It is not bad. I would love love to be his baby mama! I would have like 5 kids with that man if that's what he wanted. I just know he would treat me right!!....
Hi, I'm feeling sick, really nauseous and that always makes me feel a little vulnerable. So, I was thinking what Alexei would do to take care of Yelena when she's sick.
(I'm low key gonna pretend I'm Yelena and he's my dad cause mine sucks and it isn't able to take care of me)
Thanks for the request. I hope you feel better and take care of yourself!!! (It's what Alexei would want)
Sooo Alexei being Alexei is over dramatic and immediately goes into Dad Mode
First he encourages Yelena to take care of herself. He insists that she rests as much as she's able to
He understands tummy issues are never fun. He hasn't had any severe stomach issues since before the serum but he remembers how horrible they can be
Has her drink water with electrolytes and/or Gatorade
Pepto Bismol is a MUST and if she's disgusted by the liquid form then he gives her the chewable tablets
When possible, he gives her homemade bread to eat (he's convinced the additives in the store brought bread will make her stomach worse)
Plain rice or crackers if unable to provide his homemade bread
Gives her ginger and mint tea (literally ginger and mint leaves in hot water with a touch of honey)
Tries to get her to go on a small walk with him or at the very least sit out on the balcony. Believes the fresh air will do her good
Washes her bedding as he thinks the germs in her bed will keep her sick longer
Encourages her to shower and put on clean clothes
Makes either beef bone broth or chicken broth for her to eat with some plain rice
If unable to care for Yelena, he'll task another member of the Thunderbolts -usually Bob takes over in his absence
Is a strong believer in the tried and true Ginger Ale and crackers
If she's really sick and it's continuing for too long he'll insist she's seen by the team doctor but that rarely happens. Yelena tends to bounce back quickly (in part due to Alexei’s caretaking!)
Goes out of his way to make sure that no one bothers her. She’s essentially quarantined and off limits- so the other members have to sneak around to see her lol
How many languages do you think Alexei speaks? I feel like there's definitely implications that it's more than two at least.
Hiiii this is such a great question. Ask me more!!!
I agree that Alexei speaks more than two. I would guess he speaks 3 fluently and two more conversationally/casually (think someone who knows Spanish/Portuguese so they can understand/speak/read Italian and/or French) and an additional one that he is beginner with (like he can identify it written and orally but he's not super familiar with it- like how someone who watches a lot anime picks up on Japanese).
Not exactly a headcanon...but has anyone established what Alexei's power levels are? I don't think so, so I'll do it...
Examples taken from Black Widow (BW), Thunderbolts* & What if..?
Super strength: threw around heavy weights like it was nothing (BW opening escape), held onto plane taking off and entered said plane midair (BW opening also), able to break a reinforced metal door off its hinges (BW prison escape), held up metal plate thing over civilians to protect them from falling debris (Thunderbolts* NY hero debut), boosted Yelena across obstacles to help her save a civilian (Thunderbolts* hero debut), helped John lift a giant slab of concrete (Thunderbolts* team shot), held off metal restraint long enough for Yelena to escape (Thunderbolts* Void shame room), went fist to fist with the Winter Soldier [fully brainwashed Bucky with zero recollection] and it came out to a draw (What if..? Red Guardian and Winter Soldier opening fight), jumped to Goliath's full height from a moving vehicle and took him down [even landed back in the car no problem] (What if..? car chase sequence), boosted the Winter Soldier [similar to Thunderbolts with Yelena + a shield] (What if..? Vegas Goliath fight).
Tank: walked away from plane crash with little to no injury [Melina broke her leg and he wasn't even buckled in] (BW Red Room takedown), the entirety of Sentry fight [he got his ass thrown around more than anyone else and he was still conscious by the end] (Thunderbolts* Sentry fight), took a big hunk of concrete over his back and didn't react (Thunderbolts* saves little girl), survived car crash [re: straight nosedive into a canyon] with only a small bruise (What if..? car chase sequence end), was ran over by a car and didn't even flinch (What if..? Vegas chase sequence), took a punch from Goliath [absorbed through his shield but the ground still cracked underneath him] (What if..? Vegas Goliath fight).
