Hi I'm Kim but you can call me KJ! Welcome to my Marvel blog! 24 Years Old | She/Her| Occasional writer| Chris Evans/Steve Rogers Trash | Main Blog: @Dean-in-the-Devils-Trap Masterlist https://nomadstevergxrs.tumblr.com/post/148617732130/marvel-masterlist
Characters in this chapter: Steve Rogers, Female Reader, Wanda Maximoff, Tony Stark, Peter Parker, Natasha Romanoff, Carl Lucas (Luke Cage), Jessica Jones, Cornell “Cottonmouth Stokes”
Warnings: Language, More talks about a dead body, Slight violence.
Pairings: None. (Eventual Steve Rogers x Reader)
Word Count: 1812
Summary: You are a forensic anthropologist working for the Smithsonian Institute in Washington D.C. when you and your team get recruited by the FBI to aid one of their top field agents, Special Agent Steve Rogers. Together, along with your colleagues/friends you put faces on the voiceless and throw the bad guys where they belong.
Author’s Note: So this is my first Marvel AU series and I’m quite nervous on how this is going to turn out. The series is going to be based on the TV show Bones and since the show is 12 seasons long I’m just going to base the series on some of my favorite episodes including the series finale coming out in the upcoming weeks. I only hope I do it justice. I want to thank @mrs-squirrel-chester for convincing me into writing this and for not only being as awesome beta but because she also made this kick-ass edit above.
"Christ, how does anybody walk in these things?" you muttered to yourself, as both Steve and you stepped inside the gym.
Steve leaned in and whispered in your ear, "Well, ya know. Them boots? They ain't made for walking sweetheart." He pulled back and slapped you on the ass, making you gasp in surprise.
Before you could even open your mouth to curse out your partner, he leaned back in and whispered, "Just follow my lead Y/N."
You rolled your eyes at him but did what you were told. It didn't help that Steve looked handsome with what he was wearing. Well, he always looked handsome in his FBI suits, but today was different. He was more casual and carefree.
Walking past all of the fighters, there was one that caught your eye immediately, "Rogers heads up," you nudged him.
He turned his head and saw the fighter and her coach practicing her strikes, "Yeah I see. 5'9", southpaw." He mused, referring to the text he received from Wanda on the way to the gym.
"Can I help you, folks?" A loud voice called out prompting you both to tear your gaze on the female fighter.
There stood a man about the same height as Steve but leaner, his arms were crossed and his lips set into a thin line.
You waited for Steve to say something but when you looked over you noticed that he was doing some sort of tap dancing in place which you made a mental note to ask him about later.
"Holy shit babe, It's Cornell "Cottonmouth" Stokes," Steve said, snapping out of his nervous tick and wrapping his arm around your waist, pulling you close to him. You couldn't help but take in his scent of cologne.
"Cottonmouth?" you asked in feigned confusion.
"Yeah! That's how he left his opponents," Steve answered, reverting to his native New York accent.
"These days, it's just Cornell." The former boxer let out a chuckle.
"Sorry to bother you, Cornell, but you know you had a huge impact on my, uh, style back in the army," Steve explained and you weren't quite sure he was lying or telling the truth. "Ya know a juke to the body, followed by a right hook? Worked for me every time."
You thought it was cute that your partner was fanboying over one of his idols.
"Another Army fighter, Cornell? How many of these 'has beens' you get in here a week?" Another man came up from behind Cottonmouth, smirking devilishly as Steve's smile faded away into a scowl.
"At least this one still looks like he's in shape," Cottonmouth snapped.
"Oh, yeah!" you said in a low, sultry voice. "My man's in great shape. Believe me." You ran your fingers up his firm chest.
"Easy there, doll," Steve whispered loud enough for you to hear.
Cottonmouth was amused at the pair of you. "Let's see it, Army. Show us those moves that made you so famous."
You've sparred with Steve before, so you were confident in his moves. "Yeah, go ahead tiger! Show these clowns." You slapped him on his ass, making him jump.
"Yeah, maybe I will, okay? Jus- just a little.," he replied nervously, taking off his olive green jacket and handing it to you.
He walked over to the punching bag as you, Cottonmouth, and the other man looked on. "Yeah, come on, tiger," the other man mocked, who you later came to know as "Shades".
"Alright, let's see. A little, you know tap, you know," Steve nervously said as he lightly punched the punching bag. "A juke to the body, with a hard right, followed by a whole bunch of these-" He grunted as began striking the bag hard.
The three of you watched as Steve threw punches, which to be completely honest, seemed to turn you on. Looking on as the muscles in his back rippled every time he grunted as he punched the punching bag.
"He's pretty good," you heard Cottonmouth mutter to his partner Shades, shaking you from your thoughts.
You gave them a cocky grin. "So much for my 'has been' army fighter."
Cornell crossed his arms and nodded, "Not bad."
Steve grabbed the punching bag to keep it steady, then let go, walking over to you and wrapping his arms around your waist. "You know, I still got it-" he said before pressing a kiss against your cheek.
You were caught off guard as he pulled away from you. "Yeah, maybe a little too much." You gave him an I'm going to fucking kill you look.
Cornell let out a laugh. "What's your name?" he asked, clasping your partner's shoulder.
"M-My name?" Steve gulped nervously, "I-I-It's Jensen, Jake Jensen." He used the fake name you gave him. "This here's my fiancée, uh, Andrea Waldorf."
