seat in the lunchroom felt like an empty space in his heart.

y/n wished it was her instead of jennifer.

he could tell by the look on her face each time he saw her, it should’ve been either of them. they could be prinited out once again, but this was jennifer gone.

mickey soon found himself caring for her just a little bit more. on each mission they were sent on he made sure he was just a few steps ahead, and watched your every move with a bit more worry. he was glad he managed to get closer with her, but in this moment right now, he really wished she just ignored him like everybody else.

‘bu - but how did - why did you come back?’

her jaw was hung open and she was a blubbering mess, yet both mickeys had a slight smirk at the sight of her being so overwhelmed. mickey 18 had been printed out just this afternoon, and she wanted to pay him a small visit to see how he was doing. she really did not expect two of him.

the one of her rights seemed a lot more worried than the mickey of her left, so she payed more attention to the scared one. his hands were flailing all over the place and he kept stuttering over his every word - which made the other mickey scoff.

‘y/n i promise you, this - this was not intentional! but you cannot, you really can’t tell anyone about it!’

his hands were placed on her shoulders, holding her in place so she couldn’t run away if she tried. her brows were furrowed and she was gnawing on her bottom lip, something he really liked seeing her do. she shook free of his grip and backed up into the wall behind her, shaking her head at the two men infront of her.

‘so.. you’re mickey 17 -’ she questioned, pointing to the man directly infront of her, who nodded his head vigorously. ‘and - and you’re mickey 18?’ the second man only smirked, and dipped his head in assurance.

she covered her eyes and slid down the wall, sighing loudly at the situation at hand.

‘what are we going to do?’

mickey 18 approached her slyly, placing a hand on her shoulder. ‘we could always -’ she swatted his hand away, glaring at him. ‘don’t you dare finish that sentence.’

she thought about it for a minute, listing the pros and cons of actually doing what he was insinuating. she glanced up at the two men, one stood with his hands crossed over his chest and the other leaning against the wall with a hand covering his mouth. it was simple, one was sweet, soft and caring, and the other was rough, mean and hard.

it was eight am on the dot when you arrived in the compound, the sun was shining brightly down on you as you walked, the sound of your boots hitting the pavement echoed with each step. right now, in your eyes, this was a simple mission sam needed help on - nothing extraordinary.

but you were blissfully unaware of who watched you take your strides from the upper levels of the building.

‘oh my god there she is! she’s getting so close i’m so nerv-‘

joaquin’s face was pressed to the glass wall of the common area, where he eagerly watched as you neared the entrance of the building. ‘she’s gonna see you if you keep staring like that, and that won’t be a good real first impression.’ sam spoke with humour in his tone, clearly teasing the boy.

‘how is she gonna see me if im all the way up here huh?’

‘you do know she was an avenger right? she can more than likely sense someone staring at her, that someone being you.” sam poked a finger in the tan man’s chest, who had finally pulled away from the window and approached sam.

he scoffed at sam, and felt a pang of anxiety in his chest when his friend uttered those words. ‘well jokes on you, because i was a stealth pilot!’ he said, gesturing to the air force logo on his shirt with a smirk

‘so was she.’

sam patted his friend on the back, laughing as he did so. ‘for someone so skilled in tech, you are so dumb with words.’

the door to the room buzzed as it opened, allowing your entrances to be known. your eyes immediately found sam’s, the two of you breaking into giddy grins after in so long.

‘good morning cap.’ your voice was dangerously sly, sarcasm lacing your lips as you joked.

‘now don’t you dare start talking to me like a 1960s war veteran.’

you both laughed, bringing each other into tight hugs once you finally reached one another. you pulled away, eyes meeting with another young man behind sam. you smiled cheekily, watching as the he stumbled over his introduction.

‘good morning lieutenant or um - ma’am - y/n, it’s uh, nice to meet you officially.’ he gave an awkward grin as he shook your hand, glancing at sam briefly with embarrassment in his eyes.

‘ugh don’t start with that official bullshit, call me y/n.’

sam chuckled at his teammate, finding his new behaviour funny. ‘y/n i want you to meet my newest recruit, joaquin torres.’ he couldn’t have been much younger than you, maybe a year or so behind you in flight training.

you smiled at the fondness in his eyes, remembering how he once introduced you to bucky and steve the same way before the blip, back then you were the new recruit, who received all the snarky jokes and comments.

‘looks like you’ve finally passed on the bird suit, i am so not gonna miss red wing.

the two men shook their heads laughing, well aware of your feelings around the drone. ‘uh no way, i still got him on my new suit, you’re never getting rid of him. i never understood why you and nat don’t like him.’

you raised your hands in mock defence, chucking to yourself. ‘it’s like an insect following you around in fights, it’s annoying.’ joaquin and sam exchanged glances, tutting at your words. ‘hey i love red wing, just so you know.’ joaquin butted in, that boy really wanted you like him, but he can’t stand red wing slander.