Fast healing: took multiple tranq darts and still woke up in the flight towards the Red Room and needed to be tranquilized again (BW Red Room reveal), is still walking and fighting after Sentry [genuinely wtf? He was thrown through a window, directly through walls and had an entire concrete bar slammed into him and he could STILL carry Bucky out on his back] (Thunderbolts* Sentry fight).
Speed: chased down the Winter Soldier [who was on a bike] on foot (What if..? opening), and just to cover the basis every time he ran anywhere during What if..? [matched strides with the Winter Soldier]
Advanced hearing: heard Mel say the coordinates to Val's vault from inside the limo as she was actively walking away and speaking in a normal volume (Thunderbolts* Val and Mel limo drop off).
(Possibly) Long memory: remembered the coordinates Mel rattled off once (Thunderbolts* limo drop off and desert rescue), insists Shane wasn't a sponsor of Yelena's peewee soccer team [up for debate but he sounded so offended that I'm choosing to believe him] (Thunderbolts* limo getaway), quoted young Yelena about why she wanted to be goalie (Thunderbolts* Yelena and Alexei talk).
From what I've gathered, he obviously favors his strength and tanking abilities (the healing also keeps him from dying from all the things he does with his strength). I didn't rewatch Black Widow to make this but I think I have most of what Alexei did right (he didn't do much in that movie anyway). I forgot how much I enjoyed Alexei and Bucky's dynamic in What if..? until I rewatched it but it's definitely a fun episode that showed off more of Alexei's power range and capabilities. I'm also not 100% sure about the last one but it felt right.
I don't really have any notes on this. Thanks for compiling this! InshAllah this helps a fellow fanfic writer out :)
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artist!reader x sugardaddy!matt
chapter summary: you and matt have an important conversation the morning after the gala.
series warnings: 18+ for smut, canon-typical violence, age gap, huge wealth gap, AFAB reader, slow burn, semi-retired daredevil
word count: 2.5k
Morning arrived slowly.
Soft gray light filtered through the massive windows of Matt’s bedroom, the city outside muted beneath early haze and distant traffic. For a few blissful seconds, you forgot where you were. Then warmth shifted behind you. A large arm tightened automatically around your waist. And memory hit all at once.
The gala. The red dress. The car ride. The elevator. Matt kissing you like he’d finally lost the battle with himself. Heat bloomed instantly in your chest.
You were still wrapped tightly against him beneath the sheets, wearing his black shirt while Matt slept warm and solid behind you.
Or- you thought he was asleep. Until his voice, rough with sleep, murmured quietly against the back of your neck, “Morning.” Your stomach fluttered immediately. You smiled without meaning to. “Were you awake this whole time?”
Matt’s nose brushed lazily along your hair. “No.” A beat. “Maybe the last five minutes.” You could feel the faint smile against your shoulder. God, everything felt different this morning. Not awkward. Comfortable.
Like somehow one night had shifted the axis of the entire relationship.
Matt’s hand slid slowly beneath the hem of the shirt, warm palm settling against bare skin while he pulled you even closer against his chest. Possessive in the sleepiest softest way imaginable.
“You trying to fuse us together?” you mumbled.
“Yes.”
You laughed quietly. Matt kissed the back of your shoulder once. Then again. Little instinctive sleepy kisses that made your heart ache.
Neither of you moved for a while after that. Just stayed tangled together while Manhattan slowly brightened outside the windows. Eventually you rolled over enough to look at him properly. Messy dark hair. Sleep heavy voice. Bare chest half hidden beneath rumpled sheets. And no glasses. Your chest squeezed painfully.
