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31. beneath the frost

Steve hadn’t tried to talk Yasha out of the cryofreeze plan after the first mention of it a few days before. He’d understood the intent behind it, charged with guilt as it was, and most of all he knew that Yasha could be just as obstinate, so nothing he could say would be enough to change his husband’s mind on the matter. It didn’t mean that he was happy with the idea, though, or that he believed it to be the best choice, as long as he kept those thoughts to himself.

He stood beside Yasha as the doctors prepared both the subject and the machine for the procedure, giving them a few last precious moments together. The brightly lit room, with its white walls and extremely advanced technology didn’t really feel like home and for a moment he worried that it was too chilly, until he remembered that it wouldn’t matter. It would be colder in cryo and even then Yasha wouldn’t feel anything.

Taking a step forward to face his husband, hands in his pockets and head demurely low, Steve pressed his lips together into a thin line. “Are you sure you want to carry this through?”

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30. by the way his breaths came

The pain made Steve close his eyes, breath knocked out of his lungs when his back hit the ground. He had to get up, had to charge at Thanos, had to make sure he wouldn’t lose Yasha again.

There was dust swirling around the air when he managed to pull himself up and for a moment despair took over, a deep, fathomless darkness settling into his heart. Thanos had done it. He’d snapped his fingers and—

Only it was Thanos who was disappearing. Far off in the distance, his whole army was swept away by the wind. Steve heard a quiet commotion not far from him and he could see Tony on the ground, a small group quickly gathering around him. Love, that’s what it was. People who loved Tony were promptly by his side and Steve could only think of the person he loved the most.

It wasn’t hard to spot him, blissfully unharmed in the middle of all that destruction. Whole and safe and breathing. Steve was taking off towards him before he could think twice about it, before he could mind the open wound on his right leg that protested with a limp. Their bodies collided heavily and this time it was his upper body that protested as flesh hit metal.

He wrapped his arms around Yasha impossibly tight, the way he hadn’t been able to when… when…

He didn’t dare to say a word for fear of how broken his voice would sound, silent tears burning in his eyes amidst the dirt and ashes that clung to his face.

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o2. love above all

From her hidden sanctuary, a goddess laughed. That would teach mortals not to mess with Asgardian sorcerers again.

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Steve heaved out a deep sigh as he woke up. Summer would soon end and the prospect of being sick again loomed over his head. It would be a difficult year, what with starting art school and working to get by. He was lucky that an old friend of his mother – bless her soul – had rented a room for him at a reasonable price. But something felt different. The room was too cool for the last days of summer and the bed he was sleeping in was too soft. He tensed.

There was someone beside him. His heart started beating fast and he rolled out of the bed, ignoring the slightly dizzy feeling that took over. “Who are you?” Steve shouted, getting more and more anxious as he took in the details. First, the other man was naked down to his waist – and maybe further down, but he couldn’t see it with the sheets. Thank God. Damn, the guy was big and his left arm gleamed in the light seeping into the room.

What the actual fuck? “What—?” Steve shook his head, trying to assess the situation. He was wearing big sweatpants that he had to hold in one hand to prevent it from falling from his slim hips. The room was so different, clean and practical decoration with a bunch of paraphernalia right out of a sci-fi book. It was hard to breathe but he put on a bravado, taking a lamp – or what looked like a lamp – from his bedside table.

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31. sink in the river

It had been beautiful in a surreal way, superheroes, spies, agents and close friends all gathered together to say their last goodbyes to two people who had sacrificed their lives to save the world. It had been agreed upon that it would be a joint funeral, but in Steve's opinion it was even more painful as it reminded him that they couldn't retrieve Natasha's body as they had Tony's.

It wasn't a particularly religious ceremony, considering that neither of them had cared much about it in life, yet Steve made sure to say silent prayers for both as they sent off in the lake the symbolic little boats filled with flowers. He stood by Clint the whole time, with Yasha on their friend's opposite side. They had tried to persuade the other man to stay with them for a few days, but to no avail.

The heavy emotional toll of the day still loomed over their heads as they got back to the apartment. Sad as he was, Steve still worried more about Yasha, who had shared a kind of past with Natasha just as strong as Peggy had been for him. He set the keys down after closing the door and turned to his husband, watching him closely.

"Do you want to order in tonight?"

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30. special occasion 1

What a damn disaster.

It took them by surprise, in the heat of a battle against a sorcerer. The man was one of the megalomaniac types Steve absolutely hated, complete with a presumptuous name and hell-bent on taking over a whole country. He made sure to say that to the asshole’s face and maybe that was why he became the primary target. With just a few words recited in an unrecognizable language, Steve’s world went dark.

He woke up to bright lights and a weird smell, sharp and clean and… was that a hospital? He recognized it belatedly as the hospital wing in the facility and frowned, unused to the place. But it wasn’t the only thing that felt different. He quickly sat up, the movement pulling slightly on the IV connected to his arm and—

“Oh fuck, no.” He let out, because his arm hadn’t looked like that – skinny and bony – in years. He chanced a desperate look around and yes, he was shorter than the serum had made him. No, no, that couldn’t be happening, not right now. He made a move to get up but before he could take the IV out, there was a nurse hurrying to his side.

