Dec 21, 2025
Steve Rogers
MARVEL/DC: DEADPOOL/BATMAN (2025) #1
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Steve Rogers
MARVEL/DC: DEADPOOL/BATMAN (2025) #1
Chapter Thirty - A bar in London, 2014 hours
Ladies and Gents, the moment we’ve all been waiting for.
Warnings: fluff, angst at the end, another longer chapter
Word count: 2714 words
It was pretty stuffy inside, but who cares about when you're having a necking session with one Bucky Barnes?
She hadn't seen him coming from across the room through the cigarette smoke that seemed to permeate the air above the soldier's heads with the sound of the well-used piano coming from who knows where in that place?
But he was right next to her, his hands searching and oh good gosh searching...
"Bucky...." She moaned as he pulled her into the darkest corner he could find.
"I missed you, sugar..." He whispered as he explored her neck, his warm fingers burrowing into her hair, scratching against her scalp in a satisfying way.
She felt her gut twisted as she allowed him in, their mouths dancing as if they hadn't kissed before.
It wasn't until that moment till Addie realized how much she wanted this. It was him that kept her alive every moment she read and re-read his letter sent to Steve to actually give to her.
If this was his love language, she could certainly become fluent.
"Bucky, we're in public.." She squeaked, feeling his pulse on her jawline as his lips went to her's.
"I don't care, Adds..." He rumbled, his hands cupping her neck. "Hell, I've been wanting you."
"I love you, Bucky." She smiled, climbing onto his boots and tangling her finger with his dogtag chain.
She could feel him freeze underneath her fingers.
"-What?" He barely could get the word out.
"I love you to death, James. I don't ever want this to end." She met his icy eyes, swearing he was melting under her words. "I think you are the most wonderful man on the planet, okay? I don't care how cheesy that it, it's true."
Bucky was silent for a moment, his eyes fixed on her softer blue pools. "You really want this?"
"Yes,sir."
His lips tugged into his trademark grin. "I love you too, Addie. I can't put into words how much you mean to me. You're mine and you've always been."
"You can write me a letter, c'mon, kiss me for Pete's sake--" She hooked her fingers around his uniform's collar and pulled him down, their lips meeting.
And wow, he was impossibly gentle as his hands ran to her back, his fingertips toying with the grooves of her shoulder blades, sending chill after chill up and down her spine.
He tasted like whiskey but underneath like fresh air and slightly like cigarettes.
She didn't care if she was in a bar, far from home, she had Bucky and he wanted her.
"Holy cow, I've been needing this." He panted, taking her hands and kissing her knuckles.
"How about a drink, Sarge?" She smiled, lowering herself from her toes.
"I'm buying." He winked.
"Oh, hey-"
"What?"
"Wipe the lipstick from your face."
She felt lighter for some reason as she strolled to the table where Steve and some of the men they rescued from the HYDRA base were sitting, discussing something.
"So, let's get this straight." The man with the derbie spoke. "We barely got out of there alive, and
you want us to go back?"
Addie snickered. That was Steve to a t.
"Pretty much." Steve nodded.
The man with the derbie, who's name was Dungan, Addie would find out later, make a chuckle, lifting his glass to his mouth. "Sounds rather fun, actually."
"I'm in." The Japanese man from Fresno nodded toward Steve.
A French man spoke as Bucky nudged Addie's arm, holding out her drink with a smile.
"Thank you." She smiled back and took a slow sip before looking back to the table.
"We're in."
"Hell, I'll always fight. But you got to do one thing for me." Dungan set his drink down, looking at Steve dead in the eye.
"What's that?"
"Open a tab."
Addie and Steve snickered as the latter stood up and slapped his money on the bar. "Another round."
"Where are they putting all this stuff??" Addie heard the bar-tender comment as he began to to fill up the drinks.
Steve followed her and Bucky to the other room, all sitting down at the other, more quieter bar.
"See?" Bucky nudged Steve as he sat beside him. "I told you. They're all idiots."
"Says you." Addie said before finishing off her drink.
Bucky ignored her but gave a gentle kick to her ankle.
"How about you two?" Steve smirked at them. "You ready to follow Captain America into the jaws of death?"
"Hell, no." Bucky said, his eyes brighter than Addie had seen them in days. "That little guy from Brooklyn who was too dumb not to run away from a fight. I'm following him."
"And you, sweetheart?" Steve turned to Addie.
"I don't see why not. But you gotta find a place for me, last time I checked, I'm female and can't really be a commando."
"We'll think of something, don't worry."
Bucky leaned closer to Steve. "But you're keeping the outbt, right?"
Addie hid her snicker, following Steve's gaze to the Captain America tour poster smacked on the wall, a large banner spread across it. "TOUR CANCELED."
"You know what? It's kind of growing on me." Steve half-shrugged.
"Steven..." Addie hid her face in her hands, her shoulders quivers as she giggled. "Save yourself the trouble and burn that horrid thing. Then bury it, dig it up and burn it again."
"Shoot," Bucky looked at her with that look that said a lot.
"I will have to agree with Miss Barnes." Peggy had strolled in through the outer room, her SSR uniform now replaced by a pretty red dress that really complimented her dark hair. "Or is it Missus now that Sargent Barnes has returned?"