Matt looked younger like this somehow. Softer. Significantly less guarded. His hand drifted automatically up your arm while he listened to your quiet breathing.
“Why are you staring at me?”
“You’re pretty.”
Matt groaned softly and dropped his forehead briefly against your shoulder. “You cannot say things like that first thing in the morning.”
“You were literally kissing my shoulder five seconds ago.”
“That was strategic.”
You snorted. Matt smiled faintly before lifting his head enough to find your mouth in another slow sleepy kiss. Completely unfair.
The kisses felt different now too. Natural. Easy. Like both of you had unconsciously crossed into a stage where touching each other was simply expected.
When the kiss ended, Matt stayed close enough that his nose brushed yours lightly. You could feel his breathing. Warm and steady. Then quietly, “Hungry?”
“Starving.”
“Good.”
Matt finally climbed out of bed a few minutes later and the sight nearly ruined your morning composure immediately.
Low black sweats hanging loose on his hips. Bare back and shoulders. Sleep-mussed hair. Yummy. You absolutely stared. Matt paused halfway toward the bathroom.
“…Doesn't sound to me like you're getting up."
“You’re shirtless and I’m only human.”
Matt laughed quietly under his breath. Heat rushed immediately into your face. You buried yourself dramatically deeper into the blankets while Matt disappeared toward the bathroom still smiling faintly to himself.
The morning stayed soft after that. Domestic in a way that felt almost concerning. You sat on one of the marble kitchen counters nursing coffee while Matt cooked breakfast barefoot beside you, one hand absently finding your knee every time he passed close enough.
Kisses kept happening accidentally. A kiss to your temple when he'd handed you the coffee. A quick one against your mouth when you stole fruit off the cutting board. Your fingers in his hair while he stood between your knees at the counter.
Everything felt warm and easy. Like you’d been doing this for years instead of a few hours.
Matt plated breakfast for both of you eventually and carried everything toward the couch overlooking the windows. You curled beside him naturally this time. His arm draped automatically along the back of the couch behind you while you both ate. The television murmured quietly in the background.
For a while, neither of you said much. Until eventually your brain unfortunately remembered reality existed. You sighed softly into your coffee. Matt’s head tilted immediately toward you.
“What?”
You hesitated. Then, “My leave’s almost up.”
The atmosphere shifted instantly. Not ruined. Just quieter now. Matt’s fingers stilled slightly against your leg. “You have to put your shifts in soon?” he asked carefully. You nodded. “Luis texted yesterday asking what days I wanted once I’m cleared.” Matt went very still beside you.
You felt it immediately. His jaw tightened faintly. His other hand flexed once against the couch cushion. Your stomach fluttered uneasily. “…Matt.”
“I know,” he said quietly before you could even continue. “I know I can’t tell you what to do.” Which honestly meant that he desperately wanted to.
You leaned slightly against his shoulder. “I’m okay.” Matt exhaled softly through his nose. Then his hand found yours immediately, thumb rubbing slowly against your knuckles while his sightless gaze drifted out at the skyline. Still tense. Still thinking.
You could practically feel it happening beside you, the lawyer brain turning over logistics and risks and arguments while his thumb continued rubbing slow circles against your hand.
Eventually you set your coffee down softly. “Matt.” His head turned toward you immediately. You hesitated for a second before saying quietly, “We should probably talk about the arrangement.”
Everything in him went still. The shift was immediate enough that your stomach tightened. Matt’s hand remained wrapped around yours, but the movement of his thumb stopped entirely. For a second neither of you spoke.
"Yeah,” he said quietly. Like he’d already been thinking about it long before you brought it up. Your chest squeezed strangely. Matt leaned back further against the couch cushions beside you. You tucked one leg beneath yourself on the couch, turning slightly toward him. “I just…” You exhaled softly. “This doesn’t feel like that anymore.”
Matt’s face softened instantly. The look on his face nearly hurt. “No,” he said quietly. “It doesn’t.”
