Hi! Do you know any fanfics about how the Avengers kidnaps Peter, thank you?
Here are some
Welcome Home, Peter by Us_Alive
Peter knew the Avenger would kill Spiderman if they ever caught him. He was a vigilante. A mutant. Spiderman disobeyed everything the Avengers stood for.
But he kept up the job, to save the people.
When you can do the things that I can, but you don’t, and then the bad things happen, they happen because of you.
And when The Avengers visit Midtown, Peter tried to keep his head down. Tried.
Here are some multiverse kidnappings
Care VS Redemption by MuddTone
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An alternate reality of Avengers kidnaps Peter Parker from his world. Hurt by the grief of losing their own Spider-man they attempt to raise and nurture Peter as their own. They want to love and spoil him, after all his world of Avengers wants nothing to do with him. Right? Will Peter give in to their ideals or will he hold out until his Avengers come to the rescue?
I am who I want to be. Even if it's not who you want. by orphan_account
When Peter Parker had died, everyone that knew him was devastated.
The Avengers had gone 3 years in the dark and lost themselves with grief.
After a long trial and error, Tony and Bruce found a way to bring Peter Parker back.
The only catch– he is from another Universe.
A Universe that had not known the Avengers.
OR
Peter had died using the gauntlet against Thanos. Causing every Avenger to have their Wanda story arc and bring Peter back by kidnapping him from another Universe.
Making our way home by Moon_dancer
The worst pain a parent can experience is the lost of their son. So when the Avengers lost Peter they couldn't handle the pain, the world became unstable, fear ruled the streets, without Peter their rulers were merciless
So when Tony found the existence of a multiverse a new hope emerged in their hearts
They would get their son back, one way or another.
In Coulson’s opinion, splitting up Strike Team Delta still ranked as one of SHIELD’s most shortsighted executive decisions. It took a lot for him to formally push back, but on that particular matter, he had. He’d drafted a memo, detailing the strategic disadvantages of disbanding one of the most competent field units in history.
But his objections were either brushed aside or quietly buried somewhere on Maria Hill’s desk. Regardless, the decision was final.
Strike Team Delta was dissolved.
Coulson retained handling duties for Agent Barton—limited, given Clint’s increasing autonomy—and conducted the occasional check-in with Natasha when her calendar allowed. Which wasn’t often.
Agent Romanoff, after all, had been promoted—on paper, at least. Direct oversight by the Deputy Director herself was a move that looked impressive in personnel files. In practice, it was the bureaucratic equivalent of a slow and agonizing descent into purgatory.
Hill, strategic to a fault, had little use for the subtleties Natasha brought to the job, viewing her as little more than a chess piece to be moved around at will, and usually with little regard for Natasha’s own preferences. But while Natasha was too professional to voice her dissatisfaction openly, the strain between the two women was obvious to anyone paying attention.
And Phil Coulson was most definitely paying attention.
He managed to catch Natasha briefly after her return from Stark and before Coulson himself shipped out on his next assignment. He offered her his usual pep talk, but she brushed it off entirely and instead launched into a clinical breakdown of Stark’s AI infrastructure, outlining with alarming specificity the potential threats it posed.
Coulson listened intently, not with any pressing concern for the software in question, but rather for the woman in front of him. It wasn’t hard to see what this was. Natasha was drawing a straight line from her compromised cover to JARVIS. And maybe she was right. Maybe Stark’s tech really was that sophisticated. But Coulson suspected—and it was clear from Hill and Fury’s reactions that they shared his view—that this was less about artificial intelligence and more about psychological self-preservation. If JARVIS had outmaneuvered her, it meant she hadn’t made a mistake. It meant the assignment had been impossible from the outset.
Coulson wasn’t entirely unsympathetic. People rewrote reality in small, manageable ways to protect their pride. Natasha Romanoff was no exception. She was just better at disguising it.
I was looking for a kidnapped peter fic recently where the avengers kidnap Peter, I think from Hydra. They actually lost their universe's Peter I'm not sure how, but they kidnapped this universe's Peter to keep him safe. It's an irondad fic. They keep him in a cabin in the woods and use a bracelet that drugs him to keep him from running away initially but then they take it off because it's too harsh and they want to build trust with him but he runs away so they negotiate with him on either the bracelet or constant supervision. They move to the compound and Friday keeps an eye on Peter but they are still building trust and Peter comes to love the avengers and Tony as a dad. I remember that Peter is emotionally distressed at the compound so he walks the grounds and comes to the edge where a villain of some kind tries to kill/kidnap him. The avengers save him. That's all I can remember about it. It was a lovely long fic on ao3 and I would really love to read it again! I really hope you can help me find it.