"Not quite." Addie held her index finger and thumb about an inch apart as Steve stood up.
"Disappointing." Peggy teased as she looked to Steve. "Captain."
"Agent Carter."
Oh the tension.
Peggy glanced to Bucky who quickly regained himself.
"Uh, ma'am."
"Howard has some equipment for you to try." Peggy looked back to Steve. Addie could have sworn he was blushing. "Tomorrow morning?"
"Sounds good." Steve nodded.
"I see your top squad is prepping for duty." The lieutenant made a thumbing motion to the room from where a loud song was arousing.
"You don't like music?" Bucky asked, his brows shoving together as if he had just heard a controversial thought .
"I do, actually." Peggy replied without missing a beat. No pun intended. "I might even, when this is all over--" She then looked to Steve. "--Go dancing."
Addie then suddenly felt like she was back in high school watching the ultimate school ship falling right into place.
But a soft nudge from Bucky wiped the grin from her face.
"Sorry." She mouthed at the sergeant, her eyes sparkling.
He just rolled his eyes, a little more discreetly than she could. He must have had a lot of practice.
"Then what are you waiting for?" Bucky added to the moment.
Peggy still didn't look away from Steve. "The right partner. 0800, Captain."
"Yes, ma'am." Steve straightened, looking as if he had hit a home run. "I'll be there."
Peggy then exited, Steve still watching her vanish into the smoke, literally.
"That was exciting." Addie smirked at the Captain.
"That was terrifying." Bucky leaned back on the bar.
Steve just rolled his eyes before sitting next to Addie. "I have a question for you."
"Spill it."
"What's 'fondue?"
The next morning, SSR HQ
Spread across the group of tables were a number of weapons, armors and what appeared to be riot shields with some other odds and ends.
"What is all this??" Addie crossed her arms as she approached the table.
"The most advanced protection Stark can come up with." A lieutenant said, her bright blonde hair standing out in the dimly light room.
Addie lifted one brow and held up an item from the table. "Chain mail?"
"Alright so he has some bugs." The lieutenant smirked.
"Among other things." Addie dropped the chain mail back on the table.
"The moment you think you know what's going on in a woman's head is the moment your goose is well
and truly cooked." Howard and Steve strolled into the area, the latter looking a little defeated about something.
Addie decided to ignore it for now and looked closer at the other items on the tables.
"Me," Stark continued, coming up beside Addie. "I concentrate on work, which at the moment is about making sure you and your men don't get killed."
"Yes, thats rather important." Addie sassed as Stark rapped on a body armor part.
"Carbon polymer." He said, sounding rather proud, almost as if he had invented it. Though the chance of that was pretty high. "Should withstand your average German bayonet."
Steve looked around at all the items, exchanging a glance with Addie who made an unimpressed look. All of it was too bulky, no room to move or fight. Kevlar would have been nice right about now.
"Although Hydra's not going to attack you with a pocket knife." Howard walked around to where Steve's prop shield was sitting. "I hear you're kind of attached." He rapped on it and looked to Steve.
"Its coming to his wedding." Addie said, hiking herself on top of one of the tables, her feet just grazing the dusty floor.
"It's handier than you might think." Steve gave her a friendly nudge.
"I took the liberty of coming up with some options." Howard waved his palms over one of the separated tables that had the things that looked like riot or crowd control shields. He picked up one of the more outfitted ones. "This one's fun. She's been btted with electrical relays that allow you to--"
"What about this one?" Steve popped up from where he was nosing around, holding up what looked like brushed nickel but with nothing else on it. Addie stood up and walked over to Steve, fingering the shield. It was ridiculously light. Lighter than it looked, actually.
"No, no," Howard shook his head. "That's just a prototype."
"What's it made of?" Addie looked at him, intrigued.
"Vibranium. It's stronger than steel and a third the weight."
"No kidding." Steve admired as Addie nudged him into a stance and swung a kick at the center of the shield, feeling her foot almost shake as she made contact. Not even a dent with her training and extra strength.
"Wow." She panted.
"It's completely vibration absorbent." Howard informed.
"Well, how come it's not standard issue?" Steve looked to where Addie had kicked at it, running his fingers over the place where she hit it. No ridges or even a scrape.
"That's the rarest metal on Earth." Howard pointed at the shield. What you're holding there, that's all
we've got."
"Huh." Addie rested her hands on her hips. What she wouldn't give for a knife made of it. She could possibly cut through other metals without heating it up.
"You quite finished, Mr. Stark?" Peggy appeared from around the corner, not exactly looking very chipper as she normally did. Addie assumed something went a little awry with her and Steve. "I'm sure the Captain has some unfinished business."
Steve turned around and showed her the shield, reminding Addie of a small child with a new toy. Even the smile matched.
"What do you think?"
Peggy didn't say anything at first but grabbed a pistol and fired three shots at the shield, making all three duck.
Addie was about to jump after the agent but she lowered the gun and made a movement with her head, approving. "Yes, I think it works."
She then calmly put the pistol down and walked away.
Addie ran her hand through her loose hair and blew out her breath, trying to get her heart rate to calm down. She wasn't shooting at them, she was helping--
Steve and Howard stared as Peggy walked away, both rather stunned.