Silence settled again. Warm sunlight spilled across the penthouse floors while Manhattan buzzed far below the two of you. Then Matt lifted your joined hands slowly and pressed a soft kiss against your knuckles. The gesture felt devastatingly intimate now.
“I don’t want a contract between us anymore,” he admitted quietly.
Your heart stumbled hard in your chest. There it was. Not arrangement. Not terms. Not expectations. Us.
Something emotional twisted painfully warm beneath your ribs. You swallowed softly. “Okay.”
Matt exhaled slowly afterward like he’d been bracing for resistance. Then his fingers tightened around yours slightly. “But,” he added immediately. You blinked. Matt’s expression shifted into something firmer now. Certain. Oh no. You already knew that tone. “Matt-”
“The contract ends,” he said calmly. “The support does not.” There we go. You stared at him for a second.
“…You already thought this through.”
“Yes.”
You groaned softly and dropped your forehead dramatically against his shoulder. Matt actually smiled this time. His hand slid automatically into your hair. “You’re not going back to pulling doubles because you’re afraid to let me help you.”
You lifted your head immediately. “I was never afraid-”
“Princess.”
The interruption was gentle. But firm. Matt turned slightly toward you now, one arm stretching along the back of the couch behind you while the other reached back for your hand.
“You got crushed under thirty bottles of liquor a month ago,” he said quietly. “You still have stitches healing. And you’re already talking about picking up extra shifts to make sure your rent gets paid.”
Heat rose immediately into your face and you looked away.
Matt’s fingers found your chin carefully and turned you back toward him. “I know you can take care of yourself,” he said softly. The words hit harder than expected. Because he meant them. There was no condescension in his voice. No pity or humoring. “That’s not the point," he continued.
Matt brushed his thumb slowly along your jaw. “I love taking care of you.” The honesty in his voice nearly ruined you. No games. No pretending otherwise. Just raw truth. You stared at him helplessly.
“And before you argue with me,” he continued calmly, “understand that if I had my way, you’d never worry about another bill for the rest of your life.”
You actually laughed softly in disbelief. “Matt.”
“I’m serious.”
“I know you are, that’s the problem.”
Matt’s mouth twitched faintly again. Then quieter, “You think I enjoy the idea of you exhausting yourself at a job you almost got killed at?” Your chest ached immediately. He leaned closer slightly, voice lowering. “You’re important to me.”
Your eyes burned unexpectedly. Matt must’ve heard your sharp inhale because his entire expression softened instantly. His hand slid fully against your cheek now.
“If you never touched me again,” he said quietly, “I’d still want you taken care of.”
Your breath caught painfully. Oh. Oh that was unfair. Matt exhaled softly afterward like admitting that out loud cost him something. Then his tone shifted slightly lighter again, though the firmness underneath remained.
“The contract is done.”
You nodded slowly. “But,” Matt continued immediately, “I am still helping you.” You opened your mouth.
“No,” he said at once. You blinked. Matt's thumb stroked your cheek, somehow still looking infuriatingly composed. “I know you. You’re about to tell me you don’t need anything.”
“I don’t-"
“There it is.”
You glared weakly. Matt kissed your forehead before you could continue arguing. “You’re keeping the allowance.” Your eyes widened slightly.
“Matt-”
“And before you say something stubborn,” he continued smoothly, “understand that I’m already considering increasing it now that I no longer have to pretend it’s tied to a contract.” You actually choked on air.
“WHAT?”
Matt looked deeply unimpressed with your reaction. “You heard me.”
“That is insane.”
“What the hell else is this money for?” he replied calmly. “Let me have hobbies.”
You stared at him in disbelief. Matt stayed completely serious for exactly three seconds before the corner of his mouth betrayed him again. "Oh my god,” you laughed. Matt leaned in then, forehead brushing yours lightly. His voice softened. “It’s different now.”