“Captain Rogers, you shouldn’t do that, we still need to run some tests.” He scowled at her and didn’t miss the way she didn’t even flinch – of course she didn’t, he was fucking shorter than her. “We’ve already started some treatments but we need to make sure-”

“I know what I have. There’s a list in the damn Smithsonian.” It was rude, he’d probably apologize to her later, but he really didn’t have time for that now. The panic made his chest ache. “Where’s my team?” Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a glint of gold at the bedside table that immediately made him check his left hand. Nothing there. “Are they okay? Why isn’t anyone here?”

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27. laced

“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

Natasha scoffed behind him, giving a tug at the lacing as warning. “This is not my first rodeo, cowboy. Sexy clothes are part of every respectable spy’s life.” He couldn’t tell if she meant it as a joke or not. “Although you and Yasha take the naughtiness to extreme levels, I’m surprised.”

Steve groaned and covered his face with both hands. It had taken nearly a month for him to find himself trying out the corset – two weeks to make the purchase, another for it to arrive and then another week until he felt brave enough to wear it. The order had come in Natasha’s name, even with the assured privacy, and he’d gifted her with a set of lingerie of her own for the trouble, just in case Clint found the box and got too interested. Steve really didn’t want to hear if they had tried it out yet.

“I don’t want it too tight.” He complained for about the third time, constantly checking that he would be able to breathe properly. It was only to look enticing, not to diminish his waist. By the time Natasha done wrapping him up, it pinched slightly at the waist, but covered his body without constricting his movements. Good.

“Okay, there you go.” She said with a hint of amusement and Steve raised his head again, hesitating to look into the mirror. “Come on, it flatters your… everything, really. If you don’t like it, I’ll help you out of it.” The encouragement seeped through and he nodded stepping to the side to look into his bathroom mirror.

The underbust corset was a rich dark blue ribbed with white and it did give the illusion of trimming his waist, along with pushing his chest up the slightest bit in a way that yes, could only be described as flattering. That part was uncovered except for the white straps looping around his shoulders and he didn’t know what to think of the contrast between pretty clothing and his muscular body.

“I… hmm.” He tried, but couldn’t find what to say. Natasha smiled and patted his back, handing him the jacket they had hung off. “He’s gonna love it, I’m sure.” She confided and waited for his shy smile in return before walking out of the bathroom. Steve stayed a moment longer to take a deep breath and put on the jacket. He was already wearing the blue panties under the jeans, something he hadn’t even mentioned to Nat.

Well, the clothes hid everything, he could wait for Yasha and tell him the surprise when he felt comfortable, it would be alright. With that thought, Steve went to sit by the couch to fake interest in some TV show, the structure of the corset keeping his back straight.

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26. for the public

Steve knew a thing or two about being in the spotlight; although he hated people prying into his private life, he understood that as America’s poster boy, he had to go through boring press conferences every now and then. Boring because Pepper was always worrying that he – or Tony – would say the wrong thing at all times. But he’d been playing that game for too long and he reserved his sarcasm only for the truly nosy reporters or people that tried to get him to agree to conservative views – those had stopped after the news of his relationship with Yasha.

The two of them were, once again, the center of attention for that interview, since Yasha had been living in the facility for a week and the event was supposed to introduce their new international members. Wanda and Pietro also caused some commotion, as it was always were for people with extraordinary powers, but Steve felt compelled to jump in when he felt like the questions were getting too hard for them. They had been there for about twenty minutes when a reporter posed a question to him.

“How is it like to work with the Winter Soldier?”

It threw him off a bit and he frowned under the mask for the tone she’d used - it didn’t seem to have anything to do with his previous comment about accepting differences. “We...” He began, speaking for the whole team. “... Are glad to get through a cultural barrier that’s been up for too long. When facing threats to all of mankind, it’s good to have an outstanding combatant as our ally.”

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24. hold your hand

It was one of the most important nights for them, marking the first year of their relationship – officially, that is, since they’d had a strange beginning. That was the date Steve considered for presents and celebration and whatever a couple wanted to do for their anniversary. He’d set out to make a complete dinner for them that night, from a colorful salad to marinated grilled shrimp, which included cooking for practically the whole team. He didn’t complain, although the amount of food had been almost frightening.

He’d had help earlier, of course, but he prided himself in winning challenges and yes, maybe he wanted to prove a point. His only restriction was that they wouldn’t eat with the team in the main dining room, setting a table for two in their private area instead. He couldn’t help but plan a romantic atmosphere and he didn’t want anyone laughing at them for the candle-lit table and the smooth jazz playing in the background.

“Okay, it’s ready!” He called out when the small table in their living room was finally set with the dishes and wine, waiting for Yasha to join him.

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