"I had some ideas about the uniform." Steve passed a piece of paper to Howard.
"Whatever you want, pal."
1944-1945
The next year was the possibly the most exciting year of Addie's life.
Steve and the Howling Commando's had spent all their waking hours hunting down HYDRA, all with the help of the SSR and the information Zola had given before he was transferred to Switzerland under probation.
The Commando's were all down-to-earth fellas, at least to Addie's standards. All around, they were great. Especially Bucky.
He hadn't changed much after they had escaped from the HYDRA factory, but there was more of a maturity about him. His cocky smirk was a rare sight now, even his stance changed to that of a soldier instead of the street fighter he was back in Brooklyn.
He taught Addie to use his sniper rifle, even helping her to perfect her aim. She could soon take out a target from 800 yards.
There was also a change in Steve. He didn't seem so...well, anxious to fight. True he would never leave a man behind, but he wasn't about to claw your ears off if you picked on someone with little to no reason.
Addie was curious about that, wondering if he was actually needing a purpose in life to go out and help win the bloody war or was it something deeper?
His father served in the army, his mother was a nurse. Bucky's dad was an army man, and now they were both serving overseas against the worst enemy of that time. So was it warlust or a large sense of duty?
Addie couldn't quite tell. Either way, every day when she woke up, a pit in her stomach opened up.
Was today the day? Was today when she was going to die?
She wasn't afraid to die. She was afraid of loosing all her friends. Bucky and Steve especially.
They had knocked out over four HYDRA bases, gaining throngs of intel on most of them. Eventually narrowing it down to one mass base that Schmidt was. They knew it was where all the parts the factories were building were headed to, that was obvious. But what was being built???
"Are you sure it was airplane parts?" Addie snuggled closer to Bucky as the night stretched on. They were hunkered down in a barn, waiting out the flak and machine gun fire from the tree line, and the backup that the Allies were sending.
"I'm positive, sugar." Bucky rumbled.
"Were they like, you know, bigger than average parts? Maybe a massive turbine?"
"I did see a shipment heading out that needed to be split in half to move out. It was like they took a truck, took the back axle off and stuck it under a really long rod. Almost like a drive shaft."
Addie nodded, trying to imagine it.
"So...maybe a giant airplane?"
"That'd be my guess." Bucky sighed through his nose, readjusting himself to try and stay warm. "You know, you didn't have to stay here. You could be back in London with actual beds instead of my lumpy backside."
"But what makes you think I'm going to leave my best friends to freeze out here alone with just two super-soldiers?" She flashed a quick smile before blowing warm air on her fingers which were starting to stiffen again.
"But women shouldn't be out here." Bucky frowned, looking a lot like a pout. "I don't want to loose you, especially out here."
"I'm not going anywhere without you, Bucky." She poked him. "Think about it. If we get that to that train and capture Schmidt, theres no reason why we haven't already won this stinkin war."
"You're quite excited." He smirked slightly.
"Sourpuss."
"Butch."
She smiled and laid her head on his shoulder. "We're gonna be fine, Buck."
"I know... I'm just scared."
"It's okay to be scared. I bet Steve is scarder than you."
"Is that a word?"
"Don't be changing the subject, sir." She waved her index finger in his face. "Heck, Bucky, we might be telling this story to our kids one day."
Bucky chuckled underneath her. "How many kids do you want?"
"Oh, not many. Eight, ten."
Then he belly-laughed, planting a soft kiss on her forehead. "Love you, Adding machine."
ONE MORE JUST ONE MORE CHAPTER AND WE'RE DONE!!!!
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Captain America
Valley of Desires ( steve rogers, +18 )
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pairing: Steve Rogers x Intern!FemReader ( no description of ethnicity or body type ) … word count: 2k … warnings: steve's pov but written in third person, it might be implied that the reader has at least middle-sized breasts but it's not explicit, smut smut smut smut smut, i love steve rogers. kind of voyeur? but kinda. tony is in this too. this one shot probably could have been written in 2012 because steve works in stark industries and everyone loves each other.
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Strange to say, but Steve Rogers was sure of few things about him. On the surface, maybe because of his physical appearance or because of that look that, somehow, always managed to communicate something, nobody would have said that the former captain was constantly in a state of confusion.
He knew he liked sunsets, especially the winter ones because he could never find anyone on the beach to watch them and he never felt compelled to try to make conversation. He loved riding his vintage motorcycle through the streets of New York early in the morning to get to the office he was assigned by Stark. Shamefully, he loved not wearing a helmet on that same bike: for years he'd lived with something to cover his head and face, and since his riding wasn't bad at all (and his body could definitely take a beating or two), he'd allowed himself this break from the rule. Several times he had been stopped for that same reason, but as soon as the cops on duty realized they were about to fine one of the Avengers, they blushed and apologized for minutes with a veil of embarrassment in their eyes. Being an Avenger, a former Avenger, had some advantages.
But of all these things he wasn't sure. He knew that one day his preferences might change and so what was he really sure of?
Well, Steve Rogers, aka Captain America (or Nomad, depending on who you talked to), was sure of three things in his life.
