Good Man, Perfect Soldier

Captain Steve Rogers The First Avenger. MCU only || accepts all Marvel verses || Multi-Verse || Multi-Ship || biromantic, heterosexual || 21 + || NSFW content tracking; captainworthy

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"Hey Steve, I have a question. Ever been called 'Captain' during sex? Just curious for uh, scientific purposes."

Once. I think it was, “Oh Captain, my Captain”... >///> 

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Closed Starter

      “Again.”

            “I can do  b e t t e r .”

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Steve could see Pietro was really pushing himself during their training, and it made him proud to see a soldier, an Avenger, working so diligently for the cause. 

But, it was about time for a break. “Alright, Maximoff, that’s enough. C’mon lets go for a drink and loosen up a bit before we head home.”

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Ireland has officially become the first nation on Earth to legalize same-sex marriage via popular vote 

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//Yus!

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Wait– this means we actually write one, right? I’m not sure.

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//I dunno.

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xD

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His eyes became more used to the lack of light, becoming more at home in their pitch confines. He could see the glimmer of her eyes from the tiny crack in the door frame, could barely make out the smooth shape of her lips as she spoke.

“Good”, he whispered happy to have been of some help to her.

He leaned in closer, until their breath became a singularity and the petals of her lips were just out of reach, “Jessica… you know I–”

Suddenly the small room was invaded by a blinding flash of light, and a distinct * click whirrr* could be heard amoung a torrent of laughter and voices.

“Alright everybody! 7 minutes are up! Put your clothes on.” Tony stood just in front of the door with an oddly primitive camera for someone so tech savvy.

He looked almost disappointed that they were fully clothed. But, as he pulled the small square photo from its metal sheath his face lit up.

“Aww. Isn’t this cute?” He sneered flashing the photo to all the other onlookers.

Steve pushed from the small space, giving Jessica enough room to also scurry free.

“Don’t be an asshole Tony”, he chided, before pushing through the small crowd and storming off into another room.

“And YOU watch your language!” Tony shouted back with a chuckle, “C'mon did they not have 7 minutes in heaven back in the day? Geez no wonder they called it the Great Depression.”

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Jessica’s face became flushed after Tony opened the door, her lips suddenly feeling dry from the lack of contact with another’s. She pushed past Tony out the door, watching as Steve stormed off.

She hesitated, wanting to follow but not knowing if she should. Her heart began to beat faster as she thought to just moments before, Steve’s lips mere centimetres away from hers, his voice soft and his breath warm against her.

With a sigh, she bounded off into the room she saw Steve disappear into, only to find him gazing out of a window. Holding her breath this time, she approached him, gently sliding her hand into his, stroking the back of his hand with her thumb.

Without looking over at him, she began to speak. “What were you going to say?”

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His jaw clenched in frustration. He was so close. So close to her, finally alone, so close to finally being able to say what had been on his mind for months.

Her lips were so close. Her touch was so close. A world of infinite possibly was SO close... if only he could reach out and grab it.

He threw his fist at the window frame and felt his frustrations grow at the audible crack of contact. He felt more in control while focusing on the pain but it didn't fix what had just happened.

He felt delicate fingers slip betwixt his own, and looked over to see the one person who shouldn't have been there. He was distraught. Unable to contain the emotion in his face.

She wasn't looking at him. What did that mean? Was this pity?

He was horrified.

"What were you going to say?"

He couldn't read her tone and it only frustrated him more.

What was he going to say? What exactly was his plan?

He couldn't think of words. He just stared down at her helplessly. He felt like an idiot. He felt weak.

He wasn't. Damn right, he wasn't. He turned her to look at him, and moved a tendril of her hair, slowly building his resolve.

"I was going to say..." he leaned in slowly, unsure. His lips brushed hers, only too early. He looked at her in alarm, he hadn't meant to be so forceful.

"Ah, I'm sorry."

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//Yus!

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Wait-- this means we actually write one, right? I'm not sure.

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“it’s locked...”

“Perfect.” Nat grumbled. This was totally not funny and she was gonna kill Stark next time she saw him.

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(ooc: wasn’t expecting that. Made me chuckle.)

He smiled to himself in the darkness, Tony really could be a son-of-a-bitch sometimes, but he couldn’t help but consider this an opportune moment. “Well…”, he started, brushing his fingers along what he assumed was her arm, “it isn’t all bad…” his voice was husky and low, as his eyes searched for her amid the inky blackness, “..is it?”

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Natasha turned a bit, her back now against the opposite wall. “Well…no…I suppose not…” She said softly, her eyes starting to adjust to the darkness a bit as she searched for his face. “Something on your mind, Steve?” She asked softly. They were still at the party, and Tony had decided to be an asshole and shove the two in the closet together.