I love this blog and I've been getting to read some wonderful irondad fics by scrolling through your posts. So thanks so much!
sorry it’s been so long, could any of these maybe be your fic?
I am who I want to be. Even if it's not who you want. by orphan_account
When Peter Parker had died, everyone that knew him was devastated.
The Avengers had gone 3 years in the dark and lost themselves with grief.
After a long trial and error, Tony and Bruce found a way to bring Peter Parker back.
The only catch– he is from another Universe.
A Universe that had not known the Avengers.
OR
Peter had died using the gauntlet against Thanos. Causing every Avenger to have their Wanda story arc and bring Peter back by kidnapping him from another Universe.
Making our way home by Moon_dancer
The worst pain a parent can experience is the lost of their son. So when the Avengers lost Peter they couldn't handle the pain, the world became unstable, fear ruled the streets, without Peter their rulers were merciless
So when Tony found the existence of a multiverse a new hope emerged in their hearts
They would get their son back, one way or another.
Care VS Redemption by MuddTone
you will need an account to read
An alternate reality of Avengers kidnaps Peter Parker from his world. Hurt by the grief of losing their own Spider-man they attempt to raise and nurture Peter as their own. They want to love and spoil him, after all his world of Avengers wants nothing to do with him. Right? Will Peter give in to their ideals or will he hold out until his Avengers come to the rescue?
Warnings 18+ for the following:- Stalking, Kidnapping, Bondage, Supernatural Elements, Use of Pet Name, Implied Mention of Anxiety, Implied Non-Consensual Sex, Implied Breeding. Seriously do not read if any of this upsets you, the warnings are there for a reason. Feedback is welcomed and any mistakes are my own.
By proceeding you are acknowledging that you are over 18 and are consenting to the content below the cut.
Author’s Note 1:- Taking a bit longer than I thought to complete, this fic was written as a birthday gift for @ironlady1993 and her love for these three heroes. Really hope you enjoy this Ari. Happy birthday my beautiful friend. lyl💕💕💕
Author’s Note 2:- As always, all images have been found through google search.
Synopsis:- Overseeing a Stark Party should be the opportunity of a lifetime, but what happens to that life when a certain set of heroes get ideas that don’t quite mesh with how you see your future?
Pairings:- dark!Steve Rogers x Named Female Reader, dark!Iron-Man x Named Female Reader, dark!Stephen Strange x Named Female Reader.
Total Word Count:- 3,752
The guests mingled and the drinks flowed as you left the kitchen area and headed off back towards the main hall. Wishing you could be back at home in your nice warm bed as various guests milled around and soaked up the party atmosphere, your boss had insisted however that you be on hand to make sure everything ran smoothly despite the fact that this was not how you had planned on spending your birthday. After all, as she was quick to inform you, a Stark party was an entertainment extravaganza and organizing one could make or break any firm. So here you stood, a beacon of poise and professionalism as Avengers and guests alike talked, drank and appeared to be having a fabulous time. If only the same could be said for you.
Looking out over the expanse of guests and servers while trying to calculate whether or not there was enough of everything to keep all of them satisfied, as well as thinking of all the other activities you could be presently engaged in, your distracted state forced you to jump a little however when the words whispered from a body behind your back brought you back to your current task and location. "Hey sweetheart, this is a great party you’ve thrown together. Didn’t mean to startle you though. May I buy you a drink at the bar?" the obvious male voice asked and you thanked all the gods both old and new that you had kept your retort about the drink being free to yourself when you turned around to find none other than Steve Rogers invading what little space remained in the doorway.
"Thank you Captain Rogers but unfortunately some of us are actually working here tonight. Now if you'll excuse me," you continued politely while also failing to note the disappointment that crossed his chiseled features, "but I really must get back to things," you finished before walking away and picking up a tray to begin clearing up some empty glasses you saw sitting unattended on an nearby table without sparing him a second thought. But perhaps you should have.
Standing there a while longer in your wake now, Steve bit his lip as he tried to figure out what exactly it was about your rebuff that didn't sit well with him however. Sure he had spent his younger years being practically ignored and ridiculed by the opposite sex and though Sam had now taken up the shield in his place, he was still Steve Rogers and it irked him to be dismissed, however politely, in favor of you doing a job that was quite clearly several steps beneath you. Thinking on how he could make you see the error of your snap decision, he was pulled from his thoughts however as a hand came down to rest upon his shoulder.
"Hey Capsicle, you enjoying yourself, old man?" Tony asked as he came to stand beside his friend now while snatching a glass of champagne from the tray of a passing server.