You let out a sultry chuckle, "We're more ''engaged to be engaged'."
He squeezed your waist, "Easy there, sweetheart."
"So you looking to train or what?" Asked Cottonmouth, studying Steve closely.
Your partner was flattered, "Ah, ya know, I don't fight no more." Steve replied in his thick Brooklyn accent, but they say you can direct me and Andi to a little you know, uh, 'underground action'?"
"They say a lot don't they?" Cornell raised his eyebrows in amusement, "But sorry, can't help you."
He turned towards Shades who was too busy staring at you, practically undressing you in his mind.
You feigned disappointment, "Ah, what did I tell you, baby? That guy was just trying to hit on me." You pouted, pointing at Shades, which made Steve give him a dark glare.
"Well, I do know a number you can call." Cornell answered with a cocky grin, "Not that I'd give it to just anybody."
Shades placed his hand on Cornell's shoulder, "Oh, come on, Cornell. They seem like such nice people."
"Yeah, we're nice people. Aren't we babe?" You turned towards Steve, giving him a sweet smile, which to be honest threw him off guard. Not because it was rare to see you give a smile that was directed towards him, but because it felt believable.
Just the way you would look at him and how you were dressed made his heart skip a beat.
"For you guys," Cornell's voice shook Steve from inappropriate thoughts of you, "Thousand ‘Bucks. Each."
Your partner was taken aback, "Whoa. That's a little steep-"
"No, Jakey, come on! We only live once and I want to see a fight." You walked over to the two men and pulled out a wad of cash from your cleavage and placed it on Shades' palm, making Cornell laugh at his partner's sudden expression.
"Must be a lucky man eh Jensen?" Shades raised an eyebrow at Steve who blushed, and then smiled weakly, "Yeah, I don't know what I'd do without her."
"God, It's human cock-fighting." Steve said in disgust as you both, along with the massive crowd of people watched as two men beat the living hell out of each other.
"More like lesser surrogates engaged in battles on behalf of the elite lords who don't dare to fight themselves," you replied nonchalantly, to which your partner gave you a weird look.
The two of you continued to watch the men fight until one of them punched the other so hard, he fell to the ground.
"Damn, that's gotta hurt," Steve said, not realizing the fighter heard.
The fighter got up and walked up to your partner, rage and anger etched on his face. "What in the hell are you looking at?" He growled at your partner.
Steve scoffed, "Not much. Pal"
Without warning, The fighter cocked his fist back and punched Steve hard, knocking him out.
Quickly, you rushed over to his side, "Hey Jake? Jake!" you called out to him but it was no use, he was out cold.
"Sorry, Rogers. I just couldn't have you blowing my cover." Said Special Agent Carl Lucas, the man who knocked your partner out cold.
"Here." You handed him an ice pack for his face, then sat down beside him.
"Thanks, Bones." Steve replied, then winced when he placed the ice pack on the side of his face and winced, "Ahhhh, yeah. And as they taught us in Quantico, Luke, I wasn't about to.
You raised an eyebrow at Steve, "Do you know everyone in this town?"
He rolled his eyes at you, then turned back to Agent Lucas, "RICO op?"
Agent Lucas chuckled, "Yeah, I've been deep undercover for about a month and I still can't crack who's running the show."
"What do you know about Cornell Stokes?" Steve asked.
Agent Lucas sat on the bed opposite the one Steve and you sat, "Ah, low-level guy, one of many buffers." He answered, "That 800 number he sells changes with every event, so trying to track is like playing whack-a-mole."
"Wait a sec," You said, getting up from the bed and grabbing your bag, pulling out a photo of Billie Morgan, "Have you ever seen her fight at the club?"
"Uh, yeah. It's, uh, Billie something right?" The agent asked as he took a closer look at the picture, "Yeah. 4-to-1 underdog. Oh, she whooped this hot white girl pretty good."
"White girl? About 5'9", left-handed?" You asked, hoping he was speaking about the fighter back at the gym.
"Yeah, Jessica Jones." Lucas answered, "Tough as nails and undefeated before your girl came along." He added, referring to Billie.
"What if Billie bet on herself?" Steve asked as he got up from the bed.
"You know what?" You replied, doing the math in your head, "With the money that Don borrowed - $8,000 - ya know, 4-to-1 odds? That had to get them to their feet in a hurry. Maybe that's what got her killed."
"Well then," Steve walked over to the nightstand and grabbed his keys, "We gotta talk to this Jessica Jones person."
"Wait, Rogers!" Agent Lucas called out, prompting your partner to turn around.
"We have a bit of a problem." The agent said softly.
"Oh?" you raised an eyebrow, "And why is that?"
He let out a low chuckle, then winced as he rubbed his right wrist, "Well, I sprained my wrist two fights ago with no chance to heal." Carl explained, " If I lose another bout, I'm off the rotation."
"So what do we do?" Steve asked as he leaned against the doorway.
The room went silent for a moment, everyone in the room thinking about a solution until you finally spoke up, "Roger's a boxer. He can replace you."
"Excuse me?" Steve questioned you.
"I'm just saying, if we can find a way to get you into the rotation, you can fight Carl and lose, and then he can stay and maybe have a chance to heal."
Steve sat there, pensive for a moment before finally nodding, "I'll do it."
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