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He bit his lip as he looked down at her the heat of her breath the only indication that she was looking in his direction. “Yes, well…it’s just–” his voice cut off in his throat. He’d given it a lot of thought over the course of the evening. The way she could glide around the room, lighting up each scene she found herself in, somehow looking as though she belonged to each one. While he didn’t fit in in this time. His mannerisms and way of speaking, constantly being commented on. He was the mismatched puzzle piece, belonging to a long since abandoned picture. He could never belong in her world.  But as he felt the sultriness of her breathing, and smelled the sweet headiness of champagne from her tongue, none of that seemed to matter. He pushed his pusillanimity aside, and grasping her face in his hands, tugged her champagne mouth to his own with jarring force.

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Natasha waited for his answer patiently. Wondering what he could possibly be thinking. She knew he was in front of her. “Steve?” She asked softly, just before she felt his hands on her and then his lips. At first she had no idea what to do or how to react. But slowly she melted into him, her hands moving slowly up his chest to rest on his shoulders.

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He pressed his body against hers, and his lips moved more fervently in his desire to taste more of her. His fingers traced the shape of her jaw, trailing down her neckline and along her frame like he was skimming the road lines on a map home. Grasping her waist he pulled her closer, hot hands stroking down her sides and up again, as a low moan purred in his throat.

He pulled away slowly, and touched his forehead against hers, breathing in short gasps.

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Jessica smiled as Steve pulled her to him. The tune was definitely comforting, and she wrapped her arms tightly around him, beginning to sway. She recognised the tune, having heard Steve softly hum or sing it to himself around the Tower. She began to slowly rub her hands down his back, whistling the parts that called for it. Steve stopped humming, and she assumed she had shocked him by recognising the melody. She had never actually heard the song, she didn’t even know the name of it.

She buried her face into his neck, breathing him in with a content sigh. For a moment, she forgot she was locked in a tiny closet. The closeness of Steve to her was also comforting. The smell of his pheromones burning in her nostrils. With a chuckle, Jessica pulled back and looked up to him. “This isn’t that bad.” Her arms still clutched at him tight.

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His eyes became more used to the lack of light, becoming more at home in their pitch confines. He could see the glimmer of her eyes from the tiny crack in the door frame, could barely make out the smooth shape of her lips as she spoke.

“Good”, he whispered happy to have been of some help to her.

He leaned in closer, until their breath became a singularity and the petals of her lips were just out of reach, “Jessica… you know I–”

Suddenly the small room was invaded by a blinding flash of light, and a distinct * click whirrr* could be heard amoung a torrent of laughter and voices.

“Alright everybody! 7 minutes are up! Put your clothes on.” Tony stood just in front of the door with an oddly primitive camera for someone so tech savvy.

He looked almost disappointed that they were fully clothed. But, as he pulled the small square photo from its metal sheath his face lit up.

“Aww. Isn’t this cute?” He sneered flashing the photo to all the other onlookers.

Steve pushed from the small space, giving Jessica enough room to also scurry free.

“Don’t be an asshole Tony”, he chided, before pushing through the small crowd and storming off into another room.

“And YOU watch your language!” Tony shouted back with a chuckle, “C'mon did they not have 7 minutes in heaven back in the day? Geez no wonder they called it the Great Depression.”

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AND THE HOOOOMEEE OF THEEEEE BRAAAAVEEE

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1. French Kiss:

Probably the most famous kiss there is, the French kiss is an open-mouthed kiss where one person’s tongue touches the other person’s tongue. Also called a “tongue kiss,” the French kiss easy enough to execute, but it can take years to master.

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“it’s locked...”

“Perfect.” Nat grumbled. This was totally not funny and she was gonna kill Stark next time she saw him.

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(ooc: wasn’t expecting that. Made me chuckle.)

He smiled to himself in the darkness, Tony really could be a son-of-a-bitch sometimes, but he couldn’t help but consider this an opportune moment. “Well…”, he started, brushing his fingers along what he assumed was her arm, “it isn’t all bad…” his voice was husky and low, as his eyes searched for her amid the inky blackness, “..is it?”

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Natasha turned a bit, her back now against the opposite wall. “Well…no…I suppose not…” She said softly, her eyes starting to adjust to the darkness a bit as she searched for his face. “Something on your mind, Steve?” She asked softly. They were still at the party, and Tony had decided to be an asshole and shove the two in the closet together.