Number one: he liked to give orders. Now he didn't have the ability to save a person's life by coordinating his team, but back in the day, when the blue and red uniform was still second skin, there was nothing better than having a cup of coffee in the morning and commanding his teammates. He derived a perverse pleasure, especially from having Tony do whatever the millionaire deemed unnecessary during a mission. And he took even greater pleasure when that very thing turned out to be indispensable in the end. He enjoyed immensely when Natasha, a free spirit from the first second he laid eyes on her, had no idea what to do and asked Steve for a plan. Was it narcissistic behavior? Maybe. Or he just liked to be in control of something since in his personal life he was lucky if he could keep the flames under the water pot at bay.
Number two, he was an extremely kind and understanding person to the interns at Stark Industries. Over the course of his three and a half years at the company of, now, a close friend and colleague of his, more than twenty interns had come through his door and gotten up to all sorts of mischief. First, there was Martha Morris (or double M as they called her in the office - not him, mind you -: Mad and Messy), a thirty-five-year-old weirdo who had returned to school after years of trying to get a degree and needed the hours in the company to achieve her goals. She wore sky-high heels and she was super tall, outgrowing Steve by a few inches when barefoot. On the first day, she had banged her forehead on the doorframe of his office and the hot coffee she had brought him to introduce himself had landed completely on the Captain who was standing and talking on the phone with some financiers. He had felt even his insides burn, but he still smiled at her and said he didn't have to worry. She had finished her experience a week later.
Then there was Ashley. Ashley was an intelligent guy, a genius. Just a little introverted and with the lowest voice Steve had ever heard. Whenever they had a meeting and he was present, everyone prayed he didn't have to talk because even a hearing aid wouldn't be able to pick up his decibels. One day he had brought the wrong report for Steve to sign and even his sobs were inaudible when he realized his mistake. Watching him had become torture; he felt too guilty for him.
Number three (and perhaps most important): for him there was no question, Steve liked boobs. Small, medium, large. Whether they fit perfectly in his hands or overflowed. He didn't care. He liked them in every flavor. With big nipples, tiny nipples, light and dark nipples. He liked heavy breasts and light breasts. He didn't understand what other men found in the butt. He certainly didn't hate it, but what could be better than diving into the valley of desire and being able to hear his beloved's heartbeat? Nothing, that's the right answer. When he'd been unfrozen, after spending his entire life in the 20', 30' and 40' where everything seemed to be a source of scandal, seeing how everything had changed had been a shock. And a blessing. The genius who had invented bikinis was to be made a saint. Now he could live as he wanted, with women, with men, all at once. He was free at last.
That said, Steve had no idea how he had found himself thrusting into Y/N's pussy with force and vigor. It had all happened in a matter of minutes, she had shown up at the door with a shirt even more open than the previous day to bring him some papers to sign, and then Steve had grabbed her by the hips and thrown her on his desk. When he'd entered her, he'd looked up at the ceiling and prayed to God that it wasn't all a dream. He felt the walls of her pussy pulsing around his member and her fluid flowing down his groin. Her legs were fully spread and her breasts still constricted by her bra were begging to be released. They were begging. The breasts were speaking to him, worshipping him like a deity. Who was he to refuse that proposal? No one.
So, he had sat down in his chair, taking Y/N with him and, continuing to thrust into her, he had opened her bra with one hand. The sight of her bare breasts forced him to stop because if he continued he would come in three seconds and he wanted to spoil that girl.
He heard a faint whimper escape her lips. 'Steve, oh Steve. Please.’ She rubbed herself against him, trying to resume her earlier rhythm. He humored her for a few moments, resting his back completely on the chair and enjoying the sight of a goddess on top of him seducing him with her enviable body. Every so often, he would penetrate her without warning, causing her to lose her balance and lean on him even more than she was.
She moved sinuously back and forth, left and right, her boobs following her every single movement and if Steve hadn't done something, he would have drooled. So, he smiled at her. A smile he had never reserved for anyone and then he wrapped his mouth around her left nipple. Steve moaned. Y/N began to tremble, her thighs couldn't hold the rhythm they had before and if Steve's hands hadn't been there to support her she would have fallen. She couldn't stop the shaking of her legs and only a powerful slap on her ass brought her back to her senses. She had just cum.
Steve, however, had only just begun. As if it were the last minutes of his life, the former Captain America had taken to sucking, biting, squeezing, licking and pulling on the young woman's left nipple. With each suck, the man felt a wave of energy sweep over him and, not caring about the young woman's blissful state of contentment that she would be happy if they were done there, he had taken to thrusting even harder than before into her pussy. She had cried out and gripped his hair between her tapered fingers and Steve found himself thinking that he had made a good decision to come to work on a Sunday since the rest of the office was off. With one hand around her hips and the other groping her other breast, Steve had the perfect anchor to sink even deeper into Y/N's sweet body.
He caught his breath and looked into her eyes. Her face was beaded with sweat and her lips were swollen. Her breathing was labored but she continued to follow his every thrust and hold him as tight as she could. Steve allowed himself to be lulled by the feeling of her around him and then treated the other nipple as he had treated the first. This time, he slapped her breast and squeezed it with such force that it left its mark on her, but this only increased the libido between the two of them.