Muttering some half hearted compliment in reply about how well the event seemed to be going as his eyes continued to track your movements, Steve excused himself from Tony's presence however with talk of joining Clint and Sam at the pool table as a means of distracting himself from the irritation bubbling just beneath the surface. Irritation still clearly focused on you.
Feeling eyes continue to track you as now you handed off your tray of empty glasses to one of the many servers working the floor, glancing around to find Steve watching you while Sam chatted at him, you were never more thankful to your assistant Shona however when her voice spoke in your earpiece to tell you there was an issue in the kitchen needing your attention. Heading off there quickly then to discover that a spill on the floor had caused a server to slip and injure themselves, you quickly assessed the situation before dealing with each individual fallout. Making sure that the area was avoided while you checked out the injured party, a smile and a couple of "I'm fine" arguments later found you happy that the person in question was indeed well enough to return to work. Though you did switch up their assignment to give them an easier time as the night was really only just beginning. Then making sure yourself that the spill which caused the commotion was thoroughly cleaned up, you headed back upstairs to ensure everything there was running as smoothly as possible. But somehow that wasn't quite the case.
Taking some time to stop by the bar once you returned to the entertainment hall, you ordered a small whiskey to calm yourself after the kitchen debacle before turning around to come face to face once more with the former American patriot and his insufferable attitude. "I thought you weren't drinking tonight sweetheart. Or is it just me you refuse to have a drink with?" he asked with a raised eyebrow and you were actually relieved when the appearance of Tony Stark rescued you from coming up with some answer that didn’t sound like the telling off you wanted to direct his way. At least momentarily relieved anyway.
"Ari darling, is everything all right? F.R.I.D.A.Y. alerted me to an issue in the kitchen."
Turning away from Steve now to face the host of the party, you plastered on your best professional smile and once again greeted the man of the hour. "Yes Mr. Stark. It was a very minor incident, no harm was done and things are once again running like clockwork. I hope you're happy with everything," you finished as Steve continued to observe you in a way you now felt mildly uncomfortable with.
"Yes darling, everything is delightful and I will definitely be sending my compliments onto your boss," he said, as like Steve his eyes traveled the length and breadth of your body uninvited. "By the way," he continued, "how many more times am I going to have to ask you to call me Tony?" he asked, reaching out now to accept his drink from the bartender while his fingers grazed your shoulder in the process.
"At least once more I'm sure Mr. Stark. Now if both of you gentlemen will excuse me, parties really don't run themselves I'm afraid," you answered politely before placing your empty glass back down on the bar and heading as far into the throng of people as you could possibly get, resulting in you being well out of earshot when their conversation started up.
"Damn Tony, even you're not beyond her indifference," Steve said as he too accepted a drink and stared after your retreating figure once more while his mind took him places his body was only aching to go. "What do you think her problem is?"
"I don't quite know Rogers but I gotta say, she has me intrigued," his former teammate answered as he too finished his glass while his eyes joined Steve's as you disappeared into the crowd. Now you just had to stay there and hope no more unwanted attention found its way towards you before this night was over. Not that your luck held up very long in that regard however.
Glad to be away now from the two heroes, who for some reason you couldn't explain creeped you the hell out, you were so busy fleeing their attention and looking over your notes on the event so far that you almost toppled over however when you walked straight into a decidedly solid yet muscular mass. Looking up from your clipboard then as two strong arms reached out to prevent you falling backwards onto your ass, your eyes now locked on those of the Sorcerer Supreme and for some unexplained reason, a sudden chill ran through you as he spoke.
"Easy there princess, wouldn't want you to hurt yourself," his silky voice said as he held you firmly while you tried to right yourself. Finally regaining your composure, you stepped out of his arms and looking around was thankful at least that no one seemed to have witnessed your mishap. "I hope you're enjoying yourself," Stephen continued as he brought you out of your thoughts and back instead to the reason you were once again so distracted.
"Sorry, what did you say?" you asked, giving the man your most professional look which had now been well practiced by this time of the evening.
"I asked if you were enjoying the party," he repeated as you looked behind you also to see two other Avengers watching this interaction now with the most curious of expressions clouding their features.
"I'll enjoy myself when this party is over and I've got the week off to recuperate," you replied before raising your hand to your earpiece as if to accept a call before walking away without another word. Standing in your wake then as you didn't even dignify him with an excuse, Stephen Strange now headed off towards the other side of the room as a dark corner beckoned to the three disgruntled heroes.