Your heartbeat fluttered hard. Different now. Not bought. Not arranged. Not temporary. His. And he was yours too.
Matt kissed you softly once before murmuring against your mouth, “You really think I’m gonna stop taking care of my girl now?” Your breath caught softly against Matt’s mouth and he immediately noticed. Of course he did.
One of his hands slid warm against your waist while the other remained cupping your jaw, thumb brushing slowly along your cheek.
“You can’t just say things like that.”
Matt’s mouth twitched faintly. “Seems like I can.”
You groaned softly and kissed him before he could get worse. Matt kissed you back instantly, like he’d been waiting for an excuse. The kiss deepened almost immediately, all the softness from earlier melting into something warmer and hungrier now that the emotional conversation had cracked both of you open again.
Your hand slid into his hair automatically. Matt inhaled sharply against your mouth. Ugh. The reaction he had every single time you touched his hair was becoming dangerous information.
His tongue slid across your lip, one hand slipping fully around your waist now as he pulled you closer across the couch cushions. You ended up half sprawled against him before you fully realized what was happening.
Matt kissed you slower this time though. Thoroughly. Like he genuinely enjoyed kissing you too much to rush through it anymore. Your heartbeat fluttered harder when his hand slid lower, and then settled firmly against your ass. Oh.
You made a startled soft sound into his mouth and Matt’s grip tightened slightly. Not enough to hurt. Just enough to make your stomach flip. You kissed him again immediately to stop your brain from malfunctioning. That was a mistake. Because Matt apparently had only so much self control left this morning.
One strong arm wrapped fully around your waist and suddenly you were being pulled directly into his lap. A squeak escaped you as you landed against him. He groaned softly the second your hips settled over his.
The sound dragged heat straight down your spine. Oh my god. Your hands clutched his shoulders automatically while Matt tipped his head back briefly against the couch like he was already regretting every decision he’d made.
“You are trouble,” he muttered.
“You’re the one who pulled me over here.”
“Terrible judgment on my part.”
You laughed breathlessly and kissed him again. Matt’s hands became shameless fast once you were in his lap. One stayed planted firmly on your hip while the other continued its assault on the plush fat of your ass. Your face was burning. “Matt,” you whined softly against his mouth.
A rough breath left him immediately. You were pretty sure neither of you were being careful anymore. Especially not once your hips shifted instinctively against his growing erection.
Matt went completely still beneath you with a choked grunt. Heat flooded every inch of you. You moved again experimentally before you could think better of it. He groaned low in his throat and dropped his forehead briefly against your shoulder. "Mh- Hmm." Okay. Okay wow.
Then his hands slid more firmly against your hips and suddenly he was guiding the movement himself. Your breath punched out of you softly. “Oh, god.” The friction was just enough to make both of you lose composure frighteningly fast. You could feel the slick that was steadily gathering in your panties.
Matt’s head tipped back against the couch cushions again while you trailed wet kisses along his jaw, both of you breathing uneven now. His jaw was slack, eyes pinched shut.
One of his hands buried itself in your hair. The other remained possessively spread across your ass like he’d forgotten all shame entirely. “You're going to kill me,” he muttered roughly.
Your pulse was going wild now. The soft sounds escaping both of you only made it worse. Little gasps. Breathless sighs. Whines every time Matt’s hands tightened on you. Matt sounded really affected.... Really affected. He kept making these low grunts every time your hips shifted against him that made your entire body burn hotter.
“Aah, Matt-” another soft whine escaped you involuntarily when his mouth found your neck. The second you whined his name like that he moaned against your skin. "Ohh, fuck-" he gritted out with a whimper. A whimper.
Then suddenly both his hands gripped your hips firmly. Still gentle, but stopping you completely. You panted breathlessly. He stayed buried against your neck for a second longer, trying very obviously to regain control of himself. Then finally he lifted his head enough to look vaguely toward your face again. His breathing was still uneven. His cheeks flushed. Wow.