While Steve was busy sucking on whatever her breasts gave him and Y/N was shaking like hell, the phone in the office rang.
It stopped as suddenly as it had started. When the man felt the woman try to get up and the heat of her pussy leave him, he wrapped his arm around her side and forced her to sit on him again. They both moaned and she looked up at him with surprised eyes.
'Don't even try, honey. Now be a good girl and be quiet' he began thrusting into her once more and closed his eyes as he regained the feeling he had before. Steve was in heaven and he wasn't going to leave her alone to return to hell. She was breathing heavily and squeezed her eyes shut tightly, trying to do his bidding. Then, Steve reached out and answered the call. 'Steve Rogers' office'
'Capiscle, it's Tony. Tell you what, has Y/N been to see you yet? I sent her to get you to sign that senate thing about twenty minutes ago, but she's yet to return' Steve winked at her and brought his thumb to caress her clit. Unexpectedly, Y/N let a moan escape. The man was quick to cover her mouth, continuing, however, his little game. 'What was that?
'Nothing Tony, I just rubbed the chair. Anyway, yes, Y/N has already come once, but I think she'll come again' he silently kissed her breasts. 'She forgot a document here’
On the other end of the phone, she heard Tony's footsteps through the office. 'Ah alright, she's a good girl, eh?'
'She's a really good girl. The best one so far' her eyes lifted upwards and she began to tremble once more, escaping his touch. Steve, just like a hunter stalking his prey, caught her every time and plunged her even deeper into the abyss of pleasure. 'Ah, that's it, she’s coming again. I must leave you'
'Yeah, yeah, see you later' the call ended.
Steve uncovered her mouth and once again took a nipple in his mouth. Y/N moaned so loud her throat hurt and she couldn't stay still in one place. Steve's constant thrusts were torturing her and that fiery mouth on her breasts was burning her soul. She came just like that, suddenly she felt all her barriers collapse and, like a faucet left running, she soaked Steve's cock and groin with her orgasm.
'Very good, yes, that's it,' he encouraged her.
When she opened her eyes after the intense orgasm, she almost couldn't move anymore, but she knew she had to thank the former Captain somehow. So, she stood up, still with trembling legs, and let him out of her. His cock was purple and left a trail on her abs. She knelt down and without giving him any time to think, she took her breasts in her hands and wrapped them around him. Steve pounded a fist on the desk at that sight and his breathing became ten times heavier.
'Oh shit, baby, shit, shit' he thrust between her tits, each thrust ending with her mouth wrapping around his tip. Her orgasm acting as a lubricant. 'I'm going to, I'm- argh, I'm going to cum' he warned her. With his mind completely clouded, he still knew how to be a gentleman.
'Cum Steve, cum for me. Cum on me.' He granted her wish and smeared her with his cum. She was the most beautiful picture he had ever seen.
Steve really did treat the interns well.
Giftober 2022 | Day 6: Heros
Avengers Assemble (2012)
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Marvel with an Israeli character named after a massacre where 3500 Palestinians died because israeli military sealed off all exits to A FUCKING REFUGEE CAMP and opened fire. Yea fuck that. Fuck marvel and fuck this new captain america movie. They're not seeing another dime from me, anything I want to watch I'll watch illegally.
Remember When
Pairing: Steve x Reader
Warnings: Amnesia, angst, fluff.
Summary: After a car accident you forget everything that happened in the last 5 years, your friends, your job and particularly your husband.
This is for @thisismysecrethappyplace Share The Love Bingo Writing Challenge – Prompt: Amnesia
Ok so this one shot got away from me a bit, it’s a bit long but i hope you all like it
Any Gifs/Pictures and Songs I use are not mine
Steve’s heart was in his throat as he weaved in and out of traffic in his motorbike, the call from the hospital still ringing in his ears.
Y/N, car accident, hospital…..
Abandoning his bike at the entrance, he raced through the corridors trying to find you, eventually having to stop at a nurse’s station to ask.
“My, my, my wife, she’s been brought in, she was in an accident, I need to see her” he rambled.
The nurse gave Steve a soft comforting look, recognising him immediately. “Mr Rogers, take a breath, your wife is stable, she had a little internal bleeding but that has been successfully stopped, she has a bit of swelling on the brain which we are monitoring, the cuts and bruises look worse than they are, but we expect her to make a full recovery” She saw the tension in Steve’s shoulder release slightly. “Let me show you to her room”.
The nurse led Steve down the corridors to the private section, knowing you were married to Captain America, the hospital wanted to make sure you were safe while you were there. Steve’s heart hammering in his chest with every step towards the door at the end or the corridor, “I’ll be at the desk if you need anything, take your time” she spoke softly, resting a comforting hand on his arm.
Steve stepped into the room, machines all around you beeping and pulsing, cables connecting you to them via your arms, nose and pads on your chest. You lay there, not moving, eyes gently closed, you looked as though you could be sleeping.
He took the seat beside your bed, brushing hair from your face and taking your hand in between both of his, placing a soft kiss to your knuckles. Steve sat like this for days, three days to be exact, three days the doctors said you were sleeping, recuperating, healing. They were happy the swelling on your brain had reduced but they wouldn’t know for sure if there would be any memory loss. All they could do was wait for you to wake up.