Continuing on with your duties then for the rest of the night while simultaneously rebuffing numerous more advances from the three heroes who couldn't seem to understand that not everyone wanted to worship at their feet, you were finally thankful at least when the last party guest left and one by one Earth's Mightiest Heroes began to retire to their various quarters. Exhausted beyond belief now at the night you had just put down, you promised yourself that the next time you spoke to Adriana you would tell her in no uncertain terms that you quit. Sure the money was great and you were damn good at your job, but the type of attention you had been fending off all night from people who were supposed to be the best humanity had to offer, told you that enough was enough. They were supposed to know better and, birthday or not, it was not in your contract to spend all your time massaging their clearly inflated egos. No, perhaps it was finally time instead to follow your passion and bury yourself among a mountain of library books like you had always dreamed and leave the event organizing to those better suited to handling famous people.
Tidying up the final few bits and pieces then while making sure the last remaining unnecessary lights were all shut off, you headed off along the corridor now and was so focused on reaching the elevator that you failed to notice the tinkling sound that signaled the danger you were in until the walls of the building began to shimmer and shift as if out of focus. But by then it was too late.
Watching in disbelief as the elevator that would take you to safety disappeared, a new sound behind you had you turning sharply instead to face the first avenger and one third of the bane of your existence throughout the night. "Now sweetheart, you're going to make us think you don't like us," Steve said while you looked around frantically for a means of escape as well as his other two teammates you could only assume the 'us' referred to.
Seeing no other people however and so turning back again towards what once had been your way out, a glowing crack in the wall before you gave you hope. Not much, but at least it was a start. Not daring then to glance back at the man behind you now as you quickly decided the unknown was better by far than what currently presented itself to you, you took a deep breath, closed your eyes and dove through it without caring what happened or where you ended up. At least until you opened your eyes in a somewhat similar place.
Running through this new corridor now as a shimmering orange portal appeared behind you, you didn't give it another thought however as you reached out and rushed through the first door you came across. Which proved to be another monumental mistake. One it seemed you had been making consistently since you had first agreed to supervise this cursed event. For that's where it seemed this night had been headed.
Resting your head and hands against the door now as you tried to control your ragged breathing and racing heartbeat, your blood ran cold however when a soft whisper reached your ears and confirmed that this destination too held a figure you were not much willing to entertain. "At last darling, I've been waiting."
Turning around slowly to face a now suited up Iron Man, your fingers reached for the handle of the door again as something about his demeanor told you that this was not the hero the world knew him to be, even if his behavior all night had not already convinced you. Rising from his position on a bed you were now just noticing, panic gripped you more fiercely however as the door that would have offered you salvation moments ago suddenly disappeared and thereby confirming that something sinister was definitely at play and you were at its mercy.
Moving around the now closed off box as the man before you stalked towards you like a jungle predator, a ray of hope arrived again as another shimmering portal appeared before you however. Deciding again that what you didn’t know had to be far more enticing than what Tony Stark and this scene seemed interested in, you dodged around Iron-Man, jumped through the portal and ran the length of yet another corridor until a familiar room told you that you had not actually left the Avengers Towers behind. Which gave you hope at least that your car was waiting here somewhere to whisk you away to safety. Hope that was soon to be shattered beyond repair leaving nothing but devastation in its wake however.
Slowing down as you entered the entertainment room which now showed no signs of ever having hosted the night’s party, you froze completely however at the sight of the Sorcerer Supreme standing by the floor to ceiling windows, bathed in the moonlight shining through from the world outside. Turning his head to gaze upon you now, the sinister glow in his once kind eyes alerted you to the possible danger he too posed and it sent a shiver down your spine. One of these men you realized now would have been enough to handle at the best of times, but three of them in their current guises was a damn nightmare. One you had to escape from.
Holding onto this feeling now and looking nervously behind you into the corridor you had just left, you began to slowly edge backwards towards the door when two more portals appeared and out walked the only other two men who gripped your heart as if death itself had come to visit. You were finally outnumbered. Standing now on either side of the man you suspected responsible for this whole freaky moving tower thing, a flapping at your back forced you to shift your focus from them however, as a six-eyed black bird appeared, blocked your escape and drained whatever hope you had left to you. Frightened beyond belief now at the terrifying images that held you in their grasp, you still had enough wits about you however to not just surrender without a fight and so diving beneath the creature's expansive wings you ran like hell from the three former heroes that seemed to have lost their minds while hoping they stayed as far away from you for as long as possible. Which it seems was similar to what they had in mind. For now at least.