And somehow he still sounded maddeningly calm when he said, “We are not having sex for the first time on my couch at ten in the morning.” You burst into helpless laughter immediately.
Matt kissed you again before you could get too smug about it. Deep enough to steal your breath all over again. But when your hips instinctively tried to move again, his grip tightened warningly. “Absolutely not,” he murmured against your mouth.
You whined dramatically. Matt actually chuckled this time, although it was admittedly strained.
“You keep making that sound and I’m throwing both of us into cold water.”
notes: short chapter, but it was a necessary conversation! matt's provider kink coming in full swing now that he and reader are together for real.
also not matt almost creaming his pants just from reader moaning his name 🤭 pathetic old man
I just had a devastating thought and I need to share it. Alexei's always so desperate to prove himself and show people he's capable and useful. I think this stems from his father who dodged getting drafted to war due to an injury that everyone's convinced he inflicted on himself. No one can prove it but they believed it all the same. And his father's bad rep transferred to him by default.. So for most of his early life, every corner he turned, every person he met, they treated him like a leech or no one worth their time. Deprived of any sort of validation, he became more and more desperate for approval. So he doesn't hesitate to sign up once he's old enough, and when the soviet super soldier program started looking for volunteers he's one of the first to offer himself up. Dreykov noticed how absolutely starving he is for validation and gives it to him. As much and as often as he could until Alexei becomes dependant on him for it.
Basically he's a sad abandoned puppy trailing after the first person who gave him any real attention.
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I don't agree with this 100% but I do think that something in his childhood shaped his need for attention and validation. Combine this with ALWAYS being compared to Captain America and he just craves attention. I think he always had attention seeking behavior (I think he wanted to be an actor when he was younger) but the serum made him slightly delusional.
Alexei has always had nightmares. Whether its about his battle experiences or regrets they only intensify and worsen over time especially since prison. So he doesn't like sleeping through the night and would instead take quick 10 minute naps throughout the day to compensate.
But when he does end up sleeping at night he would either wake up feeling less rested than he would if he just stayed awake, or end up in a completely different room. Also to keep himself awake and distracted, he consumes energy drinks and pills and watches crappy shows. Obviously this hasn't been great for his health but he's bad at asking for help and this is how he copes.
Thanks for sending this!!!
I agree that Alexei has nightmares and issues sleeping. The PTSD, trauma, and guilt prevent him from sleeping. He's able to get past it eventually but it takes time and lots of healing.
headcanons for reader in a long distance relationship with alexei and bucky? <3
Lemme know if I should do a fic or something giving an example of their group chat....
NSFW MINORS - DNI
SFW
You're in a long distance relationship and it's not by choice a commitment is keeping you where you are (school, work, family- SOMETHING)
it's going to take a few months minimum before you're able to move to NYC
Despite the distance you guys make it work
Phone calls, texts, video calls are super common
You guys also send each other letters in the mail.
Lots and lots of gifts especially from Alexei!! He often has packages delivered to your house
You have an instacart account that they both have access too. Their credit card is on file for it
Same with DoorDash
And Lyft/Uber
They love to hear about your day and you often send them a long message or voice note. They respond when they can
Constantly sharing memes, Tik Tok, reels etc with each other. You and Alexei contribute the most
You always know when they're going away on a mission. They'll call and say something like “Going away for a few days and won't have access to my phone”. It's a simple but subtle way of keeping you in the loop
You visit them as much as you can but due to your own responsibilities it's not as often as you would like
They're also really busy so they can't visit you as often either
You make the most out of the 3 day weekends for sure!
Once year (sometimes twice!) you all go on really really nice vacation together
Anytime spent together is cherished
Each gave you a promise ring
You're all in a group chat together and you always get a good morning and good night text from Bucky. Alexei always asks if you've eaten
Alexei often texts random photos of things throughout the day with little to no context
Bucky doesn't really text in there unless it's something directed to him or he's reminding you of an appointment/commitment you have
NSFW
Phone sex, video sex all of it!