‘suck up.’

his head spun to face you, a hurt expression etched on his features. ‘alright alright, why don’t we go to my office and review the mission.’ sam waved his hand dismissively, brushing off your comment towards joaquin.

‘can’t have you two having a brawl before we even get started.’

after you gathered in sam’s office to discuss the missions rules, actions and procedures, you eventually noticed how skilled joaquin was in his work, and how he looked more than happy to obey sam’s orders. he seemed to be the perfect fit for sam since bucky went askew to become congressman, maybe - just maybe, you could stick around to fill the space you were previously in.

you were currently laid on the large leather couch in the room, and was researching more about adamantium when sam suddenly left, claimed he had samples he needed to check on, leaving you and joaquin alone in his office.

the silence was peaceful, and you were content to work alone, joaquin on the other hand, was not. the poor man who was given the task of getting more information on the buyer was clawing his eyeballs out as he stared at his computer screen. he wanted to talk to you so badly, but he was just so nervous of seeming uncool that he didn’t know what to say.

luckily for him, you were the one who broke the silence.

‘i saw you staring at me from the window by the way, i couldn’t tell if you wanted me to notice or not.’ he groaned into his hands with embarrassment, sam was right. as always.

you peered at him from the top of your computer, laughing at his weird antics. ‘i’m sorry, i didn’t want to come off as annoying and i think your really cool - because you were an avenger and stuff -‘ not for any other reason. ‘and i was eager to meet you.’

a small smile broke out on your face from his sheepish confession, and you put your computer to the side. you soon found yourself in a deep conversation about the avengers, talking about who you thought was the strongest or funniest or overall best.

‘no way you think tony was the coolest! it’s obviously steve!’

‘absolutely not. you’re only saying that because you’re captain americas sidekick, iron man is way cooler than cap and tony is also cooler than steve. there’s no denying it!’

your efforts to defend tony went through deaf ears as joaquin explained why steve was the best choice. ‘let’s just agree to disagree, alright?’ the man finally stopped his endless rant about steve rogers and eventually agreed to finish.

he sighed softly, pondering more questions to ask you. ‘oh! who actually makes the best jokes. 3..2..1..go!’

‘thor!’

‘thor!’

you jumped up in joy as you finally agreed on something, the both of you laughing as you simultaneously said your answers. the atmosphere was radiant now, with the two of you comfortably talking about this random topic.

‘y’know you’re actually a pretty funny guy, even though i’ve only known you a couple hours.’ you said quietly, as you stared at his side profile. he was also pretty handsome too, but you weren’t gonna tell him that. not yet anyway.

joaquin felt his ego inflate at your words, and the tips of his ears redden, and he only prayed you didn’t notice it. he left his spot at the desk a while ago and was now sat beside you on the couch, with your laptop forgotten about on the coffee table.

you two had also gotten closer with all the jumping and moving about you did, so now you’re placed directly infront of him with your hands on his knees which were almost tucked to his chest.

‘well you’re actually better than what everyone made you out to be.’ he admitted yet still in a taunting tone.

you raised a brow at his comment, curious about how others talk about you. ‘oh? how so?’ your response came out slowly, questioning his words.

he shook his head bashfully, while thinking about what to say. ‘i don’t know how to say it, i guess you’re just.. perfect.’ you laughed at his wording, trying to bring your hopes back down because there was no way he thought that highly of you.

‘you really think so?’

he hadn’t realised the true meaning behind his sentence until you said that, but he did infact mean it. he really did think you were perfect. his breath caught in his throat as he looked in your eyes, nodding as a reply. he really hoped you didn’t notice his face heating up.

‘yeah.’

he reached out to push a strand of your hair behind your ear, lightly caressing your jaw as he did so. the two of you leaned in, getting closer as you nearly met in the middle. he was right there, if either of you moved an inch you would -

‘cmon guys, we gotta head to this base to get some samples and away from all distractions’ sam bursted through the door, gathering his bag and suit as he walked in. he was loud and authoritative, and real glad he put a stop to whatever you were about to do.

you leapt from your seat on the couch, slightly embarrassed at what you were doing. ‘i’ll get my gear from my car and meet you guys in the parking lot.’

once you left the room and left the two men in silence, they both stared at each other in annoyance and disbelief.

‘man i cannot believe you did that.’

‘i can’t believe you did that! i was so close!’ joaquin threw his hands in the air, bothered by his friend’s interruption. sam shook his head at the dark haired man, acting like a single father trying to parent his teenager.

‘is this why you were overly enthusiastic about her joining us?’