Not daring to look behind you then as an intense flapping sounded in your ears, you kept running until suddenly, the floor gave way beneath you as yet another portal took out your feet and swallowed you whole. Tumbling endlessly now through what appeared to be the same corridor over and over and over again, as portal after portal appeared beneath you, fear gripped you like never before but you finally stopped screaming at least when the massive, scary bird reappeared and swooped in between you and yet another portal. Hanging on to this creature now for dear life as exhaustion finally started to creep over you, you wished you had fought harder however when it landed back in the entertainment room with the three heroes determined it seemed to turn your life into a living nightmare. For what else could they have planned?
Standing where you'd left them still as the creature now settled on its powerful legs so as to allow you to alight, yet another shock ran through you however as Doctor Strange waved his hand and the room around you disappeared to be replaced by what could only be described as a millionaire's representation of a caveman's room. Boasting nothing but a bar, coffee table and some couches spread out throughout the spacious structure, it was the thick stone walls and no visible exit however that really caught and held your attention. For the only light here now was all artificial and as a result it drew your eyes elsewhere.
Looking around as the guys made themselves comfortable now, you would have been totally devastated by the lack of escape options if it wasn't for the events which happened next however. Eyeing up every possible shadow for even the smallest hope of escape, this was quickly extinguished as Steve Rogers stood before you and encased you now in his powerful arms. Struggling against his grip then as he kissed you harshly, panic overtook you further as a coil of magical energy wound around your neck and snaked down your arms to completely secure your wrists. Bound now in the blond man's arms as Doctor Strange and Iron-Man approached you from either side, their close-up appearance simply confirmed what this whole night had already shown you … something wasn't quite right with these heroes.
Closing your eyes again against this realization as the room shimmered and changed around you once more, the enormous bed you had seen earlier appearing against one wall now, tucked neatly between four impressive stone pillars simply confirmed what your gut so far had screamed at you. It was definitely their plan to claim you and your senses just couldn’t seem to handle this truth as you tried your best to shut out what was happening all around you. But it didn’t last long unfortunately. Dressed in darker hues of black, red, blue, silver, orange and purple, time would soon reveal just how far these three men had fallen however and that revelation alone held all your attention now, at least until their voices broke through whatever panic their actions and altered appearances had triggered.
"Do you think you might have terrified her, Strange?" you heard Tony ask as your eyes remained shut to the world around you while you shrank back farther in fear as a snap of the sorcerer's fingers rid you of what remained of your tattered outfit before your bound and naked form was then moved away from the other two deranged monsters to the bed prepared specially for you.
"Of course he did, Tony. Look at that thing," Steve replied and tentatively opening one eyelid now as the sheets beneath you caressed your thoroughly exhausted and naked body, you shut it just as quickly however when the terrifying visage of the bird that brought you back to this nightmare filled your vision once more as it now settled on a perch above your head in a makeshift headboard that was by far the most horrifying scene you had witnessed thus far. Which is why you wished this terrifying experience would end there. But these beasts had plans that totally went against anything you now wished for.
Hoping against hope now that your tiny movements would go unnoticed, all hope was dashed like waves against the shore however when the final voice reached your ears as Doctor Strange snickered and ran his fingers now along your moistening cheek. "Well that's my bad I guess, but you didn't exactly live up to your end of the deal now did you?" he questioned as he snapped his fingers once more and magically shed all the clothes covering up his impressive physique while you watched in abject horror as his equally terrifying companions did the same. Not that their actions distracted you too long however as his words solidified in your brain and brought you back to some semblance of your usually rational self.
"Deal?" you questioned forcefully now as the three fully naked men focused solely on you then in a way that told you they couldn't wait to see what argument you planned to set forth. But you simply ignored them and continued on before your nerve and this sudden burst of anger faded to be replaced with fear and panic once more. "What deal? I never agreed to any of this. Why the hell would I?"
"Well now, that is true I'm afraid. You never did willingly agree to be ours,” Tony interrupted before allowing the evil Doctor Strange to clarify further. “But you are the one who signed the contract for the party while your boss was out of town. After that it was simply a matter of adding a few extra lines of text here and there and now you belong to us forever ... body and soul. Isn't magic wonderful?" he finished with an inhuman laugh then as he now looked over at his companions and winked at them before speaking once more while his fingers delicately wormed their way down your trembling body towards your weeping flower as his lips came to rest against the shell of your ear. "So which one of us do you want to be fucked by first, princess?”
And not waiting for a response however, all three of these fallen heroes descended towards the bed and spent the following hours claiming your body in every manner of depraved sex act that fueled their lust and forced you to accept everything they gave you despite the screams that tore forth from your lungs, shattered your soul and remade you into the perfect vessel from which they planned to start a whole new brood of dark heroes with you as their chosen queen.