Luckily, they didn’t have to wait long, only a week later with Steve and Bucky at your bedside Steve saw your eyelids flutter and softly open, blinking at the lights in the room.
“Hey beautiful!” cooed Steve, “There you are, you worried us all there” he stood up leaning over you to a kiss to your head.
You moved away from him as he went to kiss you, “What are you doing?” you asked making Steve pause his actions and frown, he moved back into his seat.
“What do you….. Y/N its me, Steve” he questioned, “I know, Captain Rogers and Sargent Barnes” you acknowledged them both by their titles and a nod of your head “But why are you here? What happened?” you looked at the tube in your arm, the bandages and bruises on your body.
Getting anxious and dizzy you started to get yourself worked up, wanting to pull at your cables and try to get out of bed, alarms started to ring and nurses rushed in to put you back into bed.
A Doctor asking for a word with Steve and Bucky outside your room, while the nurses calmed you down.
Closing the door, he turned to face Steve and Bucky, “There’s no easy way to say this but Y/N is suffering from some short-term memory loss, it’s called Retrograde Memory Loss, it’s caused by the swelling of the frontal lobe. We are going to run a few more tests but we need to start a program to work on her memories, she has no recollection of the accident or of anything that has happened in the last 5 years, usually the patient only forgets several weeks, so the damage may be more significant than we thought”
Steve’s heart dropped, you couldn’t remember any of your time together, your life, your marriage. “Will she get her memory back?” asked Steve,
“She might, but she will need some help with that” reassured the Doctor
“What can we do to help?” enquired Bucky, seeing Steve was lost in his thoughts.
“You can take her to places to help her remember, personal belongings like photos and letters, but try not to pressure her into being the same person she was before the accident, she is going to be very confused and very frustrated not being able to remember, she is going to need a lot of support”
“Of course, doctor, we’ll do everything we can, thank you” Finished Steve, both men shook the Doctors hand, re-entering your room as the Nurse left.
Steve took a deep breath as he entered your room, he wanted nothing more than to hold you and comfort you, tell you how much he loved you but that would scare you. He felt nervous and awkward, but wanted to be there for you.
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You were released from Hospital two days later; they were happy you were healing well and Tony had said you would have around the clock care at the Compound.
People around the Compound greeted you, saying how lovely it was to see you again, and hoped you would feel better soon, you just smiled and followed Steve through to the living quarters.
Steve was still living at your shared house nearby to the compound, he had brought some of your things from the house, wanting to make sure you were as comfortable as possible in the compound. Tony had set up a room for you near to Wanda and Nat, you had been friends with them since you started working at the Compound as the receptionist 8 years ago.
Walking through the Compound you remembered many nights spent there with the girls, games nights resulting in drunken confessions, films nights in the cinema room and of course the lavish parties thrown by Tony for any reason necessary.
Steve had set your room up for you, placed a few family photos, childhood stuffed toys and memories, just to help you feel settled, although he made sure not to include anything from your wedding and life together, he wanted to ease you into that.
“Thanks Captain” you smiled as Steve placed your bags on the freshly made bed.
“You don’t have to call me Captain, call me Steve, please” Steve smiled back at you, he got lost in the moment, he hadn’t seen your smile in what felt like forever, you were finally back home, admittedly it was at the Compound but it was still a step closer to being back with him. He cleared this throat, breaking himself from staring at you, you had moved to the window, staring out from the balcony across the vast lawns and gardens surrounding the Compound.
“So, um, let me know if you need anything” Steve squirmed he didn’t want to leave you, he wanted to hug you and hold you, look after you and help you to remember. It was driving him crazy that he couldn’t do all those things. It was then Steve had an idea.
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Months past and your memory slowly returned in pieces, you had flashes of memories triggered by the smallest of things.
When Wanda handed you a cup of coffee you remembered her buying you the mug for your birthday, which now turned out to be your favourite.
When you were in the gym doing cardio watching the others wrestle on the mat you remembered the one time you managed to pin Bucky from a move Nat had taught you. The shocked expression on Bucky’s face followed by the laughter and banter from the others.
Watching a film curled up in the lounge you remembered Tony picking a film he thought would be good, but he hadn’t even seen yet, it turning out to be an absolute abomination and one of the worst films you had ever seen.
One of Tony’s parties where he tried to show off his new updates to his Iron Man suit and ended up blowing a hole in the wall of the Compound, which he had hired a designer to turn the hole into a set of by folding doors onto a new decking area.
Months passed, your friendships with the group grew and grew, time spent with them was wonderful, days out, movie nights and girly weekends away, you felt more and more at home, but there was always some weird feeling with Steve, it felt different than with the others, there seemed to be more there. You also found yourself rubbing your wedding finger on your left hand absentmindedly when you felt alone or anxious, as though there was something missing, something that was a form of comfort.
You phone dinged telling informing you of a reminder, the message reading – “5year Anniversary, book favourite restaurant for Steve”.
“Wanda?” you called as you entered the gym, where she and Nat were in sparring with each other, both women stopping to look over at you
“What’s this?” you enquired quizzically, “5year Anniversary? but I’m not married!” a frown on your brow.