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He bit his lip as he looked down at her the heat of her breath the only indication that she was looking in his direction. “Yes, well...it’s just--” his voice cut off in his throat. He’d given it a lot of thought over the course of the evening. The way she could glide around the room, lighting up each scene she found herself in, somehow looking as though she belonged to each one. While he didn’t fit in in this time. His mannerisms and way of speaking, constantly being commented on. He was the mismatched puzzle piece, belonging to a long since abandoned picture. He could never belong in her world.  But as he felt the sultriness of her breathing, and smelled the sweet headiness of champagne from her tongue, none of that seemed to matter. He pushed his pusillanimity aside, and grasping her face in his hands, tugged her champagne mouth to his own with jarring force.

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“it’s locked...”

“So it is…”, he leaned against the wall behind him, pushing the hanging coats further along the rack to make more room. “Well,” he sighed, “we could try and break the door down?” He slid along the wall to the floor and sat propping his feet up on the wall adjacent. “Or we could make use of the quiet.”

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      Lily didn’t exactly do well in tight spaces and so she was attempting to stay calm. When the coats that had been hanging in there were moved to the side it helped but she needed to keep her mind on other things. Sinking down to the floor she wrapped her arms around her legs and looked over at him. “Make use of the quiet? How do you propose we do that?”

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“it’s locked...”

“Yeah, it is…” he stared into the darkness trying to make out her face in the dark. He reached out with his hands, lightly brushing skin, though in the dark it was hard to tell where exactly he was touching, but at least he now knew her general location. “So,” he asked in a hushed tone; unsure why he felt the need to whisper, “what should we do?”

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Jessica suddenly felt Steve’s hands on her face, causing her to jump slightly. She reached out as well, feeling for him. When she got a sense of where he was, she dropped her arms. After his question, she shrugged, Realizing her mistake, she rolled her eyes at herself. “I have no idea. Can you break the door down, maybe?” She questioned in a whisper.

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His eyes slowly adjusted as best as they could manage. He stroked her arm, and smiled reassuringly, not that she could see it. Idiot.

He hummed an old song, and went to work examining the door and surroundings with his hands. There really wasn't much room it seemed it was a small square closet space. “I...I don’t think we can. There isn't much room to apply the proper force necessary. Best we’d do is break an arm, or give the other person a black eye.” He turned in her direction, feeling her hot breath against his chest. Her breathing was shaky, was she afraid? He slid his hands along her waist, and trailed them along her spine to her shoulders before pulling her against him and wrapping her in his arms. He started humming again, and stroked her long silky hair, stirring the scent of her shampoo into the stuffy air. He wasn’t sure what else to do. “It’ll be okay...”, he half sang, as he went back to humming the familiar tune of “Were You Sincere?”

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♈ (Shield Agent AU for this literally giant dork- his codename is Athos btw)

♫ (Sorry for the lateness of this. Been stuck on what to write. This was the holiday drabble right?)

He and Reinhold were assigned to a mission up in the Swiss Alps. Though, they weren’t Steve and Reinhold today, it was Captain and Athos, according to Fury code names were imperative for this operation. They were hunting down a couple high end assassins, and had lost the trail somewhere south of their current location. The wind was numbing and unforgiving, and as the sun sank below the trees the temperature dropped to dangerously low levels.The snow soon became blinding, a storm was well on its way, too dangerous to stay outdoors. The two soldiers checked the GPS and found the base cabin Fury had arranged in case such an emergency occurred. Inside they found warm blankets, coffee, non-perishable foods in the cupboards, and spare weapons hidden in just about every nook and cranny. True Nick Fury style, not a detail out of place.“This will definitely keep us comfortable for the night, until we can plan our next strategy.”

Steve took a quick survey of the lower cabinets and ferretted out a bottle of cheap brandy. “Very comfortable”, he said with a grin, flashing the bottle for Athos to see, and commenced pouring them each a small tumbler full. The assassins wouldn’t risk going anywhere in this storm, they could afford the comfort of a warm drink. He went to the living room and flipped through the collection of records. He pulled one free and was about to slip it into the record player slot when he spotted one already set there. Curious, he took the tonearm and set the needle onto the disk. His mouth broke into a wide grin as Louis Armstrong’s suede-like voice filled the silence.

“♫ I really can’t stay, (But baby, it’s cold outside), I’ve got to go away, (But baby, it’s cold outside)…♪”  Nobody could say Nick Fury didn’t have a sense of humor.

“You know I heard the original premiere of this at Frank Loesser’s housewarming back in 1944? Great guy,” he closed his eyes and let the music fill his senses, “great song.”

With a smile he walked over the the small sofa and lifted his glass in Athos’ direction, before taking a long sip, the heat of the alcohol pleasant on his throat and warm in his belly. He sighed contently. “Merry Christmas, Athos.”

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