Hello, excuse me, my English is quite bad... I'm looking for a fiction where the avengers are bad guys who rule the world and try to kill spider-man. I remember that the avengers almost all meet Peter and they love him (they come to his school, and Sam meets me outside and he lies by saying that he was on the street giving lessons for free).
I hope you can find it! Thanks !
this is for you. Happy reading!
Welcome Home, Peter by Us_Alive
Peter knew the Avenger would kill Spiderman if they ever caught him. He was a vigilante. A mutant. Spiderman disobeyed everything the Avengers stood for.
But he kept up the job, to save the people.
When you can do the things that I can, but you don’t, and then the bad things happen, they happen because of you.
And when The Avengers visit Midtown, Peter tried to keep his head down. Tried.
Hi lve been looking for this fic whereby peter dies in the avengers universe. The avengers are in denial and decide to kidnap a peter from another universe to replace the one they lost l think this one was a long shot
hello, could either of these be your fic?
Making our way home by Moon_dancer
The worst pain a parent can experience is the lost of their son. So when the Avengers lost Peter they couldn't handle the pain, the world became unstable, fear ruled the streets, without Peter their rulers were merciless
So when Tony found the existence of a multiverse a new hope emerged in their hearts
They would get their son back, one way or another.
I am who I want to be. Even if it's not who you want. by orphan_account
When Peter Parker had died, everyone that knew him was devastated.
The Avengers had gone 3 years in the dark and lost themselves with grief.
After a long trial and error, Tony and Bruce found a way to bring Peter Parker back.
The only catch– he is from another Universe.
A Universe that had not known the Avengers.
OR
Peter had died using the gauntlet against Thanos. Causing every Avenger to have their Wanda story arc and bring Peter back by kidnapping him from another Universe.
Me full body trying to stop myself ranting ab gentrification in a fic that takes place in the city bc most non Americans or ppl who live in non minority based major cities don’t fully relate and I’m just talking to the wind when we’re all here to masturbate to evil written superheroes
Tw:// 18+, yandere!Steve, smut, dubcon/noncon, somno, forced orgasm, references to previous stalking, breeding kink, brief daddy kink, sheathing, if I’m missing any pls let me know
A/N: when is Ai gonna make Steve Rogers whimper audio asking for myself not a friend. This is like a lowkey sub vibe Steve but still dark dominating Steve, personally I just like men whimpering like sluts. Written, edited, posted from my phone so my bad if it’s not up to par but also fuck you
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The sleeping bags, extra blankets, and the two jackets wrapped around you weren’t enough to keep you warm enough to fall asleep. You’d never be able to fall asleep when the sound of your teeth chattering together vibrated your head.
A recon search, a pointless one at that given that you found no new information, left you and your infamous partner Steve Rogers stranded in a blizzard that the forecast claimed wouldn’t be arriving until the morning that started to come as you tried to leave your mission base. This was barely a mission, it shouldn’t have even needed two people to do let alone with Captain America. But in your stint of working with Steve you knew that he believed in safety in numbers and to never send someone alone.
Leave no soldier behind
It was a three mile trek back to the jet but regardless of how far it was, each step was pointless when you could barely see in front of you. Steve had even gone through the lengths of wrapping a rope from your wrist to his to keep you from getting separated. There was no way you could make it there, you might’ve made it a mile total and yet it felt like you’d been walking for days.
“We need to get shelter,” Steve yelled over the wind that screamed like a banshee. “We passed by that abandoned house twenty minutes back there’s no way we can make it to the jet or fly home right now. We’ll have to wait till morning.”
You didn’t argue, only giving a nod, as you followed him turning back towards the mansion, glad that the walk back followed the current of the wind making the hike less unbearable without the wind beating against your face.
Despite how creepy it was that abandoned mansion was your saving grace. White sheets cast over the furniture all the furniture, dust accumulated over everything, it was likely some rich person’s summer home currently unoccupied for the winter.
In the living room past the foyer and dining room, the bare fireplace felt like a gift sent. Steve was quick to start a fire as you pushed two sheet-covered couches as close as possible to the fireplace without becoming a hazard.
The mansion surely had to have had an overabundance of bedrooms but you hadn’t bothered to explore more than needed. Just enough to make sure you were the only ones here. But those bedrooms might not have a fireplace and you’d end up having to share a bed in order not to split up.
Although the fire probably saved your life you still felt like you were in a morgue with the shivers that raked through you.
You’d love to fawn over the architecture but right now that was the last thing you could think of.