Lots of sexting
You have an app controlled vibrator that they love to play with
You're frequently gifted lingerie and sex toys which you love to model for them
Occasionally you'll send Alexei a pair of your worn underwear in the mail
Sometimes you include very risque Polaroid photos in your letter to them
Sometimes you'll share porn links with them
You have taken a shower while on video call with them on multiple occasions
I've always headcanoned that Alexei has PTSD. And since he's from 1970s/80s communist Russia I doubt he ever got proper treatment or ever really thought to put a name to it.
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I don't have much to say but I agree that Alexei has PTSD. He had a difficult life full of trauma and it just went untreated. I think that Valentina required all of the Thunderbolts to get therapy and Bucky also pushed him too as well. It does take a long long long time but he eventually starts to get it treated.
Alexei is a Soviet mascot, right? As in the USSR. So he primarily works for the government and not the Red Room. So why do people think he's somehow Dreykov's right hand? Dreykov gets to utilize him when it's convenient but in general Alexei was always for the country and not a specific private body. How are there still people convinced that Alexei is this evil mastermind who kidnaps little girls for Dreykov and ships them off to be a Black Widow?
I think that Dreykov had more influence than we thought but with that being said, Alexei is manipulated and used just like the Widows are. I think Alexei was definitely eating up the propaganda that Dreykov was serving but he's not stupid. Eventually, he caught on and I think that's why he's in prison.
Can I be honest with you? I think the real reason why people demonize Alexei is lookism. He's not “conventionally attractive”, fat, and older. It's ageism and lack of pretty privilege. How do I know this? Whenever I tell people that I'm so so freaking into Alexei, i get told he's a “hear me out” and “ewww” reactions. Which is insane because when I mention that I'm also into Venom, I get the OPPOSITE reaction!!!
A literal parasitic alien is socially more acceptable than a human man????? Fucking beyond me!
could you write something like Alexei trying to be a good dad to Yelena now, being supportive with her and something like that, it can be like headcanons
This was such a cute request. Thank you for sending and feel free to send me more :)
Alexei shows Yelena that he cares in the best way he knows how and the ways he is learning
He always checks in to make sure she ate
Brings back a trinket, souvenir, etc every time he has to go away (mission or PR)
Defends her from criticism and is always her loudest supporter
Posts about her often on social media
A typical post is a picture of some average thing (her cooking dinner for example) followed by him praising her accomplishment
Rarely tells her that he loves her but she feels it in the quiet things he does
If she complains about a pain somewhere, he has a painkiller, heating pad, a warm cup of tea ready for her. Books her a massage too just in case,
Goes out of his way to tell her good morning and good night- even if it’s just a quick text
She tries to have as many meals as possible with her
Buys all of her favorite snacks and sends them with her on missions
Love the idea that reader never seen side of alexei when he wears and one day seeing him fight and take couple of thugs just being surprised never seen a side of your boyfriend before
Love your work!!!!!🩷🩷
Thanks for this request. Just a cute little blurb
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You knew your boyfriend Alexei was a super soldier. That was a well known fact and something he loved to brag about. His strength, endurance, and athleticism was well documented and you heard many stories of his battles. Yet, you had never seen him in action. He went out of his way to keep you away from that part of his life. You were a civilian and the thought of putting you in harm’s way… No, he was careful around you. Bench pressing 500 pounds was one thing but having you witness him taking down armed men- absolutely not. So imagine your surprise when you’re scrolling on social media and come across a video of the Red Guardian. Curious, you press play and you see Alexei taking down about a dozen men easily. You let out a laugh at how comical it was. Then you watched the video again and again. You almost couldn’t believe Alexei was that strong but then you remembered his stories, the fact that he keeps up with Bucky and John, and how easily he lifts things. With a laugh, you shared the video with Alexei.
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