Nat and Wanda exchanged a look, it was the type of look that said “oh shit!” No one had thought to check your phone for any reminders in your calendar, why didn’t they at least get Tony or FRIDAY to run and check on this. They were kicking themselves.
“Oh well……um” trailed off Wanda, not quite sure what to tell you.
“It the anniversary of when you first joined the team, of course!” lied Nat “We always go out as a team for a meal around this time if we can, you normally book it as you know the best places to eat”
“Oh, right” you replied, kind of sadly, you thought there might be more and couldn’t help feeling a little disappointed. “Guess I’ll go and book a table for us all then, as its tradition, plus will be nice to eat out for a change” you mustered a smile and left Wanda and Nat in the gym to go make a few enquires.
Nat pulled out her mobile from her duffel bag, “Steve, we have an issue, we all need to meet, now!” informed Nat before hanging up and looking at a concerned Wanda.
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You sat out on the balcony, a cool breeze blowing as the sun was setting across the grounds, it was beautiful, this had always been your favourite time of day, the sky in colours of red and gold, without realising you were rubbing your finger where your wedding band once sat.
Your mind fuzzy, you saw marquees and fairy lights adorning the grounds of the compound, arches full of roses, candles and petals led you down the garden. You saw the whole team there, dressed in their best, Bucky, Tony, Thor, Clint and even Loki were all dressed in suits and ties, Scott had the biggest cheesiest grin on his face, it was although he was meeting Captain America all over again, he was so star struck.
Nat, Wanda, Pepper and Laura, all wearing beautiful dresses, Nat and Wanda’s were matching so assuming you were at a wedding of someone’s. The only person who seemingly weren’t there was Steve. You continued to walk along the petal’s pathway, and saw someone standing at the end of the aisle, you couldn’t make out their face, with their back to you.
“Y/N?” a voice broke your dream? Memory? Looking up it was Wanda, “You ok?” she asked, the look of concern etched on her face, she tried not to use her powers but could feel from your energy that you were troubled.
“Oh um, I think so” you replied, still a little dazed from what you had just saw, you shook your head, “I keep having flashes, not sure what they are, they seem like dreams, it’s so confusing” you rubbed your hand through your hair.
“Why don’t you write these flashes down, you can always speak to me about them, maybe I can help fill in any blanks, or you can ask Tony to speak with the company psychiatrist, but I think it would help to talk about them, maybe make things clearer for you” she spoke softly, resting a hand on your knee “come here” she opened her arms wide, pulling you into a big bear hug.
“Thanks, Wan, you’re right” you smiled, returning the hug
“Of course, I am” she replied with an eye roll and a smirk.
In the days that followed you had written up the flashes or dreams in your journal, as Wanda had suggested, it had helped to process them, you managed to link a few of them together to the same party thrown by Tony, or a day trip to the beach you and the team had enjoyed, your physiatrist has thought it was a brilliant idea.
You felt lighter, lifted somehow, you hadn’t yet taken Wanda up on her offer to talk about them, you had discussed them in your therapy sessions but you still wanted time to process these yourself.
Nat, Wanda and Laura had taken you out for the day, a girl’s day they had called it, shopping, lunch and an afternoon at a spa getting pampered. Steve had found your journal on the kitchen counter where you had left it that morning, in too much of a hurry to enjoy your day with the girls.
Steve came into the kitchen, noticing your journal on the counter, curiosity getting the better of him he picked it up and began reading, he was so enthralled by your writing he didn’t hear Bucky come in behind him, sweaty from a work out.
“Mmm hmmm” Bucky cleared his throat, making Steve jump and drop your journal on the floor.
“Shit Buck what are you doing creepy up to a 100-year-old man!” Steve remarked, holding his chest, “You’re lucky I didn’t try to hit you”
Bucky chuckled “I think I’ll survive, anyway you wouldn’t hurt your best bud” she chided with a grin, walking past Steve and grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge and drinking down half the bottle.
Steve picked up your journal placing it back on the side, as Bucky side eyed him. “What’s got you so engrossed anyway, are you reading one of the girls’ dirty books?” teased Bucky.
“What! No of course not, what makes you think that? It’s, it’s just a book, one of Y/N’s” Steve’s rambles made Bucky even more inquisitive.
“One of Y/N’s? what like her diary?” asked Bucky, downing the rest of the bottle of water and putting the bottle in the recycling, before heading over to the counter next to Steve and picking up the journal.
“No, she calls them flashes or dreams, but reading it I know they are memories of the last 5 years, she’s starting to remember, there is even a bit about our wedding day” Steve sounded a little frustrated, that you can remember things but from the things he read, you hadn’t yet remembered anything about your life with him, or your 5 years of marriage.
Seeing Steve’s frustration, Bucky sighed “Hey, why don’t ya speak with the doctors and see if they think it’s a good idea if you help her remember, if they say it’s good, I have an idea” his eyes twinkling and a grin on his face.
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“Nat!” you whined, “Do I have to! I just want to spend the day in my pj’s watching Disney films and eating my weight in chocolate” you pulled the bed covers back over your head, burying your face in the pillows.
The covers felt lighter as they lifted from your body, “Wanda!” you shouted as the covers floated away from you and practically clung to the ceiling.