Thanks to the scientists that made your favorite lab rat, Steve always ran hot, the fire was all he needed and you didn’t try to protest when he gave you his coat.
“Out of all the places I’ve used as a safe house,” he quipped, breaking the loud silence of the crackling fire and wind whistling against the windows. “This one is definitely the fanciest.”
You chuckled to yourself remembering that one time you, him, Nat, and Bucky all arrived at a safe house that looked like it had a tornado run through it.
“Couch may be uncomfortable but still the best thing I’ve used to sleep on during one of these trips.” You added. You both kept the sheet cover over the couches, their aged antique condition made you wonder how long they’d been abandoned and it’d probably be better than changing if the couch was home to some creepy crawlers.
“How much longer are you gonna be shaking like a leaf over there until you just come over here and lay with me?”
You’d thought about it before you had even started the fire but there’s no way you could’ve asked him.
The team took humor in your relationship or lack thereof. The tension wasn’t blind to you, it felt like a classic rom-com will-they/won’t-they trope but you wouldn’t wanna chance ruining the dynamic of the friendship you did have. So you had to pretend like seeing a super soldier fawn over you with heart eyes didn’t make you blush. At this point you were pretty sure that the two of you being the only ones sent on this trip was the team trying to set you up, they weren’t as patient nor forgiving as the two of you and your silent agreement.
“I’m fine, I don't know what you’re talking about.” You shook your head, too stubborn to admit defeat.
“Get over here or I’m gonna take my jacket back.” He playfully threatened causing you to huff and painfully leave the heat of your cocoon and shuffle over to his couch the marble tiling too cold on your feet.
As you began to realign the blankets for your new arrangement you were distracted by the muscular man taking his long sleeve shirt off. “The fastest way to stay warm is skin to skin.”
You couldn’t help but audibly laugh at him. “I’m not getting naked, but nice try.”
“C’mon, don’t you wanna stay warm?” He smiled as you tucked yourself next to him, the couch not being very wide so you had no choice but to lay tightly pressed against him. “If there’s anyone who knows what it’s like to be frozen, it’s me.”
You tried to muffle your giggle. “If I wasn’t so cold I’d hit you.”
Steve readjusted his position around you, spooning you to rest your head against his muscular arm as a makeshift pillow. “Better not hear a word of this from anyone else, the teasing will never stop.”
“My lips are sealed, angel.”
You hoped the chill that ran down your spine as his deep husky voice calling you angel in your ear passed off as just being a symptom of the cold. Angel was new, maybe he was getting a fever and starting to become delirious.
His smell was so hypnotizing. No fancy colognes, after being occupied on a mission all day, just Steve. Thankfully you hadn’t sweat much on the trip or else you wouldn’t let him touch you with a ten-foot pole.
The sound of the crackling fireplace and Steve’s fast heartbeat with his breath brushing past your ear you tried to hide the girlish glee you felt. You didn’t do relationships, you were too busy, and the fewer connections you had the less someone could use against you. But the affection Steve was giving was enough to break any stubborn spell and melt into him. You were so touch-starved just him holding you was better than sex but you hadn’t had that in quite a while either.
You swore to yourself no matter how horny you got you would never fuck your coworkers. It’s not like a normal job where you can just resign when things get too awkward. You didn’t have an HR to go to if details of your affair started whispering through the locker rooms.
You fell asleep so quickly in his arms, your body became so instantly exhausted once you were warm enough to stop shivering. You hadn’t fully registered the fact Steve had begun pulling your shirt up. “Steve?” You grumbled. “M’ not getting naked.”
“You don’t have to,” he corrected. “Pulling your shirt up to your stomach so you can at least get some skin to skin even if it’s just your waist. I’d never do something to you that you didn’t like.”
“Fine,” you grumbled, snuggling back into him. You would surely kick yourself in a few days when you realize how close you were to being curled up next to a naked super soldier waiting out a snowstorm beside a crackling fireplace in an extremely romantic trope scenario.
Sleep quickly consumed you like an oncoming wave on an unsuspecting swimmer. A deep warmth buried within you and at the brief moment you had before falling asleep the idea of giving it his charms and crush felt worth any future repercussions. Captain or not, Steve would always take care of you.
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“Steve?” You whimpered, a jolting forced you awake. His fast breathing, heavy with desire brushed along your ear and it took you a moment to realize what was happening. You didn’t need to look to know what was happening.
Your arms flew back at him, trying to push away from him as fast as you could and force yourself from the couch but he was fast to wrap his thick arms around you keeping you anchored against him.
Your snow pants were shimmied to your knees with your top leg forced to raise high and around his hip. Your shirt and jackets had been pulled up past your breasts and your bra yanked down. As his top arm forced you against him his hand from his arm below you groped your breasts.
“I’m sorry angel,” he whined through gritted teeth as you felt what had to be the tip of his cock poke at your entrance. “I wasn’t planning on doing this I swear.”
“Let me go!” You screamed trying to wrestle out his hold despite knowing it was a fight you’d never win but he tangled his legs around you forcing them to stay open. This wasn’t happening, not with him.
“I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry.”
A breath escaped your lungs as he forced his cock inside you. “Steve…” You cried in utter disbelief.
“I’m so sorry Angel.” His voice was drenched in guilt that you felt no empathy for. “I’ve just loved you so much for so long I couldn’t take it anymore.”
“Please stop!” You begged. “I won’t say anything!”
His hand left your breasts and clapped over your mouth, your cries filling him with too much guilt that he couldn’t stand hearing you in the pain he was causing. He couldn’t stand you asking him to stop when he’s wanted this for so long. It wasn’t a part of the fantasy that kept him up at night.
“I didn’t want our first time to be like this.” The arm he had wrapped around your waist locking you to him had maneuvered its way to between your thighs desperate to caress and rub your clit. “You just kept wiggling against my cock in your sleep and-and I was only gonna make myself cum but then you were so close and I pulled down your pants just enough to look at you and then I co-couldn’t stop myself.”
You wrestled in his arms trying to get free, your sobs still audible over his makeshift gag. “Please stop fighting,” he begged. “Just wanna make you feel good as your pussy is making me feel. Just let me do this, I promise I’ll make it feel good if you just let me.”
You didn’t want to stop fighting, you wanted free, but even if you did where would you go? You were at least a mile and a half away from the jet and he’d catch you before you could even make it out the front door. And even if you got out, got away, made it to the jet, survived flying home, what was the point when no one would believe you? You aren’t even sure you could believe yourself this was happening.
“Just let me rub your pussy and make you cum. I’ve watched you do it to yourself so many times I know how you like it.”
You screamed against his hand. There was no horror movie as scary as his confessions.
“You’re starting to get wet it won’t hurt much longer, you’re being so good for me. You’re my good girl.”
The shock had overridden the pain that you hadn’t even fully realized until now. You’d surely be sore and bleeding for days after this but you hadn’t started to feel it until the abrupt confessions had pulled you from your adrenaline-filled trance.
“I needed you, I’ve wanted you for so long I just didn’t know how to tell you.”
Steve fucked into you harder and harder each thrust nearly throwing you off the couch if he didn’t have a hold on you, the base skidding slightly across the tile.
A shameful moan vibrated against his hand as his fingers caught onto a rhythm that was enough to drive you crazy.
“Atta girl, your little cunt needed this. You need me to take care of you and I always will. I’ll never let you go.”
Beaten moans and heavy breathing ricochet off his hand until he finally let go and you gasped for air. “You like my cock, angel? I know you do, I can feel you squeezing me so tight, you wanted me to do this to you, didn’t you?”
Violently shaking your head and biting your lip to keep a pleasure-soaked cry from leaving you. “I’m gonna fill you up, you have no clue how much I cum I’m gonna flood your tight cunt and get you pregnant.”
“Steve don’t!” That was the only thing you could get yourself to say. “Please don’t, please.”
“Don’t make me silence you again.” He scolded as his thrusts became more forceful. “Don’t you wanna make me a daddy? You wanna be the lucky woman who gets to carry Captain America’s children.”
Pleading cries quickly dissolved on your tongue as his touch became too powerful and brought you to the edge.
“That’s it, angel.” He grunted you could feel his cock twitch deep in you. “Need to feel you cum, wanna hear it n’ feel it.”
“Fuck…” you gasped as you shamefully met your hips back into his forcing his fingers to rub harder how you needed until you finally came squeezing him involuntarily.
“Fuck, I’m gonna…” Steve breathily whimpered as his hips jackhammered into you until he abruptly stopped and let out a growling grunt.
It took only a moment later you felt his cum drip out of you and down your thighs and his groin. He really wasn’t being dramatic when he said he came so much.
Steve stayed burrowed inside you, his cock twitching as it softened within you. “You were so good, I’m sorry it had to be like that, I promise when we get back I’m gonna take you on a real date and I’ll make up for it. You are my Angel, I’m so happy we’re finally together.”
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A/N: damn this foul of me lmao. I could see maybe having a part two to this but it depends on how y’all feel ab it I just don’t want it to feel redundant to the ‘fake happy post dark fic’ endings that we’ve all see and I’ve written before.
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