Wanda and Nat laughing, “I hate you both” you muttered as you padded grumpily past them and into the bathroom, slamming the door “And wash your hair!” yelled Nat, she and Wanda high fiving as Wanda put the covers back on your bed.
An hour later you were dressed white lacey short dress with a burgundy silk belt and white flower, which Nat had picked for you.
“Nat, you sure I have to wear this? It looks like a wedding dress!” you whined.
“Y/N you look beautiful” beamed Wanda as she pinned your hair in place, she had chosen a simple look, she had curled your hair into soft wavy curls and pinned half your hair up, the other half resting delicately on your shoulders.
Even you couldn’t help but admire yourself in the mirror, all three of you were looking amazing, dressed in your best, the girls telling you it was for a surprise party Tony was throwing for Pepper.
There was a knock at the door, Laura popped her head around the door, “You guys ready” she beamed.
One last check of each other’s dresses and makeup and you were out the door.
Headed downstairs, Nat stopped you at the bottom, holding up a silk piece of material. “Y/N, we kinda lied to you, this isn’t for Pepper and I need to put this blindfold on you now before we go outside” she grinned an mischievous glint in her eyes.
“Wait, what” but before you could protest, Nat had covered your eyes with the material, Wanda using her powers to hold your hands down preventing you from touching the blindfold.
Blindfolded, they led you outside, the fresh air, warm sun and scent of flowers hitting your senses.
“Nat! Wanda! What are you up to! Get this thing off m…” your words failing to leave your lips as the blindfold was removed, and your hands released. You blinked at the bright sunlight, as your eyes adjusted you could see the grounds had been decorated with hundreds of roses, of all colours.
You stood shocked for a moment, it was just like your dream, the gardens decorated with awnings and drapes, roses and a pathway of petals.
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“You ready?” asked Bucky, he Steve and Tony were standing at the end of the gardens, a beautiful archway decorated with your favourite colour rose stood behind him. An aisle leading to where they stood waiting.
“I just hope this works, I hope she’s ok with this” replied Steve, his voice a little shaky, his hands resting on his hips as he stared out at the group of people sat in the ivory seats either side of the aisle. He and Bucky in the Navy suits they had previously worn on yours and Steve’s wedding day.
Only the Avenger’s had been invited, plus a few closer friends, they didn’t want to overwhelm you with masses of people.
Thor raised his hip flask to Steve as he caught his gaze, Loki sitting beside him rolling his eyes, even though he wouldn’t admit it Loki always had a soft spot for you, he was pleased to be apart of this day for you.
Tony patting Steve on the shoulder, brought his attention back from starting at the end of the aisle, waiting, hoping to see you appear.
“She’ll be here, she’ll remember and she’ll love it” reassured Tony. Steve giving him a smile in acceptance.
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Laura having taken her seat with Clint and her family, Nat and Wanda stood with you, you were sat on the decking outside of the Compound staring around at the decorations in the garden.
“I dreamt this, I remembered this, a few weeks ago. I..I thought it must have been a dream, but it’s exactly the same. I was remembering my wedding day, wasn’t I?” you asked them, a frown on your face.
“Yes, Y/N, we wanted to do something to help you remember, we know how hard this has been for you, we wanted to show you how much we are here for you, all of us, and one of us in particular” replied Wanda, resting her hand on yours in you lap.
You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath, then a flash before your eyes, you were back in your ‘dream’ walking further down the aisle, the man at the end turning to face you and huge smile on his face, matching the one on yours. You could see the love within the twinkle in his eyes as he saw you for the first time in that beautiful white gown, your dress that day a lot different to the one you wore today.
“Steve” you whispered, opening your eyes. Nat and Wanda’s face breaking out in massive smiles
“You remember!” breathed Nat with a sigh of relief.
“I remember” you rubbed your finger where your wedding band used to sit. “I remember our first date, Steve was so nervous” you chuckled “He took me dancing then we had a walk through the park, it was twilight, it was then that I told Steve it was my favourite time of day because of the beautiful colours in the skies, he proposed in the same park at twilight 6 months later, he had dressed the trees with fairy lights and drapes, just like….. just like the gardens today”
Nat and Wanda pausing for a moment, looking at you, “It’s up to you Y/N, do you want to go through with this? No one is forcing you into anything, we just want you to remember”
You looked at Nat as she spoke, then back out around the grounds.
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Music began playing making Steve and Bucky to turn and stare at the aisle, Steve’s breath hitching in his throat as you came around the corner, Nat and Wanda just ahead of you. Smiles on all three of your faces, everyone stood as you made your way down the petal strewn aisle, Tony grinning at you, he had been like a father to you.
Bucky patted Steve on the shoulder, Steve looked at him with the shit eating ‘I told you so’ grin on his face, before turning his gaze back to you. You looked so beautiful, his heart pounding in his chest as you go nearer and nearer, stopping just in front of him.
“You ready for this?” he asked softly.
You smiled at him, it was as though the last few months since the accident had never happened, it was the way you had looked at him before, the way that made his heart sing and his stomach flutter.
All you could do was nod and smile as Steve took your hand, placing a soft kiss to it. He led you forward to stand in front of Tony.
“Friends, family, we be gathered here today…….” Began Tony.
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